Nalan's love poems 1. Looking for Nalan Xingde's Love Poems
Magnolia order
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? Easy to change, but easy to change (but easy to change)
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. What if you are lucky (what if you are lucky)?
Note: this word is for my cousin, because my cousin entered the palace and married the emperor. So he was depressed. So the emotional appeal of this word is mainly a series of regrets.
Pick mulberry seeds
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
Personally, I prefer this one, because Nalan has more love history. Many poems cannot be traced back. This song is mainly about Nalan's loneliness in the middle of the night, even though he will never reach "Xie Qiao".
Note: Xie Qiao refers to the place where men and women dated at that time.
2. Nalan Xingde's classic poem about love
The following is Nalan Xingde's classic poem about love.
1, who is spring if you don't look at each other? -Na Lanxingde's "Flower Tang Chun, Two Generations"
2, ask you what is light parting, how many groups can you pass a year. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Ask Why You Stay"
3. It is easy to die without dust, and the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. -Na Lanxingde's "Death to Hua Lian, No pains, the most pity for the sun and the moon"
4. I was afraid that both of them would be unlucky, and then I went camping. -Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody, Thinking of Dead Women"
5. Life must be carpe diem, you know? It's easy to get cold feet -Nalan Xingde's "Romantic Childe, Autumn Suburbs are Things"
6. Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring. -Nalan Xingde's "Romantic Childe, Autumn Suburbs are Things"
7. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. -Nalan Xingde's Magnolia Order
8. Who turned out the bleak music of Yuefu? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight. I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream? -Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
9. It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and the fingers were silent. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse. Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes. -Nalan Xingde's Bodhisattva Man
10, a little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands. Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth? -Naran Xingde's "Linjiang Xian"
Nalan Ci is the work of Nalan Xingde, a famous poet in Qing Dynasty. Nalan Xingde (1655- 1685), formerly known as Chengde, whose real name is Rong Ruo, was born in Huangzhengqi, Manchuria. Son of Pearl, a college student. Kangxi Jinshi, the official to the first-class bodyguard. His poems enjoyed a high reputation in the Qing Dynasty. In the history of China literature, "Nalan Ci" was brilliant for a while. During the period of Manchu-Han integration, the rise and fall of aristocratic families was related to the typicality of dynasty state affairs; The squire emperor yearned for a dull experience, which constituted a special environment and background. Personal extraordinary talent, poetry creation presents unique personality characteristics and distinctive artistic style.
Nalan Xingde (1655-1685), Ye, a native of Rong Ruo, was a Manchu flag bearer. His original name was Chengde, and he changed his name to Xingde after avoiding the taboo of the prince. A year later, the prince was renamed Yin Ren, so Nalan resumed his real name. No, it's the lunga mountain people. A famous poet in Qing Dynasty. His father is Nalan Mingzhu, a university student and a powerful minister in Wuying Hall of Kangxi Dynasty. My mother, Aisingiorro Che, is the fifth daughter of Prince Archie of England. She is a lady who was ordered to be executed. His family Nalan was subordinate to Huang Zhengqi, and it was one of the eight surnames of Manchu in the early Qing Dynasty, and was later called "Yehenala". Nalan Xingde's great-grandfather was Jin Shitai, the leader of Nuzhen Yehe Department. Jin Shitai's sister Meng Gu married Nurhachi and gave birth to Prince Huang Taiji. I read a lot of poetry books since I was a child, majoring in both civil and military arts, and entered imperial academy at the age of seventeen. He was appreciated by Xu and recommended to the bachelor of cabinet. /kloc-at the age of 0/8, he took the Shuntianfu rural examination and passed the exam. /kloc-at the age of 0/9, he became Gong. Kangxi died of illness in the twelfth year and was absent from the examination and entered the palace. In the fifteenth year of Kangxi's make-up exam, he entered the palace, won the seventh place in the exam, and was given a Jinshi background. Appreciate Xu as a teacher In two years, he presided over the compilation of a Confucian anthology, Tong Zhi Tang Shi, which won the appreciation of the emperor and laid the foundation for future development. His writing wins with "truth": the scenery is vivid and vivid. The style of the word is "beautiful and graceful, sad and stubborn, elegant and far-reaching, unique" He is the author of Children's Collection, Side Hat Collection, Drinking Water Ci, etc. In the late spring of the 24th year of Kangxi, Nalan Xingde fell ill and got together with friends. He got drunk and let out a sigh, the latter is great for cure a disease. Seven days later, he died on May 30th, the 24th year of Kangxi, at the age of thirty.
