Where is a duckweed going?
Shallow and long waves,
Floating dreams, heavy self-doubt.
Look at its silk roots,
Swimming coldly, dripping silently.
Jade bird and red wine by the mirror,
Longing to fly, gradually forgetting.
Mr.zhou pointed, not knowing what to think.
Where Mo Wen falls, it hurts to fall and it gets cold to stay.
(meaning: the questioning of the lost time and the belief of breaking through the shackles of time and space)
What do you mean, ten sides cherish the lyrics.
Title: Love and Sincerity Original Song: Kui Qi Lyrics: Lin Composers: Cao Xuefen Album: Daxiong Cantonese Lyrics: Actually, I am happier just waiting for you to tell me. In fact, everyone has long suspected that everyone is busy, just a little tired of playing, or bored and afraid to disturb each other. If you are willing to be honest with each other, at least they feel free and won't cry. ...
What does spring mean?
1. Scenery and scenery in spring.
2. It refers to years and youth.
3. Refers to the news (mostly refers to the ambiguous relationship between men and women). This meaning can be further deepened.
4. Describe a happy face.
What does spring mean?
1. Scenery and scenery in spring.
2. It refers to years and youth.
3. Refers to the news (mostly refers to the ambiguous relationship between men and women). This meaning can be further deepened.
4. Describe a happy face.
Personally, I think the spring scenery that everyone is talking about now is very popular, YD, hehe.
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What does it mean that the touch of the finger is empty?
Broken flowers,
People are haggard,
The cold night is infinitely beautiful.
Empty wine glasses,
My thoughts are flying,
Memories are full of blood and tears.
The wind is blowing slightly,
People can't sleep,
It used to be hard to find,
I want to savor it,
With a flick of your finger,
Everyone is drunk. ......
Flowers fall on friends, and spring breeze sends acacia. What does it mean for a person to enjoy loneliness and fragrance alone, sneak into his heart and dream of fragrance?
If the heart is like snow, the feather that writes slowly is Gong Yan; Book fragrance makes wine, and poetry is clear; Send a message in red and pass it on; Splash ink to condense the picture of painters. Fireworks have a fleeting time, silently counting the cold in loneliness and pain, quietly enjoying youth in light singing and dancing, waiting for flowers to bloom under the eaves in front of the courtyard, sitting under the canopy of the sky and watching the clouds roll and relax. Listening to the rain on the railing, my thoughts swam in the rain and danced into butterflies. Riding a light dance filled with rain and fog, it condenses into a curtain of dreams. Such as the feelings of lotus, let the beautiful acacia break into a butterfly, dance lightly at the fingertips of the fleeting time, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, pick off the stars all over the sky and give a gift to explain flowers. Look at the place, eyebrows are low, and if you give gifts to each other, it doesn't hurt. The homesick sail ran aground on the windless sea. The budding heart is lost in the song of summer night. Love is hurt when you don't know the truth, the beginning and the end. You can't escape the dialogue in your heart. Holding a piece of paper, writing a poem for you, thinking about it, has been moved. An egret looking at the broken line and strolling leisurely. A wisp of lingering emotion overflows, the ancient ferry and the slender bamboo flute are playing the eternal swan song of the world of mortals. Borrow a piece of plain paper, take Mo Xiang as the word, spread the sadness between your eyebrows with the elegance of Song Ci, and beautify your earthly charm with flowers. Holding a handful of water, cutting a wisp of breeze, carrying thousands of feelings, quietly in the world, indifferent to each other. A long fragrance, such as autumn water, is intoxicating, lingering in your fingers, carrying your thoughts, waiting for the clear water and the long moon in the youthful years when the night is as cool as water and the rain is as light as cold ... ● Tonight, standing in the clouds of the sunset. Give deep and long feelings to long poems, sing the graceful beauty in songs and poems, and go boating on the water. I don't know how many lingering notes my slender soul can carry for you. I am afraid that after a few seasons, my pen and ink will gradually cool down. I don't know you, will you still ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years and play a welcome heart sound for me? Willow trees are dancing to make the wind quiet. Tears for you, the butterfly language is popular in the still night. Who is your watch, who will read your melancholy. If there is an afterlife, I will be a heartless person, drink Meng Po Tang, cross the Naihe Bridge, cut