Li Qingzhao is good at poetry and prose, and is even better at lyrics. Li Qingzhao's Ci is known as "Yi'an Ci" and "Shuyu Ci", named after his title and collection. "Yi'an Collection" and "Shuyu Collection" have long been recorded by people in the Song Dynasty. According to current collections, about 45 of his poems have been handed down to this day, and there are more than 10 doubtful poems. Her "Ci Yu Ci" amazed both men and women. She not only has profound literary accomplishment, but also has a bold creative spirit. Overall, her creative content shows different characteristics in the early and later periods due to the changes in her life during the Northern Song Dynasty and Southern Song Dynasty. Early stage: It truly reflects her life in the boudoir, her thoughts and feelings, and the themes focus on writing about natural scenery and parting lovesickness.
Later period: It mainly expresses the emotions of nostalgia and nostalgia during the time of injury. Expressing his deep sadness in his lonely life.
Li Qingzhao's early poems more truly reflected her boudoir life, thoughts and feelings, and their themes focused on natural scenery and parting lovesickness. Two poems such as "Ru Meng Ling" are lively and beautiful, with new and meaningful words. Words such as "Recalling the Flute on the Phoenix Stage", "A Plum Blossom", and "Drunken Flower Yin" express the deep feelings for her husband by describing a lonely life and expressing lovesickness. They are full of twists and turns, clear and handsome. [Die Lian Hua] "Send Sisters at Changle Hall in the Late Night" writes about nostalgia for the female companions, and the feelings are extremely sincere. Although most of her poems describe lonely life and express melancholic feelings, we can often see her love for nature and frankly reveal her pursuit of a beautiful love life. This is written by a female writer and is much more valuable than the "Huajian School" endorsement style.
Wang Zhuo said: Li Qingzhao "wrote long and short sentences, with twists and turns to satisfy everyone's expectations, light and sharp, and full of gestures. He wrote licentious words in the streets and lanes wantonly. Since ancient times, there has never been such a careless woman in the gentry's family who can write." "Ye" (Volume 2 of Biji Manzhi). This kind of criticism shows that the meaning of Li Qingzhao's poems objectively violates feudal norms.
Li Qingzhao’s poetry after his journey to the south was also very different from that in the early period. The political risks and various tragic experiences in her personal life after the collapse of her country and her family made her mentally painful. Therefore, her lyrics changed from the clear and bright in her early years to full of desolate and low sounds, mainly expressing sadness. Feelings of nostalgia and mourning. In her exiled life, she often missed her hometown in the Central Plains. For example, "Where is my hometown?" written by "Bodhisattva Man", "I forget it unless I get drunk", and "Dreaming of Chang'an in the sky, recognizing the road to Chang'an" written by [Die Lianhua], all reveal this. Her deep nostalgia for the lost North. She is more nostalgic for her past life, such as the famous slow poem "Yong Yu Le", recalling the old events of Jingluo in the "prosperous days of Zhongzhou"; The contrast between the beautiful life and the desolation and haggardness of today expresses the thoughts of the motherland.
