Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.
Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man,
However, Haitang remains the same.
You know,
You know,
It should be green, fat, red and thin.
The opening is the foreshadowing of the green, fat, red and thin begonia below.
A deep sleep means that I was drunk last night. Let people see a graceful girl with rosy cheeks and sleeping soundly on the sofa.
The girl woke up, worried about the Haitang outside, and asked the shutter girl, but she still answered. There is a little resentment in the girl language, you know? It should be that the flowers are scattered by the wind and rain, and the green leaves look beautiful and bright. From this sentence, I saw a girl with delicate feelings, smart mind and innocence.
The whole word is natural and fresh, simple but elegant and pure. It embodies the unique beauty of girls.
Beginners, the level is not high, should be suitable for you.
Let's write the first song after dinner.
2. Bring all the poems about Li Qingzhao ~ If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you will never know where to go.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the 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.
Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender 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 shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
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. Bodhisattva returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and 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. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch.
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. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is 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 dream is unbearable, and I cry even more (left "affirmation" right half, right "bird"). In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the 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. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
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. Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut 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. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon.
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 door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.
Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? 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! The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, 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. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
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. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.
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. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? 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 write, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming 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. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade 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. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Ouyang Gong, the fairy son of Linjiang, is a butterfly lover, who has the saying of "how much sorrow is deep", so he loves it. Its language is called "deep courtyard" and its sound is old Linjiang Xian.
The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion in the Spring Festival Evening are gaunt and damaging to everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full 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.
My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road.
In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant.
3. Li Qingzhao's wine-related word "Looking for Slow Sound"
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely 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!
Like a dream. It suddenly blew and rained last night.
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
Last night, the wind and rain broke out suddenly, and I slept soundly and didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
"butterfly lovers, tears are wet and Luo Yi is full of powder."
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
Tears wet Luo clothes full of powder. "Four Folds at Yangguan", sung all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long, and the water is broken. Mix Yuwei Wengu Hall
Farewell, hurt, confused. Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai.
Butterfly lovers, endless nights, less pleasure.
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
There is not much joy at night. Empty dream of Chang 'an, recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report a good spring this year. Flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Casual cups and plates are sloppy. The wine is delicious and sour, just like a person's arms. Don't laugh when you are drunk. Poor spring is like a person getting old.
Bodhisattva, it's still early spring when the wind is soft.
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. 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.
Partridge days, cold days, rustling, locking windows.
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates 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.
Yong Yu le Xi yang Rong Jin
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.
Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
Nian nu jiao wa yuan
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
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, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.
4. Regarding Li Qingzhao's ci, Li Qingzhao's ci can be divided into two periods.
Early ci mainly described the theme of hurting spring resentment and boudoir life, which showed the sentimental personality of female ci writers. For example, "A Dream Order" describes the feelings of cherishing spring flowers: last night, the rain and wind suddenly dispersed, and I fell asleep without consuming residual wine. Excuse me, shutter man, does Haitang know that it should be green, fat, red and thin? Another poem: "A Dream Order" often remembers that Shen Zui in Xiting didn't know when he came home at dusk, and the boat went back to the depths of the lotus to fight for the ferry, awakening a pool of European herons. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is late in spring, the heavy curtain is not rolled, and the building is speechless.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold.
On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
The lyrics she wrote for Zhao Mingcheng's "Going Out" are even more affectionate and unique. For example, "Drunk Flowers" describes that the poetess feels lonely when the festival is also called Chongyang, so she uses yellow flowers as a metaphor to say: the fog is thick, the clouds are sad all day, the golden beast festival, the jade pillow gauze kitchen in Chongyang is cool in the middle of the night, the wine is faint after dusk, and the sleeves are full of ecstasy. Westerners are thinner than Huanghua, and their ideas are novel and elegant, which is not comparable to the complaints of the first-person narrator of ordinary male writers.
Another example is "A Plum with a Plum", which expresses the poet's yearning for her husband's letter: flowers falling, water flowing, and lovesickness. Only when nothing can eliminate this feeling can she frown, but her later poems are full of serious emotional feelings of "things are different", thus expressing her deep attachment to her motherland and the past. For example, the first part of Slow Sound shows the poet's hopeless sense of loss and the sad expression of being alone in the "cold and lonely, miserable and miserable" environment.
The next film is to move the scene and feel sorry for yourself: "Who can watch the window now?" How can the black phoenix tree grow alone? It rained in Mao Mao until dusk. What is the first sad word this time? " The whole word is clear in language, fast in rhythm and sad in tone. Another famous poem, Yong Yu Le, started from the Lantern Festival and missed the past "the heyday of Zhongzhou".
In the following film, I wrote: In the prosperous days of Zhongzhou, I remember that I lay particular stress on the 35 th shop, and I twisted the golden snow willow cluster to fight for the benefit of Chu. Now my temples are withered and windy, so I dare not go out at night. It is better to listen to people laughing at the bottom of the curtain and express my deep sorrow for the changes in the country. Later, Liu Chenweng, a poet at the end of the Song Dynasty, read this poem and couldn't help crying. Li Qingzhao's ci has a unique style and is called "Yi 'an Style" by later generations.
