First, "be good and go early"
The whole poem: Taxes will be levied in the morning, and guests will feel sorry for their hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have jingled, and people who go out for a long trip are still thinking about their hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are messy, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; Pale white bitter orange blossoms lit up the mud wall of the post station. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of geese are playing in the clear pond.
Second, "for teenagers"
The whole poem: Rivers and seas meet and hate many people, and there are waves in the Dongting under the autumn leaves. Wine night farewell Huaiyin city, the bright moon shines on tall buildings.
There are too many people wandering in the rivers and lakes, and yellow leaves fall into Dongting Lake one after another. Drinking in the middle of the night means bidding farewell to the streets of Huaiyin, and we sing a farewell song in the moonlight.
Third, "demon resentment"
The whole poem: the dream of the silver bed is not round, the sky blue is like water, and the night is as light as a cloud. The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.
It's hard to dream of a cold mattress on an autumn night. The sky is as blue as water and the clouds are as light as sand. The sound of geese flies far over Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines on the twelfth floor.
Four, "Lotus Cup, a little dew condensation"
The whole poem: a little dew is cold, and the pond is full of waves. The green stems are red, the intestines are broken and the water is cold.
The cold morning wind condensed a little dew, and a faint mist was created in the sparkling Shui Ying. Look at the pond full of green leaves and red flowers. A heartbroken girl is even more embarrassed.
Five, "Give Shu Fu Jiang"
The whole poem: I worked hard in Chengdu and made great contributions. After ten years of scattered swords, everything flows with brocade. Chi has Han Ming Festival, and his name is Youzi's stagnation in Wu Gou. While carving, I recognize that the arrow is cold and heavy, and I immediately listen to the grass. Today, every time I meet you, I am disappointed. Han Xin, who is in charge of baby-rearing, has been appointed.
When Nan Man invaded Chengdu, Shu will make many military achievements. Ten years ago, in the autumn of Jianmenguan, I separated from you. Today, ten years later, everything flows eastward with Jinjiang. During the Nanzhao invasion, you have demonstrated your ambition and integrity with the meritorious military service, but your fame is second. Shooting a sculpture under the heavy Leng Yun, recognizing one's own arrow and listening to Hu Jia suddenly seemed full of sadness. I am even more disappointed to see you again today, but I know that Han Xin, who was born in humble origins, has also been blocked.
Sixth, "adding Yang Liuzhi words"
The whole poem: a foot of crimson dust, the old is not as good as the new. Acacia peach pit is hateful, and Xu Yuanlai has no one else.
A long dark red dress will be covered with pale yellow dust over time. Since ancient times, old things are not as pleasing as new things. You and I should be as steadfast as acacia walnuts, but I didn't expect that you already had someone else in your heart, which made me hate you after all.
Seven, "Looking at Jiangnan, Wash and Dress"
The whole poem: wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
After washing and dressing, I looked out from the railing of Wangjianglou alone. Hundreds of ships passed by, and none of the expected people appeared. The afterglow of the sun shines on the river, and the river flows slowly, and the tenderness of missing lingers on that Baipingzhou.
Eight, "dream of Jiangnan, never hate"
The whole poem: Never hate, hate at the end of the world. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting.
Although there are many kinds of hatred, what I hate most is that the person who has been away from the world has not returned for a long time. The bright moon over Cangshan does not know the sorrow in my heart. The rustling wind on the water blew the petals down to the water's edge, and Yun Lan swaying in the distant sky was slightly tilted by the evening wind.
Nine, "more leaking jade furnace incense"
The whole poem: Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to the painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold. Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
The jade stove spits smoke, the red candle drops tears, and the swaying light and shadow reflect the sadness of the gorgeous house. Her moth eyebrows have faded, her sideburns are messy, and she can't sleep at night, only her pillow is cold. The buttonwood tree outside the window was wet by the cold rain in the middle of the night, whether she was sad for the departure in the room or not. Drop by drop, raindrops pounded the leaves of buttonwood and fell on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
X. "more missing stars"
The whole poem: the stars are sparse, the bells and drums rest, and Xiaoying fades outside the curtain. The dew is heavy, the wind is slanting, and the court is full of flowers. On the empty pavilion, leaning on the bar seems to be last year's melancholy. Spring has gone and spring has come, and there are endless thoughts, and old feelings are like dreams.
The stars on the horizon are gradually disappearing into the mist, the bells and drums in the distance have stopped, and the small shadow outside the window is singing to send the waning moon west. Orchids are condensed with crystal-clear morning dew, willow branches dance with the wind, and the flowers in the court report the spring dusk. In the empty attic, I am still looking at the railing, depressed, just like last year. Spring is about to pass, and the joy of the old days is like a mirage in a dream. I am still waiting for you in the middle of endless lovesickness.