[Author] Georgie? [Dynasty] Yuan Dynasty
Lianxiang Linnan Garden is a rich and wealthy official in the mountains, a romantic bachelor in Jiangzuo, and a painting by ink and wash celebrities on the wall. Liuyiquan Yangxian tea, the study is flourishing. Yulong penholder, bronze finch inkstone tile, golden phoenix stationery flower.
Give Jiang Yunbai Ping a blow to wash her worries, and the powder-wadded clothes are afraid of autumn, regardless of the green hills and thin mountains. Accompanied by Xunyang school flow, send acacia sunset Dongzhou. Intentionally, I can put it away, but I don't want to stay. Pear blossoms are full of water.
A gift for Rouqing Wang's warm red and powerless shredded begonia, Chun Lv's affectionate Yang Liuzhi, and the clouds can't move the wings of the palace crow. The meat table is made of delicate fingers and rouge powder. In the corner of my eye, the fragrance spreads, and the words in the front seat sing brightly, which expresses acacia.
Give it to Zhu Ajiao's Yuzhen Lee House in Gusu.
Chu Yunsong, the son of Acacia, has a clever eyebrow and a thick jade, and her soft fingers are afraid of the weight of the golden cup. Jade pavilion shoes are half-arched, listening to a string of exquisite beads. The mood of the song is moving, the face of the wine tide is dizzy, and the smile is full of smiles.
The bottom of the spiked shoes is drilled with lilacs, and the side is slightly sticky with beeswax yellow, which is suitable for walking on the balcony. Step moss brick ring, lining Ling Bo socks are cold. Surprised to return to the title of mud swallow. Splash through the phoenix, shame and play with the mandarin duck.
The flower tube is exquisitely inserted into Chu Yuncen, which wins jade hairpin lightly, and the red cotton warms the spring fragrance. It is an inch of heart that cherishes flowers, and the hands are twisted and thoughtfully like a net bottle. Drops of Qiang cover the dew, curled up with willow gold, which is a painted Guanyin.
Yinghua laughed at me for being ill for three months. How thin does Xiangyu know? Screen bed alone with loneliness. Those children eat well, and their cheeks are slightly red. The mountain pillow is shallow and clear, the cave flute is cold and dreams are blowing, and the wind and rain are dusk.
Li Chuyi's song was given at the banquet and wine was given to Weiyang Jiahou.
Yuanyang never knows how to worry, so why should she grow old? Lotus water-cooled rouge is thin. Occupying Xitang's mirror and autumn, Linghua is full of shame. The shelf is very sick, full of worries, and it is romantic to die of old age.
red sticky green arouses mud and wind, when will the rain stop and the clouds stop? Jade is thin and thin. I am worried about the big day, saying that acacia is hard to turn back. Jathyapple Ji 'er Lane, Spring Breeze Swallow House, one day in Sanqiu.
Red nails are given to Sun Liange, a guest in Wujiang.
Ice-blue sleeves are rolled with emerald yarn, bamboo shoots are fine and jade nails are smooth, and the crystal is cold and heavily dyed with rouge wax. Cut the orange and eat the evil spirit, and the golden fish scales are cold stained with cinnabar. After several months of returning, I dried up and painted, and I printed the forehead of Kaiyuan Palace, holding the fragrant cheeks like several petals of peach blossoms.
A gift to Chang Fengge: the shadow of purple gold hairpin falls on the fragrant bottle, the sound of white jade flute is separated from the dusk clouds, and the branches of Biwu are cold and shocking the autumn letter. Qian Daixian warms the soul of dreams, and is happy to meet the jade bird red scarf. I don't even ask Yao Qin to write hate, Qin Tai remembers Jun, and the makeup mirror is sad for spring.
The guest building is the event. Shi Chong, where Shi lived, has gone to Yulou, and Wang Kai has come back to Jingu to be poor. Lvzhu has no dream of going to the clouds. Like the twelve peaks on the balcony, there is a curtain on the back of the turtle across the sorrow mark. The little golden hair faded, the waist was thin and the ribbon was loose, and the spring breeze was lonely.
