A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.
A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.
It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and there was no language between the fingers. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.
Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes.
A little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands.
Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth?
In mid-July, the fourth night is stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of the dead woman.
Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
2. Nalan Xingde wrote poems about autumn rain. Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha"
Who turns the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin all night. I don't know what bothers me. I'm bored when I wake up, bored when I'm drunk, and I never dreamed of going to Xie Qiao. -Nalan Rong Ruo, "Mulberry Picking"
The residual lamp blew out the furnace, and the smoke was cold, accompanied by a lonely shadow. Sentenced drunk, in order to ask who is awake in the world. Flowers are hard to meet, wine is easy to get, and my head is empty. Leisure always pays the price of getting drunk, but I'm afraid I'll still be in front of the bottle when I wake up. -Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty"
The smoke is warm and the rain is early, and the yard is full of flowers. Picking a pair of red beans, he lowered his head and said the undercurrent of tears. People go like spring break, and wine makes stones very well. Don't worry about people crossing peach blossoms, boating, a kind of smoke wave. -Nalan Rong Ruo's Nanxiangzi
3. Poems about rain: green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's fishing song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")
5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)
7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
9. The Acropolis is soaked in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")
4. Nalan Xingde's Poems Describing Thunderstorms Among the 185 poems handed down by Nalan Xingde, there is no description of rainstorms, but the graceful style is more common. Let me record some for you:
Inscription photo of Nanxiangzi as a female deceased.
Tears are swallowed but silence.
I only regret my past feelings,
Relying on Dan Qing to save knowledge.
Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific
Wake up early in the middle of the night.
Wake up early, dream,
More, more. Call the storm bell at night
red date
The wind blows and the rain blows. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. I don't remember clearly. Doubt was a dream, and the dream came with a heavy curtain.
mulberry leaf harvest
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music?
The wind is rustling,
The rain is rustling,
Another night of death.
I don't know what bothers me.
Woke up bored,
Drunk and bored,
I never dreamed of going to Xie Qiao.
Occasionally on the pillow the night before the Central Plains.
The wine wakes up the pool, but it doesn't wake up, and the curtain is cold and light.
At the beginning of the stream wind, the rain is suspicious, and the autumn moon is full of strings like a bow.
Remnant dreams blow horns far away, and Ming River wears long clothes.
It seems stricter than ancient posts to mourn their stupidity and chaos.
Jade chain shadow
Where is the rain in Mao Mao, Xiao Ye? Wet eaves flower, flower bottom people speechless. Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired.
Good in the middle
If you can't sleep, it's like dreaming of a border town. Listening to the rainy night, I remember the night light in the red chamber.
Books are solemn, hatred is clear, and the sky will make sadness taste deep. Get up, hand seal the title, and the word Yuanyang is cold.
5. Nalanxingde's poems describing lightning storms are not described in Nalanxingde's 185 poems handed down from generation to generation, but the graceful style of rain and dew is more common. I'll record some poems for you: "Nanxiangzi is a photo of a dead woman". Tears are swallowed but silent.
I only regret my past feelings and rely on Dan Qing to save my knowledge. Yingying.
You can't draw it if you are sad. Don't be too specific
Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more.
Crying under the eaves of the wind, the bell "Red Jujube" is sad at night. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail.
I don't remember clearly. Doubt was a dream, and the dream came with a heavy curtain. Who translated the bleak Yuefu in Picking Mulberry Seeds? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what bothers me. It's boring to wake up, boring to be drunk, and I've never been to Xie Qiao in my dreams. On my pillow the night before the Mid-Yuan Dynasty, the wine woke up the pond, and the curtains were deserted, separated by light smoke.
At the beginning of the stream wind, the rain is suspicious, and the autumn moon is full of strings like a bow. Remnant dreams blow horns far away, and Ming River wears long clothes.
It seems stricter than ancient posts to mourn their stupidity and chaos. "Jade Chain Shadow" Xiao Ye is a little rainy.
Wet eaves flower, flower bottom people speechless. Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold.
Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired. "Yu Zhonghao" can't fall asleep like silk, so it seems like a lonely pillow dreaming of a border town.
Listening to the rainy night, I remember the night light in the red chamber. Books are solemn, hatred is clear, and the sky will make sadness taste deep.
Get up, hand seal the title, and the word Yuanyang is cold.
6. On Nalan Ci "Nalan Xingde Ci"
Bu operator
Liu Xin's figure is delicate, and delicate willow branches can't hang down like delicate women, so how can they stand the spring dance?
The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow.
The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love.
The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think.
Meng Jiangnan
Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
and
The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.
Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.
and
Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.
A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and there was no language between the fingers. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.
Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes.
and
The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.
Linjiangxian
A little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands.
Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth?
and
I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.
Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
and
Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt.
and
The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?
The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.
Once again (walking in autumn)
Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.
The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.
Yun Song's orders about temples.
The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet each other and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night.
Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.
Blue wet mourning
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
Qinyuanchun
Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this because I didn't write a poem. After I felt it, I felt that I was born in an instant, which was too unlucky to forget when I was in the trough. Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
In mid-July, the fourth night is stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of the dead woman.
Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
7. Poetry with Xiang Yu 1. Nalan is crimson.
2. Murong crimson
3. Butterfly dance is crimson.
The rain is crimson.
5. The origin is crimson
6. Dream back to crimson
7. Crimson and scattered flowers
8. Crossing the Red Dust
9. Crimson wound
10. Ru Yan crimson
Without "Crimson": (25)
1. Zhuge Mingjun
2. Shangguan Xuanya
3. Sima Meng Bing
4. Menglan is drunk
5. Empty mountains and spiritual rain
6. The cloud returned to the dream.
7. falling flowers like a dream
There is nothing but water and cigarettes.
9. Yu Xiang with powder
10. It's raining.
1 1. Tears are red.
12. The flowers have fallen in spring
13. Tears are dry
14. hazy moon and dim light
15. Lots of flowers
16. Dark and damp windows
17. Quite critical
18. Simon Zheng Bo
19. Linghu Rongcheng
20 Xuanyuan Xu Yao
2 1 Nalan Shaoqian
22 Nalan Nan Jun
23 Nalan Vision Wei
24 Nalan Tao Hong
25. Nalan Yuqi
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Both men and women have it. . . Hope to adopt