3. Nalan Xingde's love poems
1, the rain is separated from the flowers, and the fingers are flicked. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse. Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes. -Nalan Xingde's Bodhisattva Man
2. Who turned out the bleak music of Yuefu? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight. I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream? -Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
3. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. -Nalan Xingde's Magnolia Order
4. Nalan Xingde's classic love poems
If the life of Mulan Ci is like the first time, what is the sadness of Autumn Wind?
It's hard to wait and change, but people's hearts are hard to change. If you are lucky enough to be a handsome man, you will be willing to travel to Sauvignon Blanc Mountain and water on the same day, you will walk to the edge of Guan Yu, and you will have a thousand lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Recent love is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a decision (beside the jade).
If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
After singing the autumn grave, the sorrow did not stop. The bushes in spring recognized the amphibious butterfly Huanxisha. Who reads the west wind and is cool alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Nanxiangzi-tears are silent because I forgot the topic of women, and I no longer regret my past feelings. I can't draw painters' attention to knowledge and Ying Ying. I can't speak clearly. I woke up early in the middle of the night. I woke up early. MUBI cried all night before the wind.
Golden melody-for Fen Liang Deye. Occasionally, in the dust of Beijing, Wuyi family, with wine but Zhao soil, who will be born with this idea, unbelievable, and become bosom friends.
Young eyes are not old, full of heroic tears. If you don't see it, the moon is like water.
* * * You must be drunk this night. And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboos.
Why do you ask about your long life experience? Just scoff. Think about it and repent from the beginning.
One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would marry him in my life. But, it's not heavy, you must remember. Jiangchengzi-Shi Yong wet cloud has a low total pressure peak, a sad shadow and a suspicious look.
It's not fog or smoke. The goddess can come whenever she wants. If life is a dream, no one knows it except in the dream.
Picking mulberry seeds and laughing at the bright moon are affectionate and are laughing at me now. Live up to the longing for love, walk alone and sing alone.
Recently, I dare not say what happened in those days. They are all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams? Wandering in Huanxisha is not pitiful at all, and it is a good opportunity to spend the old season.
Heartbroken people have been dead for years. It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke.
Before sunset, the soul was gone. Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in the dream was wearing light makeup, wearing a plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. I can't remember clearly.
However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
How can you forget when it is fleeting and unlucky? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve curved places, with the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears.
The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Find the blue sky again.
Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt.
If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Butterfly Loves Flowers-The ancient mountains and rivers have no definite basis. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go.
Everywhere is desolate. Who can talk? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.
There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road.
I am deeply in love. The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
Qinyuanchun tried to look at Yinshan Mountain, dumbfounded and speechless. Look at a few clusters of Qingfeng, and go to the genius ruler; Yellow sand is everywhere, and there is no Egypt.
Broken leaf city is barren, the clouds are far away, and the cold smoke outside the carving is miserable. After a long time, suddenly the ice cliff turned to stone and thunder rumbled in the ravine.
The poor are self-sufficient in autumn. Why bother? I hated it all my life.
Only desolation, moths to the fire, very happy; Selling rotten grass, the bones are empty. It turns into a river in the north and passes through the barrel handle in the south, with slight frost and premature aging.
If you don't believe me, look back at the west wind and feel sad. The title of the Moon Hee map of Shuilongyin points out that celebrities are beautiful and it is generally easy to reach sad places.
Curtin's swan song broke only four strings, and the evil wind blew away. In a foreign land in Wan Li, it is a good thing to live or die.
I have hated yellow sand and white grass and curly leaves all my life. It should be Yao and Taiwan Province's partner, but more, it's the feeling of the Qiu couple.
