The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
Iris, flowers fade, red apricots are small and green.
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.
There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Irises and lazy warblers are in the middle of spring.
Butterfly lazy warbler is full of residual red in the spring and autumn wind.
I didn't wake up in the afternoon and didn't roll the curtains at dusk.
The clouds are loose and the eyebrows are shallow. Always worried about the media, who will sue for entertainment.
If you don't believe this situation, it is difficult to travel. Huayang still has an east wind pipe.
Butterfly Hua Lian Mochunbie Li Gongze
There is no wind in rustling flowers, lonely gardens, and old willows and cherries.
The setting sun is still affectionate, and the mountains and clouds are broken.
At the end of the road, the river turns back thousands of miles, the fishing village is tied, and the moon is dark and lonely.
With the help of flying souls, I think of you and you think of me. ?
Die Hua Lian mi Shang Zhou yuan
Qiantang lantern for three to five nights. The bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust.
Lonely mountain people are old! Playing drums and flute, new to the farming and mulberry society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.
Feng Yansi
A butterfly in love with flowers
Where has he gone like a cloud these days? Forget to come back, spring will never end. A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the car tied to? Who is he and his horse? Tears on the first floor constantly soliloquize, double swallow, can you meet him on the road? Chaos and spring sorrow are like catkins, dreaming where to find him?
Ouyang Xiu
A butterfly in love with flowers
It's the end of spring when the painting pavilion returns, swallows are flying together, and another village has a bright future. The yard is full of Mao Mao rain and strong wind, and no one sees it. Lonely and distracted, lush, I still remember the south bank of the Yangtze River. Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.
Recent Flowers (on Feng Yansi's Works)
Who abandoned leisure for a long time? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror. Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
A butterfly in love with flowers
How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
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The courtyard is very profound. How deep is it? Willow leaves are shrouded in fog and smoke, like a curtain that cannot be indexed. Famous families' chariots and horses are crowded with places of tour and metallurgy, but the road to Zhangtai can't be seen from the height of the building. It's raining hard and the wind is blowing hard. It was dusk in March, and I was going to close it with a door, but I couldn't keep spring. I asked Chunhua with tears in my eyes, but Chunhua didn't answer. The messy falling flowers floated across the swing.
Liu Yong
Dead Hua Lian, leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine
In the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence. Trying to get the picture drunk, it is a song about wine, strong and tasteless. The belt is getting wider and wider, and I will never regret it, which will make people haggard for Iraq. Note ① Dangerous buildings: high-rise buildings. C: Curry. 2 gloom: depression, sadness. 3 plan: plan. 4 Sparse madness: rough and wild, out of place. Wild and unruly. ⑤ The belt gradually widens: refers to people gradually losing weight.
Yan Dao Ji
Chu twist frost Wan Sheng disappointed and died.
The first turning point of frost was disappointing. Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Woke up after a nap, feeling cold wave. Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears. Obliquely facing the new moon in Lv Yun, the curved ring looks like a frown.
Butterfly lotus dreams like Jiangnan along the waterway.
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded. I want to finish this love letter. Float geese sink fish, and finally there is no evidence. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
Hua Lian drunk don't wake up in the west building?
I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle. It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems. Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.
Zhang Xian
Die Yiyang planted in the backyard
Move the poplar to the backyard and learn to dance around the waist. The youth in February is still short. Not far from Fuling, the east and west coasts are littered with bits and pieces. A few small eyebrows are cold, don't sing "Yangguan", the whole intestine will be broken first. Looking closely at the payment and spring break, all the rules are full of resentment.
Yan Shu
Dead Hua Lian Liu Qugan, clings to green trees.
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan? Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
Butterfly flowers, threshold chrysanthemum, worry about smoke, blue tears, threshold chrysanthemum, worry about smoke, blue tears, curtain light cold, swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. To send colorful stationery and rulers, I don't know where the mountains are long and the waters are wide!
