At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wu Tongjing. Don't let Li Langzhong and Xue Taohua fall into the phoenix tree, and don't burn it. Climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.
An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy. After a heavy rain, Miao Su once turned from the sun to the rain and dreamed of a cool and moist skirt.
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.
There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. Beginning of autumn Liu Hanti scattered jade screen empty, a pillow cool, a fan blowing.
There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. Feng Yansi's new house, where the mulberry seeds were picked, went out with heavy curtains at midnight.
The slanting moon is hazy, and the flowers are red after the rain. The infinite sadness of the past year is still the east wind.
Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn. Wu Ye Binary Anonymous Autumn has come, and it is getting cold, and the cold geese are flying south.
Buttonwood with yellow leaves. I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.
The soothsayer heartbroken Xia Wanchun's autumn scenery went to the empty boudoir, and the phoenix tree leaves were swept at night. Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.
Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering. After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.
In summer, the curtains in Chen Shulan are drawn longer and longer, and there is a fragrant lotus flower in front of the courtyard. People preach that Lang is under the buttonwood tree, and I wish to be a phoenix.
On an autumn night, Chen Wenshu saw the Milky Way at the bottom of the plane blade. When the window was opened, the dew was cold and blue. The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.
Yuanyang article Chen Ziang flies Yuanyang bird. Raise your wings to cover up the loss.
Come to the green pool. * * * To Baiyun Ya.
Sound and appearance are interdependent. Feather purlin two winding.
Pingping plays Chun Zhu. Frost around the cold pool.
Pusha has a clean coast. Shu Ting brushed the water in the pool, and then hung down.
Play here every year. Follow the years.
Phoenix rises from Cape Dan. One-way sycamore branch
Hongyan comes to Zisai. Empty memory of rice fat.
I'm tired of crying. He Ming left injured.
If these birds. Fly over the forest.
Brush the tail to clear Jiangpu. Salvia crossed neck.
The article is negative and strange. How nice the harmony sounds.
Smell the mandarin duck. There are mandarin ducks again.
Give it to a beautiful woman. Well, I have a heart-to-heart relationship.
There are five autumn poems written by Chang Xin in Wang Changling. Autumn leaves are yellow, and the bead curtain does not roll frost at night. 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 autumn halls at night, the sounds at night, and the night in first frost still remember Emperor Han Yi. Deeper, under the cutting of the silver lamp, my eyes turned to Miyagi Prefecture.
The broom opens the golden palace, and the group fan lingers for a while. A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.
If the unfortunate man's fate is to be lost in thought for a long time, then he will see the dream of the king waking up again in his mind. The light shines on the west palace, knowing that it is a night drink, and seeing the favor.
In Changxin Palace, there is only the bright moon, the voice of your highness Yi Dao. The Millennium Hall is full of traces of weeds, and the red Luo Zhang is in deep love.
Meng Haoran, Wei Yun's Guanghe, sparse raindrops and phoenix trees. One by one, I am pregnant with good control. I am Xiao Xiao and Gu.
(See Danyang Collection for the poem), the phoenix tree falls in Feng Yansi, with beautiful autumn colors. As soon as the smoke cooled down, the rain stopped, and the depressed scenery was just worrying.
After people leave, how much hate, in my heart. Yan Hongyuan, strong brother resentment, he is a boundless river.
The mountains are like wearing, the moon is like hooking, the songs are scattered, the dreams are broken, and the buildings are leaning. In Feng Yansi, Yu Meiren, the blue wave curtain hangs over the Pearl Lake, and Yingying speaks under the curtain.
Boluo still cries for youth, and wild flowers and grass are new every year, which is hard to talk about. Where is Shengfeng's tall building? Who can tell the bitterness? One moment, the phoenix tree was photographed, and the tears and the east wind were beaten. I hate it.
Yu Meiren's new passion in Feng Yansi painting hall is dim, pearls and foils are hung in the middle of the night. The bridal chamber sleeps on the moon, with double shadows of Chinese parasol and Zhu Xuan, in front of the steps.
Even in the high-rise buildings, there is a banquet, and the pipe is blocked and bitter. I left my heart with a voice. Old love is hard to find and I hate it.
Li Yu, a mulberry picker, dragged the golden well, and the phoenix tree was dying, and several trees were shocked. If it rains, worry about me, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge. If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.
I met Yu without saying a word and went to the west wing alone. The moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. [1] It's sad to keep cutting and be confused. [2] There is a general taste in my heart.
[3] Partridge day Li Qingzhao locks the window on a cold night, and Wutong should hate first frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Qingping Leyan's strings are freehand brushwork, with dense meaning and broken strings. The book is full of infinite things, and I still hate it.
Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is faint and hazy. Where is the soul of a one-night dream? It's in Yang's room.
Yan, Xiang Er, the evening is green, cold, red and fragrant. Cherish the years, who are you with today?
Yun Lan is scattered and the figures are magnificent. Look at Julian dying, Gong Shan getting old and complaining about the autumn wind.
What is the moment of falling leaves? If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred. Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
That's where the soul disappears. On a moonlit night, the pink screen is empty. Qingpingle Yan Shujin has a thin wind, and the leaves fall with the phoenix tree.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply. Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither.
The silverscreen was slightly cold last night. No one sits in Zhang Lei's yard at night, and the night frost will dissipate first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind. Cool thin dusk, in Wu Wenying, Jie serial.
I suspect that the breeze moved the bamboo, so my old friend came to Miao. Gradually, the night grew long, and the fireflies were attracted leisurely, and the light was dull and the darkness was white.
Dreams come true in pairs, and the phoenix jade rope falls to the west. Covering and practicing [1] the curtain is tired, which makes the old man feel sad and sweaty.
Silver bottles hate sinking and broken ropes. Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.
The shadow of the moon and the bright moon are idle, and the dust has already damaged painters, and Chushan will abide by the agreement. The green is cold and the red is red. I'm afraid to dive in the West Pool.
Remember Hunan and Hubei, crimson and black. Withered flowers and fallen calyx.
Partridge day Zhou Zizhi ran out with a little residual red. The screen is full of cool autumn air.
It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.
At that time, they sang partridge words together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
Bodhisattva Man Zhu Qiusheng rises and falls on the phoenix tree, and the chanting adds to the sadness. Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.
Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil? Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.
Zhu has been awake for a long time in the autumn night, and the autumn air is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut for the night. The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.
Qingjiang led Qian Lin's kindness to sleep with Wan Fan until the sad season. A phoenix tree leaves, anvil pestle for thousands of months, and there is a lot of iron outside the eaves.
Meng Jiao, Lakashu two mature, mandarin ducks die side by side. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well! Ding Xifan and Wei Zhuang picked up all the red embers of the golden lamp, which made people burn, slowly leak and never sleep.
Leaning against the silver screen, I was speechless and worried about my brow. Smothering the rain with phoenix trees, dripping acacia.
To make matters worse, Wen Tingyun's jade fragrance and red wax tears lit up Qiu Si in the painting hall. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Xianger Li Qingzhao, singing in the grass, surprised the phoenix tree, worried about the country and the people. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.
You come and I go, don't meet.
2. Poems about children's figures: Will the ancients come or not tonight, and teach people to stand up to the phoenix tree shadow.
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply.
Going to Qiu Lai in spring, do you know where it used to be? Swallows return to Fei Lan to weep and dew, and stay for a thousand years. They don't want to run out of wine and grass, and the phoenix tree stays alone. I remember last year today, according to the former yellow leaves and the west wind.
Sunlight passes through the curtains and shadows surround the Indus River. There are countless words in my heart, and this feeling is very important when I write them in a pretty tone.
I haven't heard from you for a thousand miles, so it's hard to send this feeling. She climbed the tall building and looked down at the sky. The sky was wide and gloomy, and there was no trace of anyone, which made people more sad and haggard.
The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far and the clouds are dark, only gaunt. There was a red candle burning in the hall, and the flame was long and short, and there was a bitter tear of acacia.
Time will only make people old, not affectionate. I don't want to leave the pavilion for a long time, but I am easy to wake up with tears.
Indus last night, the west wind was sharp and the moon was in the sky. Good dreams are often surprising, and there are geese in tall buildings.
What is the moment of falling leaves? If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred. Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
Forest and Luanshan smoke lamp protection. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well! Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. The moon sets in the west, the door is open and there is no shadow.
At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wu Tongjing.
3. Find the sentence about "phoenix tree" in ancient poetry. The leaves are still in the wind and the fragrance is in a hurry.
Cherish the years, who are you with today? No one sits in a court in Zhang Lei at night.
Where is the ceremony when the broom is opened in the golden palace? I want to teach heaven to hate endlessly, and the moon is like a hook. Look at Julian dying, Gong Shan getting old and complaining about the autumn wind.
The waves fell on the leaves, and the round fan lingered for a while. The dream is far away, the phoenix is alive, the jade rope is falling, and the sweat is fragrant.
Silver bottles hate sinking and broken ropes. Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.
The shadow of the moon and the bright moon are idle, and the dust has already damaged painters, and Chushan will abide by the agreement. The green is cold and the red is red. I'm afraid to dive in the West Pool.
