Personally, I prefer Rainbow Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting and Wang Xizhi's Preface to Lanting Collection.
William Wang Liangzhou Ci
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.
Charcoal man Bai Juyi
There are some famous poems:
Bury flowers and sing Lin Daiyu
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes spring and dusk, and her sadness is full of nowhere to release.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir by hand, and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again.
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,
When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Apricot curtains are in sight
Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and you can see a villa.
Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang.
A bed of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant.
There is no hunger in prosperous times, so why bother farming and weaving?
Bai Yong begonia
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews. Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Chrysanthemum poetry
Chanting chrysanthemum
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone. I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin. A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
Romance of the Three Kingdoms: Yang Shen, a wise man in Linjiang
Rolling the Yangtze River eastward,
The waves washed away the hero.
Right or wrong, success or failure,
The green hills are still there, and the setting sun is a few degrees red.
Zhu Jiang, a white-haired fisherman,
I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze.
A pot of turbid wine likes to meet,
Many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.
Qin Guan
Queqiaoxian
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Gentle as water, ritual as a dream. Endure the magpie bridge and return home! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
Tasha shop
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The fog is gone, and the moon is gone.
Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
The solitary pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo is wrapped in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms are mailed.
This hatred has no weight.
Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?
Jiangchengzi piano hall
Xicheng willow makes spring soft, moving away from sorrow, tears are hard to collect.
I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department.
In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you, when to rest.
As soon as the flying catkins fell, they went upstairs.
Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.
Huanxisha Northern Song Dynasty-Qin Guan
Lonely and cold, going up to the small building,
Silver hooligans are like poor autumn.
Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Flying freely is as light as a dream,
Continuous silk rain is as thin as sorrow.
Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
Jade box [He Zhu]
Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle. Who will kill time in Jinse? Qiao Yue Garden, a bamboo building with locked windows, is only called Spring.
Ran Ran Yun Fei, at dusk, drew a new topic, heartbroken sentence. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, flying catkins all over the city, plum yellow rain.