The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
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Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Liu Yong Yulinling
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
2. Poetry about repentance
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Qiuniang
Original text:
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
Modern poet Yu Dafu's "Diaotai Title Wall"
If you don't respect your former self and cherish your body, it's inevitable to pretend.
I once flogged a famous horse because I was drunk, and I was afraid of being tired of beauty.
Robbery in the southeast, cock crow, dust raised in the wind and rain,
Sad songs and tears will eventually make up for it, and benevolent people have words, Qin Huang.
Young mermaid, Chunhua Qiuyue: When is it?
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back at the middle of the month.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
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Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Spring willow in the city.
East wind is evil, and joy is thin. When she was sad,
Stay away from cable TV for a few years. No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears are everywhere.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan was there,
It's hard to believe a book. Mo, Mo, Mo!
3. Poems describing "repentance" include:
1. Regret being late in the East Hospital.
The enemy repented today and retreated.
3. Confession can be called.
4. It's too late to be surprised and regret.
5. Regret Huaiyin City at that time.
6. Regret after a while
7. It had come and gone before I knew it.
8. Chitose never regrets
Original and translation of the seventh sentence:
Inlaid harp
Author Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Thumb piano has 25 strings, but even so, each string and syllable is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls.
Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
Brief introduction of the poet:
Li Shangyin, born in Yuxi, was a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, it is called "Xiao", and together with Wen, it is called "Wen Li". Li Shangyin was one of the few poets who deliberately pursued the beauty of poetry in the late Tang Dynasty and even the whole Tang Dynasty. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. His poems are novel in conception, especially some love poems and untitled poems, which are touching, beautiful and spread widely. However, some poems (represented by Jinse) are obscure and inseparable, and there is a saying that "poets always love Quincy and hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng".