Author: Huang Tingjian
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Where does spring come back? Lonely, no road.
If anyone knows where spring went,
Call back and live together.
There is no breath of spring. Who knows?
Unless you ask an oriole.
No one can solve it,
Because the wind blows over the roses.
Qingpingle country house
Song Xin qi Ji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying at the head of a stream peeling lotus flowers.
Qing ping le bie lai chun ban
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart.
Bricks and stones fall like snow,
I brushed it once and it was still full.
There was no sign of the geese coming,
Dreams are hard to come true.
Leave hate like spring grass,
Go further and live.
Qingping music "Yan Shu"
Small print means business is average.
The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook.
People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
Qing ping le Yan
If you can't stay, get drunk and go to Lanzhou. You will cross Bi Tao Chunchun Road and pass the place where Xiaoying cries.
The ferry is green and the branches and leaves are merciful. Since then, the brocade book has been suspended and the painting building is unfounded.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Hui's heart can complain, but it also turns with it. See you on the east side of the Danxing wall that day, and the green window of the tryst is full of questions.
The past is clear in the eyes, and the poor dream is hard to rely on. It's all bad luck for the old days, but heartless today.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
The string is freehand, and the meaning is dense. The book is full of infinite things, and I still hate it.
Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is light and the moon is hazy. Where is the soul of a night's dream? Then go back to Yangyelou.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Ripples are blue and wrinkled, and after the winding water is clear, plum fragrance is sparse in the sleeves, and spring red is still hidden.
After returning to eastern Mozi, Chai Jin changed a bottle of wine to ease her worries. Willow shadows are deep and narrow, and flowers are small.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. Send it back to spring. Pickers are getting less and less popular. Dried plums with small leaves and plums.
Xiao Qiong leisurely holds the pipa. Snow-scented gauze. Just a delicate branch, when the feast monopolizes youth.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Smoke is light and rain is light. There is less fragrance and less dust in purple. Green grass grows in Xiekechitang. Hongmei grows old overnight.
A new poem with a rotating title and ribbon. The ritual of rediscovering the willow tree. After the intense spring cold, several flowers came.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Poor little darling. Thank you for your palm. You don't know when you look in the mirror. Trying to take advantage of Zhu Yan.
Picture Gallery Autumn Moon Festival. It's too late to gamble on wine now. Red candle whispers before tears, and green flowers are new words.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Hongying is gone. There is no letter of meeting. I hate the fading of my temples. I want to wake up in spring.
Ceng Zui West Building. Zhu Xianyu refers to Liangzhou. The curved green curtain is rolled up, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
The clouds in spring are green. Goodbye, Guihong. The side cap is full of flowers before the wind. Ye Ye advocates emotion.
Red chamber osmanthus wine is newly opened. I brought Cui Xiu. Drunk shadow moths pool water, flute blowing residual plum.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Xichi tobacco. It's too early to say that you hate not finding incense. The road is full of fallen flowers and red flowers. Spring grows old with people.
The distant mountains have long eyebrows and are charming. The song is clear and the clouds are light. It's the dream of ten continents, the sunset at Shui Xin Palace.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Dance around. Wu Wang banquet on the stage. Maid-in-waiting is like a flower leaning against the spring palace. Dance with gold thread.
The bar drew candles in the dark. Colorful honeymoon/honeymoon/honeymoon/honeymoon begins a two-way life. There were 3,000 embroiderers at the end of the month, and there were 12 Qiong ladders in the cloud.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Come and go for a while. As light as the wind. If I meet you, I can't stay. Besides, there is nowhere to meet.
It was about dusk when I went. Yuehua went to Zhumen. After a few bright moons, Su E should disappear.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Double striped color sleeves. Laughing and holding golden boat wine. Beautiful as a flower and light as a willow. Advise guests to live a long life in Qianchun.
Yan songs lean more on sparse strings. Love must be drunk before respect. It's just a pity that time, tonight is full of jade.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
The cold woke up the wine. Xiao Mo flies with frost. Back-illuminated painting curtains and candle shadows. People are quiet in the oblique moonlight.
The western expedition of jinyi talents. Wan Zhongyun's initial journey. Cui Dai leaned against the door to see him off, and Luan's heart was silent.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Lotus flowers are everywhere. Autumn sounds turn all night. Fragments of green and red incense were broken. Dragons are westerly winds.
