I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I don't see you drinking Yangtze River water.
When will this water stop this hatred? When can I make your heart like mine?
The Book of Songs
Qingqing Zitiao has been in my heart for a long time. I would rather not inherit this voice than find this child.
Qingqing's son has been wearing it for a long time. I think I'd rather not come if I don't go to see the children.
Picking up things, reaching for things, at the gate is like not seeing in March.
The Book of Songs is related to the pre-Qin period.
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day.
Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
Shangxie Han Yuefu Folk Songs
I want to know your evil spirits, and I want to know your longevity. The mountains and rivers are enduring, there is lightning and thunder in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer, so that heaven and earth dare to be with you.
Butterfly lovers's song Liu Yong
Look at the dangerous building wind carefully, and I am worried about spring and life in the sky. Who will lean against the fence in the afterglow of grass and smoke and say nothing?
I intend to treat madness and drunkenness as a song and strong music, but it is still tasteless. The wider the belt is pulled, the more it will make people haggard for Iraq.
Liang Zhu Ouyang xiu
The courtyard is deep, there are many piles of willows, the smoke screen is not heavy, the jade carving saddle is high, and Zhangtai Road is not seen.
Storm, closing at dusk in March. I didn't plan to stay in spring and spend tears flying over the swing.
Die Lian Hua Hua Lian Yan Shuge
The threshold chrysanthemum is sad, the smoke is blue, the tears are exposed, the curtain is light, the moon is cold, and I don't know how to leave the bitter oblique light to wear Zhujiajian.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. I want to send colored stationery and know that Suchi Mountain is long and rich.
Su Mu Gai Song Fan Zhongyan.
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green hills, sunset, aquatic plants, and ruthlessness outside the sunset.
The soul of the dark hometown pursues the journey every night, unless it is a good dream, people sleep in the bright moon building, sleep alone, and wine turns into acacia tears.
Make Xu think again.
If you don't miss life, you will miss it and be hurt by it. If you float in the clouds, your heart is like flying catkins, your breath is empty, and a wisp of fragrance is empty.
When the syndrome came, it happened to be half bright and half dark, half bright and half dark.
Jane yimei and Li Qingzhao
Red lotus root fragrance stays in the autumn, and Luo Shang is alone in the clouds. Who sent a brocade book to Yan Zi? When the moon comes back, it's all the West Wing.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of acacia, two kinds of carefree, this situation can not be eliminated, can only frown but mind.
Case Yuan Xin Qiji
At night, the east wind blooms and thousands of trees blow down the stars like rain. The BMW carved cars are full of incense, and the phoenix fluttered and the jade pot lights turned to fish and dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, gold thread, laughter and fragrance went to the crowd to look for her, and suddenly they looked back at the man in the dim light.
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a flower-like pluck. Saint Zhuangzi is daydreaming, and the king's longing for love is crying in the cuckoo.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears, the sea is as green as the moon, and the blue fields breathe their emeralds at the sun. Before I knew it, the moment that should last forever had come and gone.
Yu Linling Song Liu Yong
Chilling sorrow for the pavilion at the beginning of the night shower, drinking behind closed doors, careless nostalgia. Lanzhou urged me to hold hands and look at me with speechless eyes. Want to go to a thousand miles, Chu Tiankuo has been sentimental and sad since ancient times. Being left out is worse. Where is Tomb-Sweeping Day? Where are the breezes and waning moons in Yang Liuan? This should be a good time for many years, but who should I tell about the strange customs?
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless days. I don't think about it. I can't forget it. Nowhere to talk about. Even if I meet you, I should be ignorant of dust.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window is to dress and take care of each other. Only tears can break your heart every year, and the moon will disappear.
Que Qiao xian Qin Guan
Thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread hatred, and the darkness of silver and China is far away. You win when you meet, but there are countless people.
Tender as water, the ceremony is like a dream. If the relationship between two people is long, will it be sooner or later?
Qiu Yan's Ci Yuan Haowen
Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
The Book of Songs, National Style and Qin Feng.
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long;
Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years.
The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing;
Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jia Jian is picking, and the white dew is not finished.
The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right;
Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
The emperor's eyes are always staring at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Pear garden flute has new white hair, pepper room green moth is old. Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
There is also a farewell song-there is a sad love story between Lu You and Tang Wan. Go and have a look if you are interested.
Chaitoufeng decoction pill
The world is thin, human feelings are poor, rain is easy to send sunset flowers, wind is easy to dry tears, and it is difficult to write alone.
Everyone becomes his own person, and his soul is not his own yesterday. It is often like the sound of a thousand horns, cold nights, and people's fear of asking questions, swallowing tears, pretending to be happy and keeping secrets.
Long-haired phoenix travels on land.
Red crisp hands, yellow rice wine, spring scenery in the city, palace walls, Liu Dongfeng evil, with a thin heart and a melancholy mood, left the wrong line for several years
Spring is as thin as an old man's eyes, tears are red, and peach blossoms fall into idle pools. Although Shanmeng is hard to trust in the brocade book.
There is also a peacock flying southeast. It is famous that you are the concubine of the stone, and Puwei's tough silky stone does not shift.
Peacock Flying Southeast and Mulan Poetry are both called Yuefu and Yuefu.
Endless acacia tears cast red beans (it seems to be such a sentence, but I can accurately tell you the red bean words in a dream of red mansions)
When can you stop thinking and hating (it seems that Li Bai wrote 8 too clearly)
Even in this bright fire of love, there are the most beautiful flowers. Are there only ashes? I don't remember the source, sorry.
It's like a double-screen Qian Qian knot (ditto+silk and thought pun)
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, sunny but affectionate. The author doesn't remember the sunshine.
I remember these now. Some poems are too long, just copy them. There are many poems, especially those written by poets, which are emotional.
Next time I'm interested in telling you, it's rare to play so much at present.