Nalan Xingde’s lyrics are good, and the complete works are presented here.
Sauvignon Blanc
One step away from the mountains, one step away from the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it’s deep in the night with thousands of tent lights.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
Die Lianhua
Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky, it is like a ring overnight, and it is determined every night (beside the jade). If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
It is not easy to cut off the worldly fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly
Mulan's poem
If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan. It’s easy to change the heart of an old friend, but he said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change
Lishan’s words are half past midnight, and the tears and rain are still lingering without complaint. How unlucky is the man in brocade to make a wish that day with wings and branches
Huanxi Sand
Who misses the west wind and is alone in the cold, the rustling yellow leaves close the window, meditating on the past and setting the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Nan Xiangzi - Inscribing a Photo for the Forgotten Wife
The tears are even more silent, and I regret my past feelings. I rely on my paintings to reflect on my feelings, and I am so sad that I can't paint them.
The other words are so clear, I wake up early from my dream at midnight, I wake up from my dream early in the morning, and even more, I cry out the raindrops on the eve of the wind.
Golden Thread Song - Presented to Liang Fen
Virtue is also a gift to the ear. Occasionally, in Zichen Jingguo, Wuyi family, there is wine but pouring on Zhaozhou soil. Who would be born with this intention?
I don't believe it, so I become a confidant. His blue eyes are not old even when he sings loudly. He wipes away the tears of a hero before his honour. Don't you see, the moon is like water.
***You must be drunk this night. Moreover, he and E Mei's ballads are taboo in ancient and modern times. There is no need to ask about my long life, just ignore it with a sneer. Start thinking and repent from the beginning. A thousand kalpas are expected in one day, and I am afraid that I will end up in another life due to the fate of my body. However, the promise is important, and you must remember it.
Jiang Chengzi - Ode to History
The wet clouds are all over the sky, and the peaks are low. The shadows are desolate and confusing, and I look suspicious. Neither fog nor smoke, when the goddess wants to come. If life is a dream, no one knows except in dreams.
Picking mulberry seeds
The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, and laugh at me now. Disappointing the heart of spring, walking alone and singing alone.
Recently, I am afraid that talking about the past will cause knots all over my neck. The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams?
Huanxisha
Who knows that wandering around is not a pity? The old travel season is so beautiful. Heartbroken people come from menstruation.
A blush comes from the rain, with a few wisps of soft green and smoke. The beautiful soul disappears before the sunset.
Qinyuanchun
Three days before the Double Ninth Festival of Dingsi, the deceased woman dreamed of wearing light makeup and plain clothes, holding her hands and choking with sobs, saying too many words that she could no longer remember. But there is a parting saying: "I would like to be the moon in the sky with my hatred, and I will still be reunited with Lang every year." The woman has never written poetry, and she doesn't know how she got it, so she feels that it is a poem.
Life is fleeting, life is so miserable, how can you forget when you are wandering low? I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, red rain was blowing; the curved place of the embroidered lantern was surrounded by the setting sun. Dreams are so hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I will cry even more when I win. The remains are there, but they are only turned around without being allowed to take a closer look.
Rediscover the vast blue sky. If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning. The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced. It’s really helpless, the sound of the beautiful sound is next to the flute, and the music is composed of the ileum.
Die Lianhua - Out of the Fortress
There is no definite basis for the mountains and rivers in ancient and modern times. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, horses come and go frequently. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees.
In the past there were countless grievances. The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk. How deeply in love. The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain.
Qinyuan Spring
Looking at the Yinshan Mountain, I feel ecstatic and speechless. Seeing a few clusters of green peaks, you can see a ruler of genius; there is a patch of yellow sand, and there is no trace of dust on the winding ground. The Broken Leaf City is desolate, the flying clouds pile up in the distance, and the cold smoke outside the sculpture is miserable. After hesitating for a long time, suddenly the ice cliff turned to rocks, and thousands of valleys were thundered.
The poor side is self-sufficient and the autumn is beautiful. Why bother? I will hate you so much in my life. It is desolate and desolate, the moth eyebrows are left in the tomb; the rotten grass is buried, the horse bones are empty on the platform. The river turns to the north, and the bucket handle crosses to the south. There is a little bit of frost on the temples and premature aging. If you don’t believe it, if you look back to the west wind, everything will be miserable.
