Die Lian Hua
Walking leisurely in the distant night pavilion, the Qingming Festival has passed, and gradually I feel the late spring; there are a few sounds of rain, the wind has stopped, and the hazy moon and clouds come and go. Peaches and plums In the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, smiling and whispering. There are thousands of emotions in the heart, and there is no place to arrange it.
Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, the feeling of spring In the dim light, Luo Jian can't bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for pleasure. I don't want to be alone! There are infinite mountains and rivers, and it is easy to see when they are gone. When the flowers fall, the spring is gone, and it is heaven and earth.
Meet each other happily
The peach blossoms have withered the spring red, it is too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Fat tears, lingering drunkenness, when will it happen again? Of course, life grows and hates the water forever!< /p>
Meet each other happily
Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree, the deep courtyard was locked in the clear autumn. The constant cutting, the reasoning is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of separation, not the ordinary feeling. In my heart.
Poppy
When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but Zhu Yangai. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Song of Midnight
How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? There is no limit to the ecstasy of my love! The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears when I feel it. Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Sauvignon Blanc
One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red. The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them. A curtain of wind and moonlight is idle.
The night cries
Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat. Things in the world go with the flow, only to have a dream come true. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.
Breaking Time
In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war? Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples to spend time. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E.
Langtaosha
The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look at the scenery. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard. As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly. Think of the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai!
Qingpingle
Don’t come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed. There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.
Huanxi Sha
I returned home from a dream while turning the candle, looking for traces of my past, but I was disappointed that the wish of heaven was not fulfilled. When the moon pool platform is empty and the water is gone, and the shady flower pavilions are dimly lit, I don't hesitate to change my clothes when I climb up.
Xie Xinen
After the empty guests in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with bead curtains. The forest wind was blowing and the night was boring. The crescent moon of the small building looks back on its own slenderness. In Chunguang Town, people are old and empty, so why do they hate the new sorrows? The golden window is still in a state of confusion when it is trapped. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty.
Present to the twelfth brother of King Zheng
The east wind blows the water and the sun carries the mountains. When spring comes, it is long and leisurely. The flowers are falling, the wine is in ruins, and the music is playing in a drunken dream. The wearer's voice is quiet and her makeup is ruined at night. Who can fix the beauty? I linger in the scenery to cherish the beauty, and lean against the lantern alone at dusk.
Santai Order
Don’t sleep and get tired of the long watch, put on your clothes and go out. The moon is cold, the autumn bamboos are cold, and the wind cuts through the windows at night.
Poppy
The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before. The music and songs are not yet over, but the emperor is still there, and the ice on the pond is beginning to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep in the building. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear.
Huanxi Sand
The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace adds fragrant beasts one after another, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step. Beautiful ladies dance with gold hairpins, sniff flower stamens when drunk, and hear flutes and drums playing in the distance from the other halls.
Spring in the Jade House
The evening makeup has begun to brighten the skin with snow, and the concubines and concubines in the Spring Palace are lined up. The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard. Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming. When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.
Geng Luzi
Golden bird hairpin, red pink noodles, temporarily meet in the flower. Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling. The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people's thoughts. The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.
The Bodhisattva Man
The bright moon and the dim light cover the mist, and the sky is now heading towards Langbian! Wear shorts and stockings while walking up the fragrant steps, and carry gold-leafed shoes. Seeing you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone. It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to show mercy to you.
The women on the closed rooftop of Penglai courtyard were speechless while sleeping in the painting hall during the day. Throw your pillow under the green cloud light, and smell the strange fragrance while embroidering your clothes. The bead lock moved latent, and I was startled to realize the dream on the silver screen. His face was filled with a slow smile, and he looked at each other with infinite affection.
The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and cold, and the sound of the cold bamboo is slow and delicate. The eyes are dark, and the eyes are full of eyes. The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered house, and it is harmonious to come. After the banquet, it was empty again, and my soul was lost in a spring dream.
