Bi Du Hong Heng Xiang, ice silk play on the cool.
The peaks and hills are similar, and nine doubts are heartbroken.
Early winter night, drinking Tang Dumu.
I am like Ji An, the governor of Huaiyang County, who is often ill. I have a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. When I am in a foreign land, I only bring first frost with sleeves of the Qing Dynasty, oil lamps and candles.
The snow on the steps is like a bunch of white pears. Who will be on the fence next year?
Two songs for the geisha Tang Li Shangyin.
The water is like a jade chain, and the next Cai Chengwei is in danger.
Red cherries contain snow, and heartbroken voices sing sunshine.
Two Poems of Tang Li Shangyin in the Same Year
There are several beautiful caves in Longshan, and the snow is clear and the phoenix building is red.
I am drunk for hurting love, and I am too lazy to persuade pomegranate flowers.
On Tang Juyi's drunken drama
I know it's as cold as winter, and always call me a monk.
Drunk Luo Qiwen tonight, you have melted the ice jade pot.
Zaqu Geisha sits at night singing Tang Li Bai.
The winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sat in the North Hall for a long time. Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir in the month, and the blue bowl is bright and mournful. The blue jar went out, and the crying turned more. Cover my tears and listen to your songs. The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings. Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
Two Poems of Wang Changling's "Farewell to Furong Inn and Xin Qiji"
The cold rain entered Wu day and night, and it was lonely to see Fujian.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
It's autumn in the south of Danyang, cloudy and deep in the north of Danyang.
High-rise buildings should not be drunk, lonely and cold.
The sentimental writer Yi Lee.
Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
Zhang Sui County, Qian Qiu
A few pelicans, report to Ren Fangfei. Cherish the spring to break the residual red, the rain is light and the wind is strong, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.
Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. After dark, the east window is not white and lonely.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes!
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.