There is frost all over the sky in Shiliping Lake, and every inch of hair is sad for the Chinese New Year;
Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, only admiring the mandarin ducks but not the immortals
Returning to the country (2)
Golden jade, flying south for me:
Painting the spring water by the bridge, getting drunk in a few years.
after parting, you only know that you are ashamed of each other, and tears are hard to send far away.
Luo mu embroidered the quilt, and the old love was like a dream.
By the way, I played the flute to Ziyan. I once learned to dance for a long time. If you succeed, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
The Ancient Meaning of Chang 'an
Author: Tang Lu Zhaolin
Chang 'an Avenue is even narrow and oblique, with green cows and white horses and seven fragrant cars. The jade chariot crosses the main place, and the golden whip flows to the Hou family.
The dragon carries the morning sun, and the phoenix spits tassels with the sunset glow. A hundred feet of gossamer struggle around the tree, and a group of charming birds sing flowers.
There are thousands of colors on the side of the butterfly gate. After crossing the window for acacia, the double que even hangs the phoenix wings.
Liang Jia's painting pavilion rises from the sky, and the golden stems of Han Emperor are straight outside the clouds. Don't know each other in front of the building, meet each other on a stranger?
By the way, I played the flute to Ziyan, and I learned to dance for a long time. If you succeed, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
it's really admirable to be a lovebird, but I can't see you when you go away and come back. I hate embroidering lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can take the curtain and stick it on Shuang Yan.
Two swallows fly around the painted beams, and the flowers are covered with tulips. Pieces of clouds are covered with cicada wings, and the first moon is yellow.
the crow's yellow powder is white in the car, which contains charm and feelings. Demon boy BMW iron even money, whore Panlong gold knees.
It's dark at night in Yushi Mansion, and birds want to live in front of Tingwei. There is a faint jade road in Zhucheng, and there is no golden embankment in the distance.
Flying eagle with bullets in the north of Duling, exploring pills in the west of Kewei Bridge. All invited the knight-errant Lotus Sword, and * * * stayed at the prostitute's house.
The prostitute's house is full of purple dresses at sunset, singing songs and singing. Every night in the North Hall, people are like the moon, while in the South, people ride like clouds.
South Mo Bei Tang is connected with Beili, and five dramas and three articles control three cities. The weak willow tree hangs on the ground, and the good spirit rises in the dark sky.
In the Han Dynasty, Jin Wu rode a thousand horses, and the jade Tu Su Nautilus Cup. Luo Yan's treasure belt is the solution for you, and Yan Ge Zhao Dance is the opening for you.
don't be extravagant, and you won't give in the next day. The spirit comes from the irrigation and drainage husband, and the dictatorship can't be judged by Xiao Xiang.
authoritarian spirit is heroic, and young people sit in the spring breeze. I have been singing and dancing for thousands of years, and I call myself arrogant and extravagant.
save things and scenery, and the mulberry field will be changed in an instant. In the past, Bai Yutang was in the golden rank, that is, only Qingsong is here today.
Lonely and lonely, living in Yangzi, with a book every year. Unique Nanshan osmanthus hair, flying around to attack people.
: Feng Yanji in Southern Tang Dynasty
The drizzle is wet and the grass grows with hate every year. The smoke locks the phoenix building, which is infinite and boundless. I'm heartbroken.
My soul dreams are melodious, and I sleep on a bed full of embroidered flowers. Fortunately, the door is half closed and the sun is setting. A few lines of tears for your last spring.
: Song of Eternal Sorrow
Author: Tang Bai Juyi
china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding. Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her.
but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin. And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains. But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night. There were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body.
The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. Sisters and brothers are all in the country, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan.
she brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy. ...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes.
slow singing, slow dancing, slow dancing, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough. Till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
the Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest. The imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate.
the men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows. Flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird.
the Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears. Was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line.
under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight. But as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days.
he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast. And when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away.
from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?. Ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital.
the pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows. But a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?.
peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains. The Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away.
Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;. Over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..
bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn. And the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, jade is cold, who is with * * *.
ancient meaning
Author: Tang Chenyu
Thirteen learned to embroider Luo clothes, feeling sorry for the fragrance of tea. People say that this is a wedding dress, smiling and not stabbing a pair of mandarin ducks.