Main works
Poems
"A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrance of red lotus roots and the lingering jade mat in autumn"
"Xiao Chongshan, Spring Arrives in Nagato" "The grass is green"
"Recalling Qin'e·Lingao Pavilion"
"Doli·Han Xiaolou"
"Good things are coming soon·The wind is set and the flowers are falling" < /p>
"Like a dream, the rain and the wind last night"
"Like a dream, I often remember the sunset at the creek pavilion"
"The sound is slow, searching and searching 》
"Nian Nujiao·Desolate Courtyard"
"Changing Tune in the Garden·Fragrant Grass Pond"
"Qing Ping Le·Every Year in the Snow"
"Bodhisattva Man·The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early"
"Reduced word magnolia·The wind outside the curtain of waves and sand"
"Dianchian lips· Lonely Purdah"
"Dian Lips·Play on the Swing"
"Huanxi Sha·Moxu Cup of Deep Amber"
"Huanxi Sha·Xiaoyuan Window Spring is deep"
"Huanxisha · Spring light and cold food days"
"Huanxisha · A bun hurts the spring and the languor is more combed"
"Huanxisha · Embroidered Curtain The hibiscus bloomed with a smile"
"The Bodhisattva Barbarian·The returning sound cut off the remaining green clouds"
"Tian Zi picking mulberry seeds·Who planted the banana tree in front of the window"
" "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·Rubbing the gold into ten thousand points of light"
"Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·Sickness makes the hair fade"
"Wulingchun·The wind has settled in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone"
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"Drunk Flower Yin · Thick Mist and Thick Clouds and Worry of Eternal Day"
"Nan Gezi·The Stars and Rivers Rotate in the Sky"
"The Resentful King and Sun·The Wind and Vast Waves on the Lake"
"Partridge Sky·The cold sun is rustling on the window"
"Partridge Sky·Dark and light yellow body is soft"
"Jade House Spring·Red Crisp" Willing to let the buds fall into pieces"
"Linjiang Fairy·How Deep the Courtyard"
"Linjiang Fairy·Plum Blossoms"
"Die Lianhua· The warm sun and sunny wind are just beginning to break the freeze"
"Die Lianhua·The clothes are wet with tears and full of powder"
"Die Lianhua·The relatives have been summoned"
"The Proud Fisherman·The Sky Connects with the Clouds and Waves and the Dawn Mist"
"The Proud Fisherman·The News of Spring is Known in the Snow"
"Reduced Words Magnolia·On the Flower Seller"
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"Rui Partridge·Double Ginkgo"
"Longevity·Nanchang Birthday"
"Xingxiangzi·Sky and Autumn Light"
《 "Xingxiangzi·Creeping crickets in the grass"
"Lonely Wild Goose·Rise from sleep in the morning under the rattan bed paper tent"
"Shen Renjiao·Feelings of the plum blossoms blooming in the back pavilion"
"Man Ting Fang · Spring Hidden in a Small Pavilion"
"Celebrating the Qing Dynasty · Slowly Forbidden and Low-level"
Poem
"Gold and Stone Record"< /p>
"Poetry on the Zhongxing Stele in Wuxi"
"Wujiang" (also known as "Summer Quatrains")
"Spring Posts in the Emperor's Pavilion"
< p>"Diaotai""Poems of Privy Councilor Han Xiaozhou"
Articles
"Preface to the Record of Gold and Stone"
"Ci "On"
"Preface to the Picture of Beating Horses"
"Qi Chongli Qi, a Scholar in the Imperial Academy"
Ru Meng Ling
Chang Ji Xiting As the sun sets,
I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back.
Returning to the boat late after having fun,
stuck into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing,
starting a pool of gulls and herons.
Like a dream
Last night it rained and the wind blew,
The remaining wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep.
I asked the person behind the curtain,
But Begonia remained the same.
Do you know? Do you know?
It should be green, red and thin.
Pink lips
Lonely in the deep boudoir,
One inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow.
Happy spring is gone,
At what time it will rain for flowers.
Leaning on the railings,
Just no emotion!
Where are they?
The grass is dying all over the sky,
It is impossible to see the way back.
Pink lips
Stop playing on the swing,
get up and straighten your slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin,
The sweat is thin and the clothes are transparent.
Seeing someone coming,
the gold hairpin slipped out of the sock shovel,
and left in shame.
Looking back while leaning against the door,
sniffing the green plums.
(This is the first poem by an anonymous person, see Volume 1 of "Flowers and Grass Collection")
Huanxi Sand
Moxu cup is dark and thick with amber,
< p>The intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicated,Shu Zhongji should be aware of the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream,
The golden bun is used to ward off the cold and the pines are tied together,
When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Huanxi Sha
Spring has already deepened by the idle window in the small courtyard,
The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy,
Leaning on the building, there is no words to listen to the Yao Qin .
Far Xiu comes out of the mountains to urge dusk,
The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast,
It is hard to stop the pear blossoms from declining.
Huanxi Sha
In the cold spring weather,
The jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up.
I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.
Petrels will be fighting for grass in the future,
Jiangmei has passed willow trees,
At dusk the rain will make the swing wet.