Shuilongyin - Inscribed Ji Tu
It should be noted that when celebrities fall in love, they are usually easily sad. The sound of Keting is gone, the four strings are broken, and the evil wind blows away. Thousands of miles away from home, neither life nor death, this life is a good one. For the yellow sand and white grass, the leaves curl up, and I hate it all my life, and write it all over again.
They should be the Yaotai couple, only Duo, Zhanqiu and his wife. In the severe cold, a few lines of rural tears echoed like rain. The size and width are heavily covered, and the jade beauty has been passed down for thousands of years, but it still has no owner. Monsters are blessed with great blessings, and God will pay for them, but they are idiots and idiots.
Huanxi Sand
The remaining snow condenses on the screen. The plum blossoms and the flute have been updated three times. There is no place where the moon is bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak.
Meet each other happily
The clouds touch the distant peaks, and the coldness is just like my eyebrows at dawn and day.
Red wax tears, green silk quilt, the water is heavy, but listening to the west wind with Huang Maoye shop.
Meet each other happily
The falling flowers are like a dream, the musk smoke is faint, and the setting sun dives to the west of the small building.
My sorrow is endless and I am so thin. Who knows, I am teaching a parrot in a jade cage to recite Lang's poems.
Zhaojun’s Resentment
Who would cherish a good spring in confinement? Yao Jie stood in the dusk. The sound of orchestral music in other courtyards was indistinct.
The pear blossoms are about to fade again, and the embroidery quilt is cold in spring tonight. Locking the red door in silence, Meng Chengen.
Zhaojun's Resentment
The twilight rain blows the wetness, and the weary willows are worried about the lotus and the wind is rushing. Skinny bones can't help but fall, and they always feel sad.
What do you say if you are not in the mood? It's not the time to complain. The drums have been updated three times, and the dream must come true.
Jiuquanzi
Xie Quetumi, a piece of moon is as bright as water. The incense of the seal script has faded away, but I am still awake and the crows are crowing in the morning.
Poppies
The colorful clouds disperse easily into the autumn sky, and the swallows sigh in pity. There is no reason for separation and separation several times, and I win a kiss and a kiss.
Guihong Old Testament Shuangqian arrives, you can send fragrant notes. It's better not to think about the past, and just look at the setting sun with a red pillow on your pillow.
Poppy
The wind extinguishes the smoke from the stove, leaving only a solitary shadow. The teachings are in a state of disarray and the noble ones are drunk, but who is the sober person in the world?
It’s rare to find wine among the flowers. After drinking it, you scratch your head. I always fall asleep drunk when I am free and worried, but I am afraid I will still be in front of you when I wake up.
Poppy
Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off. What's the matter with the setting sun? It's almost dusk, but there are still unawakened souls in the world.
The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret thread is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night.
Yu Meiren
Ping you in charge of the flower class, don’t let me down. Seeing the chickens and dogs ascending the ladder to heaven, Huang Jiu invited Qin Qi to plow the mud.
Those who are thin and crazy seem to be fat and good, but those who are fat and fat will laugh. Laughing at his many illnesses and chronic poverty, he is not as good as all the other nobles who go to Fengchen.
Reminiscing about the south of the Yangtze River - Thoughts on Su Shuanglin Chanyuan
Disheartened, I have yet to become a complete monk. The wind and rain wear away the farewell of life and death. It seems like we have known each other only in isolation, but our love cannot be awakened.
After shaking, the clear blowing is audible. The patter of raindrops floats on the golden well leaves, and when I hear the wind and the sound of bells, I am reminded of the beauty of the city.
Reminiscing about Jiangnan
Reminiscing about Jiangnan, people are passing by here. A handful of rouge sinks into the blue, the walls of the pavilion are surrounded by red curtains, and there is a lot of news in the summer breeze.
Reminiscing about Jiangnan
Spring has gone, and people are painting the east side of the building. The grass is green and sticky in one corner of the sky, and the fallen flowers and red celery are three bows in the water. Who agrees with the good times?
