I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Revisit the Temple of Our Lady
The white stone gate of the shrine of the virgin is covered with moss, and it has recovered from the fairyland-like fairyland.
In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind.
Elvhua freely said that she had come to live somewhere, and Tong Jie's family in Dulan Township said that she would leave and come back.
Yulang and the virgin met here and informed the fairy that the virgin wanted to board Zizhi with the fairy.
Frost moon
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
cicada
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
To Liu [Ben]
The wind and waves in the river move the roots of clouds, and the danger is heavy and faint in the day.
Hong Yan's early rise was broken, which even surprised the poet and returned to his soul.
The imperial court of the Han Dynasty urgently ordered who would enter first, and Chu Lu sang.
Wan Li wept with joy when they met, and the phoenix nest was separated by nine doors.
After mourning, I went to Shu Dong, and went to the three customs to see the snow.
The road beyond the sword I'm going to is very remote. You can't send me warm clothes without home.
The snow in the three passes is three feet thick, and the past is like a dream. Remember the past and make a loom for me.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Two Poems of Northern Qi Dynasty
Once the king was fascinated by beauty, he sowed the seeds of national subjugation and began to lament with thorns in his palace.
When the northern Zhou army entered the palace that night, the battle report of the northern Zhou army advancing to Jinyang has been issued.
I didn't know that this sweet smile was enough to resist the monarch's hegemony. Princess Feng Shu in military uniform was the most beautiful in the eyes of the queen.
Yang had fallen far behind the left, and Maple flew to ask the left to go hunting again.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Yimei
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year.
Donate willow trees
Willow color on the platform, bright or dark-all the roads, willow branches are dancing like young girls.
Many people have heard the praise of Liu Feng to the extreme, and now what they see is just the same graceful.
The charming willow color has reached the bridge, and my heart is behind me when I watch the willow color cut off and extend across the bridge to the long beach.
Liu Er is really thoughtful, releasing catkins like snow, floating and flying in the brothel.
Stay at the rockfall pavilion and pay tribute to Cui Yonghe and Cui Zhou.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
wind and rain
Although I have an ambitious heart, and I also have the heroic poem "Bright Sword", it is not the most popular, and I have stayed in this strange place for a long time.
The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings.
New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers.
I shouted for Xinfeng wine from my heart. Melt my holes?
Mengze
In the dream, the wind and rain are bitter, and the king of Chu is buried in the city.
I don't know how much singing and dancing can do, but I have thinned the palace kitchen to a waist.
Letter to Secretary Ling Huchong
You are the cloud of Songshan, and I am Qin Chuanshu, who has been away from home for a long time; Thousands of miles away, you sent a letter of sympathy.
Please don't ask me about the joys and sorrows of Lao Liangyuan; I am like a disease in the autumn rain, Sima Xiangru.
Du Gongbu left Zhong Shu.
Where is life, where there is no deviation from friends? In the war years, the short separation also made people say goodbye.
In the distance, the envoys of the distant imperial court have descended from the sky, and the imperial army is stationed in nearby Songzhou.
The drunken guests in my seat invited me to drink, and the bright clouds on the river were mixed with thick black rain clouds, fluctuating like the current social unrest.
Originally, the boss had nothing to do. In Chengdu, wine can also be used to kill his old age, not to mention that a beautiful woman like Zhuo Wenjun became Lu wine.
The Palace of the Sui Emperor
His Ziquan Palace has been occupied by clouds, because he will take the whole Yangzhou as his private territory.
If the imperial seal had not been seized by Tang Taizu, he would have set sail long ago.
On today's rotten grassland, there is no fire, but crows still inhabit the weeping willows at dusk.
If he met, the world was in chaos, and the later Emperor Chen, do you think they would mention a "Garden Flower"? .
February 2(nd)
On February 2nd, spring outing to the riverside, the spring breeze and sunny and warm music are melodious.
The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender.
He has been back to his hometown for three years. He has been in his hometown for three years.
The river on the new beach doesn't understand my mind, and the eaves hit by the wind and rain seem to be very loud.
In the camp of sketch brushes
Monkeys and birds are still alert to your orders, and the wind and clouds are eager to protect your fortress.
You are the owner of the brush, a wise general, but your emperor, defeated, rode a prison car.
It is not easy to be talented in wind music, but not as lucky as the two Shu generals who died in battle.
Although a temple was built for you in your birthplace, you never finished singing the song of the holy mountain.
Two Untitled Songs (Part I)
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Four songs without titles
( 1)
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
(2)
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
(4)
Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.