"Daughter's Song Upstairs" Author: Lu Tong Whose daughter is upstairs, instructing the maid to hang the curtain hook.
The flowers in the forest stir up the sorrow in the heart, and roll up the sleeves to play the harp.
The five or six strings of the konghou are in disorder, and the sleeves cover the face and cry to the sky.
The love strings are broken and the love is broken, and the flowers fall one after another.
When the heart wants to penetrate, lean on the railing and do it. Reminiscing about the green wicker, missing the cold brocade tent. Looking back on your direct love for you makes me burst into tears. I have a delicate dimple waiting for you to smile, I have a delicate moth waiting for you to sweep away. The orioles and flowers are rotten and you won't come, and when you come, the flowers will be old. Who knows a broken heart? Green grass always grows on the jade steps.
"To the Twelve King of Yongjia" Author: Qian Qi The scenery of Yongjia enters the New Year, and the poems of talented scholars must be pitiful.
In my dream, I returned to my hometown without seeing each other. Who passed on the memory of Dai Fu at the end of the world?
The flowers are pouring out at dawn and the dew is like tears, and the orioles are flying and the gossamer is broken like a string.
I hope the wind will blow me back and the geese will fly to your side for a night.
"Rewarding Jinshi Qin Yongruo" Author: Li Xianyong Ying Mo Ping Lin Yan Biexuan, meet each other and laugh at each other during his lifetime.
The low-flying traveler hates to see the frosty leaves, and writes about returning to the evening river.
In the wild, the lonely cloud is always holding the sun, and the emperor Gaolang originally had a spring.
He Lao is looking forward to the wind and thunder, and it is the year of fish, dragon and martial arts.
"Reward Li Jingzhang's Ancestors" Author: Ma Dai There are many similar poems in his life, and he is not allowed to accompany the emperor to serve the emperor.
It is better to hit the swan first with the gold dysprosium, and to learn to carve the worm with the lead knife.
The orioles sing and the willows line the Guan Road, and the swallows catch the flying flowers and circle the Han Palace.
Jiu Mo Fangfei bids for the prize, but at this time, the heart is in separation.
The author of "Hezhu Si Wang Qi": Kuai Xiyi. The sound of the sound enters the crape myrtle, and the Qin mirror is opened three times to reflect the spring.
In the old days of Longmen, there were gold medals and nobles, but in the new Yinggu Valley, there were blue and white flowers.
Thanksgiving wind and thunder should change, and the beauty of the poem will lend its brilliance.
Unexpectedly, the scattered matter is full of glory and glory, and the mandarin ducks and herons pick up the cloth from the dust.
"Rewarding Jinshi Qin Yongruo" Author: Li Xianyong Ying Mo Ping Lin Yan Biexuan, meet each other and laugh at each other during his lifetime.
The low-flying traveler hates to see the frosty leaves, and writes about returning to the evening river.
In the wild, the lonely cloud is always holding the sun, and the emperor Gaolang originally had a spring.
He Lao is looking forward to the wind and thunder, and it is the year of fish, dragon and martial arts.
"He Manzi's Song" Author: Yuan Zhen He Man's ability to sing songs that are both resonant and melodious is rare in the world during the Tianbao period.
The infant was imprisoned, and the water melody was filled with lamentations and songs of anger.
The disciples of Liyuan played Xuanzong, and sang "Cheng En Ji Net Slow".
Then He Man was chosen as the title of the song, and the imperial notation was personally inscribed by Yuefu for compilation.
The Yu family has excellent skills in entering the industry, and Mr. Ye has shortness of breath in his old age.
I remember the words since I was a foreigner, and it became an exaggeration to click on them.
I came to pay my respects to the emperor outside the lake, just in the middle of spring.
The Guangyan River Pavilion is opened for me, and I sit in red makeup and enjoy the warmth of the flower branches.
At this time, there is a state of feasting, and the appearance is flat without uttering fragrant words.
The emerald moth turns to look forward to the bird's hairpin, and the blue-sleeved song hangs over the crane's eggs.
He fixed his face and gazed and said, "What's the matter under the clouds?"
The chimes are struck far and wide, one after another.
The culprits are transposed, and the strings are played mercilessly.
Concubine Xiang's treasure comes up from the water, and the jade flute of Qin's daughter is empty and full.
Lingering and breaking are the most attentive, but straightening clothes is quite leisurely.
The ice is far away and slipping through the throat, and the orioles are getting lazy as they sing in the evening.
Lian Dai swallowed his voice as if he had been wronged. Zheng Xiu saw that he had donated Xi Zihuan.
The geese sing in the Yin Mountains at dawn, and the mourning apes in the Wu Gorge call for companions at night.
In ancient times, when princes entertained foreign guests, the deer crowed three times and played Chen Guizan.
The song ends with a certain attitude, and the tooth chip records the red snail bowl.
"Master Guangxuan wrote a poem to congratulate the public and thank him" Author: Wang Ya
Zaiye only seeks gold without wasting it, and he learns to be selfless with all his heart.
Everyone can see the changes in Longmen, and the orioles in the valley will sing from time to time.
I am so happy that the Supreme Lord is the witness, the heavenly master and the new poem.
Pipa Xing
--Bai Juyi
Guan Yingyu's words are slippery.
The banyan leaves in Liuzhou in February have all fallen off
--Liu Zongyuan
The official love and thoughts are sad and desolate, half-spring turns like autumn. .
After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the courtyard is full of banyan leaves and orioles are singing.
Nine Poems on Willow Branches
One of them
--Liu Yuxi
In the Jingu Garden, the orioles are flying around, and the copper camels are on the road. The wind blows.
The peaches and plums in the city are all gone in a moment, and the competition is like weeping willows for infinite time.
Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake
-----Bai Juyi
To the west of Jiating in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.
Jiangnan Spring Quatrains
-----Du Mu
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist.
Tianya
--Li Shangyin
Spring is at the end of the world, and the sun is slanting at the end of the world.
The oriole cries like tears, which is the highest flower in wetness.