Misty rain and red dust helped you find this poem, which was mixed with several Yuanqu and Song Ci.
Water Spirit
Yuan? Xu zaisi
With the leaves and the sound of autumn,
A little banana, a little sadness,
After the third night of the dream.
Chess that lost snuff,
Sigh that Xinfeng solitary hall is left alone.
Sleeping on a pillow for ten years,
Two old people in Jiangnan are worried,
All in my heart.
summer
Just before the curtain, the club was busy, and the branch was Chu Huang Mei. The sky is afraid of the scorching sun, and the willow shade is lost in the deep alley.
Beitang and Caotang are all in Xi. The pavilion is unique, close to the pond, and you can sleep and think about new wine. The bamboo shadow is oblique, the lotus fragrance floats, and the content is cool. Drunk hometown, bright makeup, water tone, who sings?
Thousands of feet, do you envy half a piece of fame paper? Mr. Yuqiao is free, he is bold, he is a poet, he is an alcoholic, and his ambition is not on Lingyan.
Double Hanging Moon Qu Tan Shi
Ma Zhiyuan
One hundred and twenty mountains and rivers in Xianyang [1]. Two words of fame, several battles. ChristianRandPhillips Wu Dong [2], Liu Xing Xishu [3], Meng Shuo Conan [4]. Han Xingong's general proof [5], Kuai Tong said that there is an enchantment [6]. Cheng also Xiao He [7]. Failure also played havoc, and he got drunk [8].
Bieqing December and Yao's folk songs
Self-walking, the distant mountains are faint, and the distant water is sparkling [1]. See Yang Mian rolling [2], drunk on the peach blossom face [3], through the pavilion incense bursts [4], cover the heavy door in succession [5]. Afraid of yellow fault, I don't know dusk [6], why not disappear [7], the new ocean mark presses the old crow mark, and the heartbroken person remembers the heartbroken person [8]. This spring, the fragrant muscles lost a little weight, and the skirt bandwidth was three inches [9].
This Gutian scared people away.
Author: Xin Qiji
Singing "Yangguan" didn't dry my tears, so I made a fortune and added vegetables.
The floating sun sends infinite trees, and the rain clouds bury the mountains.
Throughout the ages, there are more than a thousand kinds of annoying things. Is it only parting that makes people sad and gathering that makes people smile?
There is no storm at the head of the river, and it is difficult to walk without people.
There are several pieces together.
But it's good. I am also interested in reading this poem and helping you find it, hehe.
3. Describe a vague sentence, send the strings, and wish you to play at night. Smell acacia, rhyme will be light.
The bullet was destroyed, and the wine was destroyed. The misty rain is hazy and drunk, and the sky sends poems.
The world of mortals is dripping with eternal attachment and crystal clear. When you look at the world of mortals, you will remember that the world of mortals has disappeared. I gradually woke up from my dream, wiped the sweat from my forehead, but vaguely fell into the same dream, a colorless dream, a colorless dawn. Sit on the top of the mountain, turn the page of heaven and earth, slowly absorb and gently put the breath into your body. In the sky, a drizzle gently slides down, awakening the voice of the earth and raising a gentle sun.
A pair of muddy feet in the world of mortals, on a white dividing line, tells the story of time between day and night. Looking back, we can see the sleeping soul of ancient poetry, the rolling dust of Jinge iron horse, the lonely boat driven to the end of the world by travelers, the passers-by who have broken the time, the bitter frost in the distant cold, the drifting candlelight, the lost spring flowers, and the forgotten petals of residual flowers taking on their own destiny or longing. The world of mortals, like misty rain, dripped the hearts of many lovers. A pair of muddy feet in the world of mortals ran around in the misty rain, and a crescent moon stood on the eaves of the misty rain world. It was the delicate fingertips that sprinkled the white Yin Hui into the years, as if there were a little less frost, swaying countless mottled shadows, which turned out to be a wet and silent time. As the saying goes,
No one knows when we will satisfy what we desire. More often, we just keep thinking about each other, the spring when flowers are floating in the wind, and the autumn when maple leaves rustle, until the snow is flying all over the sky and the years pass. Time will not stop because of feelings, time will only go by itself. At some point, it will move back and forth. In the softest place in your heart, a gentle pumping will be accompanied by a pain to correct your heart. ...
The beauty of misty rain and red dust is particularly vague. It's like a piece of paper that is soaked, crumpled and discarded, then tied up and pushed away, and different shades of ink splash at will. No matter how far and close you look before and after, or how carefully you look up and down, there is no difficulty at all. Like a phantom, they are all shades of black. Like human dreams, chaotic world, chaotic world, chaotic world and chaotic universe seem to never stop. The drizzle is like smoke and tears, and the vague sleep is moved and excited by this vague existence. I smiled knowingly. At the moment, I don't mention singing, and all the birds stop singing. This fuzzy black is so quiet that I can hardly hear my heartbeat.
Without fatigue, there would be no meditation on misty rain and the world of mortals, erasing the lonely fantasy. The damp wind came back from nowhere, and the history of misty rain culture fled one after another. The footsteps like scattered sand crushed the ladder of edification and longing, and the long rhyme was empty. The strings of the violin are broken, the poets who taste wine are scattered, the footsteps of falling flowers have gone with the running water, and the mud is still there. I can't see the delicate feelings of the world of mortals, nor can I understand the entanglement of the world of mortals. It is said that butterflies can't fly over the sea, and acacia can't stand the temptation of the world of mortals, but it is ever-changing and will eventually return to its original point. Everything has changed. What I can't grasp is the passage of time. I want to travel through time and space and collect all my feelings, but there is a reluctance in the gap of my soul. In the struggle, I swam to an unknown place and saw fireworks shining in the dark. The beauty of that moment is abnormal, but it is an illusion after all. After the silence, I wonder if there are still tears dripping gently in my eyes. ...
