The stars falling into the river interweave into a gentle melody in the watery night, which makes people enchanted and germinate slightly, recalling the secret promise when the heart was pounding in the bitter years.
"Recently in love? Wandering in the remote night pavilion "Li Yu in the southern Tang Dynasty wandered in the remote night pavilion.
At first glance, it is clear that going to bed early hurts spring dusk.
Count the rain and the wind,
Hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and plum are dark in spring,
Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter.
A million hearts,
There is no place on earth that is arranged.
? Tao Liyi? This is a beautiful spring, but spring has slipped away. Just like the passage of time in life is always irreversible, one? Darkness? Words, attachment are everywhere, helpless, subtle and euphemistic, and music is beautiful.
"Bitter in my heart? Liu Yang Hui Tang Song He Zhu Liu Yang Hui Tang, Yuanyang turtle shop.
Lv Ping got up and broke the lotus boat road.
No bees and butterflies yearn for fragrance.
Return to the light to welcome the tide, clouds bring rain.
Yiyi seems to be talking to a poet.
I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason.
The ancients often take bloom as a fold, which is a metaphor for the bitterness of women when they get married when they are old. Does this phrase reveal married people? But blown by the autumn wind? The poet used the lotus as a metaphor to express his resentment against the prodigal girl's ambition and frustration in her career.
"Set the storm? "Since Spring" Song Liu Yong "Since Spring",
Worrying about green and red, the heart is cocoa.
In bloom in the morning, Yingying wears a wicker belt.
Still more urgent than lying down. Warm and crisp, cloud-averse,
Tired of combing all day.
It's nothing. When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book.
If I had known earlier,
Regret not locking the saddle.
To the chicken window, there is only a beautiful elephant tube.
Restrain the teaching of chanting. Follow the town, don't throw and hide,
Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi.
I, on the other hand, avoid being young, light and yin-deficient.
This word has a folk flavor, and describes the suffering of lovesickness from lovers in a woman's tone. The straightforward language expresses the truest feelings without suspicion of affectation, which is the unique charm brought by Liu Can's eternal life in the market.
"Falling Flowers" Tang Li Shangyin left as a guest, leaving the rank of the inner room and the petals, lost in my small garden.
The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry.
Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
When writing this poem, Li Shangyin was in the struggle between Niu and Li. He compared people with things, lamented his life experience and expressed his sadness and disappointment. With the withering of flowers, the sadness and loneliness of helping each other in the same boat are born, revealing the poet's inner anxiety.
He xinlang? Summer scenery Song Sushi flies like smoke.
No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night.
Hand-made white round fan, the hand will be like jade for a while.
I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake.
Who will push the embroiderer out of the curtain,
Teaching people in vain, dreaming of breaking Yao and Taiwan music.
The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu.
I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall.
Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden.
Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green.
Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking.
* * * pink tears, two rustling.
Shaking the white silk cattail leaf fan, I fell asleep and leaned back, dreaming that someone was knocking at the window. Is it June? When I woke up, I suddenly felt that bamboo was knocking on the window. With what? Heart as heavy as a bundle? To draw out? Reluctant to touch wine? Leaving only flowers and pink tears, two rustling. Between words, I miss you and love you.
"Recently in love? Picking Lotus in Autumn Water by Song Ouyang Xiu.
The narrow sleeves are light, revealing double gold cymbals.
Take a picture and pick flowers like noodles. Only * * * silk confusion in my heart.
? It's getting late at the beach.
The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and there is no companion when you come.
The faint song spread to the distance. Sorrow leads to Jiang Nanan.
This word is based on a woman in the south of the Yangtze River who saw lotus roots while picking them, which aroused her endless feelings. The faint song brings out sadness, which is the yearning for the sweetheart.
"More leaks? Song Yan Dao Ji walked out of the fence and became a willow tree.
Excuse me, who has the heart?
Red can laugh and green can frown. A thousand things disturbed the spring.
People from the north, tourists from the south.
Climbing around at dusk.
Pity the evening and cherish the sunset. It hurts to know clearly.
? Excuse me, who has the heart? It's a woman's complaint Who among the visitors from south to north knows what I'm thinking? But now I am young and dying, and all kinds of troubles are difficult to solve. Who should I send this lust to?
"Leave the spring? Song Shi Dazu's old friend flowers on the stream, I am helpless, and the smoke tips the trees.
The trickle of spring water points to dusk, and there is nowhere to stay.
I once promised my heart. Therefore, dreams are bitter and poems are bitter.
It is said that Dongfeng is also affectionate and is retained by bamboo incense.
The first article is about enjoying plums by the stream last month, and the second article is about memories and reverie under the moon. This poem is not about form, but about spirit. It doesn't take things, it takes meaning. It didn't reveal a word about what it said, and it didn't see the word plum blossom everywhere. What is the so-called? You don't have to be romantic? .
"Sauvignon Blanc" Zhang Song Xiaoxiang Building is heavy. Put down the curtains.
Ten thousand hearts are green. Swing in the picture.
The grass is tender. Liu
Fine glass surface wind. The cold of late spring is still strong.