The cold is heavy, and a few lines of tears in the countryside are raining down. Weighing, jade is beautiful for thousands of years, and there is still no owner.
Strange people are blessed, God has paid, and stupid children are stubborn women. Cold painting screen of residual snow in Huanxisha.
It was already midnight when Meidi fell. Nowhere is the moon bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
5. Poems about love, and famous sentences by Li Yu, Nalan Rong Ruo and Li Qingzhao.
1 Liu Yongfeng Wuqi's belt gradually widened, and he did not regret it, which made people haggard for Iraq.
2 anonymous book of songs? Hurricane? Pass the parcel, die generously, talk to your son. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
3 Qin Guan's love affair will last for a long time. 4 Li Bai's 357 words, acacia, what do you know? At this point, the night is awkward.
5 anonymous Feng Qiuhuang? There are beauties in Qin Ge, but I never forget them. When they are not seen, they think crazily. 6 Zheng Chouyu bid farewell to you this time, which is wind, rain and night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
7 Li Bai's 357 words entered my lovesick door, knowing that I was lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. Eight yuan and five thoughts, the fourth, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.
9 Cao Zhiming's tall buildings on the moon will float and sink in different directions if the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy. When can we meet in harmony? 10 Na Lanxing's "Yu Meiren" is bleak, and the latter two should be the same, and the most is that it can't clear the grievances. 1 1 Zhang Jijie's song, tears return to the pearl, and I hate not meeting before marriage.
12 Xi Murong How did a flowering tree let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. 13 Chen Hengke's "The Portrait of Chunqi" has more than one shadow, so how can we live together without dying? 14 Zhi Zhu of Liang Qichao's Taiwan Province Province said that he missed the tree, but Shiro hated Mandy.
15 Xu gan's thought comes from the monarch, and the moon is dark in the mirror. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
16 Sima Guang meets Xijiang Moon. How can you feel heartless if you don't meet? 17 Gong Zizhen's prose is not heartless, but turned into spring mud to protect flowers.
18 is not old, and it is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
19 Huang Jingren's two poems about Qi Huai, one of which is like this star is not last night, and the wind dew stands in the middle of the night for who. 20 Li Shangyin untitled "The Third Sixth" I know that this love will not have any result, but it can soothe my heart! .
2 1 Li shangyin visited Qujiang alone in late autumn, knowing that he had been lovesick for a long time, and he was disappointed with the sound of Wangjiangtou river. Nalan Xingde spread the feelings of Huanxisha people and turned them into sentimentality. Now they are really not affectionate.
23 Li Shangyin's praise and a moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. Twenty-four swallow houses don't miss each other for a night.
25 yuan asked to fish. One of them asked the world what love is and taught life and death. Although my body doesn't have wings like Cai Feng's, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
27 Zhang Kejiu Saihong Autumn Beast Furnace sank hookah, green marsh flower fragments, line by line written as acacia biography. 28 Xu Zaisi will not miss you all his life, but he will miss you and hurt you.
29. Li Guan's love for a butterfly is one inch long, and there is no arrangement in the world. 30 Su Shi Jiangchengzi was born and died for ten years. He didn't think about it, and he can't forget it. He is a lonely grave thousands of miles away and has nowhere to talk.
3 1 The Book of Songs by Anonymous? Tang style? Until now, look at this lover. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" says that we hope that two birds will become one, fly in the sky, live and grow together on the ground, and have two branches in one tree ... 34 Recently, love flowers overlap tears, and there is only love in life.
35 Cao Xueqin's eyes are vain. One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. 36 Li Shangyin has no problem. Spring silkworms have to weave until they die, and tears are exhausted every night.
37 Kuang Zhouyi reduced the word Huanxisha. He didn't live to be infatuated, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world. Ouyang Xiu and Lou Yuchun wanted to say the date of return, but did not say that Chunrong was miserable first.
39 anonymous book of songs? Nan Zhou? Guan pheasant Guan pheasant dove, in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.
40 Ouyang Xiu Yulouchun has a natural infatuation all his life, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic affairs. 4 1 Liu Yong Yu Linling has been here for several years. It should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Li Zhiyi's divination symbol only wants you to be like my heart, so don't lose it.
