Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery. ?
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
The difficulties in life and the embarrassment in thought in the past are no longer worth mentioning. Now in to beno. 1, that gloom has gone like the wind, and my heart is really inexhaustible. I really want to embrace this nature. Riding on Chang 'an Road, which is full of spring flowers, today's hooves are particularly light, and I have already seen the flowers in Chang 'an unconsciously.
2. Bodhisattva Man Gui Hongsheng broke through Yunbi.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The sound of returning flood broke rinspeed. It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out. The bottom of the candle is bright. Women are better than men. ?
The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to break. Dawn returned to the bull's eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring. The west wind keeps the old cold.
Wild geese return to the south, singing, and heartbreaking songs disappear in the blue sky. Snowflakes are falling outside the window, and a wisp of furnace smoke rises vertically indoors. In the candlelight, she wore a bright-colored Impatiens on her head, and the people decorated on it were lighter than jewels.
One night, the piercing sound of the trumpet urged the dawn, and it was already dawn, and the sky was about to dawn. In a blink of an eye, the sky is bright and the spring flowers are in bloom. But in early spring, the west wind is still blowing, and the flowers are still threatened by the cold of late spring, so I have the heart to come out and fight for spring!
3. Yu Lou Chun Zun intended to say the return date.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
I'm going to talk about the date of return before I respect you. I want to talk about spring first. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
Before opening the bottle, I plan to set a return date and long for a drink. When I want to say something, the beautiful woman has nothing to cry, like the charming face of the spring breeze, I will mourn myself first. Ah, life is sentimental, and it doesn't matter if you don't hate it-the breeze on the roof and the bright moon in the sky.
Don't sing new songs and clear songs before farewell, which has made people sad. Ah, at this time, you only need to see all the peonies in the city, and then you can travel with me, so that you can bid farewell to the spring breeze less sadly.
4, raw tea son Guanshan soul dreams long
Song: Yan
Mountains have long dreams, but fish and geese have little noise and dust. My temples are pitiful and green, only for old feelings.
Go back to the dream screen window and say it's humanity. It is better to leave than to meet.
The desolate mountain in the desert often haunts me, and it is difficult for relatives far away from the Great Wall to send letters home. It's a pity that my hair at the temples has turned white gradually, just because I look forward to it every day and miss it every night.
When he comes back, I will snuggle up in his arms and tell my heart by the green screen window. I must tell him: "The sadness of parting is really unbearable, and no group can get together to kill time."
5, magnolia, the pond water is slightly warm.
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
The green wind in the pond is slightly warm. I remember Yu Zhen's first meeting. The rhyme of the song is loud and the waist is red. ?
Under the jade hook, there is a fragrant platform. I don't know if I will stay up late when I get drunk. At that time, * * * I enjoyed flowers, and now I don't tally half of them.
The spring wind, with a slight warmth, wrinkled a pool of clear water, fresh in my memory, and I met the fairy Yu Zhen for the first time.
The voice is crisp and euphemistic, and the rhythm goes back and forth. The dance is graceful, the pedal beat flies, and the red skirt is dazzling.
Under the jade hook orchid, beside the flower steps, after drunkenness, I didn't feel that the sun was setting and it was getting late.
Those who enjoyed the flowers with me in those days, now look carefully, and less than half of them are around.