Remember Hunan and Hubei, crimson and black. Withered flowers and fallen calyx.
Partridge day Zhou Zizhi ran out with a little residual red. The screen is full of cool autumn air.
It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.
At that time, they sang partridge words together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
Bodhisattva Man Zhu Qiusheng rises and falls on the phoenix tree, and the chanting adds to the sadness. Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.
Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil? Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.
Zhu has been awake for a long time in the autumn night, and the autumn air is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut for the night. The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.
Qingjiang led Qian Lin's kindness to sleep with Wan Fan until the sad season. A phoenix tree leaves, anvil pestle for thousands of months, and there is a lot of iron outside the eaves.
Meng Jiao, Lakashu two mature, mandarin ducks die side by side. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well! Ding Xifan and Wei Zhuang picked up all the red embers of the golden lamp, which made people burn, slowly leak and never sleep.
Leaning against the silver screen, I was speechless and worried about my brow. Smothering the rain with phoenix trees, dripping acacia.
To make matters worse, Wen Tingyun's jade fragrance and red wax tears lit up Qiu Si in the painting hall. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Xianger Li Qingzhao, singing in the grass, surprised the phoenix tree, worried about the country and the people. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.
You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. The weather is sunny, rainy and windy.
Yi Qin 'e, Li Qingzhao's lofty pavilion and Ye Ping's chaotic mountain are all covered with smoke. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold and lonely, and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
This time, what a sad sentence! Xie Tiao North Building, Qiudeng Xuancheng, has picturesque scenery and overlooks the clear Wan Li. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
Autumn and moon are bright in Changxin Palace.
Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn. Autumn has come to Wu Ye Eryuan, and the lotus fragrance is in front of the courtyard, and the rain is gathering.
The fire shines in the west palace to know how to drink at night. After people leave.
Smoked jade pillow has no color. Jade is not as beautiful as western Western jackdaw, and the rain is dark and hazy.
Where is the soul of the night dream? Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
How much you hate, how much you hate, how deep first frost is, and how sad the depression is. ("Save the audition for Long song", it's getting cold.
Meng Haoran, Wei Yun, from Guanghe. The smoke began to get cold.
Traces of fine grass on the white deer plain. People preach lang under the buttonwood tree.
There are endless things in the book, and there are many things in the red account. Covert practice [1] makes the curtain tired and makes the old man sad.
[3] Partridge day Li Qingzhao locks the window on a cold night, and Wutong should hate first frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
The strings of Qingping Leyan are freehand, looking back. If you want to send a large-scale tour, go back to Yang Ye Building.
The fragrance is fragrant, the dusk is cold and red, and it still has the shadow of Zhaoyang. The high palace anvil rings at midnight, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in autumn.
Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, the sunset is fading, I still hate it. Lie down and listen to the phoenix tree that refuses the rain.
Joan's window is wrinkled in spring, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be hooked with jade. Cool thin dusk, in Wu Wenying, Jie serial.
It is suspected that the breeze moves the bamboo, so the old friend came to Miao, and the nine cold waves did not flow back. On an autumn night, Chen Wenshu saw the Milky Way at the bottom of the plane blade. When the window was opened, the dew was cold and blue.
The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more. Yuanyang article Chen Ziang flies Yuanyang bird.
Raise your wings to cover up the loss. Come to the green pool.
* * * To Baiyun Ya. Sound and appearance are interdependent.
Feather purlin two winding. Pingping plays Chun Zhu.
Frost around the cold pool. Pusha has a clean coast.
Shu Ting brushed the water in the pool, and then hung down. Play here every year.
Follow the years. Phoenix rises from Cape Dan.
One-way phoenix tree branches are red and purple.
Empty memory of rice fat. I'm tired of crying.
He Ming left injured. If these birds.
Fly over the forest. Brush the tail to clear Jiangpu.
Salvia crossed neck. The article is negative and strange.
How nice the harmony sounds. Smell the mandarin duck.
There are mandarin ducks again. Give it to a beautiful woman.
Well, I have a heart-to-heart relationship. There are five poems by Wang Changling Chang Xin Ji Qiu, among which Jin Jing Wu Tong Huang Ye Qiu, a strong flute resentment.
It's really unlucky to think for a long time. Yan Hongyuan.
That's where the soul disappears. On a moonlit night, the pink screen is empty. Qingpingle Yan Shujin has a thin wind, and the leaves fall with the phoenix tree.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at the first taste, and sleeps with a small window. His Royal Highness Zhaoyang returns home dressed in gold, and the night frost is about to fall. [1] If you keep cutting, you will be confused. This is parting. [2] Don't have a general taste in your heart. A few trees will surprise you.
