Author: Li Qingzhao-"Bodhisattva Man"
Content:
The sound of returning to Hong broke the clouds,
The snow on the back window fell straight into the furnace.
a phoenix shines at the bottom of a candle, and
the head of a hairpin is better than the light.
the sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and
the dawn returns to the bull's-eye.
it is difficult to see flowers in spring,
the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva Man (writing a book to build a mouth wall in Jiangxi)
Author: Xin Qiji
How many pedestrians shed tears when Yugu Platform went down the Qingjiang River! Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
the green hills cannot be covered, after all, they flow eastward. In the evening, the river is full of worries, and the mountains are full of partridges.
Wen Tingyun's Bodhisattva Man
Wen Tingyun
The hills overlap, and the clouds on the temples want to spend the fragrant cheeks and snow. Lazy to paint a moth eyebrow, late to make up.
Looking at the front and back mirrors of the flowers, the flowers face each other, the new post is embroidered with Luo (④), and both of them are golden partridges (⑤).
Bodhisattva Man
Zhu Shuzhen
The mountain pavilion and waterside pavilion are half square in autumn, and the phoenix is lonely and unaccompanied.
the gloom is renewed, and the two moths are only old.
when I get up, I am close to embroidering households, and sometimes I have a sparse firefly.
thank you for the pity of the moon, but it won't be round tonight.
Bodhisattva Man
Zhang Xian
Yi Lang returned to the upper floor.
the grass in front of the building is green every year.
green is like a robe.
when you turn around, the sleeves float.
lang robe should be old.
the color is not long.
fear is reflected in the mirror.
it's not as good as flowers and plants.
Bodhisattva Man
Du Anshi
The gossamer wants to fall back, and people will always face each other in the spring.
flowers * * * swallows compete for flying, while plums drizzle.
I left my sorrow unresolved and forgot to rely on it.
if you don't think about it, you will sleep and dream about Iraq.
Bodhisattva Man
Sun Zhu
There are still three drums at the top of the building, so there is no need to urge people to go!
it's hard to get on the horse in a hurry, and the pipa is not over yet.
looking back, it's even cheaper.
jade is the hall, and the jade hall is long tonight.
Bodhisattva Man
Li Shizhong
Zigui broke the tower and the moon, and painted boats and sang songs in the morning.
Litchi is red on both sides of the strait.
a beautiful woman is crying, and her clothes are wet with tears.
From then on, the news was sparse, and there were no geese flying in Lingnan.
Bodhisattva Man
Wang Anshi
Several huts were idle near the water, with narrow shirts and short hats hanging in the willows.
the flowers were red last year, and the wind blew all night.
when the new moon fades, you wake up late when you are drunk at noon.
what is the most important thing? Three or two orioles.
Bodhisattva Man
Yan Jidao
As soon as the mourning Zheng played Xiangjiang music, the sound of it was all green.
Finger thirteen strings, and tell the story of sadness in detail.
when the autumn water is slow, the jade column flies sideways.
when it hits the heartbroken, Chunshan's eyebrows are low.
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Mrs. Wei
The hills are shaded by the setting sun.
the balcony is full of shadows.
there are two or three houses across the bank, and there are red apricots on the wall.
Green Di Yang gets off the road and goes to the stream in the morning and evening.
after seeing Liu Mianfei for the third time, he left people and still hasn't returned.
bodhisattva man
palindromes. Always in my heart in summer
Su Shi
Liu Tingfeng is quiet, and people sleep in the daytime, and people sleep in the daytime.
the sweat is thin and the shirt is cool, and the cool shirt is thin and sweaty.
hand red ice bowl lotus root, lotus root bowl ice red hand.
Langxiao lotus root silk is long, and the filament lotus root smiles Langxiao.
Bodhisattva Man
Shu
Draw a boat and beat drums to urge you to go, and high-rise buildings leave wine for you to live in.
if you go to live for love, the tide in the Xijiang River will be flat.
the tide of the river is easy to get, but people live in the north and south.
it's empty today, so when will you be with me?
Bodhisattva Man
Huang Tingjian
On the bank of the half-smoke and half-rain creek bridge, the fisherman was drunk and nobody called him.
what's the meaning of laziness? Spring flowers and plants are fragrant.
if the mountains and rivers are waiting for us, this means something.
ask me where I'm going, and you know it.
Bodhisattva Man
He Zhu
The boat was loaded with sadness, and it was sent by firewood for no reason.
the setting sun is late, and I can't help myself.
who is with * * * on a good night depends on the dream between the windows.
When Kenai dreams back, it's a new parting!
Bodhisattva Man
Zhao Ling
In the spring breeze, the first hand is Mei Rui, and the Z posture is Leng Yan Mingsha Water.
if it is not known to the public, it must be a month and a period.
The fragrance is carefree and far away, so I'll see Chai first.
Yan Yaochi after the snow, the first poem in the world
Wen Tingyun's Bodhisattva Man
The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to spend the fragrant cheeks. Lazy to paint slices, late to make up and wash.
Looking at the flowers in the front and back mirror, the flowers and faces meet each other, the new posts are embroidered with Luo Luo, and both of them are golden partridges.
Bodhisattva Man
Huang Tingjian
The fisherman is drunk and nobody calls him.
what's the meaning of laziness? Spring flowers and plants are fragrant.
if the mountains and rivers are waiting for us, this means something.
Ask me where to go, and you will know yourself.
Bodhisattva Man Wei Zhuang
The Red Chamber is sad at night, and
The incense lamp is half rolled with tassels.
when waning moon goes out,
beauty and tears.
pipa Jin Cuiyu,
stringed in Oriole.
Advise me to go home early,
The green window is like a flower.
Everyone says Jiangnan is good,
Tourists only join the river and grow old in the south.
The spring water is bluer than the sky,
Draw a boat and listen to the rain.
It's like a moon on the edge,
Frost and snow on the wrist.
Don't return home before you are old,
You must be heartbroken when you return home.
Now I remember Jiangnan Music.
At that time, I was young and had a thin shirt.
Riding on a leaning bridge,
Building full of red-sleeved tricks.
Cuiping gold bends,
Drunk into flowers.
See the flowers at this time,
Never return.
I advise you to go to Shen Zui tonight.
Don't talk about the Ming Dynasty before you honor me.
cherish the host's heart,
wine is also affectionate.
Don't complain about the fullness of the golden cup.
if you meet wine and have fun,
life can be geometric.
The spring in Luoyang is good,
The talented people in Luoyang are old in other places.
Liu is in the dark at Wei Wangdi,
At this time, my heart turns to confusion.
peach blossom and spring water,
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