Die Lianhua
Xiao Selancheng looked at her old age, but because she was afraid of being sentimental, she did not say words of pity. I lean on the flower in the pavilion and feel sad without saying a word. The faint fragrance floats everywhere and I know where it is.
Back on the moonlit road in the old days, the cuffs of my sleeves were fragrant and cold, and my heart was as bitter as the autumn lotus. Don't talk about living among flowers. People who cherish flowers will leave them without owners.
Reduced word magnolia
We meet without saying a word, a hibiscus catches the autumn rain. The little girl is dizzy with redness, and the servant girl's heart is like a phoenix.
When the general calls out in a low voice, he is just concentrating his feelings to avoid being seen. If you want to complain about your deep feelings, you turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
The begging tower is empty, the Ying'e pond is cold, and the festive season is only filled with sorrow. Ding Ningxiu exposed the old clothes and recalled that his bare hands had sewn them into pieces.
The lotus powder is red, the rhombus silk is green, and the stars are bright in the sky. I come to you in a dream with my own hands, and I believe that heaven and earth are not illusions.
Hua Tang Chun
A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It is easy to beg for ointment to the blue bridge, but it is difficult to escape into the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
Lotus Leaf Cup
Who is the confidant? Already. Win and miss his life. Love seems to be ruthless in ancient times, and regrets are clear in other words.
Mo Daofang's time is easy to pass, day and night. Cherish the good days. Guidance for Yi's destiny to come again, and the drizzle to wash away her legacy.
Frost Sky Dawn Corner
Let’s drink wine again and destroy all the willows in front of the wind. If you ask about the mood of looking at flowers, how can it be enough to look like the same day?
Don't be thin because of the west wind, drink frequently and scratch your head. Since ancient times, blue flies and white walls have been arranged by God.
Nangezi
The ancient garrison was hungry and the birds gathered, and the wild pheasants were flying in the deserted city. In what year is the fire of calamity left with ashes, try to see the heroes with green blood, full of dragons.
The jade tent is empty and the bases are divided, and the golden bamboo stick has stopped blowing. When the east wind looks back, it will lead to misfortune, and if it does not lead to death, it is not humanly possible.
Langtaosha - Looking at the sea
The mirage is half blurred, and I exclaimed when I stepped on the waves. Any general will laugh at the world. Bathing in the sun's glory and bathing in the moon, I want to take advantage of it.
Caught six fish? The pole brushes the coral. Sangtian Qingqian asked Magu. The air floats and the water is collected every day. Is that a Peng Hu?
Good things are coming soon
Looking at the green mountains from the horse's head, it is so scattered and prosperous. Then look towards the broken smoke and decaying grass, and recognize the inscription on the moss stele.
Don't talk about the broken halberd, only shed tears of sadness in autumn. Under the setting sun, under the Ming Tombs, I passed by Xinfeng Hunting Cavalry.
Nanlou Ling - Chongjiu outside the Great Wall
The ancient trees are approaching people in autumn, and the hair on the temples is frightened. It's the Double Ninth Festival, where can I be sad? I remember the melancholy things that happened back then, when it was windy and rainy, and I went down to the south building.
How long can a broken dream be left, but the fragrant soul will cease after crying. Weird cicadas, empty quilts. The frost is falling, the crows are crowing, and I can't sleep. I just want to think about the old romance.
The Bodhisattva is wild
The fluttering awnings just spin around in shock, and the pedestrians pass by and the smoke is far away. Recognize the river immediately, Maoling is full of wind and rain.
Lonely palace locks, Buddhist chanting glazed fire. Wild geese and palace crows, deep in the mountains, the sun is easy to slant
A string of ropes
The wild fire blows the clouds slightly green, and the west wind cries at night. The wings of wild geese line up in the autumn sky, recalling the music written toward and against the mountain.
Mountains and seas have been overturned several times. The female wall stands slantingly. It seems that Zulong has spent all his efforts on building it for whom?
Qing Ping Le
The horns are wailing, and the crescent moon is being carried. The past years were like lightning, and we couldn't bear to say goodbye again and again.
A whip breaks through the yellow ashes, wandering in the shadows of the chaotic mountains. Suddenly I remembered last year, today, when I returned from the Ming Tombs.
