Lang Tao Sha Ling·The rain is gurgling outside the curtain ·Li Yu
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the railing alone. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see. When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone, heaven and earth!
Pink lips
Lonely in the deep boudoir,
One inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow.
Happy spring is gone,
At what time it will rain for flowers.
Leaning on the railings,
Just no emotion!
Where are they?
The grass is dying all over the sky,
It is impossible to see the way back.
Pink lips
Stop playing on the swing,
get up and straighten your slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin,
The sweat is thin and the clothes are transparent.
Seeing someone coming,
the gold hairpin slipped out of the sock shovel,
and left in shame.
Looking back while leaning against the door,
sniffing the green plums.
(This is the first poem by an anonymous person, see Volume 1 of "Flowers and Grass Collection")
Huanxi Sand
Moxu cup is dark and thick with amber,
< p>The intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicated,Shu Zhongji should be aware of the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream,
The golden bun is used to ward off the cold and the pines are tied together,
When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Huanxi Sha
Spring has already deepened by the idle window in the small courtyard,
The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy,
Leaning on the building, there is no words to listen to the Yao Qin .
Far Xiu comes out of the mountains to urge dusk,
The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast,
It is hard to stop the pear blossoms from declining.
Huanxi Sha
In the cold spring weather,
The jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up.
I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.
Petrels will be fighting for grass in the future,
Jiangmei has passed willow trees,
At dusk the rain will make the swing wet.
Huanxi Sha
The bun hurts the lazy spring and is more combed,
The plum blossoms fall in the evening breeze in the courtyard,
The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse,
The jade duck smokes the stove and the auspicious brain is idle,
The red cherry tent covers the tassels,
The rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
Huanxi Sha
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles,
leans against the precious duck and kisses its fragrant cheeks,
it is the eye movement that makes people guess.
One side is full of charm and charm,
Half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred,
The moon moves and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back again.
Bodhisattva Man
The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early.
I am in a good mood with my shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up,
The plum blossoms on my temples were still intact.
Where is your hometown?
Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water,
The fragrance disappears and the wine does not disappear.
Bodhisattva Man
The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green,
The snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright,
The person with the hairpin head wins the light.
The sound of the horn prompts the dawn,
The dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring,
The west wind leaves behind the old cold.
Revealing one’s true feelings
It’s late at night to remove makeup,
The calyx of a plum blossom is inserted into a broken branch.
Drinking up breaks the spring sleep,
The dream can never be returned.
The people are quiet,
the moon is shining,
the green curtain hangs down.
More the remaining stamens,
More the remaining fragrance,
Get more time.
Good things are coming soon
The wind is still falling and the flowers are deep,
There are red piles of snow outside the curtain.
I remember that after the begonias bloomed,
it was the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty,
The green vat is dark and bright.
The soul's dream is filled with resentment,
It cries louder (left "Jue", right half, right "Bird").
Qingpingle
In the snow every year,
I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk,
There is no good intention in removing all the plum blossoms,
Win clothes full of tears!
This year, everywhere in the world,
Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming.
Looking at the late wind,
it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.
Recalling Qin E
Lingao Pavilion,
The chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin,
After the crow returns,
The horns are heard at dusk.
The broken fragrance remains and the feelings are evil,
The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen,
autumn colors are still there,
loneliness is still there.
Break the Huanxi sand
Knead the gold into pieces,
Cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit are like Yanfu,
too distinct.
How vulgar are the plum pistils?
Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude.
It is full of sorrow and dreams,
but ruthless.
Breaking through the sand of Huanxi
My hair started to fade due to illness,
I lay down and looked at the waning moon on the window screen.
Fry the cardamom tips into water.
Do not make tea.
It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow,
The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes,
I borrow from many people all day long,
Muxi flower.
Tianzi picking mulberry seeds
Who planted the banana tree in front of the window?
The atrium is filled with yin;
The atrium is filled with yin,
The leaves are heart-warming and relaxed.
It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow,
It rains every bit;
It rains every little bit,
I am worried about hurting the people of the north, and I am not used to it. listen!
Wulingchun
The wind and dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone,
I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are different and people are different.
If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good,
I also plan to take a boat trip.
I am afraid that the Shuangxi dinghy boat will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows.
Drunken flowers and shades
The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow, and the day will last forever.
The auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast.
The Double Ninth Festival is here again,
The gauze cabinet with jade pillows,
It is cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul,
The west wind blows behind the curtain,
People are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nan Gezi
The stars and rivers in the sky are turning,
The curtains of the human world are hanging down.
The quilt on Liang Sheng’s pillow is stained with tears.
I got up to take off my robe and asked, “What kind of night is this?”
The green lotus pods are small,
The gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse.
The weather is the same as the old clothes,
Only the feelings are different, the old home!
Resent to Wang Sun
The wind on the lake is vast,
Autumn is already late, and there are few red and fragrant flowers.
The scenery of water, mountains and mountains, being close to people, is indescribable and infinitely good.
The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves,
washed with green dew and apple blossoms.
The gulls and herons sleep in the sand and do not look back.
It seems that they hate it and return home early.
Partridge Sky
Lock the window in the cold sun,
The phoenix tree should hate the frost at night.
The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha tea,
The fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are broken.
Autumn is over,
the days are still long,
Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate.
It is better to get drunk before paying tribute,
Don’t bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
Partridge Sky
Dark, light yellow body, soft in nature,
Love is far away, only fragrance remains.
Why does it need light green and deep red?
It is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossom is jealous,
the chrysanthemum should be ashamed,
the painting railing is opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Sao people can be ruthless.
Why didn’t things come to an end?
Jade House Spring
Red Plum
The red plum blossoms are willing to be broken into pieces,
Exploring the southern branches and blooming all over the place?
I don’t know how long it has been brewing,
but it contains infinite meaning.
The Taoist is haggard under the spring window,
It is dull and damaged, and he is worried and unable to lean on it.
If you want to look down, come and rest.
It may not be possible tomorrow.
Xiaochhong Mountain
Spring arrives in Changmen and the grass is green.
The red plum blossoms are broken and
are not evenly blooming.
The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust,
Leaves a dream of dawn,
A spring is shocked.
The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door,
The sparse curtains cover the pale moon,
It is a good dusk.
I lost to Dongjun three times in the second year.
I came back.
I am determined to spend this spring.
A cut of plum blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat.
Easy to untie Luo Shang,
Go into the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book?
When the wild goose returns,
the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows.
A kind of lovesickness,
Two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling,
I just frown,
but it is in my heart.