[Li Chi Ngai] Related poetry operation elements I live in Yangtze River Head [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] During the Song Dynasty, I lived at the head of the Yangtze River and Jun lived at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Xie Chichun can be sold out cold [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] In the Song Dynasty, the cold was exhausted, and after the rain was clear. The flower diameter is red and the wind and marsh are wrinkled. Ru Yan wears a house, flying catkins touch the sleeves. When it's sunny, it's still late. It tastes like wine. Frequency shift follows the eyes, and the space is sparse. I didn't see and think, but I saw it anyway. In order to meet more often, why not stay together for a long time? People don't get married until they are old. And this hate was paid to the court before Liu.
Que Qiao Xian Feng Qing Yue Ying [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] In the Song Dynasty, the wind was clear and the moon was bright, and it was naturally charming, making it a beautiful boudoir. Love is too much, so it can't be forbidden, often for the present. Lv Yun is low, the red tide is slightly high, and the curtain of painting begins to appear. Generally speaking, it is annoying, deep, awkward and a little wrinkled.
Nanxiangzi Dragon Boat Festival [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] It was rainy and humid at dusk in the Song Dynasty. In the afternoon, Chen Jia closed the door alone. The nest swallow leads the chicks to the end, which is fascinating. Look for marks between beams in the air. A guest house is like a village. Nobody brought a good bottle. Only Yinger knows this kind of hatred and is very diligent. Just like I smelled it on the pillow.
Looking back at Wucheng Old Garden like a dream [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] Looking back at the old courtyard of Wucheng in Song Dynasty. Still dark green and light red. There is not much spring, and the sun is full of swallows. I didn't see it. I didn't see it. The door was covered with falling flowers.
Fisherman's lofty sentiments, wash away the autumn colors, as beautiful as jade [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] In the Song Dynasty, autumn was washed away and the sky was like jade. When the stars are sparse and the moon is sparse, people will be quiet first. The staff are looking around for a long road. In a daze The calf on the shore is very leisurely. I want to go to a distant boat. Who should I sing from? When I came back, I was so haggard that I woke up like a person. Know what the situation is. Shen Shen, but I feel that the village is full of smoke.
Recalling Qin E with Taibai Rhyme [Author] Li Chi Ngai? Qing Yan Xi in Song Dynasty. Frost and wind washed the mountains and moons. Welcome the clouds in the mountains and send them away. I wonder what time it is today. Lingbi looked at the broken sound and the dust settled. Sound and dust are absolutely dead. Sails come and go, and the sky is double.
Xijiangyue, longing to return [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] In the Song Dynasty, I longed for it, but I didn't get it. It's all in my heart Forget the frost facing the snow. Sometimes in dreams, lovesickness is everywhere. If you have to prepare a small window. Remember the time now.
Bodhisattva Manpeng Mountain in the depths of Five Clouds [Author] Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] Pengshan in the depths of the Five Clouds in the Song Dynasty. Cold light fog is heavier than silver toad. The pillow is fragrant. Spring breeze still has a long way to go. These geese can't get books. People are quiet and the door is quiet. A gust of wind. Yunshan is tens of millions of pounds.
Tread in the sand or return to Li Chi Ngai? [Dynasty] The Song Dynasty still belongs to it, and it's the past. Good winds lead to the meridian. A few birdsongs urge farming, the grass grows long and the warbler flies dark, and spring will be dusk. Down and out, nothing, nothing. Accompany the wild old days. Affectionate only faces the mountain, not drifting with the tide.