The main characteristics of Li Ci are: First, she created her own female identity and special experience, created an unprecedented female image with distinctive personality, and expanded the emotional depth and ideological connotation of traditional graceful ci. Second, he is good at extracting vivid and fluent language from written language and daily spoken language; Good at using painting and description techniques to form a seamless realm.
If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you will never know where to go. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
A touch of crimson lips is a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the 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. Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender 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 shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame.
Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold.
The lotus flower on the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya with a smile, just to be guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch. 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.
Bodhisattva returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and 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.
Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood. 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.
Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is 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.
In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the 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.
Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky. 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.
Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? 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! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut 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. Spread out the Huanxi sand, and when you are sick, there is a noise in your temples. Lie down and watch the waning moon and go to the window.
5. Li Qingzhao's most beautiful poem, Huanxisha Moxu Cup, is as deep as amber. It's time to get drunk and melt first.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold.
On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
6. Li Qingzhao's summer quatrains
Li Qingzhao
Living as an outstanding person,
Death is also a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu,
More important than crossing the river by boat
[Notes]
1. Hero: a hero among the people. Emperor Gaozu once praised the founding heroes Sean, Xiao He and Han Xin as "outstanding figures".
2. Ghost hero: the hero in the ghost. Qu Yuan's national mourning: "When you die, God takes the spirit, and the soul is a ghost."
3. Xiang Yu (232 BC-202 BC): He was born in the late Qin Dynasty (now Suqian, Jiangsu). He led the rebel army to destroy the main force of Qin Jun and became the overlord of Chu. After being defeated by Liu Bang, he broke through to Wujiang (now Hexian County, Anhui Province) and committed suicide.
[Modern Translation]
Living in a crowd like a hero,
Dead should also be a hero among ghosts.
People still miss Xiang Yu,
Because he refused to drag out an ignoble existence and went back to Jiangdong.
[explanation]
This poem clearly puts forward the value orientation of life: people should be heroes in life and make contributions to the country; Even if you die, you have to die for your country and become a hero in ghosts. Patriotic passion, beyond words, was really inspiring. The rulers of the southern song dynasty, regardless of the lives of the people, only care about their own escape; Abandon the rivers and mountains of the Central Plains, but beg to drag out an ignoble existence. Then, the poet remembered Xiang Yu. Xiang Yu broke through to Wujiang River, and the director of Wujiang Pavilion advised him to cross the river quickly, return to Jiangdong and beat the drums again. Xiang Yu felt ashamed to see his elders in Jiangdong, so he turned around and killed hundreds of enemy troops, and then committed suicide. The poet lashed out at the shameless behavior of the rulers in the Southern Song Dynasty, and used the ancient times to satirize the present, which was awe-inspiring. There are only twenty words in the whole poem, and three allusions are used in succession, but it's no harm to pile them up, because they are all the poet's voices. The poems that hit the floor are so generous and vigorous, all written by women, which really makes people overwhelmed.
7. All Li Qingzhao's poems, Suixi's ode to Zhongxing and Zhang Wenqian's two poems, have been very successful for 150 years.
Five-party cockfighting is special. I don't know how old I am in the wine and meat pile. Hu Bing suddenly fell from the sky, but he was also a treacherous man.
Walking in front of the Qinzheng Building, Zhuyu stepped on the fragrant dust. What's invincible? It is said that litchi Sodoma is dead.
Yao Gong Shunde is like a sky, using just words. Writing inscriptions is really ugly, ghosts and gods grind cliffs.
Ziyi never guessed, but the heart in heaven repented and cursed people. Summer is a deep warning to Yin Jian, and the history of Jane Eyre is today.
Have you noticed that at that time, Zhang said that he had the most opportunities, although his life had been sold by Yao Chong. Secondly, you didn't see the amazing waste to promote Tianbao and the monument of ZTE's life.
It is better to be a traitor to the country, but to say that success respects the country's old age. Who let concubines go to heaven? Guo Qin and South Korea are geniuses.
The garden sings, the jade drum rings, and the spring breeze does not dare to dust. Who knows the name Dao Anshi, athletes will sleep to death.
Go to the celestial ruler and hold five urn peaks, and the head of the peak chisels out the word Kaiyuan. Sadly, times have changed and the traitor's heart is as ugly as a cliff.
Wan Li, West Shu, still can return. Once Nannei is closed, when will it open? Poor filial piety is as great as the sky, but it makes the general call it good.
Alas, slaves can't say, "I will help the country with things and specialize in them in the future." Instead, they can read, "Spring is sold in Chang 'an. "I feel sorry for Xuan and Xin Chou. They arrived in Lai on August 10, sitting alone in a room, and nothing they saw was there.
There is "Li Yun" in several newspapers, which is handwritten by letters and is about to be a poem based on rhyme. I got the word "Zi" occasionally, because I thought it rhymed, so I wrote a sentimental poem: What is the fate of a highway if there is less book history after the defeat of a cold window?
