Ancient classical Chinese writing describing colds

1. What ancient poems were used to express the pain of catching a cold

1. "Spread the Huanxisha, Be Sick, Have a Rustling Temples" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Be sick, have a rustling temples, and lie down and watch the broken moon on the window screen. Boil the nutmeg into boiling soup, do not have to beat the spirit of tea and eat.

poetry and books on the pillow have a good leisure place, and the scenery in front of the door is good. Accompany me all day, only the deep and reserved osmanthus flower.

2. "Partridge Days, Goose Lake Begins to Work" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

It's cold in the pillow creek hall. Broken clouds are collected late according to water. Red-violet leans on each other like a drunk, and Bai Niao is speechless and worried.

The book is aggressive, and you should take a break. A hill and a valley are also romantic. I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is lazy to go upstairs.

3. "When you get sick, Jingjiang Pavilion is the thing." Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

In the Han Mo field, there are old waves, and in the Bodhi Square, you are sick and tired.

there are no gulls and herons near people, and sometimes the cows float their noses.

if you close the door, you will find that you have no self, and you will be Qin Shaoyou to the guests.

I don't know if I have enough food and clothing, but the west wind blows tears in Gu Teng.

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. Red is floating around. Drop all the tears.

who is drunk before the flower when he is melancholy before the spring. Worry is endless. Wuling hui qi. People are far away and empty.

5. "Jade Butterfly, Why Do You Come Late to Get Sick" Song Dynasty: Anonymous

Why do you come late to get sick, forcing you to look at the mirror, haggard and careless. The next hairpin is messy, and it will be windy forever. Angry fat disappears in the red path, ashamed jade decreases in the butterfly powder cluster. Thinking long, sitting alone in the curtains, spreading all over the smoked cage.

hazy. When the jade man disappeared, Luo cut the bag and sent it, writing a letter and sealing it. About the spring, summer is still in the west and east. It is doubtful that the dream of rain is broken. The most unforgettable, screen glimpse, meet in the wild. 2. The ancients described indecent poems

Does indecent poems refer to poems describing * * *? The following information comes from the Internet for your reference.

Cut the plum blossoms, the lotus courtyard is cool in the evening breeze, so you can take advantage of the leisure. Don't show off the scenery, insert the flowers obliquely, slip the bottle mouth gently, pick the lotus feet, paddle the sound, and pour the phoenix. It's an unusual style. Who is more diligent among the two idle and busy people? It's not the lover but the lover who is bored. Chun Qing hastily turned over Lang's body and dumped the jade wrist, helped Lang's shoulders, peaches and cheeks, and cherry blossoms. They were connected and rocked, and the flower heart was tireless. At the beginning of the distant sky, the low trees are gradually lush.

The dragon blows through Ting Chu, and the phoenix song blows the well. The mist hangs down in Luokong, and the breeze rings around it.

the crimson festival follows the golden mother, and the cloud holds the jade child in its heart. The deeper people are quiet, and the morning meeting will be rainy.

pearls are bright and elegant, flowers are bright and hidden, and dragons are embroidered. Baochai traveled to Cai Feng, while Luo Kui covered Dan Hong.

From Yaohua Garden, you will go to Bidi Palace. Because of traveling to the north of Luocheng, I occasionally went to Song Jiadong.

at the beginning of the play, the tone was slightly rejected, and the tenderness was already dark. When the cicada moves, the jade dust will cover it.

turn around, it's snowing, and climb into bed to hug the flowers. Mandarin ducks cross the neck and dance, and the emerald acacia cage.

the eyebrows and the blushes gather frequently, and the lips are warmer and more melted. The air is clear and blue, and the skin is moist, jade and muscular.

I can't move my wrist carelessly, but I like to fold my bow. Sweat beads, loose hair.

Fang is happy with the Millennium meeting, but I am poor for five nights. The time of staying is limited, and it is difficult to end.

a slow face is full of sadness, and words are always sincere. Give a ring to meet each other, and leave a knot to show the same heart.

the crow powder flows through the mirror, and the residual light surrounds the dark worm. Huaguang is still in Ran Ran, and Xu is getting better and better.

When you return to Luo by riding an emu, you can also play the flute. The fragrance of clothes is still dyed with musk deer, and the pillow is still red.

the curtain is near the pond grass, fluttering and thinking about the bamboo canopy. Su Qin clearly resents cranes, and Qing Han hopes to return to Hong.

the sea is vast and sincere, but the sky is high and difficult to rush. There is nowhere to go, and Shaw History is in the building.

Langtaosha early unties Luo Shang * * * Try Lan Tang to learn the sound of Yuanyang underwater pulley. In the waves, Momoka's spring is too crazy, regardless of the residual makeup, and the red lotus double gourd ladle reflects the waves. At the most time, it also exposes the wet greenhouse, like a dream, which makes a night of rain and clouds bloom. I don't know how to pick peony forever, but it is more emotional and heavy. I all dream of Qin Jin * * * The banquet is half collapsed, the breeze is blowing, and the moon is confusing. It is hard to say that the beauty turned to be an Hanlin romantic, turned back and smiled and gave birth to spring, but she won the breasts and clung to the clouds and stayed in the rain. Listening to the soft voice and the soft bamboo shadow, rustling the osmanthus fragrance, and exploring the spring, making the spring like the sea, the warm weather, showing the flower gourd ladle, testing the flower heart, curling up like a butterfly, sleeping like a green branch, leaning on the golden hairpin, provoking the heart, drunk and feeling, soaking the tears on the handkerchief.