I often think of dusk by the river.
As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!
After having a good time, we rowed home.
Mistaken into the depths of lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
well
Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.
Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man,
However, Haitang remains the same.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sorrow.
Cherish spring,
When will it rain?
Leaning against the fence,
Just not in the mood!
Where are people?
Even the sky is falling,
Look at the way back.
Dianjiangchun
Swing,
Get up and adjust your delicate hands.
Dew is thick and flowers are thin,
Sweat thin and clothes light.
When someone comes,
Socks shovel gold hairpin slippery,
And ashamed to go.
Looking back at the door,
But smell the plum.
(For the first anonymous word, see Volume I of Flower Nazi Compilation.)
Huanxisha
The Moses cup is dark amber,
Melt before you get drunk,
Better late than late.
Ruinaoxiang disappears and dreams are shattered.
Break the cold, make a bun and loosen it,
Wake up, time and space are red for candles.
Huanxisha
The idle window in the yard is full of spring,
The curtain didn't sink,
Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.
Going out to catch the dusk,
The breeze blew the rain and lit up the shade.
The pears in the yard are going to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.
Huanxisha
Idle spring and cold food days,
Jade furnace sinks and leaves smoke,
Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.
Haiyan will mow grass in the future,
Jiang Mei has surpassed Liu Shengmian,
Wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxisha
A bun hurts the spring and combs more.
Keywords evening breeze, courtyard, early plum,
Light clouds travel back and forth to the moon,
Jade duck smoked stove to refresh,
Zhu Ying covered her tassel with a bucket,
Rhinos can also keep out the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered curtain lotus smiled,
Leaning against the sweet cheeks of the duck,
Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is full of charm,
I don't want to tell you what I think,
The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, the sky is thin and spring is still early.
The shirt was in a good mood at first.
Sleep when you have a little cold,
Plum blossoms burn on the temples.
Where is my hometown?
Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burned while lying in the water,
The fragrance and smell of wine have not disappeared.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The sound of returning flood broke rinspeed,
It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out.
The bottom of the candle is bright,
Women are better than men.
The sound of the horn urges the dawn to break,
Dawn returned to the bull's eye.
It's hard to see flowers in spring.
The west wind keeps the old cold.
Complain about one's feelings
Come to Shen Zui late at night to remove makeup.
Plum calyx is attached with residual branches.
Wake up drunk and break the spring sleep,
Dreams never come back.
People quietly,
Yue yiyi,
The green curtains hung down.
Move the stump more,
More fragrant,
More time.
within walking distance
The wind will blow the flowers deep,
There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.
After the flowering of Changji Haitang,
It's spring.
The wine column sings jade and respects heaven,
The blue cylinder is black and bright.
Dreams are unbearable,
Many crows □ (left "definitely" right half, right "bird").
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
In the heavy snow every year,
Often drunk plum blossoms,
It's no good moving all the plum blossoms,
Win tears in your clothes!
This year, the ends of the earth,
Flowers grow on the temples.
Look at the night breeze,
So plum blossoms should be ugly.
Qin Yi goose
Lingaoge,
Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Spread happy sand.
Rubbing gold is light,
Cut into layers of jasper leaves
Grace and spirit are as strict as fu,
It's too bright.
What's so vulgar about plum blossoms,
Lilacs are bitter and rough.
Smoked through a thousand miles of dreams,
But ruthless.
Spread happy sand.
When I was sick, my temples rusted,
Lying watching the broken moon on the window screen.
Parching cardamom with tip in water,
Don't share tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are so idle,
The scenery in front of the door is rainy.
Borrowing money from others all day,
Oily resin.
Pick mulberry seeds with words
Who planted banana trees in front of the window?
Yin fills the atrium;
Yin fills the atrium,
The fragrance of fallen leaves is exciting and lingering.
Sad pillow on the rainy night,
Drop by drop;
Drop by drop,
Worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening!
Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
Can't move, a lot on my mind.
Zui Hua Yin
The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad.
Renau Xiao Jin beast
This festival is the Double Ninth Festival.
Jade pillow cabinet,
It's cool at midnight.
Put wine in the east after dusk,
And Dimfragrance and sleeves.
Don't die,
The window curtain rolls west wind,
People are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nangezi
The stars are spinning in the sky,
The curtain of the world hangs down.
Cold pillow with tears,
Tell me more about se, what is night?
Emerald lotus is very small,
Golden lotus root leaves are very thin.
Old weather, old clothes,
It just feels different, hometown!
The resentment of the prince and grandson
The waves on the lake are boundless,
Autumn is dusk, red is thin, and fragrance is less.
Water and mountains are close to people,
Endless, endless.
Lotus seeds are getting old,
Green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou will not look back,
Like hate, people return early.
Quail day
Lock the windows in cold weather,
Indus should hate night frost.
The wine column prefers bitter tea,
A broken dream should refresh your mind.
Autumn has passed,
The days are still long,
Zhong Xuanhuai is much more desolate.
Why don't you get drunk without respect,
Don't be afraid of the yellow flowers on the east fence.
Quail day
A dull, light and soft corpus luteum,
Love is gone, only fragrance remains.
Why light blue and deep red,
Nature is the first among flowers.
Maidin is jealous,
Chrysanthemum should be ashamed,
The painting column is open in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Poets can be ruthless,
There were no collections in those days.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Red Plum
Red Crisp is willing to beat Qiongbao to pieces,
Explore the south branch to the end?
I don't know how long it has been borrowed.
But seeing that the package is infinite.
The Taoist priest languishes at the bottom of the spring window,
Bored, depressed, worried.
