I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
spring rain
I wear white clothes during the Spring Festival, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams.
Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
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Go down to Mochow Hall and party there all night.
If angels don't bring their lovers into the room, what life will they have except dreams? .
Storms enchant nut horns, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves.
I know that this kind of love will not have any result, and melancholy is frivolous.
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You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
I cried for your leaving forever. I still can't wake up. I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found the ink was too weak.
Blue candle burns its kingfisher feather lamp, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will dry when they turn to dust.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
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Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder on the other side of Furong Pool.
The golden toad locked and burned incense, and the jade tiger told the story of beating water on the rope.
Jia Hua peeked behind the curtain. Han Maoshao, a fairy-like queen, once brought a bride pad for a prince's comfort and then disappeared.
No flower will compete for flowers, even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? .
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A wisp of faint phoenix-tailed yarn, fragrant and multiplied, meets Biwen at night.
Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? .
Once lonely, how far can a pomegranate flower whisper? .
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river, where will I stay in the southwest?
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The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room.
Although my body doesn't have wings like a bright phoenix, my heart is always connected.
In the spring rain, there is a hook every other seat, one after another, and we roll the dice under the crimson lamp.
It was not until a drum beat, alas, called me to perform my duties that I got on my horse and left like a cut-off aquatic plant.
Live in Roche Pavilion and pay homage to Cui Yong.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about the rain at night.
Revisit the Temple of Our Lady
The white stone gate of the shrine of the virgin is covered with moss, and it has recovered from the fairyland-like fairyland.
In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind.
Elvhua freely said that she had come to live somewhere, and Tong Jie's family in Dulan Township said that she would leave and come back.
Yulang and the virgin met here and informed the fairy that the virgin wanted to board Zizhi with the fairy.
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Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
The master's old woman will marry but not sell, and it will only be three and a half months during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan returned to Class 5, Yan Zi heard a sigh between the beams.
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Fu Xie's family has ended the old society, and now Song belongs to Tan Lang.
Where there are no curtains, you will fall on the bed if you want to dust.
The teenager surnamed Ji is still poor, so how can the charming girl in the left family expect it?
All diseases are difficult to cure, and the west wind is long in Wan Li.
On July 29th, we were honored to hold a dinner in this residence.
Dew like a little rain, down to the front pool, the wind back to the pool.
The floating world is used to gathering and dispersing, and the world of mortals is inseparable.
Melodious dreams are only seen by lights, and life is only known by wine.
How long does it take to get old? Songyang Song Xue has a heart.
Bi Cheng's Three Poems (Ⅰ)
When the twelve songs are dry, the rhinoceros turns to dust and the jade turns to cold.
There are many books attached to cranes in Yuen Long, but there are no trees in the girls' beds.
When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window. When the rain crosses the river, you can see them from another seat.
If Zhu Xiao is bright and firm, a tree will grow with water.
Duanju
Books in the distance return to dreams, and only empty beds are Su Qiu's enemies.
Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is less worried in the rain.
solar radiation
The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door, and the incense wipes the hands.
Cloisters cover loneliness, blue parrots cover red roses.
Two folding willows in the pavilion (I)
If you send me wine temporarily, don't worry about your frown and waist.
Before the world dies, there is only farewell, and the spring breeze strives to cherish the strip.
Two folding willows in the pavilion (part two)
Smoky fog makes every wish, and a thousand things fall.
Take a break and report to pedestrians, leave half and send them away, and welcome them back.
Yinhe blowing sheng
I am disappointed that the Milky Way is blowing jade, and the cold building is cold and bright.
Dream that he will die again. Don't be surprised last night.
The moon pavilion is fragrant because of the rain, and the residual candle in the wind curtain is self-frosted.
There is no need to make waves. Qin Xiao has his own feelings.
tears
Yongxiang blamed him for many years, leaving his feelings and thinking about this storm all day.
There are infinite marks on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, which are sprinkled in front of the first monument.
People went to Qiu Zi to enter the fort, and soldiers heard songs at night.
Chaolai Bashui Bridge asked, but I didn't go to the green robe to send Yuke.
Wandering warbler
Yinger drifted in the jagged waves and could not bear to cross the river.
Clever words can be unintentional, and good times don't necessarily have good times.
When the wind exposes the beads, the night is cloudy and sunny, when thousands of doors open and close.
Can't bear to listen to the pain of spring, Fengcheng where there are flowers.
Qujiang
Usually, it is green, and Kong Wen mourns at midnight.
Today, it has not returned to the whole city, but the Jade Palace is still divided into Yuan Bo.
When he died, he remembered Huating and smelled the crane, and always worried that the royal family would cry for the bronze camel.
Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.
Spend the first month worshipping this house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet was dizzy in the stormy moon, but he still showed his cold flowers.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
When I hold the lamp alone, I sing at night.
February 2(nd)
On February 2nd, spring outing to the riverside, the spring breeze and sunny and warm music are melodious.
The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender.
He has been back to his hometown for three years. He has been in his hometown for three years.
Xintan doesn't understand the wishes of tourists, and it rains more at night.
Give it to Liu.
The wind and waves in the river move the roots of clouds, and the danger is heavy and faint in the day.
Hong Yan's early rise was broken, which even surprised the poet and returned to his soul.
The imperial court of the Han Dynasty urgently ordered who would enter first, and Chu Lu sang.
Wan Li wept with joy when they met, and the phoenix nest was separated by nine doors.
I don't know if you are satisfied.
I'm exhausted. Let's go