Zhou Bangyan
Butterfly love flowers, full moon surprised, full moon surprised, more venting, pulling out the golden well. Tears arouse bright eyes and stiff neck is red and cold. Hand in hand, frosty wind blowing the shadow on the sideburns. Don't worry. Upstairs decay across bucket handle, showing that people are far away from chickens.
Zhao lingchou
A butterfly in love with flowers
The wind and catkins are withering. The powder is fragrant and red every day. The new wine aggravated the hangover. This spring does not diminish the hatred of the previous spring. Butterflies go and warblers fly, and there is nowhere to ask. The tall building across the water, looking at the letter from Pisces. Anger and chaos are an inch. Sunset in buried by the coming night.
A butterfly in love with flowers
I want to reduce Luo Yi's cold. People are deep without rolling bead curtains. How many almond branches are there? The traces of crying stop hating the clear rain. A wisp of smoke sinks every day. Waking up late after staying up late annoyed the mood of spring. Swallows write back by mistake, and Xijiang Road is on the small screen.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Spring rain in the courtyard at dusk. A deep heart ties a hundred kinds of ties. Green wings suddenly come to report good news, and fish notes are compatible. People in the west wing of the moon are restless. The curtains are shining, and Zhu Hu is still careless. Flowers swaying on the wall, red calyx falling, clearly suspected to be lovers.
He Zhu
A butterfly in love with flowers
How many injuries after the spring dusk, Liu Qingying, partial hinder the balance of hair. Peach leaves step on the mountains in the sky, and white apples are full of skirts. It is the day when I whisper long sentences, the curtain lights are faint and my heart sends Huqin language. Counting the rain and the wind, the hazy and pale moon clouds come and go.
Xin Qiji
A butterfly in love with flowers
Nothing can make the public angry and happy. People need mountains, but people don't want mountains. It's like mourning for Sine's lower teeth. Thousands of feelings are always there. I want to write a record of Han Zuoji in Xitang. Today's machine cloud, good words are hard to compare. Old eyes are crazy and empty. The silver hook gets drunk first when it sees the heart.
Butterfly, lotus, summer, drunker, Yu Shu, Yan Lang.
On September 1st, Fei Lanpei was good, and there was no one in the empty valley. I blame myself for being smart. The color of the bag is long, and Zhu Sixian has few bosom friends. In Ran Ran, I am old and the water is full of Tingzhou. Where can I find grass? Wake up Xiang Lei's unfinished song, and the stone dragon dances in the wind.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Yan language warblers crow far away. But I hate Xiyuan, and I still have Yingying. Laughter is half sorrow. The delicate spring is especially warm. This is just a book without geese. Not heartbroken, not recently. Don't shake Hunan tears with a jade handle. I'm afraid you call it autumn fan.
Li Qingzhao
Butterfly lovers, tears wet Luo Yi powder full, tears wet Luo Yi powder full, 40% off Yang Guan, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely. Say goodbye to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and shallow. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.
Dieyong Huan Yi Shao
Xiao Xi at night, dream of Chang 'an, and recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant. Don't laugh when you are drunk. Poor spring is like getting old.
Wang Shen
Butterfly Hua Lian Xiao Yu Chu Yan Wan Zhao
Light rain shines at the beginning of the day. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin. In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.
Yu Li
A butterfly in love with flowers
Walking leisurely in the pavilion at night, at first glance, it is clear, and it hurts the spring dusk early. Counting the rain and the wind, the hazy and pale moon clouds come and go. Peach and plum are in the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, whispering and laughing.
Mao Zedong
Die Lian Hua Li Shuyi
I lost my pride, and Yang Jun lost his willow, which hung in the sky lightly and awkwardly. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine. Lonely Chang 'e with wide sleeves, Wan Li in the sky, dancing for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.
