Li Yu's plum blossom lost its fireworks owner, and Dong Jun didn't know it. What's the use of incense? Last year.
Li Yu's book is full of vigor and vitality, and the towel is floating and gaunt, absolute beauty. Handkerchiefs can smell the perfume that my wife used to use, and Lin Daiyu's black smoke left a little trace on the handkerchiefs.
Li Yushu's pipa is shoulder-thin, and several tapestries are difficult to play. Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough.
Li Yu's sentence is morning glory all the way, in the yang of the river. Hey, Aunt Huang, overlook.
After Li Yu's death, he was very busy when he saw that his poems were different from his ambition. Thousands of miles away, there is nothing to see Zhongshan.
Li Yu regrets the old branches of tung flowers, and the first floor is misty and rainy. Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful.
Li Yu feels that the layered city has no more charming posture, and the festival is not self-sustaining. There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.
Li Yu's courtiers' amorous feelings celebrate the slave's growing old and ashamed of spring, and he feels old. Thank you for your familiarity, and thank you for blowing your head with cigarettes.
On the back of the pagoda, Li Yu's toothpick was wrapped in red gauze, and RoyceWong's book was set on fire. If you don't lose face, you will get it today.
Li Yu's elegy beads are broken in front of his eyes, and flowers are dying in the world. I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed. Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust. There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel.
Li Yu's elegy is the same as the fragrant tree, and the floating road is slightly the same. It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy. Where is the beauty now? It's all gone. Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind.
Li Yu's mourning poems are hard to digest, and he is lonely and painful. The rain is silent in late autumn, and anxiety makes the illness worse. Swallow the wind before thinking, blinding time. The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.
Li Yu's plum blossoms are diligently transplanted to the ground, and the edge of the small bar is curved. * * * worry about the day, and you can't worry. Clear the way against the wind and irrigate the cold spring by the moon. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows are incomplete.
Li Yu felt haggard after years of illness, and depression benefited him from self-injury. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating. The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space?
Li Yu's Qing Ping Le (recalled by Luo Yue) Will heartbroken spring come? The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. Away from hate, like spring grass, you are still alive as you go further and further.
Li Yu Tang Jinchun (crying at night) It was stormy last night, and the autumn curtain was rustling. Candle residual leakage often drips on the pillow, so he can't sit on his back. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Li Langgui enjoys the mountains when the east wind blows water, but he is always free in spring. Flowers are exhausted, wine is decayed, and songs are drunk. Sleep in spring, put on makeup at night, and no one cleans up. I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.
Sue was speechless when she moved the oriole to Xiao Yue. Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Red Hugh swept Iraq, leaving the dancers to return.
Li Yu should make up the mirror in the first month, and the cicadas are sloppy. The heavy curtain is quiet, the floor is swaying and melancholy. Willow dike grass path, dream broken pulley gold well. I was sober last night and worried about treating diseases in spring.
On September 10, Li Yu suddenly woke up in the autumn rain and felt uneasy. Yellow flowers are cold and not beautiful, and red leaves beat drums. Back on earth, I can hate vulgarity, and I have not forgotten my affection. Since the sideburns are all white, I'm surprised not to learn from An Ren.
Li Yu's autumn warbler and residual warbler know nothing about autumn, but they still swim alone in the secluded forest. The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream. Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground. I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness.
Li Yu's illness began with the gable wall. Shanfang is ill first and then light, and his staff and towel are brown, so he is called leisure. As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch. For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life. Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name.
Li Yu sent twenty brothers of Deng Wang from Xuancheng to take care of Ge and stop drinking. The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color. What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day. There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to embrace heavy sadness.
Li crossed Zhongjiang and cried in his hometown of Jiangnan and Jiangbei. He had a dream for 30 years. Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate. The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow. There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think.
In Li Yu's illness, the book is rich, the feelings are profound, the banquet is fragrant and self-care. The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard. The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it. Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade.
Li Yu recalled how much he hated Jiangnan (a famous Jiangnan, Dream Jiangnan, Good Jiangnan, Dream Jiangkou, Wangjiangmei, Ghost Saibei, Xie Qiuniang, Chunqu), and dreamed about it last night. It's like swimming in the garden in the past, and cars are like running water in Ma Rulong. Flowers and the moon are spring breeze. How many tears, sleeves can't cover. Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng won't blow on Yue Ming. Broken heart is more certain. Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. The orchestral river on board is green, and the city is full of flying flocs and light dust. Worried about killing the flower watcher. Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, in the cold dusk, a ship was anchored in the depths of Lu Hua. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Li Yu's "a fisherman" (A Fishman) waves feel thousands of miles of snow, and peach blossoms are silent. How many people are happy with a pot of wine and a stick? A spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
Li Yu's The Juggler (Deep Courtyard Month) is quiet in the deep courtyard, empty in the small courtyard, with intermittent cold anvil and intermittent wind. But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away. Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, bamboo shoots are lazy, and they cry for whom.