The handkerchief is rippled by Jia Bojian, and wrinkled with pear snowflakes. Dancing with a slim waist makes the spring breeze sleepy. It is lined with a jade bamboo shoot in Joan's cup, and it makes people smile and press their lips. Sweat is evenly distributed on the forehead of the palace, and dark dust is brushed on the silver Zheng, so don't get the cry marks.
Chu Yi gave a sachet as a reward. Jade silk is cold and wrinkled with snow gauze, and gold is cut into ice bamboo shoots, so the plum soul is not allowed to sway in spring. And clear sorrow, heart secretly pay Tan Lang. Put it in your arms, hide it in your pillow bag, and dream around the dragon fragrance.
Mock Chu Yi down Mao Er to scatter Cui Luan chicks, warm water to warm flounder, and broken bricks to build a balcony road. Looking at the clouds and the rain, Chu Wue stole some time. How about tonight when the drinker returns and stops in song month for the first day?
The mocking person loves Ji, and it is taken away by others. In Yuzhang City, a piece of phoenix meets, and in Linchuan County, the flower branch jade nest sells tea boats with iron plates and crow green banknotes. When I asked my mother-in-law what height it was, I dug it with a shovel. When Feng Kui of the village became attached to it, Qiao Su Qing went along with it, and both of them gradually became embarrassed.
Drag a quinoa stick and wrap it in a towel, and cover it with a group logo to hold your body. The five elements are not divided into fame and fortune. Lying on the top of the hibiscus, the clouds are clear, and the feet are swimming in the dust. Life is unwilling to seal with gold, and death is inseparable from the old earthen basin.
Call back a pair of butterflies in the dream of spring, and busy with two boots of yellow dust, which have blossomed several times in 3 years. Boiled into snow on the head, the sea is long. Who is the dragon and snake? Lu Zijing can be gracious, and Zhou Gongjin can be a temporary hero.
The singer is down and out, so he is given this blame.
The embroidered screen is warm in spring, and the sleeves are fragrant, and the silver basin laughs at the coral tree. Spell pearls for green pearls, and see the scholar's head like this. Sheng Xianqiao once wrote a column, but Zhuo Wenjun didn't drive. Who knows enough?
You can swim in Yuefu Wangfu and dream of breaking thistle sand, Luo Qixiang and other wild vegetable flowers, and the clouds and old trees are in the sunset. Yan Hugh looked for Wang Xie's family, hated the rise and fall and angered some frogs. The brocade pool is buried in wasteland, and the cup pavilion is piled with broken tiles, where it is also prosperous.
Li Renzhong is lazy and lazy. After all the ostentation and extravagance, he is happy to return to leisure, and it will be lazy to say goodbye to Qinzhengtang. Learn to switch throats slowly. When you step on the ladder, you can see through Handan in your dreams. Yesterday is better than today, and this risk is like that. You don't know if the bird is tired.
a thousand feet of jade centipede flew from Wujiang's hanging Hongqiao, driving for three days for nothing? Dig the Huangyun Cave. Looking at the low stars in the mirror, the moonlight and autumn shadows are exquisite. The golden ring is heavy, the stone pillars are male, and the iron locks the dragons.
If it's autumn evening in Sichuan, it's heard that someone is practicing the pestle to move the autumn court, and the window screens on that shore are flashing with night lights, and the mirrors of the Ming Dynasty are on the temples in a foreign land. Add a few more stars, and the dew leaves are silent. Dreams in Jingu Garden, feelings outside Yumenguan, and cool nights.
The water pavilion on the topic of Yuhu Garden is presented to the eleventh son of the Lord protector.
People come to draw pictures and walk between frames, the boat is supported in the glass shadow, and the songs are heard from the strings. There are gulls and warblers at the water's edge, and the small courtyard is leisurely. Jathyapple clay gold fan, the spring breeze warms the jade screen, enjoying the rain, snow and rain at four o'clock.
It's ridiculous that the paper of a teenager is too light and the gillette is too sharp. The meat fat gum is very sticky, and the vinegar gourd mouth is pretending to be owed. Although it is flattering to pick up the tip, I am afraid that it will hurt the honesty. Sex is like a good sheep, a honey bowl is like a sweet mouth, and a fire block is like a sentimental one.
the meaning of Li Wanqing's word is inclined, with thousands of gold prices being judged as credit, and five flowers being taught by civil servants. When Gao Xianer came, it was time to leave. Hutuo River has lost many houses, Liuhuating has left her elder sister, and Li Wan has also left.
when you are old and strong, what is the bitter fruit of your romantic life? Luotuo coveted it, and it was difficult to shake it. That boy is willing to dare, don't bully Shi Gu Yan Yan. Jade keys are exquisite and exquisite, and cuipu bears the burden of Wansheng basket and romantic moon.