In Yan Linjiang's two poems, the second victim is independent and swift flies together. Chen Tao's trip to Longxi was poor, and there was no bone by the river. He is still a dream girl.
Xin Qiji touched the fish and bought it like a gift. Who complained about this situation? 46 Wen Lian is missing three third buttonwood trees. It's raining in the middle of the night, and it's hard to leave love.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. 47 Su Wu married and loved each other.
Nie Shengqiong partridge day looking for a good dream, this dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time?
Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window. Liu Yong enjoys lonely days and nights. Who knows?
Foreword is always faint. 50 Li Bai's two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, with high sky and wide land; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.
5 1 Xi Murong Xi Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath because it is possible to change, and don't be afraid to seek a heart-to-heart meeting because it is possible to separate. I wish I were like a star, like a moon, shining every night.
Shen Yan, an acacia fish in Dai Shulun, swam to the end of the world. He thought that the world was out of suffering. 54 Liu Yonghe shook hands and looked at her with tears, but she was speechless and choked up.
Yuan Zhen sent three lamentations. Secondly, this is a sorrow that all mankind should know, but it is not as people who have been poor together know. Gu Zhen's confession changed my heart, and for your heart, I got to know each other and deeply remembered each other.
Yujiang county Mausoleum remembers you urgently, like the Xijiang River, saying that the night flows eastward without rest. 58 Li Shangyin's untitled six poems, the sixth one, the flower of * * * is in full swing. Even the flame of love is only ashes? .
Wan Le's lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Bai Juyi hates the belief that waves are not as good as tides, and Acacia begins to feel that the sea is not deep.
6 1 Wen Linglong Dice An Monkey Bean, do you know how much you missed? 62 Shao Ruipeng's love endures a thousand dollars to laugh? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting. When there is a poor spring horizon in the corner of Yanshu Lou Yu, there is only endless lovesickness.
Cao Xueqin's lifelong mistake is a good marriage. I only read the alliance of wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.
Zhou Bangyan Yulouchun people like the wind into the clouds, love like rain and sticky. Cao Xueqin's red bean words are endless, red beans cast acacia blood and tears, and spring flowers are full of paintings.
Ouyang Xiu's two poems, one of which asked for flowers in tears and didn't speak, flew over the swing. Feng Xiaoqing hates that thin shadow and feels sorry for himself, but you must pity me and you.
69. Zhu Yizun fell in love with the idea of a high balcony. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart.
It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. No.70 Tanglu Ho, how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
7 1 Zhang Bi gives people a deep feeling, only in the spring and the moon, just like leaving people sunny. 72 Liu Yuxi's "Four Poems on Bamboo Branches", the second one is that bonuses are easy to decline like Lang Yi, and water is infinite.
6. Nalan Xingde's love poems
Nalan Rong Ruo's "Magnolia Orchids as Antique Words" If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Who reads the west wind, and Huanxi sand is cool alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Nanxiangzi-tears are silent because I forgot the topic of women, and I no longer regret my past feelings. I can't draw painters' attention to knowledge and Ying Ying. I can't speak clearly. I woke up early in the middle of the night. I woke up early. MUBI cried all night before the wind.
Golden melody-for Fen Liang Deye. Occasionally, in the dust of Beijing, Wuyi family, with wine but Zhao soil, who will be born with this idea, unbelievable, and become bosom friends.
Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes. If you don't see it, the moon is like water.
* * * You must be drunk this night. And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboos.
Why do you ask about your long life experience? Just scoff. Think about it and repent from the beginning.
One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would marry him in my life. But, it's not heavy, you must remember. Jiangchengzi-Shi Yong wet cloud has a low total pressure peak, a sad shadow and a suspicious look.
It's not fog or smoke. The goddess can come whenever she wants. If life is a dream, no one knows it except in the dream.
Moon picking mulberry seeds should laugh at me /tag_7 12A 1.aspx, now laugh at me. Live up to the longing for love, walk alone and sing alone.
Recently, I dare not say what happened in those days. They are all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams? Wandering in Huanxisha is not pitiful at all, and it is a good opportunity to spend the old season.
