Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks and gold hairpin slipped away and left in shame.
Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
2. "Slow voice"
Look for it, it's cold,
Sad and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
3. "Dried plums"
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
4. "crimson lips"
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood!
Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
5. Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk.
Better late than late.
Rui nao Xiang interprets dreams, breaks the cold and disperses the golden bun.
Wake up, time and space are red for candles.
6. Huanxisha
The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy.
Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.
The mountains in the distance are driven by dusk, and the breeze blows the rain to lighten the shade.
The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.
7. Huanxisha
The spring is chilly and the jade stove is full of smoke.
Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.
Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has sown catkin cotton.
Wet the swing at dusk.
8. "Complaints"
At night, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks.
When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.
People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging.
It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
9. Bodhisattva-level people
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.
The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.
Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
10, Bodhisattva Man
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and shirts are in a good mood at first sight.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.
1 1, there are good things nearby.
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain.
I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.
The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
12, Qingping Music
In the snow every year, I often indulge in plum blossoms.
It's no use moving all the plum blossoms and winning tears all over your 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.
13, recall Qin E.
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
14, "adding words to pick mulberries"
Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium;
Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain;
A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!
15, "Spreading Huanxisha"
Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
16, "Spreading Huanxisha"
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen.
Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the rain is good.
Accompany me all day, only the deep and reserved osmanthus.
17, Wuling Chun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
18, drunken flower songs
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't be ecstatic, curtain rolls west wind,
People are thinner than yellow flowers.
19, south grid
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs.
Cold pillow with tears,
Tell me more about se, what is night?
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin.
Old weather, old clothes,
It just feels different, hometown!
20. "Hate Prince and Sun"
The lake is windy, autumn dusk, and red and fragrant.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.
Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.
2 1, partridge day
The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
22. Quail Day
The faint yellow corpus luteum is soft, and the traces of love are far away, only fragrant.
Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower
Ding Mei is jealous, chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days.
23. "Lou Yuchun Hongmei"
Is Hongsu willing to break the bud and explore the south branch to blossom everywhere?
I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window.
If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
24. Xiao Zhongshan
When spring came to Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they didn't bloom evenly.
Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night.
I lost to Dong Jun three times in two years,
Come back, I'm going to this spring.
25. Linjiang Xianzi
The courtyard is deep, the clouds and windows are foggy,
The plum calyx on the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Moling tree.
Building a healthy city for the elderly.
How many feelings about the moon and the wind are now old and have nothing to do.
Who is more sympathetic and jealous,
It's boring to try the lights and I'm not in the mood to walk in the snow.
26. Jianglin is delicious
The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring.
Who are you haggard and spoiled for?
Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.
Who knows when the fragrance blows away,
Don't fatten apricot flowers on warm days and nights.
27. "The nearest flower"
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. At first, it was freezing, and my eyes were full of plum blossoms. I felt the heart of spring.
Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix.
With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
28. Fisherman's pride
The sky meets clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance;
It seems that the dream soul belongs to the emperor and smells the sky.
Ask me politely where I'm going.
I report that the road is long and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry;
90,000 Li Fengpeng is a lift, but the wind is a rest.
Pengzhou blew away three mountains.
29. Fisherman's pride
Spring comes in the snow, and cold plums adorn Qiongzhi.
Sweet face half open charming, in court,
Jade bath new makeup.
Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely.
* * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk.
This flower is not comparable to the flowers in the group.
30. Subtract Magnolia
When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower.
Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's.
The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.
3 1, Nian Nujiao Chun Qing
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed.
Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.
Writing a poem is a leisurely taste.
When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless.
Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring!
The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?
32. Man Fang Ting
Small pavilions hide spring, while idle windows sell the sun.
The painting hall is infinitely deep.
The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand. Why climb the stairs by the water?
No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never, rhyming won,
Embarrassed by the rain, I can't stand the wind.
Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace.
It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
33. "Recalling the Strike on the Phoenix Platform"
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair.
Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook.
I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything.
New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Hugh.
If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times.
Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou.
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.