Words can't be repeated randomly, only when the questioner has words that can be photographed in his mind. If no one can shoot words, the questioner will write down the words shot in his mind and cover them under (answer). I will shoot one of the words' window'.
To use the word "window" in an idiom, "window" is bright and clean.
Another poem with the words "shoot" and "cover" should have a source. "Window" includes "snow" in Xiling, Qian Qiu.
Let LX finish filming a question.
Give another example:
The title of the book "Don't be disappointed at night in the Red Chamber" is stamped with the word "autumn".
Shoot the scarlet letter, black tea adds fragrance, and peach blossoms fall red like rain.
2. I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like interval. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was fascinated by butterflies, and the spring heart of the emperor and king cried in the cuckoo. Mermaids cried their pearl-like tears in the moon-like green ocean, and the blue fields breathed their jade in the sun. A moment that should have lasted forever came and gone unconsciously. The spring rain lies in the white coat of the Spring Festival, and the white door is sparse and many violations. The red chamber is sheltered from the cold through the rain, and the pearls and foils float alone. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so we should be sad for spring, and the night can still be a dream. How to seal the jade? I see a lonely goose in a cloud of three thousand miles, nameless and sad, deeply buried in Mochou Hall, and ecstatic for the whole night. Angels' life is nothing but dreams. If they don't have a lover to enter their room? Storms ravage nut horns, and the moon dew moistens cinnamon leaves. I know very well that this kind of love will have no result, no prejudice, and melancholy is frivolous. You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any other traces. It's five o'clock, in the moonlight-filled building. Dreams are far away, but it's hard to cry, and books make ink. Wax shines on the golden emerald in a half cage, and musk embroiders hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan. And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell. In spring, silkworms weave until they die, candles turn to ashes, and tears begin to dry up. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled a misty rain blew from the east, and there was a light thunder outside the lotus pond. The golden toad locks the incense, and the jade tiger ties the well. Jia Hua peeps at the curtain and concubines leave pillows. Wei. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . Untitled a wisp of faint phoenix tail yarn, the fragrance is multiplied, and the Biwen dome meets the night. Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? . Once lonely and fragrant. How far can pomegranate flowers whisper? I tied my horse to a willow and waited for the southwest wind. Untitled last night, the stars, the wind, the west of the studio and the east of the Guitang, although without the wings of Cai Feng, the heart repeatedly touches the rhinoceros. Every other seat, send a hook to warm the spring. There, one after another, we roll the dice under the crimson light until a drum rolls. Alas, call me to perform my duties. I ride my horse like a drifting water plant. Stay at the Roche Pavilion and send a message to the Bamboo Pier in Cui Yong. Dust-free water is clear, and acacia meets the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain. A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night asks if the return date has not arrived, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. Why do you want to cut candles at the west window? Speaking of late rain, I think of the poem Baodao. My road has been tortuous for many years, and now the yellow leaves are shaky by the strong wind. However, orchestral strings and fiddling make the blue room happy. On the surface, I seem to be happy for new people, but I am destined to leave my old friends behind. I sincerely shout for Xinfeng wine in the midst of all kinds of worries. Cicada is puzzled, and it is useless to hate noise again. Even when it is more sparse, a tree is heartless. The official work is still relatively extensive, so the garden is flat. I am most worried about you, and I know my family. The guests went to the heights, and the flowers in the small garden flew around .. escorting the sunset like a dancer. Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away? For a sad watchman, they will never come back. The fragrance of the heart runs out with the end of spring, leaving nothing but a robe stained with tears. Liang Si, you are gone. The river is high in front of my house, and cicadas are silent on the branches wet with dew. This is the moment when thoughts enter the depths. With their own feet, Beidou is far away in spring and Nanling is late. The end of the world is a dream, and there is new knowledge in doubt. It is more important than the white stone of Notre Dame. Spring dreams and rains often float, and the spirit wind does not satisfy the flag all day long. Sepals bloom. When Dulanxiang was gone, Yu Lang came here to learn about Li Xiannian and asked Rixu about Zizhi. Undoubtedly, where to mourn the guzheng is an urgent problem to be solved. Cherry blossoms Yongxiang Yang Anye's old lady is married or not to sell. On March 30, Princess Liyang was fourteen years old. After the Qingming Festival, she returned to the exhibition with the wall, and Stefanie Liang heard a sigh. There is no doubt that Fu Xie's family is the last stream of the old line, and now Song belongs to Tan Lang. How can a charming girl with a left home expect it? It's hard to get rid of her worries. The west wind is long in Wan Li. On July 29, I let the family dinner be like dew, the wind returned to the pond, and bamboo was sad. The floating world was originally crowded and scattered, and everything was left behind. You can only see the light in your dreams, and you can only know the wine when you fall into the world. How can you grow old, Songyangsong? There are no trees on the girl's bed. When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window, when the rain passes through the source of the river. If Zhu Xiao is bright and clear, a tree will grow in good water. 