Cha na Fang Hua
The morning dew is epiphyllum, the horizon is near, and humanity is the ten songs of the Yellow River. After all, it flows east Eight thousand years old jade, a night of glory, ask heaven why this life? The wind blew last night and landed in England. Nine Wan Li sky, wind shadow, who and * * *? The Millennium Beidou, Yao Palace is cold and bitter, if it is not a fairy couple, it is a hundred years old.
I met her a long time ago, but since we broke up, the time has become longer. The east wind is blowing, the flowers are dying, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will drain the wick every night. Untitled, Li Shangyin
Once the sea was difficult for water, except Wushan, which was not a cloud. I looked back at the flowers lazily, half qualified to cultivate and half qualified.
If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.
Affection has been idle and hateful since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.
Or sentimental since ancient times, and this endless sadness is endless.
Tanabata (Five Dynasties Later Tang Dynasty) Yang Pu
If you don't care, you must ask the weaver girl to get the golden shuttle.
Begging every year is clever with the world, but there are many clever ways.
Ask the world, what is love, teaching life and death?
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow?
Li Bai of Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects sing by the golden well,
Thin frost shines on my cold mat like a small mirror, and tall lanterns flicker; My desire is getting deeper and deeper,
I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon, which rose from the clouds like a flower.
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.
Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? .
The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
In March, the rain and wind are crazy, and the door is covered with dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.