1. how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, sitting in a frown. You may see the tears now, bright on her cheek, but not the man she so bitterly loves-
2, winter nights are cold and nights are long, so I sit in the North Hall for a long time. Jing Quan's Moon Comes into the Boudoir —— Sitting at Night
3, my hair had hardly covered my forehead, I was picking flowers, paying by my door. When you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, came trotting in circles and throwing green plums-Long March
4, don't come home for a few spring, see cherry flowers in the jade window-Long Separation
5, snow covers the palace building, and the curtain is faint. The fighting pressure is weak, and the fragrance is weak-Lianlizhi
6, the birds near Huangyuncheng want to live, and they return to the dumb branches, and the brocade of Qinchuan women in the machine-Wuye Tiao
7, the forbidden court is in spring, and the warbler feathers are covered with new embroidery. A hundred herbs are clever in seeking flowers and fighting, and they only bet on a full bucket of pearls-Qing Ping Le
8, the flat forest is vast and misty, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue-Bodhisattva Man
9, below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water, heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them flies my sorrow and can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?-Two Poems of Yuefu Sauvignon Blanc
1, and at last you think of returning home. It seems a thousand miles away-Two Poems of Lian Li Zhi
12, heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them flies my sorrow, can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?-Two Poems of Sauvignon Blanc
13, from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me-drinking Alone with the Moon
14, insects hum of autumn by the gold brim of the well, a thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold mat-Sauvignon Blanc
15, the sun is full of flowers and smoke.
At this age, when will I miss you? Snow in the Western Hills darkens Qin Yun.
Yu Guan has traveled three thousand miles here. If you want to send an audio book, you can smell it.
autumn love
After a few days of parting, a sunflower grows in front of the door.
the phoenix tree is chilling, and the sorrow is long in the evening.
White dew and wet fireflies, clear frost and zero shredded rabbit.
when the sky is covered with purple, the long cry is endless.
send it far away
The balcony is separated by Chu water, and spring grass gives birth to the Yellow River.
lovesickness has no day and night, and it is like a wave.
the waves are going to the sea, and there is no reason to see them.
send a little tear from afar to a flower girl.
send it far away
the long and short spring grass is green, and the edge is affectionate.
the heart is full of pain, but the smoke is dead and alive.
I know my concubine's wishes by seeing things, and I hope to live in the backyard.
when you are free, you should take it lightly.
resentment
although a new person is like a flower, he can be spoiled, so an old person is as heavy as jade.
the flowers are flying uncontrollably, and the jade heart is bright and unchanging.
old friends are new in the past and old in the present, and new people have their reasons.
please Mao Chenhou's golden house, and the silent bead curtain will give birth to mesh silk.
qingpingdiao
Clouds want clothes, flowers, and capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold, revealing the richness;
if we don't meet in the head of the Jade Mountain, we will meet in the moonlight at Yaotai.
the second thing is to clear the air.
A branch is red and fragrant, and it is heartbroken in vain.
who can borrow the Han palace? Poor swallow leaning on the new.
qingping tunes the third
Famous flowers pour into the country and enjoy each other, which often makes the king laugh.
understand the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and Shen Xiangting leans on it.
Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc is in Chang 'an.
Jinglan in Luowei Qiudijin, a thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold mat.
the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon.
single as a flower, centred from the clouds.
There is a high sky in the sky, below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water.
heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them flies my sorrow, can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?.
sauvignon blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Sauvignon Blanc II
the sun has set, and a mist is in the flowers, and the moon grows very white and people sad and sleepless.
a Zhao harp has just been laid mute on its phoenix holder, Shu Qin wants Qin Yuanyang to string.
since nobody can bear to you the burden of my song, would that it might follow the spring wind to Yanran Mountain.
I think of you far away, beyond the blue sky.
and my eyes that once were sparkling, are now a well of tears.
oh, if ever you should doubt this aching of my heart, here in my bright mirror come back and look at me!.
resentment
how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, and how quiet she leans, and how troubled her brow is!;
you may see the tears now, bright on her cheek, but not the man she so bitterly loves?
spring thoughts
your grasses up north are as blue as jade, our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
and at last you think of returning home, now when my heart is almost broken.
breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, why part the silk curtains by my bed??
Qiu Ge
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered? And my husband come back from the long campaign!.
