The door of the door is locked and the door of the door is locked inside. The copper dragon funnel is getting slower and slower, and the waiting time is longer. After combing the bun, you should look in the mirror again and again, change your silk clothes again, and pay attention to adding some spices to smoke.
From a distance, the flickering shadow of the main hall opened the curtain; I saw a maid with a short robe and embroidered trousers cleaning the imperial bed. "Gong Ci" Author: Xu Zhongya Tang Dynasty insider, began to be afraid of the cold, gently opened the bead curtain to see peony.
A handful of wicker can't be put down, and the wind is on the jade railing. "Gong Ci" Author: Tang Dynasty Korean embroidered skirts stand at attention, maids move lights to cover the doors of the temple.
Swallows don't come to spend rain, and spring breeze blames dusk. "Gong Ci" Author: Zhang Ji, a sharp eagle in the Tang Dynasty, first released a fat rabbit, and the king was rare in the daytime.
At dusk, thousands of doors are locked, and red makeup flies forward. Gold is used to keep the rosewood groove, and the initial tension of the string is higher.
A new song came yesterday, and cherries were delivered outside the official curtain. "Gong Ci" Author: Appreciation of Changle Palace in Tang Dynasty in Gu Kuang, which is connected with Yuan Chun, Yudian and Jindian.
As soon as the military gate enters and exits, only Gong Ying can see people. The following 41 poems, poems by Wang Jue, a son of Gongci and Liyuan: Mrs. Hua Rui, in the Wuyun Pavilion in the Tang Dynasty, flowers and trees grow new, and the sun and the moon are idle.
The 36th Palace is connected with the Imperial Palace, and the Taiping Emperor lives in Kunshan. Huizhen Guangdian is about a palace wall, with pavilions and pavilions supporting each other and backed by the sun.
Pure jade steps cross the waterfront, and the aroma of the imperial furnace rushes to the dragon bed. Longchi nine bends are far apart, and willows attract cross-strait wind.
It looks like a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, with ships coming and going in the blue waves. East of the Forbidden City, Longchi Fengyuan is sandwiched between cities.
At dawn, the clock is broken and the makeup is strict, and the screens in the courtyard are as red as the sea. Palace Ci Author: Zhu Guangbi Tang Dynasty dream, the king is near, the river in the palace is high.
The autumn wind can be reheated, and the round fans spare no effort. Author of Gong Ci: Luo Yin skillfully painted moths and eyebrows in the Tang Dynasty, when human nature was generous.
I haven't seen the king for many years, and the sunset is empty. "Palace Poems Thousands of Miles from Home" Author: Zhang Hu Appreciation of "Thousands of Miles from Home" in Tang Dynasty, a maid-in-waiting lived here for twenty years.
However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears. Spring flowers and autumn grass return every year, and the sun, moon and flowers flow day and night.
In the Forbidden Palace, there is no rest sadness, and Nagato's hatred and resentment coexist. Hu family has three dozen intestines, and copper finches have thousands of beautiful bones.
In ancient times, I was suffocated by sadness, and my death was a matter of love. Zhao Changqing, a grateful poet, had a new scene in the Song Dynasty.
The small courtyard blended into a long day. Out of sympathy, Dong Jun intends to slim down.
The gentle wind broke the wrinkles in the brow. Curly branches, pale yellow, slightly transparent.
Dancing until spring is deep and subtle. The package is full of feelings, updated to hurt wine.
Heartbroken and speechless. "Deep Palace" Author: Li Shangyin Tang Dynasty Golden Temple sells incense coffins, jade pot spreads a swallow bronze dragon.
I don't hesitate to lose weight in the shade, but I know that the laurel leaves are thick in the clear dew. There are endless tears on the edge of Banzhuling, and the clock is in Jingyang Palace.
Rain is afraid of clouds, and there are only twelve peaks in Gaotang. The beauty of beauty and red peony complement each other, and beauty and long flowers are king.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north. -[Tang] Li Bai.
Ban Jieyu's "Songs of Complaint" is as bright as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost. Long letter autumn ci Wang Jin Changling Wu Jingtong autumn leaves are yellow, and the bead curtain does not roll night frost.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. The Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling opened a peach well last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain. The West Palace resents Wang Changling's quiet flowers at night in the West Palace, and he wants to roll a bead curtain and hate it in spring.
Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun. Let my concubine live a miserable life. Du Cao green cover, moss green lane secluded.
Spoil a new love, tears fall, so love to stay. Birds sing and dreams break, and flying flowers stir loneliness.
I regret the spring, and the fans welcome the autumn. The palace resents Sima Zaliu's uneven color, and Xiaoying cries all over the palace.
No one looks at the flowers every year, and the spring springs out of the ditch. The palace complains that Li Chungong is wet and fragrant, and Zhaoyang plays the song of the moon.
