Very short Tang poetry and Song poetry

Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing the guests come in, socks and gold hairpin all slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. When I woke up, I felt deeply that the window of Huanxisha small courtyard was red with candles, and the heavy curtain was not heavy, so I couldn't talk to the lyre by leaning against the building. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the breeze blows the rain lightly, and the pear blossoms are hard to thank. It is difficult to ban the cold in spring, the jade stove sinks smoke, and the dream goes back to the mountain to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. The lotus flower on the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya with a smile, just to be guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to be drunk with the previous respect than to lose the hearts of Dong Lieju and Huang Die. It's sunny and warm, and the wind has just stopped. My eyes are bright and my cheeks are beautiful. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy. At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. They are all Li Qingzhao's.