Chun Yan is whispering ancient ballads, the flute is melodious with the love dream of green shoots, and the path is bumpy with the song of life. Heart, quietly intoxicated in the poetry of swimming in the sunset, gentle spring breeze, gently turn misty rain and red dust into green melody.
The footsteps of summer suddenly slipped from the transparent cicada wings. Small river, the hustle and bustle of running breaks the silence of misty rain and red dust, slaps the pentium dream, hits the middle-stream water, and the carefree laughter of teenagers condenses the beauty of summer; The silent pride of the waves flies over the throb of misty rain and the world of mortals.
In the autumn wind, the smoke is gentle, the first long cry of returning geese is born, the pupils are rich and flashing, and the strings of harvest are playing on the giant piano in the field. A stem with clear ears shines brightly in the misty rain and red dust.
The snowy area in winter is silent. Facing the dusk of snowy night, there is a heart as fragrant as water. Long-term yearning and attachment are the whispers of misty rain and red dust in the wind. Through the silence of winter, thoughts beat my back like misty rain and red dust mountain.
The voice of thought has finally blossomed, and the dream sail of the world of mortals has gone further and further in the landscape of life. With the passage of time, it has become a distant sea, and an obsessed pigeon will never fly out of this sacred sea. Misty rain and red dust stand as temptation, ethereal, far like a dream, wonderful as a dream.
4. Is this song in the original text of misty rain and red dust?
If the fireworks are cold, the original version comes from Vincent's side. Where is the classical Chinese?
The storyline was conceived by Vincent Fang.
But there is a history.
Galand in Luoyang is a five-volume local chronicle, which records the rise and fall of Buddhist temples in Luoyang, the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties (420-58 1). The author is Yang Xuanzhi of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, a native of Beiping County (now Lulong, Hebei Province).
After the Eastern Wei Dynasty moved its capital to Yecheng, he went to Luoyang in Wuding five years (that is, AD 547), and saw that the local area was devastated by the East-West Wei War, and it was a dilapidated scene, so he wrote this book, recalling the prosperity of Luoyang after Wei Xiaowen Emperor Justin moved his capital. Because he opposes Buddhism and thinks that the almsgiving of nobles is a waste, and the state's support for Buddhism affects the tax revenue and the income of soldiers, the book makes a lot of mockery of the splendor of temples and the luxury of nobles.
Every album of Jay Chou should have a Chinese style "Fireworks Easy to Cold", which was inspired by vincent fang's reading of a travel masterpiece "Luoyang Galand" in the Northern Wei Dynasty. It describes that the author Yang Xuan visited Luoyang twice and saw the prosperity and fireworks in Luoyang. When he returned to Luoyang again, the battlements collapsed, the palaces overturned and the temples were reduced to ashes, which made him deeply sorry. Vincent Fang felt deeply after reading it that "fireworks are easy to be cold and people are easy to be separated". After the gorgeous fireworks bloom in the air, they instantly cool down and disappear, while people and things, even Luoyang City, which has been prosperous for more than a century, sometimes fall down. So is love. Even if it is a thousand years of love, the love that cools instantly falls in my heart, waiting for the fate to take root. Fang Wenqing fantasized that he was Yang Xuan, the protagonist, and returned to his hometown in the Northern Wei Dynasty to revisit it. "Let me wait for history to turn around and wait for you to play a guzheng." This seriousness is due to the persistence of love. "Listening to the laughter of youth, I admire that many people's history books are too gentle to write. Fireworks are easy to disperse, and you asked me if I was still serious. " "Fate takes root in our THE TEMPLE OF JIALAN Temple, listening to the rain and looking forward to eternity", even if fireworks are easy to get cold, once they were owned, a moment is eternity; The whole song, vaguely echoed with loneliness and loneliness, even Jay Chou's singing, with a hint of classical gentleness and smoothness, makes people's ears shine, making this gorgeous and desolate fireworks easy to get cold.
5. What is the name of the poem in Misty Rain and Red Dust? The TV series misty rain and red dust tells the story of an old man who went to the sea in the early 1920s.
Zhou Xinyu, an orphan, is an ordinary English teacher, but an "accidental" ship explosion claimed her fiance's life. Xinyu's grief is hard to suppress! It turned out that all this was done by Shanghai tycoon Hong Risheng. He wanted to hit his opponent Zhao Shilong with this, but it hurt many innocent people.
Xinyu resolutely held a press conference, hoping to get justice for her tragic fiance. Commander Hu, who was behind the scenes, was afraid that things would be exposed and secretly instructed Hong Risheng to get rid of Xinyu.
I never imagined that Hong Risheng not only let Xinyu go, but also fell in love with this weak woman unconsciously. All this was planned by Zhao Shilong, who wanted to use Xinyu to kill Hong Risheng.
At this time, Xinyu met Jason wandering alone on the beach. He was a witness to the explosion! Numerous cases, confusing feelings, let several parties closely intertwined.