Qingzhou engages in Kong Fangxiong, always making trouble. Poetry refuses to talk behind closed doors. There are good ideas in the empty room.
I am a silent best friend, and Teacher Wu is a child. I learned that rhyming has been studied for 30 years, but I kept my mouth shut.
Who sent an excellent knight to meet Xiang Si said. Fifteen years ago, by chance, at the end of the flower, I followed Zeng Fu's poem of appreciating flowers.
Nowadays, flowers are similar to the moon, and the feeling of peace is just like in the past. Fu Han history, the new room is like a wart.
Therefore, it is scattered in the middle, thin and cloudy, until death. Wu Jiangsheng was a hero and died a ghost.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. Meng Xiao Meng Xiao with sparse clock, floating clouds.
Because of An Qisheng, I met the green flower with sepals. The autumn wind hooligans have blown all the flowers in the jade well.
* * * Look at the lotus root like a boat and eat dates like melons. As a guest, the punch line is also good.
Irony fights sophistry, and live fire divides new tea. It's not to help the emperor, but what's the fun?
Life can be like this, why go home? Get up, fold your clothes and sit down, cover your ears and get tired of the noise.
You can't see what you know, but you can't see what you think. What is the end of spring? I miss my hometown, and I hate my hair when I am sick.
Liang Yan's words are accompanied all day long, and the rose wind is fragrant. At night, the big ship on the beach is destined to make a profit, hence the name of the boat.
Mr. Wang's character makes people feel ashamed of him. They have been secretly laughing at him at night. The title of the Eight Wings Building is the Eight Wings Building with Eternal Romance, and Jiangshan stays behind.
The water runs three thousand miles south, and the barometric river covers fourteen states. In the last chapter, Han Gong, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, wrote three poems, Shaoxing is ugly in May. Han Palace and Shang Shu Lu of the Ministry of Industry passed through the two palaces.
Those who have comfortable houses, their fathers and ancestors are all under the door of the Han Palace. Now that the family has changed, the son's surname is poor and he dare not look at the public's car dust; Poor and sick, but the immortal did not decline. When you see this big bill, you must not forget what you said.
Write a chapter of ancient poetry to send a message to poets. /kloc-in the summer and June of 0/3, the son of heaven looked forward to it for a long time.
Looking at the south clouds and thinking about the north. If you hear the emperor say, Yue Mu and the Queen of England.
Xianning has no half a thousand, and luck met Yang Jiu. Don't be famous, don't plant golden willows.
Without pure filial piety, I know this frost is sad. Why don't you give up the meat? You can put the fat on the car.
The land is expensive and jade is like dust and mud. Who can you kill? Rich words are cheap.
The four people called Yu, which was known to courtiers and emperors at that time. The first person in China and South Korea, the spring official has Changli.
As a centurion, you can be a teacher for thousands of people. Jiayou and Jianzhong are good for politics.
Xiongnu feared king and business, while Tubo respected sons and ceremonies. Yi Di has broken his courage and will be punished by the audience.
Gong bowed his head and was appointed white jade rhinoceros. It's time to say that I dare to resign.
My family has a lot of complaints, and my wife doesn't have to quit. I would like to serve heaven and earth, and I would like to serve the temple.
Holding a purple mud letter, I went straight into Huanglong City. Khan, the waiter should come to pick him up.
Different people have different opinions. Or take the blood of dogs and horses and make an alliance with heaven and earth.
His erhu clearly understood the difficulties of the Germans and sought peace of mind with them. Striptease has been warmed by Hann, so it's hard to say goodbye.
After a long cloudy day, the soil is wet and the rain does not return air. The sound of cars rattled in Ma Xiaoxiao, and all brave people and cowards cried.
I know nothing about my wife, but I have given my blood for the bookkeeping room. I am a slave of the tiger and the wolf, and I am not afraid of being hurt.
When I heard the Chu curtain, I took advantage of my previous diary to go to Pingliang. Guishan is not a barren city, so don't give up Confucianism lightly.
The word "dew" becomes a horse that still leans on and believes in it. Have skilled craftsmen ever abandoned oak trees, and simple words may be beneficial?
Don't ask Sui Zhu and He Bi, just ask "xianggong" for new knowledge. Although the gas field is responding to the noise, the remnants are like smelling the castle.
My father is from Qilu, and his next name is Youyou. At that time, when Xia Ji talked about it, he still remembered that people were sweating.
In recent years, children and grandchildren have traveled across the south and drifted with others. If you want to send blood and tears to the mountains and rivers, go and sprinkle Qingzhou with a cup of soil.
Third, it depends on Huanghua crossing the second capital, and the pot pulp is lined up. The peaches in Lianchang Palace should be there, and the magpies in Calyx Building will be surprised.
But when we say that the emperor has pity on his children, we should know that God never shuts one door but he opens another. The great faith of the holy king is as bright as the sun, and there is no need to form alliances repeatedly in the long-term chaos.