Mochow lives by the river. Picking lotus leaves every year worries me. Who cares if the water fades? Last night, the moon sailed on the blue boat.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Meditation and memory. It doesn't matter how much Chrysanthemums bloom in autumn and have little taste. Doing nothing but drawing a blue wind.
Dream clouds are hard to find. Cool and dark into the fragrant lapel. I still hate that yard, as shallow as last month.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Warblers come and go. Songyuqiang east road. How many degrees can you enjoy? There is a place that people are worried about.
Blue sky and autumn moon for no reason. Don't look at Guanshan for a long time. A little tired, who will do it by the former?
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Don't ask in your heart. Only respect the first few points. Seduce pedestrians, don't hate it. Because the language is low and the fragrance is close.
Persuade people to drink enough money. Clear singing is also important. In the later period of Mo Dao, dreams and souls still meet.
[Edit this paragraph ]9. Ouyang Xiu
Qingpingle Ouyang Xiu
The small courtyard is old in spring, and the red daylily builds the sky. The small aperture of long memory lingers around, holding hands with a smiling green shrub.
Don't come and hear nothing, we can guess before the old period. The door covers the sun and is quiet, and the flowers are covered with moss.
Qingpingle Feng Yansi
The rain is fine and the smoke is late, and the new pool is full of green water. Shuang Yan went to the weeping willow courtyard, and the small pavilion painted curtains with high volumes.
Zhu Lan alone at dusk, southwest crescent. Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring.
Qingpingle Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Chen Mengzhi (Contemporary)
Chen Mengzhi, a native of Guanghan County, Deyang City, Sichuan Province, was originally named Shaoyou, with another name Bieqing (1989.1.5-).
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
The wind is relaxing and the moon is listening to the fragrance falling. A few mountains are idle, and the fireworks are empty.
Playing chess is a bellicose behavior. I am bored and I am fiddled with the strings. The cold voice can't leave hatred, and there are many ordinary words.
Note: among them, the dialing words are entering tone and leaving method.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
Spring hates itself deeply, and tears are more affectionate. Fireworks outside the curtain are as cold as the moon. Who will rectify it if nothing happens?
You can light autumn lights when you are free, so you don't have to travel all the way to town. Lonely pavilions are dying, not to mention spring.
Note: This que is suspected of escaping from the Ministry.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
The pavilion is delivered late, and the misty rain sells light dreams. Feiying wears curtains everywhere and quietly fiddles with Dimfragrance.
The silence is pale, the frost is red, the west wind is drizzly and cold, and a lonely goose is still calm when it comes back.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
The night is full of splendor, hanging on the horizon and the moon. Loneliness is hard to borrow the depth of spring, and it is hard to borrow the residual lamp.
As the saying goes, never lose interest. Only a river of sadness and hatred paid to young people.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
Think long about the past and only bury human feelings. There is a lot of hatred that should be forgotten, and it is worthwhile to encounter this.
The water flows in front of the courtyard, and the garden is full of flowers. Dare to ask where the old friend is? Has gone with the misty rain.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
It's sunny, there's nothing to see. Small pavilions are idle and lonely.
The empty stream is outside the Yangtze River, which is called the Moon Pool. When I was one year old, I was naturally in pain. I had two bruises when I was old.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
Unforgettable sentences and stories flow frequently. Flowers fall, but they are buried with people. I hate hearing who will talk about it.
Light dyed water cloud skirt, powder light embellish jade warm. It was a cold rain last night, so I got up and leaned against the idle window.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
The cold window is thin and the sky is bleak. It's comfortable to lean against the railing in the morning, and I hate to feel sick after the wind blows.
The past is never easy to end, and every time a hundred flowers wither. Just like the word is green willow, the branches and leaves are separated.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
Ten years have passed, and I have nothing to ponder. The bleak west wind passed again today and was left out in the cold.
Swallows often complain that ships come to dock several times. I hate a river full of spring water, which is wasted all the year round.
The phrase "meditation" comes from Liu Yong's Hotan Chong in Song Dynasty.
Chen Meng's "Qing Ping Le"
Tired tired, the curtain is cold. Turn the pillow frequently before the flowers under the moon, and hate to bring the east wind.
Qingshan is far away from the boat, and the vast water moon is full of vitality. How many times have you been fascinated by a kiss?