Li Shangyin's Jinse
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.
Mountain to sea, China to Song. Four mountains vs three fairs. Palace flowers against forbidden willows, stuffed geese against dragon generals. Summer Palace, Guanghan Palace. Picking up green is the topic. Zhuang Zhoumeng becomes a butterfly, and Lv Wang flies a bear. The wind stops in the north, the fan stops in summer, and the curtains in the south bask in the sun, saving the winter sun. Crane dance floor, the jade emperor can be immortal; On Fengxiang stage, the purple flute blows away the beauty wind.
The butterfly dream in front of the pillow is upside down, and the apricot branches are hazy. Ask Tianya, what's the matter, think about parting. With a cry, the intestines are knotted. Outside Ling Min, Jiangnan is a strange place. Willow is on the long embankment, and the green belt can be folded. The town reminds me thousands of times every day, and only one sentence is often said. It's better to go home than to go home.
He Zhu negative word Magnolia Leng Xiang floating, hope to have a dream butterfly. When the morning comes, my eyes shine, and I'm afraid I'll see the condensation and warmth gradually melt. The drum urges the song to send, and the fragrant wine is for whom to honor. The lonely wall is east, the door covers the dusk, and the courtyard is full of wind.
Ouyang Xiu, Ruan Langchun, returned to the South Garden for a half-day tour, and got wind of it. Childhood is like peas and willows, butterflies are flying all day, flowers are blooming, grass smoke is low, people are hanging down, and they are not sleepy. Shuang Yan is painted on the beam.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the head of Lihe River, and butterflies fly on the shore. The glass is full of dew and empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Zhang Hu's dance is a dream butterfly, and Xie's song is Shrike Flying. The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Don du fu
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers bent the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
Charming songbirds sing freely.
Tite chrysanthemum
-Don Huang Chao
The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Su Xinshi xugong branch
-Yang Wanli
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children chased Huang Die,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
Give Miao a present.
Tang zuyong
Zhu Hu opens the high door, and the green locust blocks the light. Eight dragons ride to celebrate the weight, and three tigers return to the DPRK.
It's rare to sit on a bamboo and be silent. Flower shame Pan Yuemao, called old age.
The leaves are dark and the cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and the butterfly flies. We should sympathize with Lu Ru's cheapness, which is contrary to the old mountain.
Qingming Festival
Year: Song Author: Gao Zhu Style: Seven Temperaments
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Zui taoyuan
Year: Tang Author: Style: Ci
Nanyuan is in the middle of spring,
The wind and smell in Ma Si.
Green plums are like beans and arch eyebrows,
Long butterflies are flying.
The dew is heavy and the grass smoke is low.
The curtains hang down.
Throw careless loose clothes,
The painted beam belongs to Shuang Yan.
Nangezi
Year: Song Author: Genre: Ci
Clouds blow the mountainside, and the wind blows raindrops. Pastoral benefits include a pool terrace. Remember the season of meeting, remember the flowering of begonia. Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks have media. Two or three cups of Tibetan hooks. Tomorrow, the water will be sandy and the first air will come back.
There is a sweet smell around us.
Year: Song Author: Genre: Ci
Butterfly dream soul, banana life experience, several people get Pang Mei. Very satisfied, talents are ancient and modern. Day after day, three companies, wings of Mo Peng, Kunchi, Ceng Hua. In the shade of the tree, I am deeply ashamed, so I dare to be an Iraqi. Flying geese, fighting for wings, candle in the north gate, silk in the west. Fortunately, I returned to half my life, and the garden road was treated first. Fishermen can't sing the woodcutter's songs, but Yan Ying will say that he is known to people. Edit the history of flowers, repair thousands of acres and plant domes.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Year: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Ci
Peach roots and leaves. A tree is associated with fragrance. Spring comes to Jiangnan in March and February. Lost the butterfly. Step on green watermelon with your heart. Flowers bloom in front of the wind. Gardenia with my heart, I quote you a hundred petals.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Year: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Ci
Broken cicada, high willow, sunset. It's drizzling late. Green sandalwood is scarlet. Apricot butterfly, small screen. Spring mountains overlap and autumn waves slow down. Clean the broken needle and thread. Fall into the charming Tan Lang. There is nothing like throwing lotus seeds at mandarin ducks.
Pimp a butterfly
Year: Song Author: Lu You Genre: Ci
Tired guests travel all their lives, flogging Luo Jing and seeing Xiaoxiang off. What year is this? It's Gao Tang for Song Yu. Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The end of darkness. Swallows are ashamed and jealous, and butterflies are busy around bees. Unforgettable fragrant bottle is diligent in persuasion, the cold is new, and the jade leakage is still long. How much affection, only worry about the invasion of the corridor. Ask with a smile when you want to go back. When I approached, the Prime Minister flew into a rage. Break someone's intestines. Give me a vacation and spare time to get on the horse.
Subtract Mulan
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Flail willow. I know Dong Jun has been paying attention for a long time. Green and red. The haggard is due to a night wind. A flirtatious butterfly. I'm afraid to support my heart. Don't leave your cloak. If you don't sue Dong Jun, who will you sue?