Heartbroken people have been dead for years. It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke.
Before sunset, the soul was gone. Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in the dream was wearing light makeup, wearing a plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. I can't remember clearly.
However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
How can you forget when it is fleeting and unlucky? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve curved places, with the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears.
The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Find the blue sky again.
Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt.
If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Butterfly Loves Flowers-The ancient mountains and rivers have no definite basis. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go.
Everywhere is desolate. Who can talk? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.
There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road.
I am deeply in love. The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
Qinyuanchun tried to look at Yinshan Mountain, dumbfounded and speechless. Look at a few clusters of Qingfeng, and go to the genius ruler; Yellow sand is everywhere, and there is no Egypt.
Broken leaf city is barren, the clouds are far away, and the cold smoke outside the carving is miserable. After a long time, suddenly the ice cliff turned to stone and thunder rumbled in the ravine.
The poor are self-sufficient in autumn. Why bother? I hated it all my life.
Only desolation, moths to the fire, very happy; Selling rotten grass, the bones are empty. It turns into a river in the north and passes through the barrel handle in the south, with slight frost and premature aging.
If you don't believe me, look back at the west wind and feel sad. The title of the Moon Hee map of Shuilongyin points out that celebrities are beautiful and it is generally easy to reach sad places.
Curtin's swan song broke only four strings, and the evil wind blew away. In a foreign land in Wan Li, it is a good thing to live or die.
I have hated yellow sand and white grass and curly leaves all my life. It should be Yao and Taiwan Province's partner, but more, it's the feeling of the Qiu couple.
The cold is heavy, and a few lines of tears in the countryside are raining down. Weighing, jade is beautiful for thousands of years, and there is still no owner.
Strange people are blessed, God has paid, and stupid children are stubborn women. Cold painting screen of residual snow in Huanxisha.
It was already midnight when Meidi fell. Nowhere is the moon bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. In the voice of heartbroken, I remembered my life and the faint cry of Jiangnan. Who does Xiaoli hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the plum bottles.
Heart words have turned gray. Red dates are surprised and leak, protecting spring sleep.
Especially charming, careless, only self-pity. The message is that it will be a beautiful day, and the green window will come with the strings.
One night, I recalled Wang Sun Xifeng's visit to Banana. Tired eyes endure loneliness after autumn? Force the mood to make muddy mash.
Read Li Sao. Sorrow is like the tide of Xiangjiang River day and night.
Where is the jade chain shadow (not recorded according to this tone, or also adjusted by itself)? It rained several times in Mao Mao in Xiao Ye. Wet eaves flowers, people at the bottom of flowers are speechless, Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold.
Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired. Who is the partner of Lengxiu? Yixiang.
Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun. If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest.
Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
As a dream, it is a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure.
Who saved it? Who saved it? Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow. In the courtyard at dusk, the language is thick and drunk.
Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.
The leaves are going home. Where does the waning moon wind go?
The news is half gone with the wind, and I feel homesick tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain.
The west wind blew away half. A trip to Sauvignon Blanc, a trip to the water, a trip to Guan Yu, and lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Ying Huan has a faint peak, cold and soluble, just like a close-fitting thrush.
Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop. Like a dream, the musk deer is slightly smoky, and it is the sunset sneaking downstairs.
Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me. Showing respect for the monarch and resentment are forbidden. Who cherishes good spring? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk.
The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear. Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight.
Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind. Jiuquan has tears, and the moon is like water.
When the seal is fragrant, the crow crows early. The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns.
The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying. The inspector was confused by the east wind and stole the Hunan skirt.
I carried the sarong all night, and I drew a slim waist. Ruo water sinks smoke, dew drops Yuanyang tile.
The flower bones are cold and fragrant, and the cherry blossoms stand. The short flame picks up the residual flowers, and the night is long and silent.
Tired of dancing, I smell the chicken, but I feel wet. Tianshui encounters ghosts, and the corner is southwest and white.
If you want to cross Huanhuaxi, you can't dream far away. What do you know about the blue sky? Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia.
It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain.
