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 old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Note: Yu Meiren is a epigraph name. This song was originally a song of the Tang Dynasty. It was originally sung by Xiang Yu's favorite concubine, hence its name. Also known as "One River Spring Water", "Yuhu Water" and "Twelve Peaks in Wushan". Two tones, fifty-six words, four sentences each, all with two rhymes and two flat rhymes.
Yu Meiren Author: Gu Kui Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Xiaoying cries and dreams, and the curtain rolls golden mud phoenix. I'm still awake in my first makeup,
Cui Qiao leaned against the cloud screen and turned to have a graceful demeanour.
The sandalwood painting invades the peach surface, and Luo Mei gathers it lightly. Rituals are hard to find,
The green grass is full of shade and negative.
Touch the curtain to send Jingyang bell, Yuanyang embroidery. Xiao Wei's first volume is cold and thick.
Cui Yun's makeup looks good and her mind is careless.
Get up and have no language to make up, and the mirror of the treasure box condenses. The green lotus leans against the pond,
Dew pillow, lotus fragrance, hate melodious.
Jade screen covered with pearl foil, silk rain cage pool pavilion. The dew is sticky and fragrant with red lotus root.
Xie Niang is extremely charming and not crazy, so she goes to make up.
Kim? The smoke is thin, and there are clouds on the pillow. Light eyebrows and light sandalwood,
In the old love, I was shocked by my dreams and regretted my feelings.
The screen window of Biwutong is late and the flowers are lazy. The small screen bends over the green hills,
The jade furnace is cold, and two moths throw themselves into the fire.
Crazy and young, leaving, loneliness and negativity in spring. Hong-mei Luo painted with tears,
The soul pin is speechless and leaning against the boudoir door.
The boudoir is tired of thinking about spring and hates spring. The oriole changed from charming to beautiful,
Apricot branches are picturesque, leaning against the light smoke to lock the window.
With the sorrow of the fence, the two moths are fine, and the willow shadows are oblique. Yu Lang still hasn't come home,
Teach people to chase Hua Meng and travel around the world.
Young people are more beautiful than Joan Ying, so don't clean up sooner or later. The lotus crown is steady, and the grate is horizontal.
Yun Lan with waving sleeves is difficult to draw.
The waist curls slowly and the eyebrows are small. The altar wind is fragrant with apricot branches.
At this time, I hate to open a phoenix emperor and visit Liu Lang.
Yu Meiren Poet: Xu Shu Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty
Lotus falls into the sky, and waves rise at dusk. Fly back to Shuang Yan and stick a cloud cold, looking at the small building on the east coast alone.
The floating life only respects the former and the old, and the snow is full of Chang' an Avenue. So, the old man stood on the high platform in the morning and evening and gave me a Chun Mei in the south of the Yangtze River.
Yu Meiren Author: Jie Jiang Dynasty: Late Song Dynasty and Early Yuan Dynasty
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.
Yu Meiren Author: Zhou Bangyan Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty
Yuesongxi Road, Dan Yunlong. Long-term scoring system. Dream soul around Songxi for one night. Meeting tonight is like a dream.
The seamounts are steep and the scenery is good. Do not cherish gold. Liu Hua is busy blowing snow and swallows. I'm afraid the boat will go home and break people's intestines.
Yu Meiren Author: Nalanxingde Dynasty: Qing Dynasty
The residual lamp blew out the furnace, and the smoke was cold, accompanied by a lonely shadow. Sentenced drunk, in order to ask who is awake in the world.
The flowers are hard to meet, the wine is delicious, and the head is scratched. Leisure always pays the price of getting drunk, but I'm afraid I'll still be in front of the bottle when I wake up.
Yu Meiren Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang Dynasty: Southern Song Dynasty
Lu Ao and his wife are lovers. As guests and hosts, we should respect each other. Xin Lanyu is full of respect. Take Qi Mei as an example, year after year.
White hair and snowflakes are falling in my house. It's been years. Dream of the Chu River tonight. And learn from your son Shouwu.
Snowflakes are one foot south and one foot north. Nothing can be done without pay. Wipe fesr in the country where the old fairy lives. The business of 100,000 people and the spring festival.
God smiles and rewards virtue. Grant eternal life. Today, Yukime lives a long life. You see, my parents are both earthly immortals.
Snow scattered and smoke cleared Jiangpu. There are countless green grasses and spring. Sunset red on several trees in the south of the Yangtze River. Go home and blow the evening breeze.
The landlord claimed to be. I am not heartbroken. Broken geese fly to people. Brocade palindromes are empty. Who sent it?
Yu Meiren Author: Su Shi Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty
Hushanxin is a beauty in the southeast, with a distance of thousands of miles. How soon will your majesty come back? It makes your majesty drunk.
Who sings at the beginning of the Shahetang lantern festival? In the dead of night, there is only one bright moon in Liuli Bi.
Yu Meiren Author: Zhang Yan Dynasty: Southern Song Dynasty
Gold for teaching singing and dancing. Keep the time spectrum. Broken feelings and broken intentions fall into the world. On the loss of the Han Dynasty, the cloud and the old Wushan Mountain.
Where can I find Su Fan? Empty neglect. Look at a curtain of autumn rain lights. Infinite sorrow pays Yu Di cold.
Yu Meiren Author: Ouyang Xiu Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty
The smell of the stove is always long and the smoke is white. The wind blew the golden lotus's forehead. Painting screens cover small mountains and rivers. The pillow marks at the beginning of sleeping capacity are round. Falling flowers
The building is not as high as smoke. Look at those lovesick eyes. The sun just likes to make people unhappy. Therefore, the grass is green and blue. Blame Wang Sun.
Yu Meiren Author: Huang Tingjian Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty
There is also a letter from Jiangnan at the end of the world. The midnight wind is fine, fragrant and late, and it will bloom all over the south branch before dawn.
Yutai should be jealous that pink flowers float to her eyebrows. I would like to cherish my heart all my life and go to the countryside as a teenager at the age of ten. Euphorbia humifusa
Dynasty: Song Author:
The grass is silent, and the old topic is Yu Meiren.
If you tell a long story, you should turn it over.
The rhythm of the voice calling, Yunlong is kissing himself.
Ruthless still feels that it will, not only in the monarch and ministers.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Dynasty: Song Author: Wang Anshi
Yu Meiren, receptive, indifferent, polite and sincere.
The emperor sat in his royal chariot, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
The Chu song is under siege, and the situation is yellow.
I heard that the night in Ma Si is quiet, and the moths are rustling like autumn frost.
The Han family left the palace for thirty-six years, singing softly and dancing slowly, playing string bamboo music.
Looking up at the world, you can only make a hut on the shady cliff.
Beauty is loess, and every grass and tree is sorrow.
Red room rosewood is everywhere, listen to the song low and if you want.
There are unexpected events in the sky, and today people plow the graves of the past.
That danger, that memory, that pain. Where is her white face? ?