Huanxi Sha
The bun hurts the lazy spring and is more combed,
The plum blossoms fall in the evening breeze in the courtyard,
The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse,
The jade duck smokes the stove and the auspicious brain is idle,
The red cherry tent covers the tassels,
The rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
Huanxi Sha
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles,
leans against the precious duck and kisses its fragrant cheeks,
it is the eye movement that makes people guess.
One side is full of charm and charm,
Half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred,
The moon moves and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back again.
Bodhisattva Man
The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early.
I am in a good mood with my shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up,
The plum blossoms on my temples were still intact.
Where is your hometown?
Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water,
The fragrance disappears and the wine does not disappear.
Bodhisattva Man
The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green,
The snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright,
The person with the hairpin head wins the light.
The sound of the horn prompts the dawn,
The dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring,
The west wind leaves behind the old cold.
Revealing one’s true feelings
It’s late at night to remove makeup,
The calyx of a plum blossom is inserted into a broken branch.
Drinking up breaks the spring sleep,
The dream can never be returned.
The people are quiet,
the moon is shining,
the green curtain hangs down.
More the remaining stamens,
More the remaining fragrance,
Get more time.
Good things are coming soon
The wind is still falling and the flowers are deep,
There are red piles of snow outside the curtain.
I remember that after the begonias bloomed,
it was the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty,
The green vat is dark and bright.
The soul's dream is filled with resentment,
It cries louder (left "Jue", right half, right "Bird").
Qingpingle
In the snow every year,
I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk,
There is no good intention in removing all the plum blossoms,
Win clothes full of tears!
This year, everywhere in the world,
Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming.
Looking at the late wind,
it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.
Recalling Qin E
Lingao Pavilion,
The chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin,
After the crow returns,
The horns are heard at dusk.
The broken fragrance remains and the feelings are evil,
The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen,
autumn colors are still there,
loneliness is still there.
Break the Huanxi sand
Knead the gold into pieces,
Cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit are like Yanfu,
too distinct.
How vulgar are the plum pistils?
Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude.
It is full of sorrow and dreams,
but ruthless.
Breaking through the sand of Huanxi
My hair started to fade due to illness,
I lay down and looked at the waning moon on the window screen.
Fry the cardamom tips into water.
Do not make tea.
It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow,
The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes,
I borrow from many people all day long,
Muxi flower.
Tianzi picking mulberry seeds
Who planted the banana tree in front of the window?
The atrium is filled with yin;
The atrium is filled with yin,
The leaves are heart-warming and relaxed.
It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow,
It rains every bit;
It rains every little bit,
I am worried about hurting the people of the north, and I am not used to it. listen!
Wulingchun
The wind and dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone,
I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are different and people are different.
If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good,
I also plan to take a boat trip.
I am afraid that the Shuangxi dinghy boat will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows.
Drunken flowers and shades
The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow, and the day will last forever.
The auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast.
The Double Ninth Festival is here again,
The gauze cabinet with jade pillows,
It is cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul,
The west wind blows behind the curtain,
People are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nan Gezi
The stars and rivers in the sky are turning,
The curtains of the human world are hanging down.
The quilt on Liang Sheng’s pillow is stained with tears.
I got up to take off my robe and asked, what’s the night like?
The green lotus pods are small,
The gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse.
The weather is the same as the old clothes,
Only the feelings are different, the old home!
Resent to the King and Sun
The wind on the lake is vast,
Autumn is already late, and there are few red and fragrant flowers.
The scenery of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are indescribable and infinitely good.
The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves,
washed with green dew and apple blossoms.
The gulls and herons sleep in the sand and do not look back.
It seems that they hate it and return home early.
Partridge Sky
Lock the window in the cold sun,
The phoenix tree should hate the frost at night.
The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha tea,
The fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are broken.
Autumn is over,
the days are still long,
Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate.
It is better to get drunk in front of Fenzun.
Don’t bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
Partridge Sky
Dark, light yellow body, soft in nature,
Love is far away, only fragrance remains.
Why does it need light green and deep red?
It is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossom is jealous,
the chrysanthemum should be ashamed,
the painting railing is opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Scholars can be ruthless.
Why didn’t things come to an end back then?