Nalanrongruo
A butterfly in love with flowers
Hard work is the most pitiful day, month and month. The past is like a ring, and the past is like a bright moon. I don't care about snow and ice. It's easy to die without that kind of fate. The swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. Sing autumn grave, and finally rest. The bushes in spring recognized the amphibious butterfly.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Bleak Lancheng looks old, afraid of feelings, and does not make pity sentences. The tears in the pavilion lean on the flowers, and the fragrance floats as far as I know. Back to Old Yue Ming Road, the cuffs are fragrant and cold, and the heart is bitter than Qiulian. Hugh said, if you live in flowers, people who love flowers will go to spend without owners.
Wang Guowei
A butterfly in love with flowers
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
Mi Fu
Dead Hua Lian, eternal ripples cleared the Jedi.
Original text: the eternal ripples are clear to the Jedi, and the Haidai building is high, overlooking the Qinhuai tail. The water is like water, and the cold palace is on earth. The hazy spring scenery and the three mountains of Haicheng and Aodai suddenly come naturally. How strange it is when the moon is full. Blackmail is worth a thousand dollars. [2]
Brief Analysis: The epitaph of The Dead Hua Lian generally expresses sentimental feelings. It seems that the word smile is rarely used to describe the scenery, but it can capture people's hearts and examine the history of the word. Haidai is a famous building in the water army of the author's office, not too high. However, under the poet's smile, this building is no different from Mount Tai in Du Fu's "Other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". And it can be "everlasting" and "overlooking Qinhuai". So is this a high-rise building on earth or a Qiongge in fairy mountain? After reading these two sentences, I really feel like I am in a fairyland! Clear water, fantastic mirage, and "exotic" bright moon are the words that are true and extraordinary. The image is so exquisite that people really believe in its lingyun talkative.
Wang anzhong
Ancient bronze platform in Mo Wen today, flowing water and floating clouds, singing and dancing near Xiling. Another village has a bright future, and Dongfeng promises to write every year. Have fun in heaven and Fu Lin. Walk slowly and lightly, and the elegant banquet urges the clouds. Green mist haunts the seal, and the piano sounds just right in autumn. Appreciate Wang Anzhong, learn less from Su Shi, and be a scholar with Zhong for three years. Jin people destroyed Liao, returned and left the town of Yanshan mansion. At the beginning of Jing Kangchu, he was demoted to Xiangzhou in the south. At the beginning of Shaoxing, he belonged to Dr. Zuo Zhong. There is the first episode of Liao. For Wenminba, writing is also beautiful and gratifying. This word was written in Ye County, Xiangzhou. The first part, miss the past: Tongquetai died, and Xiling Song was exhausted. The overlord of that year has been depressed, but the east wind and willow look older every year. Vaguely reveals the feelings of impermanence. "Eternal Copper Terrace", that is, Tongque Terrace, was built by Cao Cao in Yedu, and the site is in the southwest of Linzhang County, Hebei Province today. Song and Dance Xiling: Cao Cao was buried in Xigang, Ye Jun County, named Xiling. "Legacy" said: "My servant is diligent. Make (live) a bronze sparrow terrace and treat it well. Build a six-foot bed on the platform and give a tent ... 15 days a month, from morning till night, you don't have to play geisha in the tent. " That's what singing and dancing refers to. In the next movie, a group of interesting and game pictures are depicted. It can be described as a record of official life at that time. Fu Lin: Fufu letter in the hand of the county governor. Sui Ye: Fan Zi made great achievements in collating the internal history of Henan. Make Yulin symbols for others, not bronze symbols. "Slow belt and light fur": the robe is matched with loose light warm leather to describe elegant manners. "Green fog sells printing, and the sound of Zheng is just right in autumn." Cui sleeves fluttered and scattered smoke marks, flying south with Zheng music. The practice of changing jobs from pens has been widely circulated for some time. Wang Anzhong's ci is very popular with some people. Li Taihou called him "the first person of Huizong"; Some people say that his poems, words and essays are "like the works of Pogong in his later years"; Others said, "Huang, Zhang, Qin and Chao are all dead ... they are out of public power." His ci is famous for his meticulous thinking and phrasing. [3] Look for it yourself and see if there is anything you want.