A poet expresses his heart when he feels the situation, and expresses his feelings while performing arts. So what do you know about Nalan Rong Ruo's poems? Let's follow me to see what Nalan Rong Ruo's poems are. Poems by Nalan Rong Ruo (1)
Lotus Cup
Who is the confidant? It's over. Win and miss his life. Love is as heartless as ever, so don't regret it clearly.
mo daofang changes time and time, and it's morning and evening. Take good care of yourself. Give directions for Iraq and come back, and wash away the rain and wash away the legacy.
Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.
if you fall behind, you can hear it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark, and at first glance, the wind will set and the bell will ring, and the blessing will commend the whole city.
Jade Chain Shadow
There is no rain in Ye Xiao. Wet eaves flowers, flower bottom people speechless. Yan Pingshan, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and languid.
Who got the news of Huanxisha
to refuse frost? The two rows of slanting geese are blue and eternal, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak.
Silver and garlic curtain people are silent, while jade hairpin knocks candles and believes in nothing. Yellow flowers are also near Chongyang.
Huanxisha
Who knows that wandering is not pitiful? The old tourist season is full of flowers, and the heartbroken people go through the years.
it's raining only when it's faint red, and a few strands of soft green are mixed with smoke. Before the sunset, the soul is gone. Nalan Rong Ruo's poem (II)
Nanxiangzi
The smoke and rain are warm at the beginning of harvest, and all the flowers are in the yard. Picking a pair of red beans, he bowed his head and said that he was undercurrent with tears.
people go away like a spring break, and drinking wine has made the stone especially good. Don't worry about someone crossing the peach leaf, boating, and a kind of smoke wave.
"Fairy"
It's too early to wake up after the moon sets. The thin frost courtyard is afraid of clothes, and the heart is quiet and red. Who knows this situation?
The scenery under the eyes can't stay, and it's warm and fragrant, so I went to carve the saddle again. If you want to hide the road with tobacco, you will find that it is acacia.
a melancholy jade is a barrier, so why not be a prosperous master? The broken belt still leaves a begging sentence, and there is nowhere to find the spot.
the golden gate
the wind is blowing, and the water is blue and clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still clear, and the rain is fine.
who sweeps the snail in the dream. Outside the curtain, the falling flowers are red and small. Sleeping alone is quiet, where is the worry?
The lotus root wind is light, the lotus dew is cold, the rainbow is closed, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first put on.
Tian Tian Cui Gai, while the fish are floating in the setting sun. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs down on the Yang 'an and sleeps to comb my hair.
old wanderings, showing the way, focusing on everywhere, full of worries. I want to swim on Furong Lake.
The red dress is messy. Lie down and watch the peach leaves send Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew off the dream in the south of the Yangtze River, and the dream was full of dragons. Nalan Rong Ruo's poem (3)
Dream of Jiangnan
It's new and good, and it sings like a tiger. A piece of Leng Xiang has only dreams, and it is very thin and poetic. The standard case is known early.
After listening to the rain at night, I feel so autumn. Around the building, people are silent, and dreams turn to sorrow.
there are thousands of mountains and rivers, so I can't remember where you are tired of traveling. Do you know the small window red candle? According to people, it's a bleak night.
What's added to the sadness in "Golden Luqu Comfort the West"? However, he and the weather will do it, so don't teach him how to grind nirvana. Every time you are frustrated, you will be frustrated.
you have to know, and it's a blessing. Lying alone on the bed of Chenopodium, I watched Beidou, and my back was blown to blood by Gao Cheng and Yu Di. Listening to the drums is more thorough.
the husband refused to be hot because of people, and took advantage of leisure and five lakes to cook, leaving a boat for a leaf. Tears, like Qiu Lin's endless waving, spilled on the wild yellow butterfly.
don't envy and be honest with the class. The clues of the car dust are not busy, and the west wind and the cold moon are blowing. Xiao temple, flowers like snow.
Who will stay with you again? Sighing about life, turning on and off several times, will become late. I remember the candle at the west window most, but I talk about the rain at home.
don't say goodbye, just get together temporarily. The trees of the Yangtze River are rustling, and the distant sky and the white geese are sent to mourn. Under the yellow leaves, autumn is like this.
attribution adds a lot of sadness. The material is strong, the smoke is cold, and the moon is cold. I am sad that you are down and out, but I haven't met Xiao on my temples.
You have Xieyi and Chang 'an children. It's too late for us to get started, and it's only when we believe in the past that the truth is negative. Life hate, * * * who language.
A touch of crimson lips
It's cool in the yard, and I feel thin when I come late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.
Xiao Si is pity for you, but I should be sorry for you. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. Nalan Rong Ruo's poem (4)
Ruthless wildfire, while the west wind burns all over the world. The elm plug comes back into the snow and ice, and it cools into the temples and blows old.
the herding horse hissed, moved and merged into the arms of sorrow. I will know how much Yu Lang has lost this evening.
it's just that the brain is full of fat, and it's hard to digest it. This is a waste of smoke. What's more, after Wenyuan is haggard, it's not easy to get drunk.
when I return to the peak of happiness, I am far from the city, and my dream goes around my home and mountain. There are many feelings, and only the whistling is high.
Huanxisha
If you want to worry about the wild goose, the west wind and the turbid wine are miserable. The sky is blue in the yellow flower season.
the ancient garrison is full of smoke, and the sunset village solves the saddle. I don't know how many people have fought.
Huanxisha
heads for Yunshan. The north wind broke the neighing of horses. Late autumn is far away.
a touch of smoke in the evening is a waste of time to defend the base, and the half pole is inclined to the old customs city. When is the ancient and modern hatred flat?
Huan Xi Sha
It's used to worrying about the waves all over the world, and the cold clouds are fading into autumn. Man got up from sleep and went upstairs again.
accompany me to be a horse, and laugh at people who are silent and have a cow. Working people only take a lifetime off.
Huan Xi Sha
Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li Sha, who will fight the frost with green temples? Over the years, half of them are in the end of the world.
The soul and dream can't leave the golden bow and defense, and draw a picture to show the jade crow fork. Have pity and lose a penny.