7. Love in Nalanxingde's classical poems
If the life of Mulan Ci is like the first time, what is the sadness of Autumn Wind?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. A trip to Sauvignon Blanc, a trip to the water, a trip to Guan Yu, and lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. The moon and the sky are the most pitiful. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a decision.
If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly. Butterfly Loves Flowers-The ancient mountains and rivers have no definite basis.
With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everywhere is desolate. Who can talk?
The west wind blows the old Danfeng. There have been countless grievances.
Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. I am deeply in love.
The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. Who reads the west wind, and Huanxi sand is cool alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the sunset.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. Cold painting screen of residual snow in Huanxisha.
It was already midnight when Meidi fell. Nowhere is the moon bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
Wandering around Huanxisha is not pitiful, and the old season is also a good time to kill time. Heartbroken people have been dead for years.
It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
Nanxiangzi-tears are silent because I forgot the topic of women, and I no longer regret my past feelings. I can't draw painters' attention to knowledge and Ying Ying. I can't speak clearly. I woke up early in the middle of the night. I woke up early. MUBI cried all night before the wind.
Golden melody-for Fen Liang Deye. Occasionally, in the dust of Beijing, Wuyi family, with wine but Zhao soil, who will be born with this idea, unbelievable, and become bosom friends.
Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes. If you don't see it, the moon is like water.
* * * You must be drunk this night. And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboos.
Why do you ask about your long life experience? Just scoff. Think about it and repent from the beginning.
One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would marry him in my life. But, it's not heavy, you must remember. Jiangchengzi-Shi Yong wet cloud has a low total pressure peak, a sad shadow and a suspicious look.
It's not fog or smoke. The goddess can come whenever she wants. If life is a dream, no one knows it except in the dream.
Picking mulberry seeds and laughing at the bright moon are affectionate and are laughing at me now. Live up to the longing for love, walk alone and sing alone.
Recently, I dare not say what happened in those days. They are all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams? Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in the dream was wearing light makeup, wearing a plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. I can't remember clearly.
However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
How can you forget when it is fleeting and unlucky? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve curved places, with the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears.
The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Find the blue sky again.
Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt.
If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Qinyuanchun tried to look at Yinshan Mountain, dumbfounded and speechless. Look at a few clusters of Qingfeng, and go to the genius ruler; Yellow sand is everywhere, and there is no Egypt.
Broken leaf city is barren, the clouds are far away, and the cold smoke outside the carving is miserable. After a long time, suddenly the ice cliff turned to stone and thunder rumbled in the ravine.
The poor are self-sufficient in autumn. Why bother? I hated it all my life.
Only desolation, moths to the fire, very happy; Selling rotten grass, the bones are empty. It turns into a river in the north and passes through the barrel handle in the south, with slight frost and premature aging.
If you don't believe me, look back at the west wind and feel sad. The title of the Moon Hee map of Shuilongyin points out that celebrities are beautiful and it is generally easy to reach sad places.
Curtin's swan song broke only four strings, and the evil wind blew away. In a foreign land in Wan Li, it is a good thing to live or die.
I have hated yellow sand and white grass and curly leaves all my life. It should be Yao and Taiwan Province's partner, but more, it's the feeling of the Qiu couple.
The cold is heavy, and a few lines of tears in the countryside are raining down. Weighing, jade is beautiful for thousands of years, and there is still no owner.
Strange people are blessed, God has paid, and stupid children are stubborn women. Nalan Xingde (1655-1685), Ye, a native of Rong Ruo, was a Manchu flag bearer. His original name was Chengde, and he changed his name to Xingde after avoiding the taboo of the prince. A year later, the prince was renamed Yin Ren, so Nalan resumed his real name.
No, it's the lunga mountain people. A famous poet in Qing Dynasty.
His father is Nalan Mingzhu, a university student and a powerful minister in Wuying Hall of Kangxi Dynasty. My mother, Aisingiorro Che, is the fifth daughter of Prince Archie of England. She is a lady who was ordered to be executed.
His family Nalan was subordinate to Huang Zhengqi, which was one of the eight surnames of Manchu in the early Qing Dynasty, and was later called "Yehnala".