If you want to look down, come and have a rest,
It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
Konakayama
When spring comes to Nagato, the grass in spring is green.
The red plum is a little broken,
Uneven opening.
Yun Lan cage grinds jade into dust,
Stay in the dream,
Break through a spring.
The shadow of the flower pressed heavily on the door,
Open the curtains and scatter the faint moon,
Good evening.
I lost to Dong Jun three times in two years,
Give it back,
I plan to come this spring.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang,
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
When the word goose came back,
The west building is full of moons.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
A kind of acacia,
Two luxury.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Just frown,
But in my heart.
Linjiangxian
Ouyang Gong wrote "Butterfly Loves Flowers", in which there is a phrase "how much sorrow is deep", which he loves very much. In its language, it is "deep courtyard"
Deep "several que, its voice is the old" Linjiang Xian "also.
How deep is the courtyard,
Clouds, windows, fog pavilions,
The calyx of willow-tip plum is gradually distinct,
Liling tree in spring,
Building a healthy city for the elderly.
Feel the moon, sing the wind,
Now that I am old and have accomplished nothing,
Who is more sympathetic and jealous,
It's boring to try the lights.
Walking in the snow is not in the mood.
Linjiangxian
Chinese plum
How deep is the courtyard,
Cloud Window Fog Pavilion Spring Festival Evening,
Who are you haggard and spoiled for?
It's good to dream at night,
I think it's the southern branch.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate,
South building Qiang tube is not allowed to blow.
Who knows when the fragrance blows away,
The warm wind came late,
Don't eat apricot blossom fat.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The weather is warm, sunny and windy, and it just started to freeze.
Willow eyes, plum cheeks,
I feel the breath of spring.
Who and * * *,
Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
At first, I tried to sew shirts with gold thread.
The mountain pillow is inclined,
Pillow injury is a bad thing.
There is no good dream when you are alone.
Still smoking at midnight.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Changle Guan saw off his sister.
Tears wet Luo clothes full of powder,
Quadruple yangguan pass,
Sing all over Qian Qian.
The humanities mountain is long, and the water is broken.
It's raining, smelling the lonely house.
Farewell, hurt, confused,
Forgot to leave,
The wine glasses are deep and shallow,
In order to pass audio books to geese,
Donglai is not as far as Penglai.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Think about gathering relatives
There is not much joy at night,
Chang' an empty dream,
Recognize Chang 'an Road.
In order to report the spring scenery this year,
Flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Casual cups and plates are sloppy,
Plum acid,
Just a hug.
Don't laugh when you are drunk,
The poor are as old as spring.
Yujiaao
The sky met clouds and fog,
Xinghe wants to turn to Qian Fan dance;
As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor,
Smell the sky,
Ask me politely where I'm going.
I reported the long road to dusk,
Learning poetry is full of amazing sentences;
90,000 Li Fengpeng is raising the flag,
The wind stopped,
Pengzhou blew away three mountains.
Yujiaao
Knowing spring in the snow,
Cold plums adorn delicate branches,
Sweet face, half-open, charming,
In court,
Jade bath new makeup.
Nature may be intentional,
So, teach the bright moon a little more exquisitely.
* * * The reward is green ants,
Don't stop getting drunk,
This flower is not comparable to the flowers in the group.
People are very attractive.
Reflections on the opening of the back pavilion
Jade is thin and fragrant,
Tan Shenxue powder,
I hate going to see May later this year.
Jiang Lou went through customs,
The water is far away among the clouds.
Sunny day and eternity,
The railing is very low, with green curtains.
Sitting on the guest,
Your honor is full of wine,
The song * * * Water flows and clouds break.
You can insert the south branch,
More frequent cutting,
Don't wait for the west building,
Count the Qiang pipes.
(For the first anonymous word, see Plum Garden, Volume 9)
Xiangzi
Chinese Valentine's Day; Qixi Festival
The grass is flying,
Alarmed the phoenix tree,
There is a deep sorrow on earth and in the sky.
Yuntai moon and earth,
The lock is heavy.
If you float vertically,
Floating,
Don't meet.
Star bridge magpie driving,
See you after many years,
Want to leave love, don't hate poverty.
Penny and Weaver Girl,
Is nothing more than separation.
It will be sunny for a while,
When it rains,
a violent gust of wind
Xiangzi
Heaven and Qiu Guang,
Turn around and feel hurt,
Exploring Jin Yingzhi's approach to Chongyang.
Wearing thin clothes for the first time,
The new taste of green ants,
Gradually,
After a rain,
Caught a cold.
The courtyard at dusk,
Sad and anxious,
When I wake up, the past is unbearable.
Can last forever,
The moon is empty.
Hearing the sound of anvil impact,
Whispering softly,
Long leaking sound.
Lonely goose
When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter.
The paper tent on the rattan bed fell asleep,
I can't say it, and I don't have any good ideas.
Shen cigarettes break the cold of jade furnace,
My feelings are like water.
Three strokes of flute,
May was heartbroken,
How many Chun Qing?
The wind and rain are sparse,
Hurry again, a thousand tears.
Oral sex to the emerald building,
Heartbroken for who?
One branch is folded,
On the earth and in the sky,
Nobody can deliver it.
There is a sweet smell around us.
Little brother Cang Chun,
Idle windows lock in the daytime,
The painting hall is infinitely deep.
The seal incense is burnt out,
Curtain hooks under the shadow of the sun.
It is best to grow plum blossoms by hand.
Why go upstairs in the water?
No one arrived,
Lonely as He Xun is in Yangzhou.