Show the past and present situation of Qiu Si Jingmen window, dream about twelve floors of Yunshan, incense and candles are dark. When you wake up, you will not wake up, and you will not get the morning. It' s quiet in the land, and it' s cold in the forest.
who's the mirror on a cool night? Dew millet blows incense and gold breaks, and I become three when I get drunk. It's the breeze and the bright moon. I asked how the sweet-scented osmanthus night was. I don't want to drink too much glass, but I can't sleep too much, and I can't dream of the ant Nanke.
In several villages before winter and after winter, there are two frosts in the north and south of the stream, and the trees are on the lonely mountain at the head and bottom. Where the cold air comes from, I suddenly meet you. The wine wakes up cold and dreams, the flute is sad in spring and heartbroken, and the moon is dim.
In late spring, the wind blows and rains, and the window screens, moss and crisp mud bury the fallen flowers, and the cirrus clouds hook the moon curtain and hang it at first. Jade hairpin is fragrant and slippery, to whom does Yan Zang-chun hold the title? The warbler is ashamed to find a companion, the bee is cold and lazy to report to the official, and the crow is hungry.
In the Spring Festival Evening, the guests were drunk with singing and dancing in the past, but today they are dressed in the same way and want to go home to ask South Lake. I'm afraid Sha Ou will be proud, too, and I won't save the poor poets. I lost my mind, lost my butterfly dream, and sneered at Dongjun.
In the Dongan Temple in Ruian, in summer, the fresh cicada wind breaks the zither, the ancient duck smoke disappears in the afternoon, and the lonely crane dreams of sleeping on the three mountain pillows. Green Meng Meng window shade, tea buds spin pinch of gold. The mundane world is coming, and the world of mortals is as deep as the sea, and it is not even a cloud.
black dragon, a pillow in Yueqing's Xiao platform, sleeps in the clouds to taste the clear flute, crosses the white deer in the spring to get drunk with peaches, and calls the green ape to dismantle and burn the Dan stove at night. In 2, Qiong Shu was old and flew to the sea for cranes. The wind is fine on the bank of the shawl, and the mountains and the moon are high on the Yusheng. Who knows Wang Qiao?
The purple flute of Baihe Temple Waterfall in Yueqing enters Jiuhua Sky, the emerald wall flowers fly to Yuquan, and the Yaotai crane has been seen before. By refining the white clouds and Dan stove, ask the mountain spirit what year it is today. Dragon beard water cinnabar is greasy, tiger eye pills are golden and mercury round, and the sea is looking for immortals.
how do you get together for a friend's reunion? Yuzhangcheng opened a lovesickness shop. The boring hook is increasing day by day, and the worry is falling on the brow. The tax money is more than that on the tea boat, so the weight will be weighed on the scale, and it will be as tight as a calendar.
Give it to Zhu Cuiying blowing sheng, who is used to getting drunk with peach blossoms. The wine was once heard with green sepals, and the golden hair is beautiful and the spring is priceless. Fold the black hat and insert it in the future, tell it to the judge in five hundred. Just before the stars and under the moon, I'm afraid the wind and rain will hit me, and I'll eat it and cherish it.
I'm complaining about how the flowers are connected in the eyes of amorous feelings, locking my eyebrows with keys, and writing off the injury to spring. Stuffed and twisted, Jin Yuanyang didn't get a male or female. Wild bees are hard to find, tokage is dry and killed, and silkworm chrysalis is lovesick.
A gift to Gu Guanyin, Yingying Luo socks, lotus root hairpin, Chuchu Palace waist and willow half gold, a nickname and a demon pardon. Where to find Mount Luojia? Purple sandalwood romantic jungle. It's not a waste to call for being a Guanyin, to say that the fate method leads to three dreams, and to give up compassion for all of my heart.
on the small rattan bed of the moon, jasmine piles up clouds and lazy buns, and roses sprinkle water lightly on it. Dye the wind and dew for a day, and watch the Milky Way laugh and faint. Snow-white chicken head meat and red ice plum pulp make it cool tonight.
