Nanxiangzi drizzle wet ribbon
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year. Smoke locks the phoenix building, which is infinite. My heart is broken.
Dreams are melodious, and I sleep in a bed embroidered with flowers. The door was ajar and the sun set. Tears for your last spring.
Tears for your last spring. She shed tears when hopeless hopes finally failed. The poet didn't say that the lyric hero shed tears for the people he thought, but that he shed tears for the spring because he failed to live up to the beautiful scenery of Sanchun. This is another new way to write this word, and it is also a poetic expression of the inner euphemism of the lyric hero.
The waves are slow and the clouds are heavy.
Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan
The morning is heavy, the frost withers the grass, and the fog covers the city. Nanmo's fat car is ready to go, and the East Gate is drinking. This is a slap in the face and a knot. Cover up red tears, jade hands fold. Why go to Hanpu and Li Hong? Time has changed, and the sound has been lost.
I am eager to see the distant earth and the vast sky. It's cold to the dew, no one can go, and I can't breathe because of the cold. Everything is unforgettable, but it is faint. Cui Zun is tireless, and I can keep the West Building Moon when I break the clouds.
Banded light eliminates wrinkles and old incense decomposes. The song of resentment is eternal, and Joan's pot is knocked out. I hate that spring is gone and I don't know anyone. It fills the night and empty space with pear blossoms and snow.
This is a poem about parting lovesickness, and it is an artistic masterpiece with twists and turns, rich levels, various changes and integrity. Chen Tingzhuo spoke highly of this word, especially the following films. He said: "The momentum is behind, and the showers are unstoppable. At the end of the song, I felt that the world was changing color. Lao Du said,' The intention is to fly, and the article is always mixed.' "
Zhuloulin Avenue, Bai Chi, Hua Lian
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
Hundred feet of Zhuloulin Avenue. There is a light thunder outside the building. Lonely people are gentle and elegant. Few people are idle.
In a flash, the dust of the car gave birth to a tree. Strangers go upstairs and grow old in the dust. On a thin night, the west wind blew rain. The Ming Dynasty was also a sad dynasty.
There are two kinds of people in this world: one is the people of Laozi and Zhuangzi, who always stand on the high clouds and satirize the worldly prosperity; The other is Confucianism, which is inextricably linked with the world emotionally, but intellectually does not accept the filth of the world. They are committed to changing the world, but they often suffer heavy or even fatal blows. Wang Guowei belongs to the latter category. He climbs high and sees far in poetry, but his eyes always look at the world, not the sky.
Qing ping le bie lai chun ban
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
The ancients thought that people were often connected in their dreams. If the other person can't dream, then he won't dream about the other person. It is impossible to fall in love at first sight in a dream, and the feeling of missing is beyond words, which shows the author's desire more strongly. With this kind of mood, he looked into the distance and looked at the spring grass growing everywhere, and suddenly found that "hate is like spring grass, and it is still alive further away."
Niannujiao breaks the rainbow rain.
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
On August 17, I stepped out of Yong 'an Tower with Zhu Sheng and went to Zhang Kuan Fuyuan for the moon. Occasionally, there are famous wines, because the guests are treated like golden lotus flowers. The guest is Sun, who is good at playing flute. Write long and short sentences in Yuefu without words.
Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, dyed mountains, trimmed eyebrows and new green. Guiying helps the poor, who is going the way, and the brightness is not enough tonight? Wan Li blue sky, Heng E where, driving this round of jade. Cold light is messy, who is biased?
When I was young, I chased you. When the night was cool, I walked around Bird Mu Sen. * * * Jin Furong, home in Wan Li, rare honour before. In my life, I love bagpipes in the north and south of the Yangtze River. Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frosted bamboo.
"In this life, I have loved the breeze songs in Jiangnan Jiangbei!" Three sentences pushed the poet's heroic and intense feelings to the peak. These three sentences are the best part of this word. Shi Shuo Xin Yu records that when the Eastern Jin Dynasty shone brilliantly in Wuchang, one autumn night in Jing Qing, I went to the South Building to enjoy a tour. When I was radiant, I said, "I am very happy here." Lao tze, you old man, there is a sense of heroism in your tone.