Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji Genre: Ci
Broken sorrow, the wind shakes the bamboo outside the screen window, and people go to the flute to break the building.
I am alone, and I can't bear to see March. I looked up and thought Qianshan was green, but I tried to send a piece of paper.
Read from the beginning before you come to the book.
Acacia word, empty and full, Acacia chapter, when enough, a little drop, full of tears.
Well, there is no loss in visiting grass, and weeping willows only hinder the human eye. The most bitter thing is that the moon has stood up.
At dusk, the column is dry.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu Style: Ci
How deep is the yard? [ 1]
Ruyan Liu, [2]
Curtains have no multiplicity.
Yule Carved Saddle Patrol Metallurgy Department, [3]
The building is too high to see Zhangtai Road. [4]
March storm,
The door covered the dusk,
There is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers,
Red flies over the swing. [5]
Magnolia slowness
Year: Song Author: Yong Style: Ci
I hate that the warbler flowers are getting old and the grass is fragrant and green. Spring lodging is hard to buy because the vertical hole costs thousands of dollars. Plum blossoms are always in a hurry and covered with branches. Outside the door, on the bank of weeping willows, who is the blue boat? The long years have passed. Too many sighs. Painting aperture, often looking up, are all spring worries. Dongfeng came late, which was even worse. He was whipped into the library for fear of fast-flushers. Shuang Yan came back and asked me why I couldn't get the curtain hook.
Poetry] relatives are far away from home.
Yu changxiong
It's in that attic. They are old.
Their empty bodies are not completely sad.
A beam of strawberry light came from the stairs.
The hand reaching out to dusk makes us doubt.
It can only grasp the inner white clouds.
There is also the figure of a person fleeing.
It will hide in a dream and keep company with swans last night.
Relatives are going far away. They are old.
Once suffering will appear in a new heaven.
The happiness of the past will end today.
Flowers in heaven began to wait for names.
Its opening song will start with a piece of loess.
We see the turning point of the rainy season, where there is love.
Sneak into a stranger's house at midnight.
Everyone knew the next day.
My relatives, they still live in the attic.
I even think the strawberry is still shining.
From stairs to streets to the whole area
Baiyun, I thought the same thing years ago.
But dusk has not come yet.
Now, the swan has taken my place.
I can only say that I am pale in hallucinations.
My relatives, they are standing in the distance.
For those who catch a glimpse of happiness by chance.
Their empty bodies are not completely sad.
Elegy will flow to hell. As for death,
He only looks at life through music.
Another unrequited paradise.