Lang was born at the age of nineteen, and he is famous all over the world. Horses and horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, etc.
at that time, my concubine's family was not poor, and my brothers went out on two wheels. Prosperity and prosperity are two enemies, and young lang is married.
Lang's home is near Yugou Water, and the rich and powerful guests do their best. Carving wine dishes is often not done, and I get up first when I enter the Chinese kitchen.
my aunt is serious and has rules, but my sister-in-law is too timid to take. Worship Bai Yutang in the morning and evening, and embroider clothes with golden rays.
My concubine's appearance is getting weaker and thinner, and she is always smiling. Zhilang was never cold, and he hid his tears several times to see the flowers fall.
I'm forty years old with a full head, and I'm fifty princes when I'm a Lang. Men forget the past in their heyday, and the silver bed feather account is empty.
The courtyards are full of butterflies, watching Lang Peiyu go to court. I didn't care much about my return, but it made my maid-in-waiting shine.
Lang hates that women are prone to aging, and so does my concubine. See how long lang can be strong, but he is still haggard over 6.
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Bodhisattva Man
Author: Tang Niuqiao
Jade furnace ice hairpin mandarin duck brocade, powder melting incense and sweat flowing mountain pillow. Outside the curtain, the pulley sounded, and the eyebrows were smiling and surprised.
the smoke in the willow shade is desolate, and the cicada and the hairpin fall low. You must make a lifetime of mixing, and do your best today.
I'm unlucky enough to be a concubine?
Published: Flower Moon Scar Volume III
Author: Wei Xiuren of Qing Dynasty
The ice and fog valley is light with five baht, and a visit to Yunying to Yujing was recorded.
the moss trail is wet outside the smoke window, and the first moon comes at night in Guitang.
Linghua is graceful to see the new Dai, and the fairy fruit is pure and fragrant with a nickname.
the most important thing is to gaze at the infinite meaning, and deja vu happened in the previous life.
I can't sleep because the silver pot is leaking. At first glance, I feel gloomy.
Ping's career is sad and jade-like, and peach blossoms write red notes.
Tuan Xiang and tears are often speechless, and it's always pitiful to manage your temples and clothes.
Don't talk about falling and falling and hating. My hometown is thousands of miles by the Wanjiang River.
exquisite baoji is full of clouds, and the smell of lily clothes is separated.
In autumn, the pupil is eager to live, and in spring, the eyebrows are added.
Zichai talks like a dream, and she is lucky to have a gentleman with pity.
Du Mu's madness in recent years has only led him to lower his golden skirt.
at dusk, a smoldering wind suddenly becomes a building, and it's strange that the rain and the blind wind lead the guest boat.
The sand-laden workers in the water wait for the shadow, and turn around immediately before the flower.
One heart and one small Cambodia spread the bluebird, and together with the hidden mountains, they swore to Bai Ou.
Looking at the amphibious Liang Shangyan alone, I set aside chopsticks for my own personal needs.
The famous flower has lost her right, and she wants to ride the wind and call Jiumen.
If you die, you can't sell your makeup. Why are you lucky to return to your soul?
the wind and smoke have destroyed the sorrow and invaded the bones, and the clouds and rain have absurd dreams of gratitude.
I'm afraid that if the news breaks, the seamount will block Kunlun.
the smell of duck stove warms up the new cold, so it's hard to see someone again.
when shaking hands, there is only tears, and you are too anxious to leave.
the old story of the blue is attentive, and the new words of red beans are read again and again.
Farewell the parting place in Baling, and take good care of yourself for a long journey.
money can make a difference every night, and Qin Shu Yan Shan remembers the journey.
I pity Qing for being a concubine, and I am sad that I am not famous.
Looking at the flowers and remembering the dreams will shock the spring, and I will drown my sorrows with tears.
hating the sea is easy to fill the sky, but being willing to teach is easy to lose the initial alliance?
send the secret word of pearl to Wusi, and don't complain about wasting time and parting.
when the grass is gone, the wild geese come.
Two lines of mandarin duck scrolls are written in detail, and ten new words of cardamom are written.
the relatives of the gods in the scene have taken it, and the Milky Way is only a few days away.