Li Yu looks far away, full of flowers and bright eyes. Zhu Fei is the mayor of this city. I'm freezing to death, but my dream is hard to come true. Liaoyang moon, Moling anvil, is not news but love. The golden stage was a surprise, inviting people back to Japan.
Li Yu Yulan (A Jade Louchun, Chun Xiaoqu, Xi Chunrong) has bright makeup, and the flowers in the Spring Palace are filed. The sound of the phoenix flute breaks Shui Yunjian, and the songs of the neon dress are all over the place. Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candle flowers red when you come back, and wait until jathyapple's horseshoes are clear.
Li Huzhu (a drunk and down and out) just put on her evening makeup, so Shen Tan pays more attention to it. Show people some cloves. A clear song, temporarily lead the cherry blossoms to break. The sleeves of the sleeves are still black, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. The charming embroidered bed reclines. Chew Red Velvet and laugh at Tan Lang.
Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy Sakura" went home in spring, and the butterfly turned pink. Zigui cries on the west of Xiaolou. Jade hook curtain, melancholy dusk smoke hanging. Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
Li Yu's "Broken Array" (a ten-beat) has been forty years, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Phoenix Quelonglou is a lonely man and few women, and Yushu Qiongzhi is a cigarette radish. How many times have you known each other? Once listed as a vassal, Shen Yao and Pan Bian pin mill. The most important day is the resignation day of Qianhuang Temple. The teaching workshop sings solo and cries for Gong E..
Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc (a double red bean, a green hill, a fascinating memory) has two mountains in one mountain. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold. Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain. Clouds are whirlpools and jade is a shuttle. This shirt is thin and light. There are many autumn winds, and the rain is peaceful. There are three banana nests outside the curtain, and the night is too long for people to help.
Li Yu Huanxisha's red sun is three feet high, the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with the step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum. I want to find the past and grieve people, but God's will is contrary to my body. The moon pool is empty, the water is gone, and the shady flower pavilion is full of oblique light. When boarding the boat, you will not hesitate to take more clothes.
Li Yu's Butterfly Lovers (a person carrying a basket of gold, gold and jade clothes, the bright moon was born in Nanpu, Wu Fengqi, magpies beating branches, rolling beads curtains, fish and water having fun) night tour pavilion. Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening. Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go. Dark fragrant peaches and plums Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter. There are thousands of hearts in Qian Qian, and there is no place in the world.
Li Yu picked mulberry seeds (an ugly slave, Luo, Luo Fu), and later picked golden wells and phoenix trees, which surprised many trees. It rains like sorrow in the daytime, and a hundred feet of shrimp must hook jade. Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge. If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back. In front of the pavilion, the spring is bright and dancing. When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash. Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream.
Li Yu meets Huan (a night cry) (also known as going to the West Building, the West Building, going to Guazhou on the moon, and remembering Zhen Fei on the autumn night). Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east. Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not the general taste, it's in my heart.
Outside the curtain of Li Yu Langtaosha (flower seller), the sound of rain is gurgling and the spring is fading away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. At dusk alone, with the aperture, the mountains are infinite. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. A curtain of beads is idle, who will come all day? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of Yuta Yao Temple, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.
Li Yu's young married woman returned to the yard in the spring. Accompanied by the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the bamboo sound of the new moon is still the same as that of that year. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and frost and snow are hard to ban. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Bodhisattva Li Yu spends the bright moon in a dark cage and light fog, so she can go to Lang's side tonight. Well, socks smell good and gold shoes are portable. See you at the south bank of the painting gallery, and you will tremble at noon. It is better to come out than to teach you compassion. The roof of Penglai courtyard is closed, and the painting hall sleeps day and night without a word. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance. The hidden beads lock and move, and the dream of Yuanyang is surprised. A face of slow smile, looking at each other with infinite affection. The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and powerful, and the new sound moves slowly. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing. Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. The banquet is empty, and the dream fans sleep in the spring. How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life and be alone? The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is above the tall building always remembers the crisp autumn air. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Finally, if you want to know more details, I recommend you to read the book "Golden Shoes" written by writer Li Yang, which describes the story of Li Yu and Zhou Xiao, queens of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is well written. The author's representative works are He and other works, that is, the two films that were finally adapted into TV series.
It's interesting to write about Li Yu's works and sources. And although it is a novel, it respects historical facts more and is much more interesting than watching history ~ ~