Author: Xi Lampe
Works: clothes song
Content:
It is difficult to make cold clothes and cut them.
A few times, I shed tears and frost.
It's hard to rely on when you go.
Looking for the gentleman of my dreams.
Year: Qing Dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Works: Qingping Music
Content:
Women work hard and their hair falls apart.
Did not arrive [accurately].
Tired, lean against the jade aperture to see the moon halo.
Easy to talk, low to smell, close to smell.
The breeze blew through the screen window.
The heart separates from the horizon.
From then on, I was injured in spring and farewell.
Dusk belongs only to pear blossoms.
Year: Qing Dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Works: Twelve mulberry seeds.
Content:
White clothes stand on the bamboo column.
The cool moon and the long west
Mild burn ointment
Yan Yan knows whether you will come back.
The mang's eyes are broken, but the book geese are broken.
The ruler is still thin.
Blind acacia
It's like going back in time
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Year: Qing Dynasty
Author: Cao Xueqin
Works: Twelve Dreams of Red Mansions-Sadness in Joy
Content:
When I was a baby, my parents lamented their death.
Who knows how to pet those shrubs that continue to lead the way?
Fortunately, I was born a hero, generous and generous.
I have never cared about my children.
Like the moonlight in the Jade Hall.
This guy deserves talent and beauty,
Always win,
Fold into the general shape of childhood.
Finally, the clouds disappeared and the water dried up the Xiangjiang River.
This is the number of ups and downs in the world, so why waste your sadness.
Year: Yuan
Author: Zhang Jian
Works: Picking Hong Ying
Content:
The warbler is silent. The pigeon is in a hurry. Willow smoke wets pear clouds. Very sleepy. Teach people to hate. Until Pingming, Haitang should be exhausted. Green and weak. There is no trace of red. It is forbidden to accumulate residual fragrance and powder. The weather is bad [not allowed]. It is difficult to stabilize sunny days. The evening breeze rises again, so lean on the fence and be patient.
Year: Yuan
Author: Zhang Jian
Works: Su Wuman
Content:
At the end of the year, the river is empty, the snow is flying and the wind is blowing, and the old place is like chatting. Family members solve things, [quasi] prepare for deep respect and turn to the night window to solve them. Ping stems lonely, phantom floating, Wan Li Huan returned to Fujian Sea. But left in the bag, the poem is not well written and the water is mountainous. Really like a ghost, from south to north, I watched it several times. The name was locked and the hero was killed, all of which were paid outside the drunken hometown. But we can't forget Agger's Wusong, perch, lobster sauce and water shield. Give it back to me tonight, curling world, empty eyes and dust world.
Year: Yuan
Author: Zhang Jian
Works: Shuidiao Song Tou
Content:
Thirty-nine years ago, I was singing old colors. Birthday and the moon, fighting in the south, are poems of retreat. I'm two years old this year, and on the first month, it's exactly forty, and the year is approaching. Cut the ruby and cook the silver thread in the soup cake. Light incense, drink a glass of wine and write a poem. Bald, secular, and his predecessor may be a monk. Whoever is unhealthy in the world, our generation is ultimately a strange person, and we don't have to quit when we are drunk. Mo Wen Huangyan Pavilion, spring is in Laomeizhi.
Year: Yuan
Author: Zhang Jian
Works: Shi Zhouman
Content:
The misty rain is light, the courtyard is quiet and cold, and it is difficult to have a sunny day. Swallows came back before the club just to change a flower. Spring is here, apricot blossoms and red branches are noisy, and the bears are crowned with golden hair. When it was fully opened, it turned rouge into powder. I hate it. Butterfly catching in the West Garden is fragrant and the shoes are wet. Curtain shadow * *, unexpectedly, so sleepy. Cherish the wine in the flowers, it is common to spend a few years, and you should leave your sorrow behind when you are in love. The green quilt is tepid and full of fragrant orchids.
Year: Yuan
Author: Zhang Jian
Works: Qingping Music
Content:
Mr. Wang is drunk. Even I failed. Everything is better to go home. Taoling Town is my teacher. The chrysanthemums on the hedge are beginning to turn yellow. Prepare a present for the flowers. I'm afraid it's not satisfactory.
Year: Yuan
Author: Zhang Jian
Works: Bodhisattva Man
Content:
People follow the wild goose south. Goose should come first and send a message. If you don't ask Jin Shu anything. People can't return books. Do you still believe in the date of returning books? After plum blossom. Smoke tree low pavilion. Only three or four trips.
Year: Yuan
Author: Zhang Yu
Works: See Plum Blossoms
Content:
Where is the abbot of the immortal family? Mud separated him from the dust. The crane is wide and the cloud window is small, and ten thousand paintings block it. Smile with high hopes, choose Jin Ao, and human nature is at the top of Penglai. When staff Ge Beilong asked. Be more [accurately] prepared for cranes in the snow. Five ports repair the moon, collect books in the east, and brew a hundred pots of spring wine. Endless hiding, don't be proud of being idle, and dare not keep faith in the mountains.
Time: Wei and Jin Dynasties
Author: Zuo Si
Works: Ode to History
Content:
In the capital of Gigi, there is a great prince.
The four techniques of crown and yin, Zhu Lun is actually long.
Gather in the Golden Pavilion and stay at Xushi Road at dusk.
Zhong Qing is in the south and blowing sheng is in the north.
The silence of the Yangzi family, the door is gone.
The space is not big, and it is also in the dark.
Speech [accuracy], words are similar to fu.
It has a long history and a good reputation in eight districts.
I don't know that much, but I can give you dozens if you want.