The oriole is happy to migrate. The moon is falling at dawn, the clouds are faint, and I am leaning on the pillow silently. Dreaming back to the fragrant grass, the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance. The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. The red leaves are all gone from Yi, leaving them to wait for the dancers to return
Midnight Song
To find spring, you must first spring early, and don't wait for the flowers to grow old. The ethereal jade is soft, the fermented grains are floating on the cup, and the surface is clear. Why don't you smile frequently and return home late in spring in the forbidden garden? When drunk and leisurely, the poem is completed with Jiegu.
Willow branches
The style is getting old and spring is shy, and the fragrance everywhere feels like old travel; the long thank you seems familiar, and the strong hanging tobacco stalks are brushing people's heads.
Hua Pozi in the Back Courtyard
In front of the back court of Yushu, in front of the Yaocao makeup mirror. Last year the flowers did not grow old, this year the moon is full again. Don't teach biasedly, be with the moon and flowers, God will teach you how to grow young.
The Fisherman
The waves are like a thousand layers of snow, and the peach and plum trees are like a silent team of spring. With a pot of wine and a pole of fiber, how many people are there like Nong in the world?
The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away. The geese are frightened, the crows are rising in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen. The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn't know.
Ruan Lang returns to pick mulberry seeds
In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens are chasing each other in spring, and their dance is lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened. The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the incense seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.
Tao Lianzi
The hair on the hair is messy, the makeup is worn out at night, and the eyebrows are full of hatred. The fragrant cheeks are leaning against the spring bamboo shoots, for whom are they leaning against the railing with tears?
Picking mulberry seeds
It’s late to go to work on the Jinjing sycamores, and a few trees are startling autumn. Day rain brings new sorrow. The centipede shrimp whiskers are on the jade hook. Qiong window is broken by two moths in spring. Looking back, I want to send my scales to swim, and the nine winding cold waves do not follow the current.
Sauvignon Blanc
One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red. The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them. A curtain of wind and moonlight is idle. Xie Xin'en There is no flute-playing girl in Qin Tower, leaving only the scenery of Shangyuan. The pink flower and golden pistil are low and high. The east wind makes me smell fragrant.
Linjiang Fairy
The cherries have fallen and gone back to spring, and the butterflies are turning their heads and flying away. In the west of the small building, Zigui cries about the moon, and the curtains are covered with jade hooks, and the melancholy smoke hangs down at dusk. After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, I looked at the remaining tobacco in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.
Breaking Time
In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war? Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples to spend time. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E.
Looking at Jiangnan
How much hatred was in my dream last night. It still feels like the old days when you were swimming in Shangyuan, the cars were like flowing water and the horses were like dragons; the flowery moon was in the spring breeze!
The night cries
Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat. Things in the world go with the flow, only to have a dream come true. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.
Huanxi Sha
I returned home from a dream while turning the candle, looking for traces of my past, but I was disappointed that the wish of heaven was not fulfilled. When the moon pool platform is empty and the water is gone, and the shady flower pavilions are dimly lit, I don't hesitate to change my clothes when I climb up.
Like a dream
I often remember that the sunset in the creek pavilion is so intoxicated that I don’t know the way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
Celebrating the Qing Dynasty Slowly
The prohibitions are low and the railings are skillfully protected, so that the remaining spring can be monopolized. The guests are indifferent and show their innocence. After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, and a [bad belt] Dongjun. On the edge of the east city, on the south road, there is the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion, where people race on the incense wheel. When the feast is over, who can succeed Fangchen? It's better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out. The golden statue falls down and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk.
Yong Yu Le
The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much do you know about the spring spirit? During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there will be no wind and rain? Come to greet him, bring him a car and a BMW, and thank him for his wine, friends, and poets. It's a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time in the boudoir. Remember to focus on the three or five. Pave with green crowns, pick up gold and snow willows, and compete with Chu in bunches. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Ru Meng Ling
Yesterday