Sparse Shadows - Bajiao
Where the Xiang curtain is rolled up, there is a green shadow, which is covered by the eaves. The small standing skirt is often accompanied by the spring breeze, covering the golden strands of the embroidered bed. A bundle of love is hard to unfold, wrapped in tears and filled with sorrow every other year. Late at night, I listen carefully to the raindrops on the empty stairs, but my dreams are unfounded.
It is the time of loneliness in autumn, with a little bit of partial sound, making it difficult to help others. The valerian has been cold for the first time, and has woken up from the hangover. The two pestles are smashed into pieces. The west wind has wiped out all the phoenix leaves in the courtyard, but there is still some green shade left. Thinking of the beauty and the dew coming, I once wrote a heart-breaking sentence.
The first branch of the east wind - peach blossom
The weak east wind makes the night rain miserable, but the courtyard is still the same at dawn. I went to Cui Lang passionately, and I should sigh at last year's face. The Xiang curtain is rolled up, and I have already lost my mind, painting Liang Qiyan. The most charming one, the oriole crows at dawn, and a branch still trembles after flying away.
Back to the mountain, it blooms everywhere at dusk. Think of a lonely shadow and a sunset. Who moved to Tinggao, with dizzy eyebrows and blue eyes. The wind and rain at the fifth watch will not let up, but the glimmer of spring. Next to the wall, it was difficult to distinguish the Jianglou last night.
Looking at the sea tide - Baozhu Cave
The desert wind and rain, the cold smoke and the grass are declining, and the mountains and rivers are full of rise and fall. The mountains are empty in the daytime and the night is clear, so it’s especially desolate. The past is the most painful. I think of the bronze camel alleys and the scenery of the golden valley. Several palaces have been abandoned, and boys are still herding cattle and sheep.
The deserted sand is a vast expanse, with a line of mulberry trunks and sculptures flying in the cold snow. A wisp of smoke, a third of dream rain, I can't bear to watch the setting sun outside the forest. Returning to the wild geese in two or three rows, I saw chaotic clouds and low water, and iron cavalry on the barren hills. It's dusk when the monks are eating, and the cool moon blows on their clothes in the pine gate.
Golden chrysanthemum versus hibiscus - Shangyuan
The golden duck disappears the fragrance, the silver Qiu purges the water, and the sound of the flute is heard at night. Just above Lin Xueji, the mandarin ducks are shining brightly. After the fish and dragon dance, the fragrant carriage disappeared, leaving the statue in front of him, his sleeves covering Wu Ling. Traveling wildly like a dream, but now empty memories, secret appointments to burn the lamp.
It is difficult to remember the past. Sighing at the Fire Tree Star Bridge, looking back is drifting. But the nine-cloud misty moon is still bright. The beacon fire is frightening in the Chutian area. I wonder if it will shine on Jiangcheng tonight. There is still wine in the small window, and the lamp is dim, don't shut yourself up.
Royal Flower - Chongjiuye
Late autumn is better than spring, love is deep in the cold fragrance. The six small screens of the Zhulou are lonely and dusty. Qiuwei cigarettes are sold out, people sleep in their dreams, and there are only a few broken insects and pestles. Even if you insist on having fun, you will always have no feeling of despair.
Recalling those years, I looked at the bright red cornus and looked at it with admiration. What's going on now? I sit on my Zen couch, tea and cigarettes, afraid of singing and dancing. Jade millet grows in the cold, and the moon is bright and clear. Sighing the desolation at this time, why should the city be full of wind and rain.
The Romantic Son - Chronicles of the Autumn Suburbs
The grass in the plains is withered, but after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow-leafed trees are in full bloom. I remember Yule Qingsi, when the flowers were falling, I once picked up greenery and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are all gone, and the frost shadows are red and withered. The autumn water reflects the sky, the cold smoke is like weaving, soap sculptures are flying everywhere, the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.
You must have fun in life, do you know? It’s easy for your temples to fade. Since I said goodbye to Dongjun, I have been bored in Changdi. Counting the merits and fame, I have won them with this body. I shoot tigers in short clothes and sell wine in the western suburbs. Then he waved his hair against the horse in the shadow of the setting sun.