off eternal love, forget the love of the Millennium, and bury my vows on the Sansheng stone forever. In this way, can I have no nostalgia? Can you be so heartbroken? Can you be heartless? If the night is light, the dream shadow is tired of leaning on flowers. I am full of tenderness and sadness, I will be elegant, I will be full of paper customs; Twisting the moon for three minutes, it becomes a flower edge, fate is displaced, and the dust edge is abolished. Dreams are far away, but your shadow is as pale as smoke, but it is always in my distance. I use my delicate fingers to stand slim, cross the willow bank, carry a wisp of breeze, fly over the dust of a thousand years, and lie drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, in the flowers in my dream ... ● The night is very thick and the dream is too thin. Who wants to wait for whom? A long and gorgeous chapter in life, who wants to stay for whom? Fireworks can't be cut, but neither can they. Hold a handful of acacia rain, fold a missing flower, float across the chrysanthemum platform, crush autumn flowers, gather your figure with expectation, and tell me that my dream has broken my sadness, but I wonder if I can hear my faint sigh in the world of mortals? Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day? Dance your fingers gently, cross the oblique clouds, cut out a plain clothes for your mood, and write it gently into the fleeting time with simple and faint feelings. Cut off the sunset glow, embrace a deep feeling, embrace a shallow pity, swing a graceful heart, dance in the cool breeze and bright moon, and listen to the passage of time. Looking back at the fine dust, watching the wonderful fireworks show, guarding the long stream of Shui Yuan and crossing the dust for thousands of years are all warm to you. ● Cut the candle and talk at night yesterday. Today, the horizon was broken. When is the evening? For you, I picked up the scenery all the way, sang and danced for you, gently closed my eyes, picked a petal floating in my hair, and threw a heart sound like water all the way. Miss a thousand miles of smoke, sigh and sigh, if you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish your obsession and expectation to a corner of the sea, and never be contaminated with acacia again, isolated from your concern? ● Smoke is frivolous, slender tassels dance like filar silk thoughts, and the rain is soft and indulged in the warmth of butterflies. You know, the mediastinal landscape, every time the butterfly wings move, it will open a flower. Shui Yunjian, I want to wake up the clear water with the flowers, leaving only beautiful scenery. Even if I am silent, I am still happy. ● Dawn-night ......
Life is a lonely guest, so why be sentimental to comfort loneliness?
A poem written by Mei Fei in the palace during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, Yang Yuhuan was very popular. In the early years of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, when the famille rose to nothing, there was a favorite concubine named Mei Fei. Later, Emperor Xuanzong fell in love with Yang Guifei and neglected Mei Fei. Later, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty happened to think of Mei Fei. Out of pity, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty gave Mei Fei a pearl. Mei Fei was not affected, so he wrote a poem "Nagato has no embellishment, why should pearls comfort loneliness". Xuanzong was not happy after reading it, so he asked Yuefu to sing it in a new voice and named it "Welcome to the Pearl". Why should pearls comfort lonely maids holding glittering white jade plates? The tracts are full of round and flawless pearls, and the Nagato Palace is full of holy and bright luster. The pearl was given to her by the emperor. She looked at the bright pearl with frosty plum blossom eyes, and a trace of sadness and sadness flashed on her pale and pretty face. Then she smiled, more holy than pearls. She gently walked to the front of the book case, dipped it in thick ink, waved and said, "Liu Ye's eyebrows have not been painted for a long time, and her makeup is red with tears." Nagato has no embellishment, so why should pearls comfort loneliness? "She gently rolled up the manuscript and put it on the pearl. The cold and ethereal voice gently sounded: "The past and tears, one more pearl. "Love cannot be trusted, and color cannot be trusted. What's the use of pearls to me? Take it away! Even a woman in clothes can learn to refuse the emperor. Please tell the emperor that we have always been sincere, just like every pearl has flashed, but just like pearls, it will turn yellow and dim. I hate everything that turns yellow. In Nagato Palace, there are thousands of fragrant flowers, thousands of snow and thousands of pearls. Their wrists are snow, their hearts are water, their bones are crystal clear, and