Looking back at the waterfall, the moon is weaving, the stone wall is high and the snow is cold, and the ice ribbon is raining. After thousands of years of sun drying, dew makes people afraid of clothes. Like Bai Hong drinking stream, Yulong going down the mountain, sunny and snowy flying beach.
The rain window means that the guests are listening to the sound of rain, discussing Hua Xinfeng in spring, and shaking the dream of Jiangnan by candlelight. My heart is gray and my eyes are red with tears, and I am more worried about losing the bronze dragon. The wine wakes up the screen window, and the poem is empty, urging the old fairy.
The day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was slightly sunny when the osmanthus was enjoyed in the mountain pavilion.
The clothes on the sea clouds were wet and cold, and the rain in the window was winding up, and the wind was moving. What a pity it is in the autumn of rice and beam, and it is the best way to honor the former Chu River and Wu Shan. Sitting on the golden boundary of 3,, leaning on the sky and fragrant twelve columns, not on earth.
The cold, odorless catkins pounce on the future, but the frozen pears can't be brushed away, and the big plaster overflows 3, boundaries. The silver edge has touched the east sea, and the heart of Tanmei is hard to get. Yuan Anshe in the urn, Dangwei House in the salt heap, and dancing pavilions and singing platforms in the powder jar.
I gave Sun Meige Shouyang Palace a new make-up to try on, and the green fairy sound on the calyx improved the old cavity. I was afraid that I would dream of visiting my son. The powder leaves traces on the sleeves, and the picking is gratifying and dim. Baiyun paper account, Qingfeng Yutang, Danyue screen window.
Deqing Long Bridge * * * sees the balcony, the city is open in the floating sea, the cliff collapses and Changhong is there. Abandoning the body and feeling strong, lying on black dragon scales and growing moss. The wind is blowing, the moonlight is exquisite, and Penglai is carved with jade.
cold weather and rain knot the bow, the green leaves spread smoke from the rudder tower, and the frost branches stand in a crescent moon and slim. Pan-fragrance is full of autumn, which is better than floating waves. Driving a silver star in a dream, carrying wine with golden stems and jade dew, and making the rivers and lakes romantic.
Ding Chaoqing's half-room in Xizhai is narrow in autumn and exquisite in jade, and the fragrance of Gu Dingchun is luxuriant and loose, and the low screen has a pear blossom dream. Small can be twelve peaks, and noble spirit is calm here. No dirt, no dust, no smoke, no fog, etc.
The shallow water in autumn is cold in the fan head of Fufanma, the alfalfa frost is light and the grass is gradually spotted, and the flying geese are not shot in the Luan arc. Between the eagle and the jade, drunk from the balcony. The fox hat is exposed to the west wind, and the dome is full of green hills at night. Brief introduction of Qiao Ji, the author of "The Fairy of Double Water Diversion _ Lianxianglin South Garden"
Qiao Ji (128 ~ 1345) was a zaju writer and Sanqu writer in Yuan Dynasty. One is called Qiao Jifu, the word Meng Fu, the name Sheng Crane Weng, and the name Freemasonry. A native of Taiyuan who lives in Hangzhou, his zaju works can be found in Yuan Qu Xuan, Zaju by Ancient Masters, and Liu Zhi Ji. Sanqu works have more than 2 poems and 11 divertimentos compiled by Quanyuan Sanqu. Today, Sanqu Collection has a copy of Wen Huzhou Ji Ci, a collection of Qiao Mengfu Xiao Ling by Li Kaixian, and a collection of Sanqu Series by Ren Ne. In addition, Qian Daxin recorded a volume of Yuefu for the Vagrant Old Man in the Book of Supplementing the History of Yuan Dynasty, which has been lost. Other works of Qiao Ji
○ Folding laurel to make the guest window clear
○ Small pink to spring in always in my heart
○ Folding laurel to make Bingzi swim more and more nostalgic
○ Folding laurel to make the singer on Tanabata
○ More works of Qiao Ji.