It's like adding seawater to a crack in the palace and leaving Nagato for one night. Liu Yuxi's "The New Makeup of Spring Poetry Should Be Below Zhu Lou" deeply locks the sadness of a hospital in spring.
Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta. Bai Juyi, a poet in the harem, wept a silk scarf and sang in the temple before midnight.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn. Nagato's wife, a beautiful woman, is very comfortable.
The soul is excessively lost, but not rebellious, haggard and living alone. They say I come and go, eat happily and forget people.
Be proud of your heart moving without worrying, and be proud of your blind date. Yi is dull and stupid, and he is chaste in his heart.
I am willing to ask questions and make progress, and I will get the jade sound of Zunjun. I hope my empty words are sincere. I will leave the palace in the south of the city.
Repair thin tools and set yourself up, but you refuse to be lucky. The program dives alone and specializes in it, and the sky is blowing with the wind.
When I arrived in Lantai, from a distance, God (brother-in-law, brother-in-law) was immoral. The clouds are gloomy and crowded, and the sky is overcast.
Thunder sounds like your car. Floating back to the boudoir, lifting the curtain (Zhan Zhan, mixed voice).
Sweet-scented osmanthus trees compete, and the fragrance disappears. Peacocks gather and coexist, and mysterious apes scream and sing.
Emerald comes with wings, and husband and wife are fragrant. When the heart is uncomfortable, evil spirits attack.
Go to Lantai and take your time in the palace. The main hall is gloomy and full of worship.
By the east wing, the husband is decadent. Squeeze the jade gate and shake the gold shop, which sounds like a silver bell.
Carving Mulan is sad, decorating apricot is beam. Luo's tree trip is like a tree, leaving the building and supporting each other.
Shi Guimu (thin wood, rich in sound) is clumsy, and the Committee and the beam are staggered. It seems that things have changed, like stones.
The five colors are dazzling and shine against each other. Right or wrong stone, just like tortoise shell.
Qi's curtain is hanging, and Chu's connection is also hanging. Stroking the lintel calmly, you can see the center of the platform.
White cranes cry sadly, and their hearts are lonely (foot temple). At dusk, I look forward to it, and I feel lonely in the empty hall.
Hang the bright moon and look at yourself, and stay in the bridal chamber for the night. Ya Qin's aid to tone sandhi can't last long.
The case turned to Xi, and the voice revived. Looking at the calendar, I am generous and self-sufficient (I am going to Japan, and I am proud of it).
Weeping around, tears flowing. Relax and increase, (foot transfer, sound transfer) hesitate.
I'm sorry for myself and the past. I had no face to show it, so I thought about it and went to bed.
If you think firewood is a pillow, then the spring is blue and fragrant. Suddenly falling asleep and dreaming, the spirit is like a gentleman.
If you don't see it, the soul (king+king, overlapping, crazy sound) dies. When a chicken crows, it worries about the moon.
The audience is among the stars, and the blue clouds come from the East.
No one hurts the sad words about the unloved boy. I can love myself. Nobody loves me. I try to love myself, but I won't cry.
If you didn't appear in front of me at first, then I wouldn't know the taste of happiness. You gave me all your love, so suddenly, you told me that you would always like me and never leave me, which made me mistakenly think that I could be as happy as a spoiled child; Let me mistakenly think that as long as I hold you, I can have the whole world
It turns out that love can also make people become nothingness until they can't feel the pain you give.
We are all children. We don't know how to love, but we know how to hurt.
I won everyone and lost you.
I like myself now, and I miss us in the past.
We all have our own lives, in the corner where we can't see each other.
You always have to experience some betrayal and sadness to understand people's hearts.
I thought I could face it bravely, but my tears betrayed me and said I would forget everything about you.
Thank you for letting me know that when the world is cold, the winner is king.
I once passed by your heart, not because I didn't want to stay, but because you refused to take me in.
After so many tests, we finally returned to the original point.
My heart can't stop shaking, and tears push me to the edge of pain again and again.
I pretend to be optimistic to cover up my pessimism, do you understand?
After the pain, I won't feel pain, and some will only be a cold heart.
It's just that I've been walking alone for too long and I'm used to being alone.
There is nothing wrong with liking someone. What is wrong is liking someone who doesn't like himself.
I really love you, I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself.
All's well that ends well for lovers, but we can't even be friends.
Every night when you go offline, I always look so sad alone.
When I miss you, I am a little happy and a little sad.
With such a strong sense of loss, do I still have nothing?
When my mouth is lonely, I smoke. Who will accompany me when I am lonely?
Who made an eternal oath with me?
Sometimes, silence is the greatest cruelty to us.
I forgot who I should care about and miss. Sorry, dear, there is only myself in the world.
Time has finally turned me into a person who dare not say love easily.
I wish you could see through my insecurity and sadness, but you didn't.
You will never see the tears in my eyes, because I will cry when you are away.
You know nothing, including that I like you.