On the stranger, the birds crow and smoke, and the fish scales wrinkle and the water wrinkles. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Wang Wei, Acacia (Tang)
Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.
Yi Jian Song Mei Li Qingzhao
Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is lingering in autumn. I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Xiangsitang Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an, sings in the winding latitude, sings in the golden jinglan, is slightly frosty and cold in the pool, and is swaying in the high lights; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain and stare at the moon with many sighs, as lonely as a flower. From the center and above the cloud, I see the blue and depth of the sky, with green waves, and my soul flies far and wide. Can I dream of going through the portal and crossing the mountain? Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking!
Autumn wind speaks to Tang Libai.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves are still scattered, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. When you meet acacia, you will know when. At this time, this night is awkward, and I am homesick. I know I am lovesick, I am lovesick, I am lovesick, I am infinitely short. If I had known this, I would have stirred people's hearts. Why didn't you know each other at first?
Li Zhiyi, operator of the Northern Song Dynasty
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and the monarch is at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When will this hatred be? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss me!
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
Last night's stars and last night's wind were in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Although my body didn't have wings like bright phoenix, I felt the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, passing through the wine in spring. When it warmed me, I prompted you how to bet. There, group after group, we rolled dice under the crimson light until a drum rolled. Alas, call me to my duty and I rode on me.
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? !
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here. I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Memories of Brothers on a Moonlit Night Tang Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Spring Night in Los Angeles Tang Libai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Qiu Ge
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ?
Winter songs
Tomorrow morning, the courier on horseback will leave, and the women are rushing to make cotton-padded clothes for the expedition husband. Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes. When the work is finished, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? ?
Letter to Han Chuo Tang Du Mu, Yangzhou Magistrate
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
A note to a friend in Bei Tang on a rainy night: Li Shangyin.
When the late wife asked about the untimely return date, it rained at night in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Lisitang Yuanzhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Tang Cencan went to Beijing to meet the emissary.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
People in Sui Dynasty miss Xue Daoheng.
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
Liu Zao in Tang Dynasty in Lu Ci Shuo Fang
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
On a spring night, I heard the flutes of Los Angeles and Tang Libai.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Wu Fengqi of Liu Yong.
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent?
I'm going to get drunk and sing a song about wine, which is strong and tasteless, and my clothes are getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it.
Anonymous "The Book of Songs Peak and Drumming"
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
The magpie fairy of Qin Guan
Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.