Like a Dream by Li Qingzhao I often remember the sunset in the Xiting Pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my 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. The Night Cries by Li Yu Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. Don't have the ordinary taste in your heart. Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi The Bian water flow and the Si water flow flow to the ancient ferry of Guazhou. Wu Shan is a little worried. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return. The moonlight person leans against the building. Sheng Cha Zi Ouyang Xiu Last year on Yuan night, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day, the moon was shining on the willow branches, and people were waiting for dinner after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there. Not seeing the person from last year, my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears! Huanxi Sha Yan Shu A new song with a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone. Bodhisattva Man by Xin Qiji Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passersby shed tears in the middle. Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains. Bu Suanzi Lu You Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain. I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into pieces and turned into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. Picking Mulberry Seeds by Xin Qiji The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. He wanted to talk but said it was a cool autumn. Recalling Qin'e by Li Bai The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin'e dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qinlou. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there. Gengluzi by Wen Tingyun The incense of the jade stove and the tears of red wax illuminate the autumn thoughts of the painting hall. The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and the pillow is cold. The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night show the bitterness of separation and love. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. In the Shade of Drunk Flowers Li Qingzhao The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day is endless, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Langtaosha Ouyang Xiu Drink wine to wish the east wind a peaceful and peaceful life. Weeping poplars and purple moss hang to the east of Luocheng. We always join hands and travel around the world. Gathering and separation are painful and hurried, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year's. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. I don't know who will be the same. Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Guan The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? Poppy Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Spring in the Jade House by Ouyang Xiu In front of the bottle, he planned to tell the date of his return. Before he could say anything, Chun Rong swallowed miserably. Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Don't renovate the song of departure, a song can teach you how to be tight. You have to see all the flowers in Luocheng before you can see the spring breeze. Dielianhua Ouyang Xiu How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. It rains and the wind blows wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao The fragrant red lotus root leaves the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. Linjiang Fairy Yang Shen The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine, and many things in ancient and modern times are discussed with laughter. Su Muzhe Fan Zhongyan The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the dark country is chasing my thoughts on the journey, unless I leave good dreams to sleep every night. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. Ding Fengbo Su Shi Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine. The Sapphire Case Xin Qiji The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers down at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night. The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.