their Leng Yan is fragrant. How can they be contaminated with dirt? " Say that finish, she turned and stepped into merlin, the slender and thin figure, just like the cold plum burned by frost. In a flash, Yu Di is crisp, and a long day flows through your fingers. She is slim and graceful, with long hair fluttering freely in the wind, quiet and indifferent, like a fairy. She, who is it? She is Mei Fei, a painful woman, a myth from Tianbao period of Tang Dynasty, a wisp of eternal misty smoke, and a beautiful soul with delicate fragrance, soft outside and firm inside, inviting the wind, snow and the moon. My mother was pregnant in October, and she was eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the same flesh and blood in the knife-like abdominal pain day and night. In the struggle, the ugly wall of the wardrobe suddenly filled with the fragrance of plums. A girl as beautiful as jade came to this world of suffering and tempering in fragrance, and opened Ming Che's eyes, pure as water. This is her, Mei Fei Jiang Caiping. The mother died young, and the versatile and lonely father dedicated his life's talent, pride, kindness and sincerity to his daughter. Because her daughter likes plum blossoms, she planted them all over the garden. In the fragrant plum garden, she recited poems and painted, played the flute and danced, and spent one winter after another with white plum blossoms and smoky faint plum fragrance. Smart Apple, many talented sons' courtship requests were declined, just because she deeply understood the pain of his father's early death and naively hoped to spend her life with her lonely old father. Gao Lishi was ordered to draft, Pinger was unable to fight, so he was elected to the palace and started another life. Once upon a time, she was willing to hide her beauty quietly, and with the thoughts of her old father's bone erosion, she looked forward to the day when she was released from the harem, even if she died alone in the palace. However, her peerless fragrance attracted the amorous and handsome Tang. He patiently interpreted her Leng Yan, her fragrance and her flowing eyes. He said intoxicated that his life came alive at that moment and saw the warm sunshine in winter. He wants to make that moment eternal and give her a lifetime of happiness. He solemnly said that Tang belonged to her ... He called "Mei Fei and Mei Fei" enthusiastically, and there was endless tenderness in his smiling eyes. As a result, there is a feeling of thawing on her face, and the warmth of the whole heart blooms instantly, just like the plum blossom behind her, which is extremely delicate and charming. At that moment, the naive apple fell in love with him wholeheartedly, and he really belonged to her. She believes that when beauty disappears and the sun sets, there will be eternity, commitment and happiness. However, Emperor Tang was not an ordinary person, and he still had many fascinating things for him to enjoy. He is fickle, he is still gentle, but his flowing eyes are printed with the beautiful face of another calculating woman. When peony blooms vigorously in the spring breeze, Nagato Palace is deserted and green, and the curtains are silent. She stubbornly believes that deep affection does not need to be distressed. If he knows you and cherishes you, how can he not know your inner pain? She knows what she really needs. ......
Where Mo Wen will fall, it will hurt if it falls, and it will be cool if it stays.
Where is a duckweed going?
Shallow and long waves,
Floating dreams, heavy self-doubt.
Look at its silk roots,
Swimming coldly, dripping silently.
Jade bird and red wine by the mirror,
Longing to fly, gradually forgetting.
Mr.zhou pointed, not knowing what to think.
Where Mo Wen falls, it hurts to fall and it gets cold to stay.
(meaning: the questioning of the lost time and the belief of breaking through the shackles of time and space)
Smile and expect. What is the same poem?
The beauty of the world is Chu; The beauty of Chu lies in Mo Ruochen; The beauty minister is the son of boss Mo Ruochen. The owner's son, adding one point is too long, subtracting one point is too short, the powder is too white, and the vermicelli is too red. Eyebrows are like jade feathers, muscles are like snow, waist is like a bundle, and teeth are like scallops. Smile, confuse Yangcheng and fall in love with Cai. However, this woman has been spying on me on the wall for three years and is still not allowed.
-Excerpt from Song Yu's Ode to the Disciple
Looking back and smiling, the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace faded into nothingness.
-Yang Yuhuan from Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
The mouth is not ordered but contains Dan, and the eyebrows are horizontal and blue.
Such as tracing, such as slimming, I am afraid of rain clouds. Every gesture is very charming and lovely.
