Bathing in Huai 'an Heavy Noon by Wu Wenying, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
Original poem
Bathing in the heavy noon in Huai' an, Lan Xiang
Silk binds the wrist, the hairpin hangs skillfully, and the jade sleeps on the yarn. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window. I was sad when I wrote a pomegranate skirt. Dreaming of time, Tingzhou is old.
Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune. Resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. Reading Qin Lou also personifies people's return, so you should cut calamus for your own consideration. But disappointment, a new toad with human horns.
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Five-color silk thread is tied to the wrist of the lover, and spell symbols written in seal script are worn on the head to ward off evil spirits and drive away epidemics. She slept soundly in the sky-blue tulle tent. Banquet under the flower tree in the courtyard, gently shake the color fan in front of the window, sing and drink, and the beautiful scenery of the past is vivid. At that time, I wrote poems on her pomegranate skirt. Today, the pomegranate outside the window has withered and the joy has passed. Time flies, the tender cattail grass on the sandbar is swaying with the wind, like a piece of smoke. Please don't sing Jiangnan ancient songs. How can the sad sad songs comfort Qu Zi's grievances?
Swallows gave birth to Xiaoyan in the warm spring breeze, and plums gradually turned yellow in the drizzle. At noon, the sun is strong. Does the beauty bathe vanilla in the curtain? I think she will definitely go back to Xiulou, cut off the calamus and soak it in wine, feeling sorry for herself. Disappointed, I looked up at the sky and watched a crescent moon rise in Ran Ran. The faint moonlight accompanied me to this corner of the sky.
2. The bottom of the well leads to a silver bottle, and the silver bottle wants to go to the wire rope.
From Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Stop prostitution at the bottom of the well and run away"
Original poem
Draw a silver bottle at the bottom of the well, stop prostitution and run away.
Pull the vase up from the bottom of the wire rope at the bottom. The vase quickly came to the rope, but it broke.
The hairpin made of jade is placed on the stone, and the jade hairpin grinds around but breaks from the middle.
How did the vase Hosta fall into the Hosta at the bottom of the well? Just like the difference between my days and Jun.
When it comes to the old days of a family, people say that there is a beautiful shadow between actions.
Comb your hair into a beautiful bun, like Qiu Chan's wings, and gently turn your eyebrows like distant mountains.
Laughing and laughing together in the back garden, I haven't met Hejun yet.
I play with plum branches on the low wall and the gentleman riding a white horse on the edge of the willow tree.
I'm on the wall, and you're looking at your immediate family, and when you see it, you know that you have the virtue of heartbroken.
Knowing that you are heartbroken, your Zhongnanshan pine and cypress tree.
Emotions are like pines and cypresses, thinking about forming a pair of Huan and wanting to go with the king.
Your parents often have something to tell me when you go home until five or six o'clock.
The official wife is a wife, eloping is a concubine, and she is not qualified to participate in family sacrifices.
Finally, I know that the king's home can't live, but he doesn't leave home, but there is no place.
Don't I have parents? My hometown is also a family.
I haven't heard from my hometown since I eloped with you for so long, and now I can't go home because of grief and shame.
For you, one day's marriage has delayed the happiness of my life.
In my experience, tell young people about their love for their daughters, and be careful not to make friends easily for life.
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Pull the silver bottle up from the bottom of the well with a wire rope. The silver bottle is coming up, but the wire rope is broken. A jade hairpin was ground on a stone, but it was about to be ground but broke in the middle. What if the silver bottle sinks to the bottom of the well and the Hosta is broken? Just like I'm leaving Jun now. When I was at home or in a good family, people said that there was a beautiful shadow between my actions. Comb your hair into a beautiful bun like Qiu Chan's wings, and turn your eyebrows into moving and tactful like a distant mountain. Laugh and play with (maids) and accompany me in the back garden. I haven't met you at this time.
I fiddled with the branches of the plum tree leaning on the low wall, and you stood on the edge of the weeping willow on a white horse. I'm on the wall, and you look at each other immediately. As soon as I saw you, I knew you were heartbroken. Knowing that your heartbroken thoughts confided in you, you pointed the finger at the pine and cypress in Nanshan. I feel your heart is like a pine and cypress, thinking that I want to form a double knot and want to leave with you. When you go home on May 6th, your parents often have something to tell me. It is the wife who is officially employed and the concubine who elopes, and she is not qualified to participate in family sacrifices.
I finally know that it is impossible to live in your home, but I have nowhere to go when I leave home. Don't I have a parent hall? My hometown is also a relative. Because I eloped with you, I haven't heard from my hometown for a long time, and now I am too sad and ashamed to go home. For you, a day's marriage has delayed the happiness of my life. From my experience, I tell the spoony daughters of small families that they must be careful and never make promises easily all their lives.
3, the silver bottle hates the broken rope. Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.
Autumn Love in Jie Lianhuan by Wu Wenying, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
Original poem
Autumn Love in Jie Lianhuan
Cool thin at dusk. 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. I'm tired of covering the curtains, but I'm also old 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. I still remember the feelings of Hunan and Hubei, the crimson yarn, the withered flowers and the calyx.
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Twilight has fallen, people are under the eaves, feeling the coolness of autumn, and the breeze is blowing at Tingchu, as if an old friend is coming from afar. Imagine that she is still naive in the old days, deliberately attracting fireflies in the middle of the night, making the twilight look lovely and slender white in her arms. When the dream of meeting the two cities is far away, the sound of sheng can't be heard, that is, the phantom disappears, leaving only the big dipper in the sky falling west. When I put down the indoor curtains and didn't want to go into the house to have a rest, I suddenly touched the old feelings and remembered that when I snuggled up to each other in the corner, sweat was invading. No news.
Platanus acerifolia doesn't wait for autumn, and a leaf withers, so let the dew well know first. The round fan in hand, with a portrait of a lover painted on it, has been damaged by dust, but Meishan is still beautiful. Although the people in the painting are damaged by dust, they are still beautiful. I am afraid I will start diving in Xichi. Look at the portrait and think of the lover, and secretly untie the pomegranate skirt on the night of engagement.
4. Lushan Mountain stands beside the South Big Dipper, surrounded by clouds, like nine screens.
Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Song of Lu Shan's Imperial Advisor and Lu Xuzhou".
Excerpts from original poems
A piece of Lushan empire Lu Xuzhou.
I am like a chariot catcher, singing phoenix songs and laughing at Kong Qiu.
Holding a green jade stick in his hand, he bid farewell to the famous Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning.
All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.
The beautiful Lushan Mountain is straight up in the south, the clouds are scattered like beautiful clouds, and the lake and mountain shadows reflect each other.
In front of Jinque Rock, the twin peaks rose into the clouds, like a silver stream hanging down to three stone bridges.
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I am like the madman who joined Yu Chu, singing phoenix songs loudly and laughing at Kong Qiu. Holding a green jade stick in his hand, he bid farewell to the famous Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning. Climbing the five mountains to find immortality is not afraid of the long way, and I like to set foot on famous mountains all my life. The beautiful Lushan Mountain stands tall and straight beside Nandou, and the nine Dieyun screens are like brilliant clouds. Lakes, mountains and shadows reflect each other and glow with blue light. In front of Jinque Rock, the twin peaks stand in the clouds, and the triple springs hang down to three stone bridges like silver.
5. Embroidered curtains hang outside the garden, and scarlet screens draw broken branches. ?
"It's Cold" is a Tang Dynasty poet Han Wo.
Original poem
It's cold.
Blue withered embroidery curtain hangs, scarlet blood screen draws broken branches. ?
Eight-foot dragon must have square brocade mattress, when it is cold and not cold.
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The embroidered curtain on the jade railing hangs low, and flowers and plants are painted on the scarlet screen. A mat made of Chinese alpine rush is covered with a brocade mattress. It's cold, but it's not.