1 1 in the middle of the month, I will see the plum blossoms in Fufeng winding, which is not timely and fragrant. Su E is only with the moon, and young girls won't forgive Frost. Give someone a hand, and your heart will break. Who will be the morning show? Don't be a lady. Living far away, books are dreams, and only empty beds are the enemies of autumn. Moss mangroves are scattered in the rain, and the moon is sad. The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door, and the incense sticks to the spring. The cloister is surrounded by loneliness, and the blue parrot faces the red rose. Two pieces of willow (1) are temporarily given away from the pavilion, no worries. Spring breeze strives to cherish the long street. When you leave the pavilion, give two willows (the second branch). Whenever there is smoke and fog, thousands of things fall down. In order to report the pedestrians to rest, half of them stayed to see them off and welcome them back. Give two songs (the first one) on their behalf. Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook. Bananas don't show lilac festival, but they are worried that the spring breeze is in the same direction. Chu Yin left the palace on the mountain and went upstairs. The river flowed in front of the palace. Song Yu is not worried, just worried about herself. Galaxy blowing sheng hopes that the Galaxy will blow Yusheng, and the cold courtyard in the building will be cold and bright. I dreamed that the next year would be over, and all the other trees were holding females last night. The moon pavilion is so fragrant because of the rain, the wind curtain is so clear, and the candle is frosted. You don't have to make waves to build a mountain. Qin Xiao has his own feelings. The setting sun is deep in the city, and the spring is beautiful. God has mercy on the grass. Go downtown and go upstairs. I don't know where Gu Hong is going, but I don't know where my life is. I am drunk, looking for incense, but I am sleepy by the tree. After waking up in the middle of the night, I will light a red candle to enjoy the residual flowers. Spring is at the end of the world, and the end of the world is oblique. If there are tears, birds will cry into the highest wet flower. Every day, the spring is beautiful, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant on the inclined road in the mountain city. I can get it when I'm in a daze. I've been thinking about that storm all day. There are countless traces on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, many of which were sprinkled in front of the first monument. People go to Qiu Zi, soldiers stay up all night listening to music. When I arrived at Bashuiqiao, I asked, but I didn't send Yuke in my blue robe. Tramps are floating in the uneven waves, and they can't bear to cross the street. No matter how clever they are, they have no intention, and their moments are not necessarily good. It's sunny in the morning and sunny at night. When Chu women are interested, the color is cold. It started to rain in Mao Mao, and it was a little cold at night. It's cold outside the window, and the yard is empty and close to the water. Because of the infinite beauty of the cloud screen, Fengcheng is afraid of spring night. Marrying a rich husband for no reason made Xiang Si live up to his early expectations. I have never visited this mountain for a day. Kong Wen's midnight ghost lamented. Jade does not return to the whole city, and the Jade Palace is still divided into Yuan Bo. When I am dead, I still remember the smell of cranes in Huating, and I am always worried that the royal family will cry for bronze camels. Although the eternal land has changed its mind, it is not much worse than spring. The flowers in the first month keep the house tightly locked, covered with green moss, and the pavilion in the cloister lingers here. The prophet is dizzy, but the cold flowers still bloom. The bat blew the curtain and finally unfolded it.
3. Poems about love are all my fair lady, and gentlemen are good. -The Book of Songs in the Spring and Autumn Period (one of the National Styles) Nan Zhou Guanju.
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Interlaced shepherd's purse, beautiful and virtuous women ring the bell to please.
Classic love poems II.
Heaven and earth are one, but dare to separate from you! -evil spirits in Han Yuefu
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
Classic love poems 3.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -Don's Acacia
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Classic love poem 4.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Hu Ticheng Nanzhuang
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Classic love poem 4.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny. -Liu Tang Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci (3)
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Classic love poem 5.
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. -Tang Yuanzhen thinks about it.
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.
Classic love poem 6.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. -Tang Du Mu's Farewell (two songs)
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Classic love poem 7.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Classic love poem 8.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Classic love poem 9.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
Classic love poems 10.
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late. -Tang Li Shangyin's Note to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
4. A poem describing moonlight at night (Liu)
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Miracle doesn't sleep.
I didn't want to sleep for a night, and the virtual hall closed and reopened. But I left the light shadow and stayed until the moonlight came.