Moyu'er - Looking out at the rainy day at noon
The sky is rising, half a pole is soft green, and there are countless cattail leaves on the tops of cattails. The pavilion is covered with smoke and the willows are dark, and a white bird is about to dance with a fish in its mouth. Hongqiao Road is home to the Zhengyi School, where paintings of boats, flutes and drums flow. Vomiting, dumb and soft, the oar is blowing, and the new lotus is brushed early. It suddenly turns along the embankment, breaking through the green rain.
Jianjiazhu, does not reduce the depth of Xiaoxiang. The Feifei desert is like mist droplets turning into a piece of Mermaid tears, and it is also like Miluo throwing a poem. It is difficult to express sorrow, only colorful threads and fragrant wild rice pulses will last forever. I am sad and can't say anything. I remember that day in the flag pavilion, the water was gone and the wine stopped the wind.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou - Picture of Autumn Coolness in the Western Mountains
The empty mountain is quiet, and the shadows of the moon and water are sinking. No one is allowed to invade the leisurely world. At the end of the year, when I recall the places I visited, I still remember the half-pole slanting light, a hint of sparse forest. In the top thatched hut, Lao Na was singing alone.
There is tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, and music playing by the stream. How many clogs are there in this life, who knows the wandering mind? I planned to ride the wind back home, but by mistake I looked back at Huaian. When would I get the hairpin? Cloth stockings and blue shoes are about to be found, but I'm looking for a picture.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou - Inscribed on the Yueyang Tower
The setting sun and the lake, the ancient Yueyang City. When I arrived, I was half a visitor, and I counted my names one by one. I wanted to ask where the traces were, but I saw microwaved wooden leaves and a few clusters of fishing rafts. How much separation and regret, the mournful geese descended from the front pavilion.
It is better to rain suddenly, to be full of moon when it is spinning, and even better to be sunny. The countless gold and jade in the world do not promise emptiness and brightness. The light ink is used to create the texture, and when you drag a stroke horizontally, it brings out the nine doubts of green. It's like Xiaoxiang night, playing the harp of the old elf
Golden Thread Song - Thoughts on the anniversary of the deceased wife's death
When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. I also feel that the human world is tasteless, not as good as the dusty night platform, a deserted place where sorrow is buried. The promise was abandoned.
If there is a Pisces in Chongquan, I would like to know who he is and who I can depend on for the joys and sorrows of the past. Since the end of the night, I have turned sideways, and I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's principles. When I become a close friend, I'm afraid that both of them will be ill-fated and meet again in the lingering wind of the moon. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.
Golden Thread Song - Jian Liang Fen
Sprinkle all your tears for no reason, don’t come to this world by mistake because of his loneliness in Qionglou. Idiots who believe in Taoism are blessed with great blessings, but whoever sends them away will give birth to wisdom. Don't worry about it, it's just a waste of fame. Officials are like broken stems, only the general, the voice and the shadow provide for the barking of the crowd. Heaven wants to ask, but it's time to stop.
I feel so deeply in love that I judge myself to be haggard. Turn to Ding Ning, fragrant pity is easy to burn, jade pity is lightly broken. I envy and kill the strangers in the world of mortals, blindly drunk and dreaming of death. Sing and cry, guess what you want. To survive Wu Jizi's life is to worry about everything else in front of him. The one who knows me is Liang Fener.
Golden Thread Song
The sparse shadow touches the scroll. With frost, high and low, all the powder and fat are sent away. Don't be too charming for the quiet feeling, the traces of the red candle's cry will disappear. Take advantage of the bright moon and light the floating ice cocoon. Just like the flower god, it can be splashed freely, and the light ink has no depth. Hold on to the basic barrier and show it at night.
The remnants are hidden and exposed. On the opposite side, hibiscus and jade bloom, and crane feathers are flat and silver. But when I was comforted by white clothes, I was like a dog in the clouds. The dust is separated and the soft red is avoided. People can't sleep in the west wind behind the curtain, and they are willing to cherish the clear light and cherish the Qiu Dian. Just take it off and cut it off.
Golden Thread Song - Comforting Ximing
What makes you so miserable? But let him and God tease you, don't teach grinding and nirvana. Every time there are more disappointments and less success, few people will be satisfied in the end. You must know that blessings are lost only because of their causes. Lying alone on the bed of quinoa and watching the Big Dipper, I carried the high city on my back and played the jade flute until it turned to blood. Listen to the Qiao drum and watch the music clearly.
