Inch by inch, Wei Yun, be gentle. Whether there is extinction, it is difficult to disappear, and it is breaking the soul: looking at the mountains and rivers, people go far away. From now on, the sour will be clear, just like tonight.
Qing Yao, you shouldn't ask for heaven. It's boring to look at it clearly. Who do you think is more? Who's hurt? Who wants to be happy, steal vegetarian powder and write a description? Who cares about life and death?
The word has ups and downs, and it is as touching as autumn love in Yi 'an's slow voice. This was written by Shuang Qing, a famous poetess in Qing Dynasty.
Climb the peak
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Long-distance visitors in the autumn of Wanli, with my hundred years of sadness, climbed this height alone.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
A butterfly in love with flowers
(Song) Ouyang Xiu
How deep is the yard?
The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm,
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Slow voice
Looking for, cold and attractive, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. Three glasses and two light wines, how can I compare with it? It's too late to wind now. Goose is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? How can you be alone with the window? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Li Qingzhao (1084-? A poetess in the Southern Song Dynasty, Yi 'an Jushi, was born in Zhangqiu, qi zhou (now Shandong). Her father Li was a famous scholar at that time, and her husband Zhao Mingcheng was a textual researcher on epigraphy. She lived a rich life in her early years and devoted herself to the collection and arrangement of calligraphy and painting epigraphy with her husband. Nomadic people entered the Central Plains and lived in the south, and their husbands died of illness and were lonely. Most of her poems reflect her carefree life in the early stage, but she is miserable in the later stage.
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