Pale eyebrows are like autumn water, and jade muscles follow the breeze.
Xi Wang Shiyong Wei
Since beauty is respected throughout the empire, Xi Shi Jiu Ning Wei? Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and in the palace in the north that night, there was a great lady: one day she was humble, no different from others, and the next day she was promoted, and everyone praised her. What's more, she won't powder her face with her own hands. Without wearing Luo's clothes, your pet is also charming, blinding him away from wisdom. The girls who washed silk beside her were all left at a distance from her chariot. Thanks to the neighbor's son, effective.
Embroidered curtain lotus smiled,
Leaning against the sweet cheeks of the duck,
Oh, I don't know
Soft, skin solidified, collar like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head is a moth's eyebrow, she smiled and looked forward to it. -from the book of songs
The mountain that was photographed in the past is inhabited by gods. Skin is like ice and snow, like a virgin; Don't eat grains, suck the wind and drink dew; Ride the dragon in the clouds and travel around the world; Its spirit is condensed, so that things are not incomplete and immature in the years. (Zhuangzi-Xiaoyao Tour)
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
The snowy river is clear and the empty valley is faint.
If you don't spit, you will be angry. Huarong is graceful, which makes me forget my meal. So the screen will collect wind, and the waves will calm the river. Feng Yi sings drums and Nu Wa sings. Teng Wenyu took the police to ride, and Luan died together. Six dragons go hand in hand, carrying the capacity of a cloud car, whales fly to the hub, and waterfowl fly as a precaution. So he went to the north. After Nangang, I returned to Qingyang and moved my lips to the handover outline with Chen. There are different ways to hate people and God, and it is not appropriate to hate the prime of life. Resist Luo Mei's tears, and the tears flow. Always mourn for a beautiful society. Mourn for the death and leave a foreign land. Love each other mercilessly and offer wisdom from the south of the Yangtze River. Although I am a grandson, my heart grows in the king. Suddenly I didn't realize what I had given up, and I was disappointed that God hid the light at night. So, I carried the mausoleum high on my back, leaving my mind to God, imagining my feelings and longing for my sadness. The complex shape of the dead body can be traced back to the royal canoe. Floating in the long river and forgetting to return, thinking about the governor. Sleepless at night, stained with countless frost. I'll go east when the servant drives. I hate to leave, but I can't.
Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy.
The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly.
Laziness shines on the water like a beautiful flower and acts like a weak willow.
The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.
Like the lotus of water, it has the nature of nature.
There is a beautiful banshee, Pei Xianghui Shui Mei. Shui Mae Fang, who will send it?
A rhinoceros has white teeth and a pair of moths with green eyebrows. A red face is like a lotus, and a plain face is frozen.
Graceful and free, light and uncontrollable. Excellent taste depends on beauty.
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
A generation of the whole city chasing waves, Wu Gongkong. Don't laugh at your neighbor's daughter in the east. You are still wearing gauze on Baixi's head.
-speaking of stone
The glad eye is shy, and the lips are smiling. Wind-rolled grape belt, Rizhao pomegranate skirt
If the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.
Small white orchid fan, thin waist and jade belt dancing, suspected to be a fairy, looking back and smiling, winning glory.
Handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, seeing it and forgetting the customs.
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
If the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.
Cheeks congealed with new lychee, nose greasy with goose fat, gentle and silent, amiable view.
Three Qingping Tunes —— The Beauty of Yang Guifei in Li Bai's Works
one
Clouds need clothes, flowers and tolerance.
The spring breeze opened the threshold and showed its richness.
If it weren't for those Yushan clan chiefs.
I will meet Yaotai under the moon.
Secondly,
A bright and fragrant branch of the farmer, (Henong Red)
Making love is a waste of time.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace?
The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
third
Famous flowers poured into the countryside and enjoyed each other.
Looks like a smiling king.
Explain the infinite hatred for the spring breeze,
Shen Xiangting leaned against the railing in the north.
Wang Guan's Songs and Poems
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown.
If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining.
Take the spring water and send you back.
If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
Most importantly, the person who bows his head and smiles,
Thousands of customs surround the eyebrows ......