Jade House Spring
Red Plum
The red plum blossoms are willing to be broken into pieces,
Exploring the southern branches and blooming all over the place?
I don’t know how long it has been brewing,
but it contains infinite meaning.
The Taoist is haggard under the spring window,
It is dull and damaged, and I am worried and can’t lean on it.
If you want to look down, come and rest.
It may not be possible tomorrow.
Xiaochhong Mountain
Spring arrives in Changmen and the grass is green.
The red plum blossoms are broken and
are not evenly blooming.
The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust,
Leaves a dream of dawn,
A spring is shocked.
The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door,
The sparse curtains cover the pale moon,
It is a good dusk.
I lost to Dongjun three times in the second year.
I came back.
I am determined to spend this spring.
A cut of plum blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat.
Easy to untie Luo Shang,
Go into the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book?
When the word Yan returns,
the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows.
A kind of lovesickness,
Two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling,
I just frown,
but it is in my heart.
Linjiang Fairy
Ouyang Gong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" contains the sentence "deep, deep and deep", which I love very much. Use its language as "the courtyard is deep
deep" for several ques, and its sound is the same as the old "Linjiang Immortal".
The courtyard is a little deeper,
The cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed,
The willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear,
Spring returns Moling tree,
People build Kangcheng when they are old.
How many things have happened when I felt the moon and chanted in the wind?
Now I am old and have no achievements.
Who can pity the haggard and become more useless?
Try the lamp It's boring,
I'm not in the mood for walking in the snow.
Linjiang Fairy
Plum Blossom
The courtyard is a little deeper,
Spring is late in the cloud window and fog pavilion,
< p>For who is haggard and loses her beauty?It is good to have clear dreams at night,
It should be from Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful.
The Qiang pipes in the south tower will stop playing.
Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away?
The warm wind will be late,
Don’t let the apricot blossoms grow fat.
Die Lian Hua
The warm sun and clear wind have just broken through the frost,
Willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks,
already feeling the heartbeat of spring.
Who has sex with the drunkenness and poetry?
The tears melt into the remaining pink flowers and weigh heavily.
At first try to clip the gold thread seam on the shirt,
I lean on the mountain pillow,
The hairpin head phoenix is ??damaged by the pillow.
There are no good dreams when you are alone and full of sorrow.
The night is still full of lanterns and flowers.
Die Lianhua
Sisters sent to Changle Hall
The clothes are wet with tears and full of makeup,
Four stacks of Yangguan,
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Sing it thousands of times.
Human Dao Mountain is long and water is cut off,
The gentle rain in Xiaoxiao is heard in the lonely pavilion.
It’s sad to say goodbye, and we are in chaos,
I forgot to leave,
The wine cup is deep and shallow,
so that I can keep the music by heart Passing wild geese,
Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.
Die Lianhua
Shangsi has summoned relatives
The eternal night is full of joy,
Empty dream of Chang'an,
Recognize Chang'an Road.
To report the good spring scenery this year,
It is better to take photos of the flowers and the moonlight.
Although the cups and plates are careless,
the wine is beautiful and the plums are sour,
it is just right for a person’s embrace.
Don’t laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers.
Poor people are like spring.
Yu Jia Ao
The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected,
The stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing;
It is like the soul of a dream returning to the emperor's home ,
Hearing Tianyu,
asked me diligently where I was going.
I report that the road is long and the sun is setting.
There are amazing lines in the poems I learned;
The wind and power of ninety thousand miles are rising,
The wind stopped, and the boat blew away the three mountains.
The fisherman's pride
It is known that spring has arrived in the snow,
The cold plum blossoms are dotted with delicate branches,
The fragrant face is half-opened and charming,
While in the court,
the beauty takes a bath and washes off her new makeup.
Good fortune may be intentional,
Therefore, the bright moon is exquisite.
***The bounty respects the green ants,
Don’t be drunk,
This flower is not comparable to other flowers.
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I hate that it’s too late to explore the plum blossoms this year.
Jianglou Chu Pavilion,
The water is far between the clouds.
The clear day will last forever,
Leaning on the railing and the green curtain rolled low.
