Huanxisha
The desert is light and cold, with small buildings. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
I especially like: flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow.
Li Qingzhao
A cluster of plum blossoms
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Wang Wei
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Li shangyin
Why does a sad piano have fifty strings?
Every string, every plant evokes the vanished spring.
The hazy morning dream becomes a butterfly.
The king's longing for love is crying in the cuckoo.
See the tears in the mermaid's eyes in the pearl in the moonlight.
The sun-dried jade from the blue field makes the smoke rise.
A moment that should last forever.
Even if it was felt at that time, it seemed to have disappeared.
Su Shi
Jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
spiritual song
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, but also by warbler.
I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Niannujiao Chibi misses the river and never returns, a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. The black silk scarf of the feather fan is in tatters. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
Lipper
Drink with the moon
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