The poem about love written by Nalan Xingde is 1: Chao Fuyu in Huanxisha is full of cold and sadness.
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Original text:
Rainy days are full of cold worries, which can be returned to apricot flowers. Last year, the barrel was high and light.
If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.
Poem 2 about love written by Nalan Xingde: Like a dream, it is a pulley and a golden well.
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Original text:
It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves. Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow.
Poem 3 about love written by Nalan Xingde: tune songs with water and write a picture of the western hills in autumn.
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Original text:
Empty mountains are quiet, and the water is heavy. When you are at ease, dust is not allowed to invade. At the end of the year, I remember the place I walked, and I still remember that the pole was half inclined and the forest was sparse. On the top of Maoan Mountain, the old woman is singing alone.
Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, playing the piano by the river. Who knows how to lie and wander in this life? I plan to go home by the wind, but I look back at Huai' an by mistake. When do I have to vote? Socks are similar to green shoes, but you need to find a picture.
Nalan Xingde's Love Poem 4: Qinyuanchun Ding Si before the Double Ninth Festival
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Original text:
Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream wore light makeup and plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is a paradise on earth, the fate of the dust has not broken, and the spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurting. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, Qian Sheng eaves rain, spectrum ileum.
Nalan Xingde's Love Poem 5: A Golden Song for Fen Liang
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Original text:
Fred is crazy, too
Occasionally, the dust in Beijing, Wuyi family.
Who would want to spill wine on Zhaozhou soil?
If you don't believe in the truth, you become bosom friends.
Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes.
If you don't see it, the moon is like water.
* * * You must be drunk this night.
And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboos.
Why ask you about your long life experience? Just scoff!
Think about it and repent from the beginning.
One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would get married in my life.
However, the commitment is heavy, you must remember.