2. I don't know that the meaning of drunkenness is not in water, but the boat is full of dreams and presses the Milky Way. -Tang Wenru
3. I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home. -Li Chi Ngai's "Bu Operator"
4. Just because I feel that you are looking back, it reminds me of your dynasty and dusk. -"Han Yuefu"
5, thousands of miles away, solitary pillow is easy to climb into autumn. -Lu you
6. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
7. When I went to Yue Ming Road in the old days, my cuffs were cold and my heart was bitter than Qiulian's. -Nalan Xingde's "The Recent Flowers"
8, there are beautiful people, I don't forget, I haven't seen them for a day, and I want to be crazy. -"Feng Qiuhuang? Qin Ge
9. As soon as you go up the stairs, you will feel that the riverside is full of tears, endless and preoccupied. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"
10, find a good dream, the dream is hard to realize. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window. -"Partridge Day"
2. Who has the aesthetic sentiment and beauty of the ancient poetry Nalan Ci?
1. Jiangnan Dream
Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.
2. Bodhisattva level people
It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and there was no language between the fingers. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.
Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes.
3. Yu Meiren
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
4. Hua Tangchun
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
Step 5 stay away from hatred
Yingying pretended to be ashamed with her back and patted Meirui on the shoulder with her hand. If you want to find A Lang from hatred, you should stay with him, but you should rest.
Clouds and water flow forever, and a flute locks an empty building. When * * * pan spring creek, broken shore hanging Yang Zhou.
6. Huanxisha
Who knows that wandering is not pitiful? The old season is full of flowers, and heartbroken people have gone through the years.
It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
7. Recent flowers
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If it is like a full moon, it will be hot for you.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
8. Huanxisha
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
9. Pick mulberry seeds
The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me. Live up to the longing for love, walk alone and sing alone.
Recently, I dare not say what happened in those days. They are all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?
10. The Knights Templar of Yun Song
The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet each other and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night.
Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.
"try the world"
Great chaos is empty,
Once the cloud will seize the supreme!
See the world as dust mustard,
Join hands with Tianya, laugh at the immortal family.
Dancing in the snow
Dancing in the snow,
The end of the world is safe?
Leave alone,
How to think with you.
People drift from the moon to the corner,
The small building leans on the jade railing alone.
Falling flowers and swift fly away,
A catkin of autumn is the smoke of half a city.
Fifth Floor
separately
Who heard the flute last night?
Cold flies can't stop singing.
Pottery tea in Leng Yue is gaudy,
Tend to dream of singing.
The sky is boundless in Jiao Ran, and the world of mortals is boundless. I want to find Su E in the clouds and sky, and I want to embrace the bright moon on a ladder. Thirty-six thousand can't do it. I shed tears and turned into water. Water is like a mirror, reflecting flowers and the moon. Flowers are thick and dense. I am Tao Ran. Alas ... the ice in the sky broke my moon, and the east wind blew my flowers.
Alas, alas ..... I spent all my money to see Tian Yue, and it was illusory. The flowers in the mirror are illusory and empty ... empty. ...
We can feel her feelings by plucking the strings two or three times. Even before she played, the big strings hummed like rain, and the small strings hummed like secrets, and then they were mixed together and poured into a plate of jade like pearls of all sizes. Yu Ying's words are cold and astringent, and the string will never stop. To the depth of sadness and hidden lament, tell even more silence than they tell voices to pay attention to painting, and all four strings make a sound, and the torn silk will cry the most. Pearl's eyes are moist.
3. I want to find a more emotional poem "Jinse" by Li Shangyin, and I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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. Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Zhang Ji's Ode to Women knew that I had a husband and gave me a pearl. I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Knowing that your heart is like a bright moon, your husband vows to live and die together.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling" is cold and mournful. When it rains at night, I have no intention to miss the pavilions. The blue boat urged me to hold hands and looked at me with tears, but I had nothing to mourn. Since ancient times, I have been compassionate, and it is even worse for Tomb-Sweeping Day to be left out in the cold. Where should Liushuan wake up tonight? It should be a good time, despite all kinds of customs. Who can say that Du Mu's To Han Chuo, the Magistrate of Yangzhou, the green hills are faint and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered? Twenty-four bridges are bright. "Pruning Plums" Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane" At first, Li Shangyin imagined that the salty pool was dead, and it would be more ileal after the fifth watch. Three years of bitter fog and river water, leaving no one looking at the roof beam.