The husband did not want to be too hot, so he took a leisurely trip and cooked food in the five lakes in a small boat. Tears are like the endless autumn rain, and they are sprinkled on the yellow butterfly of Noda. You must not envy and Chengming trains. The horses, carriages, and dust are still busy, let the west wind blow the cold Chang'an moon. There is also a small temple with flowers like snow.
Qinyuan Chun-Dai Mourning
The dream is cold and wet, but I look at Shanshan, it is Ye Feiye. The sad orchid paste stains the powder, but the rhino knot is still left; the gold mud is embroidered, and the cicada veil is covered in the air. The shadow is weak and difficult to hold, the relationship is deep and temporarily separated, only the sorrow of separation lingers at the end of the sea. When I return, at the end of the month before the star, my soul is in the pear blossom.
The Luanjiao continues to play the pipa, and if you ask about it, the calyx will be green and blooming. But it is broken for no reason, and it is like the wind and waves; it is better to be scattered, and it is judged by the dust. The most vivid memories are of looking at each other, coquettishly giggling about Taoism, and pouring tea by cutting silver lamps with hands. Now that it's over, I see him again in the tent. It looks like the Yi family.
The green shirt is wet all over - Mourning
The green shirt is wet all over, comfort me with Yi, and then forget about each other. Half a month ago, I was trying to help the sick, and the sound of scissors was still in the silver vat. Recall that I was born timid and had an empty room. Until now, I am alone with the shadow of pear blossoms, cold and desolate. I hope that my soul will know the way, and I will teach you how to search for dreams.
The Jade Hook Sloping Road is just a stone’s throw away. It’s easy to enjoy it, with creeping grass and the setting sun. Wake up from a long sleep, mix with clear tears, and stir in pepper paste. Afraid of the secluded spring, but also sad for me. If a Taoist scholar is born with a bad life, it is better to take a breather. If there is no further delay, there will be resentment and sorrow. It is expected that the secret vows will be reunited, and the tender intestines will be broken.
The east wind is coming together
The lightning is rushing, the light is flowing, the person is born with a bad life, and there are tears like a flood. It's just a joke, but in the end it's always boring. Desire has been separated from hatred for many years. The words have been exhausted, but the hatred has not disappeared. Who can control the sound of Qiongxiao due to one day's melancholy?
The past is so far away, and the moon in front of the window is illuminated several times in the sky. Old love and new dream, the Little Red Bridge with Wild Goose Teeth. It's the best time to burn lanterns, so it's a good time to do a spring bun and warm the grapes with wine. Desolate, five green jade branches fluttering in the wind and rain.
Dayu - Send to Liangfen
Just a stove of smoke and a window of moon can ruin your beauty. The time is still in my eyes, and there is a bit of dust blowing up for no reason. Twisting the broken branches with his hands, he pondered about the past, as if he had no evidence of his previous life. Who can send the scales? I think there is only a shadow at the end of the world, and the wind and rain are miserable. He will damage Wu Ling by calendering, and stain the Shu paper with his cries. Who can give him a gift?
It was not a mistake at that time. I loved the moon and the moon, and I was jealous of the gods. Zhun Xiuqian and spring return swallows talk to each other from the beginning, and strive to teach others and understand others' words. In case of being separated from the soul, the dream will be haunted by the cold fragrance. I just heard the Chengtou drum. What's the benefit of missing each other? When I wish you the next life, my wisdom will be in the same place.
Xiaoxiang Rain - Sending Ximing back to Cixi
A night of rain in Chang'an added a touch of autumn color. But at this time of depression, I listened to the Weicheng bagpipes again for no reason. We cannot stay in the city so close to each other. We have forgotten each other for a long time, but here we only remember each other. Yiyi Bailu Danfeng, gradually farther and farther, the end of the world north and south.
Desolate. What happened in Guizhou Lou that day? How did the general celebrities resolve it? A donkey with a soap hat, the west wind is shining, and there are traces of tired travel. In the past twenty years, the south of the Yangtze River is still in a state of decline, and I lament that it is difficult to find a person or a close friend. You must love wine and be able to write poems. You must be able to appreciate the lake and be well, with a straw hat and a straw hat.