Falling leaves live in nests, and flying fireflies are worth my return. At dawn, the scriptures were blown, and a fragrant ash of white sandalwood was burned.
Looking at the bright moon on the fifteenth night (Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.
Other poems describing night scenes
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. -"Bo Qinhuai" Du Mu
There is moonlight in front of the window. Could it have frosted? . -"Silent Night Thinking" Li Bai
5. What does it mean to be divided into Cao Fu? Li Shangyin has no title.
Last night's stars, last night's breeze
Between the west side of the painting house and the east side of Casia Hall.
We can't be like a pair of phoenixes, fly with me.
Hearts with the same heartbeat are connected ―― no clue will be lost on like-minded people.
Through the wine of spring, when it warms me, I will remind you how to bet.
One after another, we rolled dice under the crimson light.
Until the drums call me to perform my duties.
I got on my horse and rode away, like a water plant cut off and drifting.
By the way, I wrote the scene on the wine table. Let's divide into several groups. Dividing Cao means grouping everyone. Shooting is a drinking game, see below.
Shooting is the earliest drinking game. According to relevant historical records, there were shootings in Guanluo, Wei, Jin and Guo Pu during the Three Kingdoms period. There is a saying in Two Untitled Poems by Tang Li Shangyin: "Through the spring wine, while it warms me up, I will remind you how to gamble. There, we roll dice in groups under the crimson lamp." Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" in the Qing Dynasty recorded a boudoir story, including the sentence "If you don't drink well, three cups are better, and you should shoot the lid", and the sentence "If you don't light your bow, wait for the moon to drink quickly, and shoot the lid as an order".
Shoot, shoot, guess; Cover, cover, hide. In the early shooting game, the main trick was to play riddles and hide things in advance with pots and bowls for people to guess. These two tricks are relatively direct. Later, on this basis, a shooting game with indirect twists and turns in language and character form came into being. Its method is to use conjunctions to hide things and make people guess. If the shooter can't guess or guess wrong, the repeater misjudges the shooter's guess and will be fined. Qing Yu Payton's "Nine Rings of Chao Gu Order" said: "However, the so-called shooting and carving in teahouses today are completely different from this. The method is engraved on the top and covered on the bottom. If the words' wine',' spring' and' pulp' are set, people will shoot them, covering spring wine and wine pulp, and the shooter will know each other in a word. " This basically explains the principle of playing drinking games. This is the same as the drinking order described in the sixty-second chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions. Respondents first use poems, idioms and allusions to cover up something, and shooters guess, and then use another poem, idiom and allusions to uncover the mystery. For example, after Baochai and Tanchun were right, Tanchun covered the word "person", Baochai said that the word "person" was very broad, and Tanchun covered the word "window" twice. When Baochai saw a chicken on the table, she shot the word "chicken window" and "chicken man", that is, the word "chicken", so she shot the word "Geng". When Tanchun heard that he was filming, he used the classic "A chicken was born in a field". They smiled and understood each other, and each took a sip of the door cup. For another example, after Li Wan and Xiuyan were paired up, Li Wan stamped the word "gourd ladle", almost using the code word "gourd ladle hanging on the wall", that is, the stamped word "gourd ladle". Xiuyan said the word "green" when filming, and almost used the word "sorrow" to make them understand each other and have a drink.
6. Poems about stars are dangerous buildings, and hands can pick stars.
The sun and moon are brilliant, and the sun is brilliant. The sun and the moon remain the same, and the stars are wired.
Even the vegetation is shaking with murderous look, and the stars are not bright. Last night's stars, last night's wind, watching the stars in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room, singing songs about you, running water today, the predecessor of the bright moon.
Stars, straight up in silence, slowly climb back to the night. There are no guests walking in the Shili Pavilion, and the sky is full of stars.
The temple officials burn incense in three rooms, and generally the stars are five feet high. Draw your sword out of its sheath, the sky shakes and the sun, the moon and the stars rise high.
Hang the stars on the rocks. Send the monarch back to Xi and move Gao Ming's new work.
Last night, the stars returned to the sword, and the year before last was full of romantic scenery. For the time being, I am willing to get the moon first. I used to burn pens and move stars to create the world, and I made waves.
The breeze swings through the ages, and the traces are high with the stars. The incense burner is purple and the waterfall is too clear.
If you climb the stars, wave and be affectionate. Enboning blocked Dongting's way home.
Yaotai is full of misty stars, and the immortal religion floats on the island. Spend the night at the Ding Feng Temple.
Raise your hand and ask the stars. Dare not speak loudly.
Afraid of shocking the world. Soul flies.
The stars are restored, and they are restored. You didn't say you wanted the whole song, just one sentence.
Ha ha.