Two songs without titles
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.
It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Two songs without titles
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
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.
Gardens in the Golden Valley
Du Mu
The bustling past is gone with the fragrance of dust; The water is ruthless, and weeds are green every year until spring.
The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs.
Guo Huaqing Palace Li He
In this spring, at the foot of the mountain, only crows are sad, and the curtains hang long, covering the lonely Hua Gong.
Clouds filled the air, the red pane looked dim, the step stones were broken, and the money-shaped purple moss was skewed.
At that time, there was still wine in the jade bowl, and the silver lamp was bright, and it was adjacent to the outside.
When King Shu left, there was a bud on the edge of spring.
Green Seal (Taoist Wu Yelai) Li He
The blue neon button calls the palace god, and the red dragon jade dog opens the heaven.
Pomegranate flowers spread all over the Western Jin Dynasty, and girls in the Western Jin Dynasty washed flowers and dyed white clouds.
Green chapter was ordered to consult Yuan Fu, and the horseshoe on the Sixth Street was boundless.
The air and atmosphere are unclear, and the short clothes and small crowns are all dusty.
There are thousands of bells ringing in Jinjiaxiang, and there is no vulgar sound in Yang Xiongqiu's room.
I am willing to take Han Ji to recruit book ghosts, and I don't want to hate my bones.
Li He wrote under Wang Jun's tomb
There is no boy in the world, so it is better to sing dragons in the water.
White grass invades smoke to death, and autumn pears are red around the ground.
The ancient books are flat with black stone, and the sleeves are broken with bronze.
Agricultural potential expands and graves are closed.
Chrysanthemum hung wet dew, spine diameter lying dry.
Pines and cypresses are sad and fragrant, and there are a few nights of wind in the South Garden.
Bronze camel mourns Li He.
Down and out in March, looking for flowers to go to the Lord
Who writes a song to send the spring, Luoan sad bronze camel.
There are many passengers in the south of the bridge, and the ancients are spared in the north.
A guest who drinks a glass of wine will make him sad for a thousand years.
Don't waste this life, the wind blows a candle.
Tired of seeing peach trees laughing and bronze camels crying at night.
Wushan gaoli river
Green bushes, towering into the sky, the river churning, the gods dragging smoke.
Chu soul is full of dreams, and the breeze is full of rain and moss.
Yao Ji has been gone for thousands of years, and lilacs and bamboos cry for old apes.
The ancient temple is cold in recent months, and the pepper flowers are red and wet in the clouds.
Li He, who has never been out.
The sky is a mystery, and the ground is dense.
Bears eat people's souls, and ice and snow hurt people's bones.
Dogs are so stubborn that they can't lick their palms.
The emperor sent a mysterious disaster to solve the problem, and the jade star lit a sword and a golden yoke.
Although I can't cross the horse, the waves in Liyang Lake are like mountains.
Poison Qiu shook his gold ring and looked at each other. Scorpion spat.
Bao taught me to sleep in the grass. Yan Hui had 29 spots on his temples.
Yan Hui doesn't shed blood, Bao Jiao doesn't go against the sky.
God is afraid of being bitten, so it is.
Obviously, I am still afraid of the public and don't believe it. The masses read wall books and seek heaven.
Chang Pingjian Song Li He
Paint gray bones with red water and sand bottom, sad ancient blood with bronze flowers.
White feathers and golden scorpions were exhausted in the rain, leaving only three ridges and residual spikes.
I'm looking for a plain where I can ride two horses. I'm under Artemisia Wharf in Shi Tian, to the east of the post station.
The wind is long and the stars are rustling, and the black flag clouds hang wet at night.
The left soul is thin, and the cheese bottle will burn the sheep.
Insect-dwelling geese are sick with asparagus and red, and the return air blows yin fire.
Visiting the ancient marble carving, the arrow was cut off, the front was red and the meat was cut off.
Nanmo Dongcheng immediately advised me to exchange gold for bamboo.
Shen
The witch pours wine, the clouds are full, and the winter jade stove smells like charcoal.
Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind.
Acacia wood post gold dance Luan, save moths with heavy bombs.
Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling.
In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously.
God was angry with God because he liked his teacher and gave him a ride back to Qingshan.