Poems with the word "point"
The sycamore trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important!
————Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
Crush the gold into pieces and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's.
————Li Qingzhao's "Huanxi Sand"
It rains in the middle of the night on a sad pillow, and every drop of rain falls; every drop of rain and rain makes me sad and hurts the people of the north. I am not used to listening to it!
————Li Qingzhao's "Picking Mulberries"
Knead the gold into pieces and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's.
————Li Qingzhao's "Huanxi Sand"
Picking Mulberries
Who knows how to appreciate the beauty of the West Lake? The beautiful scenery is endless, flying cover chases each other, greedy among the flowers Drunk jade.
Who would have thought that in the quiet place, the fragrant grass would glow slantingly, the water would be far away, the smoke would be faint, and a little Cangzhou egret would fly.
1. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for the rest of your life.
2. I am young, and my time is spent.
3. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back.
The short pavilion is short and the world is shattered. I sigh again.
4. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance
5. How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesickness are broken, only the blood is left to dye the ink fragrance and cry in the grave.
6. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
7. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.
8. I send you a song, regardless of whether people gather or disperse at the end of the song.
9. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.
10. Listen to the strings break and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
11. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.
12. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrow of the country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling.
13. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.
14. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.