A guest arrives,
The wine is full in front of you,
The singing makes the water flow and the clouds stop.
The southern branches can be planted,
need to be pruned frequently,
don’t wait for the west tower,
sound the Qiang pipe several times.
(This is the first poem written by an unknown person, see Volume 9 of "Meiyuan")
Xingxiangzi
Qixi Festival
The crickets sing in the grass,
The parasol trees fell in shock,
The world and the sky are filled with sorrow.
Cloud steps, moon and earth,
Thousands of barriers.
Even if we come and go, we will not meet each other.
The magpie rides on the star bridge,
It takes many years to see each other,
If you want to leave, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor.
Morning Glory and Weaver Girl,
More than Li Zhong.
It will be sunny in a moment, rain in a moment, and wind in a moment.
First try on thin clothes,
New taste of green ants,
A bit of wind,
A bit of rain,
< p>It's cool.The courtyard at dusk,
is desolate and panic-stricken,
when I wake up, I am worried about the past.
That can last forever,
the bright moon is an empty bed.
When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding,
the sound of crickets is thin, and
the sound of leakage is long.
Gu Yaner
People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is vulgar. I tried to write an article and found out that the preface was not unreasonable.
Rising up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent,
I have endless words and wonderful thoughts.
The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace,
My feelings are like water.
Three sounds of the flute,
The plum blossom heart is broken,
How much spring love.
The gentle wind and drizzle rustled the ground,
thousands of tears fell again.
The flute player leaves the jade tower empty,
Who does he lean on with a broken heart?
If you break off a branch,
there will be no one in the world or in heaven to whom you can send it.
The courtyard is full of beauty
The small pavilion hides spring,
The idle window closes the day,
The painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet.
The seal incense is burned out,
The curtain hooks are under the shadow of the sun.
It is better to plant Jiangmei by hand,
Why bother to climb the building next to the water?
No one is here,
The loneliness is just like He Xun is in Yangzhou.
Always,
like rhyme,
embarrassing rain,
cannot bear the wind.
Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don't hate it when the fragrance fades away.
It is necessary to trust the truth and sweep away the traces.
It is difficult to describe,
The moon is dim in a good window,
The sparse shadows are still romantic.
The courtyard is full of fragrance
The fragrant grass pond,
The green courtyard,
The late clear and cold weather penetrates the window screen.
□□Golden lock,
Guan it is a guest coming [Kou Sha].
On the table in front of Lonely Lord,
Only □□, the ends of the earth.
Can I stay?
酴[酉縻] is gone,
It still depends on □□.
In those days,
Zeng was rewarded,
burned the sleeves with incense, and
lived the fire to distribute the tea.
□□Dragon horses,
Flowing water and light carriages.
Don’t be afraid of violent winds and rains,
It’s just right, the flowers are left in the wine,
Now,
can’t be embraced,
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It looks like the old days.
(□: the original word is missing)
Reminiscing about playing the flute on the Phoenix stage
The fragrant and cold golden beast,
was turned into a red wave ,
Get up and comb your hair.
Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust,
The sun goes up to the curtain hook.
I am afraid of the pain of separation.
There are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop.
Newly thin,
not dry wine,
not sad autumn.
Have a rest!
If you go back this time,
you have to go through Yangguan thousands of times,
it will be difficult to stay.
Those who read Wuling are far away,
The Qin Tower is locked in smoke.
Only the running water in front of the building,
should miss me and stare at me all day long.
Where you stare,
From now on, there is a new sadness.
The voice is slow
Looking and searching,
deserted and deserted,
miserable and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
Three glasses and two cups of light wine,
How can I defeat him?
The wild geese are passing by,
I am sad, but
we are old acquaintances.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers.
Gaunt and damaged,
Who is worthy of being picked off now?
Guarding the window,
How can one be dark alone?
The parasol trees are also drizzling,
At dusk, it is drizzle.
This time,
Why is the word "sorrow" so special!
Celebrate the Qing Dynasty slowly
The prohibitions are low and low,
The railings are skillfully protected,
The remaining spring is exclusive in the middle.
The guest is standing still,
It is both charming and naive.