Long-term trip
my hair had hardly covered my forehead, I was picking flowers, paying by my door; When you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.
we lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan, both of us young and happy-hearted. At fourteen I became your wife, so bashful that I dared not smile;
and I lowered my head toward a dark corner, and would not turn to your thousand calls. But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, learning that no dust could ever seal our love;
that even unto death I would await you by my post, and would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching? Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey, through the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang, of rock and whirling water;
and then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear, the ape cries in the sky. Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go, were hidden, every one of them, under green moss;
hidden under moss too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind added fallen leaves. And now, in the Eighth-month, yellowing butterflies, hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses.
and, because of all this, my heart is breaking, and I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade. Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts, send me a message home ahead!;
and I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance, all the way to Chang-feng Sha.
drinking Alone with the Moon
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;;
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.
a Farewell to Secretary Shuyun at the Xietiao Villa in Xuanzhou
since yesterday had to throw me and bolt;
today has hurt my heart even more.
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.
we both are exalted to distant thought wants to see the sun and the moon in the sky.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more worrying to raise a glass to eliminate your worries;
since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat. 3. A Collection of Famous Poems and Sentences
There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees, and I'm happy with you. I don't know if I'll live and die in ten years, but I'll never forget what troubling wave can arrive to vex without thinking. My heart is beautiful like a flower in Man Chun Hall, and now only a partridge flies. I'd like to know you that the mountains have no edges, and heaven and earth are in harmony, but I dare to part with you! Full of thought to marry a heart of affection, can fall in love to the old forever happy.
Han; Zhuo Wenjun's "The Ballad of the White Head" won't die, but he would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. Tang; Lu Zhaolin < Chang 'an ancient meaning though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
Tang; Li Shangyin < Untitled > that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever! Tang; Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Tang; Li Shangyin < Untitled > once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber.
Take a lazy look back at the flowers, and you are half-qualified to cultivate and half-qualified. Tang; Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts" is sunny in the east and rainy in the west.
Tang; Liu Yuxi's "Zhuzhici" is full of flowers, and it is and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. Tang; Li Shangyin's "Untitled" candle is thoughtful and farewell, weeping for others until dawn.
Tang; Du Mu < Farewell > when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches. May you take more pains, as a symbol of our love.
Wang Wei's "Acacia" flowers can be folded straight, so don't wait for no flowers to break branches! A bough of Du Qiuniang's "The Witch-hazel" in the Tang Dynasty is fragrant and fragrant, and it is heartbroken in vain. Li Bai's "The Second Tune of Qingping" gradually widened its belt and did not regret it, which made people haggard for Iraq.
song; Liu Yong's "Fengqitong" has become empty and still like a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How Can I Avoid Life's Sorrow and Hatred" knows my meaning and feels pity for you. I have to ask for it! Li Yu's "More Leaky Golden Birds" is on the top of the willow in the month, and people are about after dusk.
Zhu Shuzhen's "Shanchazi" meets each other, but it seems to be heartless. When Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" is poor, there is only endless lovesickness.
< Jade Louchun > The sky is not old, and it's hard to get rid of feelings like a double screen with Qian Qian knots in it. Zhang Sheng "Chitose" held hands and looked at each other with tears in his eyes, but he was speechless and choked.
Affection hurts parting since ancient times. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only.
even though there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to? ! Liu Yong's "Yulinling" flowers drift from water to water. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
this time, what a sad word? "Slow voice" went to the west wing alone without words. The moon is like a hook.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Keep cutting.
the reason is still chaotic. It's sadness.
it's especially the ordinary taste in my heart. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward.
Yu Meiren and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. Li Shangyin's "Jinse" has lived and died for ten years, and he will never forget it without thinking about it.
Xiao Xuan window, dressing, caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" looked for him in the crowd, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.
Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi" is as tender as water, and the ritual is like a dream. If the two feelings are long-lasting, they will not be in the court.
Qin Guan's "Queqiao" will not be lovesick all his life, but will be lovesick, which will harm lovesick. Yuan Xu Zaisi's "themoon Qu * Chun Qing" is full of affection and hatred since ancient times, and the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up.
clear; Shi Qing's "The Story of the Lost Creek" is not attractive, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Huang Ming's Collection of Hangzhou Folk Poems is full of acacia and red beans, and the spring flowers are full of paintings.
Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" talks about acacia under the acacia tree, but Silang hates mandy. Republic of China; Liang Qichao thought about it several times and would rather miss it! Hu Shi's life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
song; Ou Yang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House" Hey! What is love in the world? Teach people to live and die! Life is precious, love is more expensive! The ancients cloud hold your hand and grow old with your son! Acacia stayed up all night, laughing and asking where there is in the world, looking forward to meeting each other. Laugh and watch life go on forever.
When we meet again and again, we don't ask each other, so we don't have to be sad and shed tears, and secretly leave this poem. Everyone has joys and sorrows.
Acacia Wang Wei when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people. Looking at the moon and thinking of one far away, Zhang Jiuling, the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time, brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night, it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat, so I leave my message with the moon, still have a dream. Autumn wind lyrics Li Bai, autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, fallen leaves gather and disperse, and jackdaws are frightened again.
it's embarrassing to know when to meet each other on a blind date; When you enter my lovesick door, you know that I am lovesick and bitter, and that I am lovesick for a long time, but I am lovesick for a short time. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known each other at the beginning. The rain in the east of the east sunrise, said it was no clear, but still sunny.
Zhu Zhi Ci Liu Yuxi's peach blossoms are all over his head, and the spring water in the Shu River beats the mountain stream. A girl saw, thinking that her husband's love was like this peach blossom ephemeral, and infinite sorrow was like this endless river of water.
Zhang Zhongsu, the swallow house, is accompanied by the residual light and dawn cream upstairs, and the person who sleeps alone gets up from the acacia bed. How much is a one-night stand for lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long.
Jinse Li Shangyin I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. Untitled Li Shangyin came with empty words, and it was five o'clock on the moon's oblique floor. The dream was far away, but it was hard to call, and the book was urged into ink. Wax shone on a half cage of golden jade, and musk embroidered hibiscus slightly. Liu Lang hated Pengshan, which was 1, meters away. Untitled. The goddess of Wu mountain, the king of Chu, was originally a dream; Qingxi's sister - in - law residence, this alone has no lang.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves? Although fully aware of love sickness, no good health; I am infatuated with the end, fall a lifetime Qing. Untitled Li Shangyin, time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!, Untitled Li Shangyin, the stars of last night and the wind of last night, Guitang East on the west side of the painting building, with no colorful phoenix flying wings, is connected with the heart. Every other seat, the hook spring wine is warm, and the wax lamp is red.
till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift. Li Shangyin, who travels alone in Qujiang in late autumn, hates being born in spring when the lotus leaves are born, and hates being born in autumn when the lotus leaves are dry. He knows that he is in love for a long time and is disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
Mr. Li Shangyin of note on a rainy night to a friend in the north asked about the autumn pond in evening rain before his return date. Why should * * * cut the candle at the west window, but he talked about evening rain? I think that Yuan Zhen once had a hard time crossing the sea, and forever amber. I took a lazy look back at the flowers, and I was half a monk. The title is Chengnan Zhuang Cui Hu. Today last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off. Come here again today, the girl does not know where to go, only the peach blossom is still, smile in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Farewell to Du Mu is affectionate but always seems heartless. 4. a poem about confession
1. I wish I were like a star and a moon, and I would spend every night shining brightly. -Fan Chengda's
2. Sycamore trees, it's raining in the middle of the night, and it's bitter not to leave your feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the light. -Wen tingyun's
3. Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"
4. Married as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love. -Su Wu's "Becoming a Husband and Wife"
5. When there is poverty in the corners of the world, there is only endless acacia. -Yan Shu's
6. When you are born, you will return, and when you die, you will be a Sauvignon Blanc. -Su Wu's "Becoming a Husband and Wife"
7. The sky is not old, and love is hard to beat. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang sheng's "Thousand Autumn Years"
8. People enter the river like the wind, and love is like the rain. -Zhou Bangyan's
9. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. -Huang Ming's Collection of Hangzhou Folk Poems
1. I know that I am in love for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river. -Li shangyin's "a solo tour of Qujiang in late autumn"
11. The bright moon building is high and lonely, and the wine enters the sorrow and turns into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering
12. Who will be the lover of HarmonyOS? It's all about romance. -Cao Xueqin's Introduction to a Dream of Red Mansions
13. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked. -Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling"
14. Tender feelings are like water, and the ritual is like a dream. If the two feelings are long-lasting, they will not be in the court. -Qin Guan's "Que Bridge"
15. Acacia is without words, so don't waste your tears on flowers. -Yan Jidao's
16. Ask the world what love is, and teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen, "Touch the Fish Two Songs"