It rains during the day, which brings new troubles. It scatters raindrops and attracts fireflies, making it look plain and the darkness is white. Beaded curtains don't roll frost at night. See the poem Danyang Collection). Fangcaodu Feng Yansi phoenix tree falls, and also looks at Jincheng Pearl, but sleeps and listens to Nangong, dreaming that the king is suspicious. The soothsayer heartbroken Xia Wanchun's autumn scenery went to the empty boudoir, and the phoenix tree leaves were swept at night.
Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other. Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering.
After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon. In summer, the curtain in Chen Shulan is getting bigger and bigger, and the cold geese are migrating south.
Buttonwood with yellow leaves. I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.
The silverscreen was slightly cold last night. The night is getting deeper, the ancient music is rustling, the strings are broken, and the river is boundless.
The mountains are like wearing, the moon is like hooking, the songs are scattered, the dreams are broken, and the buildings are leaning. In Feng Yansi, Yu Meiren, the blue wave curtain hangs over the Pearl Lake, and Yingying speaks under the curtain.
Boluo still cries for youth, and wild flowers and grass are new every year, which is hard to talk about. Where is Shengfeng's tall building? Who can tell the bitterness? One moment, the phoenix tree was photographed, and the tears and the east wind were beaten. I hate it.
Yu Meiren's new passion in Feng Yansi painting hall is dim, pearls and foils are hung in the middle of the night. The bridal chamber sleeps on the moon, with double shadows of Chinese parasol and Zhu Xuan, in front of the steps.
Even in the high-rise buildings, there is a banquet, and the pipe is blocked and bitter. From other voices, old love.
4. That poem about children's figures, will the ancients come tonight, so that people can stand the shadow of phoenix tree.
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply.
Go to Qiu Lai in spring,
Where do you know about the past?
Swallows returned to Fei Lan to cry,
I don't want a thousand years later.
Wine and grass powder,
Sitting alone in a buttonwood tree.
Remember last year today,
According to the front yellow leaves of the west wind.
Put on the curtains at sunset,
The coolness gradually entered the phoenix tree.
How many words can't be finished,
Written in a beautiful tune,
This is a situation.
Don't hear my voice for thousands of miles,
This feeling is hard to send.
Green yarn and autumn moon,
Night rain in Wu Tong,
A few sleepless nights.
The building is high and the eyes are broken.
It's far away and the clouds are dark.
Only gaunt.
Nian Lan Tang Red Candle,
Long heart and short fire,
Cry at people.
Time only makes people old,
Don't believe in love.
Dragons hate leaving the pavilion,
Tears and wine wake up easily.
There was a strong westerly wind blowing in Wutong last night.
The moon flickers on and off.
Good dreams and frequent surprises,
Where is the tall building with geese?
Where is the moment when the waves fall and the leaves fall,
If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred.
Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
Lingaoge,
Smoke and light protection in Ye Ping in chaotic mountains.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Jade furnace incense, red wax tears,
Some photo galleries in Qiu Si.
The eyebrows and eyes are sparse, and the clouds are residual.
The night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood, night rain,
If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a voice,
Empty steps lead to bright places.
Raqqa trees mature in pairs,
Yuanyang died side by side.
A virgin is the love of her husband,
Live faithfully like them.
What kind of disturbing wave will come,
My heart is full of water.
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
It is sadness, especially the general taste in my heart.
The moon sets in the west, the door is open and there is no shadow.
At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wu Tongjing.
5. The image of Dong in ancient times and the noble image and implication in poetry: In ancient poetry, the phoenix tree symbolizes noble and beautiful character.
The image and meaning of faithful love in ancient legends, the phoenix tree is a male tree, the tung tree is a female tree, the phoenix tree grows up with the old, lives and dies together, and the phoenix tree has tall branches and deep roots. In the poet's pen, it became a symbol of faithful love. Lonely and sad image and its implication: the wind blows leaves, raindrops are phoenix trees, a sad scene, and phoenix trees have become lonely and sad images in literati's works.
Images and implications of feelings of parting Among Tang and Song poetry, the images and implications of Chinese parasol leaving feelings and hating others are the most. The line is: "Laka tree is two and two mature, and Yuanyang dies side by side."
"Plant pines and cypresses in the east and trees in the left and right." "The branches are covered and the leaves are communicating."
"Lonely west wing, such as hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. "
"The phoenix tree is even more embarrassing, and at dusk, it is dripping." "Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, leaves fall to the ground after the autumn rain."