Every year, the flowers are similar, and every year, people are different from the sad Chinese Pulsatilla of Liu Xiyi generation.
Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang Luocheng East. In those days, I always walked hand in hand around the Champs Elysé es. It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? "From" Langtaosha "Ouyang Xiu.
Today last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Peach blossom's face is still smiling in the spring breeze, although I don't know where to go.
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely think that the moonlight is like water. Where are the people watching the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year. "From" Jiang Lou, I feel sorry for Zhao Xian.
Last January, the lights at the flower market were like daylight. On the moon, the willow shoots open, and people are about after dusk. In January this year, the moon and the lights were still there. I didn't see anyone last year. My sleeves were wet with tears. "From" Born if the child Ouyang Xiu "
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing. The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people. Zi Zi and Zi You Mianchi Nostalgia for Su Shi
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. "From Liu Yuxi's" Wu Yixiang "
Young people are listening to the rain on the balcony, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, listening to the rain, the river is wide and the water is low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now when they listen to the rain, the stars are already on their temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Listen to the rain from Yu Meiren, Jie Jiang.
On the side of the sunken ship, Qian Fan passed by the sick tree, and Wan Muchun "came" to enjoy Lotte Yangzhou. I met Liu Yuxi for the first time.
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. Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka. "From" Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Dream "on January 20th, Su Shi.
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. "From the Qing dynasty according to the wu.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. "From" Teng Wang Ge Wang Bo "
Once the sea was difficult for water, except Wushan, not clouds. Thoughts on five poems in Li Sao, the fourth is Yuan Zhen.
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... The bells and drums will ring slowly until late at night, and I am worried about the Galaxy Bathroom. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? It doesn't take years for a weak life and death, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.