Liu Xia Sheng Ge Yuan, floret Dang. Remember what happened in the Spring Mansion that day and write it to jathyapple in the red window. Who should send Lian Xiao?
Crimson wax is idle with tears, and Wu silkworm is lingering. How much hatred can a green temple provide? It is better to be heartless than to break a string. This year is older than last year.
2. Ming Xia Yan? Huanxisha The courtyard is dark and the sun sets.
The courtyard is heavy, the sky is crooked, and full of green is full of flowers. Spring dream travels around the world.
The wind blows the curtain low, the pond rains and the frog cries. Wine wakes the moon and shines on the window screen.
3. Song Li Qingzhao? Jiang Lin xian mei
The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring. Who are you haggard and spoiled for? Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. ?
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows when the fragrance will blow out? Don't fatten apricot flowers on warm days and nights.
4. Song Li Qingzhao? Diaofangtang
Grass pond, green courtyard, screen window, cold in the evening. Jade hook and gold lock, tube is a guest. Loneliness respects the front seat, only worrying about the ends of the earth. Can I stay? When you are exhausted, you still need pears.
At that time, he won the prize, gave birth to fragrant sleeves and divided the tea with lively fire. Dragons are proud of horses and have good running water. Not afraid of the wind and rain, just say, cook wine and write flowers. Now, it's not like before, is it?
5. Song Ouyang Xiu? Jade case: how many springs are there in a year
Spring sex comes several times a year, too early, two-thirds. This is a question of green, black and red. Qingyang courtyard, warm wind curtain, there is a person gaunt.
Buy flowers and wine in Chang' an city to compete for beauty. Don't waste the east wind blowing the guest's tears. Acacia is hard to describe, dreams and souls have no basis, only returning is.
Li Qingzhao? Diaofangtang
Li Qingzhao was 54 years old when she wrote this poem. By recalling the "award-winning" of that year, she compared the beautiful life in the past with the bleak and haggard today, and pinned her thoughts on the motherland. There are endless thoughts between the lines, including thoughts about the motherland, thoughts about relatives and yearning for friends.