The water dragon sings—send Sun Younan back again
Life in the north and south is really like a dream, but it lies high in the Jinshan Mountain. The white waves pass away in the east, the birds sing and the flowers fall, let the sun set. Don't let the wine fill your glass. I'll send you home with a sigh of relief. Then the vast expanse of mist spreads, and the half-sailed moon fades. I look back several times and miss my lovesickness.
It can be recalled that Chaimen is deeply closed. The jade rope is low and the lamp is whispering at night. Life is like this, there will be less after farewell, it is better not to meet. I am worried about Xixuan, the leaves on the wall are dark, it is windy and rainy at dusk. Even more embarrassing, there are several golden and iron horses, which help the desolation.
Moonlight Begonia-Beyond the Great Wall of the Zhongyuan Dynasty
The wild fire burned the remains of the original head, sighing for the heroic soul, and the talent disappeared secretly.
In the ancient country, I asked about the east wind and how many times it was cool or hot. Shockingly, it’s the Ghost Festival again.
The desolate situation is the farewell in sorrow. In vain, the moon travels thousands of miles away. The most unforgettable thing about the cold dew is the lotus leaves all over the ground. Qingluan Yao, the clear blue sky, clouds and sea sound.
Taicheng Road - Chinese Valentine's Day outside the Great Wall
Autumn is early in Bailang Hebei, and the Star Bridge welcomes the river drum again. The frequency of clear leakage shifts, the slight clouds become wet, it is the golden wind and jade dew. Both eyebrows are frowning. When you return home and step on the elm flowers, you will complain. I'm just afraid that when we meet again, we will look at each other even more speechless.
There are countless farewells in the world, standing still in front of the melon and fruit feast, in the blue sky. Thousands of flowers are connected, and one leaf of lovesickness is drifting with the wind. It's hard to live in a good place, but it's not even empty, and the cold fragrance cries the dawn. Tonight, my grandson laughs and makes people sad.
The courtyard is full of flowers
The crows are rumbled by the snow, horses are leaping on the ice of the river, and the wind blows the dragon pile. Weeping in the dark night, this scene is always sad. Waiting to dance in the middle of the night, there are village chickens wherever there is no one. It should only be that the golden bamboo shoots secretly, and the clothes are stained with tears.
It should be noted that the outcome of the chessboard has been overturned in the past and present events. I sigh one after another, and look back and make mistakes. There are only a few lines of ancient history left, and the stele is broken and broken under the setting sun. Time flies, mixed with river water, how long will it flow back?
The river is full of red
The north and south of Yan should not be separated, and the moon shines thousands of miles away. Who misses me? At the foot of Rouge Mountain, the autumn atmosphere is so sad. When I was young, I was startled by the clear dew, but when I slept alone, I most cherished the rich and greasy fragrance. In the night, the cries of crows and crows are heard at the fourth watch.
Infinitely sold, a tragic song. Evening is endless, lovesickness tears. Thinking of my hometown tonight, who is leaning against the jade fence? Wishful dreams do not come to Qinghai, and the word "unintentional" is temporarily written on the red paper. Saying goodbye, I don’t care about Dong Tang Gui.
Manjianghong
To ask Aunt Feng what happened, I emptied the land. It’s not like Jiangnan has a good spring and I’m jealous of the beautiful weather. The leaves have all returned to the crow's roost without being found, and the frightened swallows have returned with flying wings. God is so great that he doesn't care about people who are worried and adds to their haggardness.
After a while, sleep in front of the lamp. Listening to half the salary makes me feel drunk. Clinique gauze blocks it, and the painting screen is deep green. A single shadow is desolate under the remaining candle, and the departed soul is floating in the autumn sky. It's really pointless to always follow him, pouring powder and fragrance.
Linjiang Fairy·Han Liu
Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers, destroyed by layers of ice and snow. A sparse tree is cold at dawn. The bright moon is good for loving him, and being haggard is also relevant. Finally, after the silken threads have shaken, they turn to teach people to recall the Spring Mountains. The dream of skirt is intermittently difficult. How much hate the west wind blows away the eyebrows.