Li Shangyin of Sui Palace visited the south on a whim, and there was no martial law. Who kept the letter of protest? During the spring outing, the national scissors are made of silk, half of them are mud and half are sails. Ma Shangyin, an international student, is on the verge of death.
Kong Wen of Tiger Brigade circulated all night, and there was no reply. Li Shangyin's Jinse I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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. Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Zhang Ji's Ode to Women knew that I had a husband and gave me a pearl. I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Knowing that your heart is like a bright moon, your husband vows to live and die together.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling" is cold and mournful. When it rains at night, I have no intention to miss the pavilions. The blue boat urged me to hold hands and looked at me with tears, but I had nothing to mourn. Since ancient times, I have been compassionate, and it is even worse for Tomb-Sweeping Day to be left out in the cold. Where should Liushuan wake up tonight? It should be a good time, despite all kinds of customs. Who can say that Du Mu's To Han Chuo, the Magistrate of Yangzhou, the green hills are faint and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered? Twenty-four bridges are bright. "Pruning Plums" Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane" At first, Li Shangyin imagined that the salty pool was dead, and it would be more ileal after the fifth watch. Three years of bitter water mist, leaving no one to look at the house beam.
Li Shangyin of Sui Palace visited the south on a whim, and there was no martial law. Who kept the letter of protest? During the spring outing, the national scissors are made of silk, half of them are mud and half are sails. Ma Shangyin, an international student, is on the verge of death.
When they heard the guards guarding them, they fought swords at night, and there were no more chickens in the palace. The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl.
How can the four seasons be emperors? It is better to have Mochow's Lujia! Cherish the bud, blend with the soft wind and cherish it, and solidify the beautiful and magnificent bud in silence, pure fragrance, free admiration, tea tasting, collection and holy brilliance.
4. Who has the aesthetic feeling of the ancient poem "Yangzhou Slow Mid-Autumn Festival": the lonely phoenix tree, the tired moon and the autumn night at the end of the twilight road.
Tears fell in the darkness and the ground rustled. The painting style is moving, the cool wind is full of sleeves, the broken fireflies are full of eyes, and the ethereal flowers are shaking.
Close the curtain, tenderness, rolling pin. The song is cracked, and it is cold. Where can I cover the bridge? Wipe your eyes, dry your tears and join hands with Ying Ying. This is a good move.
Hate in Zhuhu Lake, the clothes are exhausted, and the window shadows are deep. It's the West Garden, but who knows the flute? Note 1: Tired or careless, tired or lazy.
Careless means lazy, such as lazy, lazy. Note 2: Tripping means walking slowly and calmly.
Note 3: Tang Mix Du Fu wrote the poem "Falling leaves are like waterfalls, and I see the long river rolling in" in Ascending the Mountain. So "rustling" can be used to refer to fallen leaves.
Note 4: Paragraph, slow, such as paragraph steps. Note 5: Broken fireflies; Broken, sporadic, trivial and complicated, such as Du Xunhe's poem "The wind is sunny and the birds are singing, and the shadows are climbing high" in "Spring Palace Complaints"; Another example is "The ancient well is bright and the autumn night is clear, and the road in Chai Men is covered with fireflies."
On the way to Qiongya, the green temples can't be worn for several years. Cross-strait reunion without magpies, four lines of clear tears to welcome the Milky Way.
During the secret appointment period of the West Building, bamboo curtains hung on the moon. Push the door and try to move the bone, fearing the rain and keeping the wind.
Wang Zi knew the script from beginning to end, and Shen Yuan sang and thought. He still has a letter in his arms, telling him to stay up all night.
Li Shangyin's Bi Cheng came from the first issue of Qixi Festival, and the curtain foil of the new house is still hanging. The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches.
Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper. Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.