After the flowers have passed,
A fresh look will appear.
Enchanting and gorgeous,
jealous of the wind and the moon,
the evil leader Dongjun.
Beside the east city,
on Nanmo,
Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion,
race walking on the fragrant wheel.
The beautiful feast is over,
Who can succeed Fang Chen?
Better Mingguang Palace,
A few branches are close to the sun and even out,
The golden statue falls,
all the candles are used up,< /p>
No matter the dusk.
Nian Nujiao
Spring Love
The courtyard is deserted,
It is windy and drizzling again,
The heavy door must be closed .
The pet willows and delicate flowers are close to the cold food,
all kinds of annoying weather.
Poems with dangerous rhyme are made,
Hold your head to wake up from alcohol,
It is not the taste of leisure.
Zheng Hong has passed away,
It is difficult to express all the worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs.
The curtains hang down on all sides,
The jade railings lean against them.
The cold incense will dispel new dreams,
Don’t worry about others.
The morning dew flows,
The new tung trees begin to bloom,
What a spring outing!
The sun is high and the smoke is gathering,
Do you think it will be sunny today?
Yong Yule
The setting sun melts gold,
The dusk clouds merge together,
Where are the people?
The willows are dyed with thick smoke,
The plum flute is played with resentment,
How much do you know about the spirit of spring?
The Lantern Festival,
the weather is harmonious,
will there be no wind and rain?
Come and summon me, bring you a car and a BMW,
Thank you for your wine, friends, and poets.
It is a prosperous day in Zhongzhou,
There is a lot of free time in the boudoir,
Remember to focus on the three and five.
Put green crowns,
gold golden snow willows,
strive to help Chu.
Now I am haggard,
windy and frosty on my temples,
afraid of going out at night.
It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Dolly
Ode to White Chrysanthemum
The small building is cold,
The night is long and the curtains are drooped.
Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain,
The night comes and rubs the Qiong muscles.
It doesn’t look like the imperial concubine’s drunken face, nor does it look like Sun Shou’s frown.
Han Ling stole the fragrance,
Xu Niangfu fan,
Don’t compare it to something new,
Look carefully, Qu Ping Tao Ling ,
The charm is just right.
The breeze rises,
the fragrance is brewing,
it does not reduce the fragrance.
Autumn is approaching,
the snow is clear and the jade is thin,
it is infinitely dependent on others.
It seems like melancholy condensation, Hanfu undressing,
It seems like tears spilling, Wan fan writing poems.
The moon is bright and the breeze is bright,
The smoke is thick and the rain is dark,
Tianjiao is haggard and thin.
Even if I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on.
The favor is good,
Why do we need to remember it more,
Zepan Dongli.
Longevity and longevity
Birthday in Nanchang
In response to the slightly cold weather,
Look at the six leaves beside the sun,
Level [艹明] first show.
I love the scenery and want to hang a hibiscus.
The remaining silver arrows are leaking out.
The scoop is returned to the shaking bucket.
On this occasion of celebrating Gao Hong,
a bright pearl is cut in the palm of my hand.
If you have a good character, you will meet your sweetheart when you return home.
To this day,
the hall is full of nobles and nobles.
Glory,
walking in the Forbidden City,
gold medals and green ribbons.
It is more worthy of Tangdi and Yin,
Tiger Fu and Xiong Shi,
Jiahe is guarded separately.
Kang Qingyun is close at hand,
After entering Chengming day and night.
Look at the colorful clothes competing for offerings,
The orchid is ashamed of the jade wine.
Wish you a long life,
Bless your life by pointing to the pine tree.
Reduced word magnolia
On the flower basket,
I bought a branch that is ready to bloom.
The tears are stained lightly and evenly,
There are still traces of the dawn dew.
Pan Lang guessed,
Slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles.
The hairpins on the temples are slanted,
The disciples have to teach Lang to compare and look at them.
Rui Partridge
Double Ginkgo
Charm and grace are not enough,
The sweet orange in front of me can be a slave.
Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes?
My jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither.
Who taught you how to pick branches by their stems?
After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen.
It’s really interesting for lay people to break it up.
I want to sing about the new flavor of the two families.