Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Boudoir Love
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
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Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Style: Five Ancient Categories: Unknown
Eight-year-old stealing a mirror, long eyebrows have been able to draw.
go for an outing at the age of ten, and hibiscus will be a skirt.
twelve learned to play the Zheng, but the silver armor never came off.
Fourteen Tibetans have six relatives, and I know that I am still unmarried.
the fifteenth weeping spring breeze, under the swing on the back.
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Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Style: Qilv Category: Unknown
a faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, lines your green canopy, closed for the night.
will your shy face peer round a moon-shaped fan, and your voice be heard hushing the rattle of my carriage?.
it is quiet and quiet where your gold lamp dies, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper?.
I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to wait for a good wind in the southwest.
Go to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long.
The life of a goddess is a dream, if they take no lovers into their rooms?.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves.
I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, yet how it serves to ease my heart!.
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Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Style: Qilv Category: Unknown
you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell.
I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale.
blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, musk deer smoked hibiscus slightly embroidered.
but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away.
a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool.
The golden toad is locked and burned incense, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished.
in love, there is no competition between flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
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Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Style: Qilv Category: Unknown
the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp.
till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift.
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Author: Li Shangyin's Year: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
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Where to mourn the zither, the cherry blossoms hang down the Yangan.
if the old woman in the owner marries or doesn't sell, it will be March and a half in the daytime.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and she looks at the same wall after it is clear and warm.
When the exhibition turned to the fifth watch, Yanzi in the beam heard a deep sigh.
Brother Wang visited the foreign ministers who feared him, and when he saw a small drink, he was mourned.
He didn't go because he sent it.
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Xie Fu's family is in the old days, but now the song belongs to Tan Lang.
There is no place where the curtain hangs down, and when you want to dust, you will fall into bed.
Ji's young boy is still pitiful, but how can Zuo's charming girl look forward to it?
It's hard to get rid of all kinds of illnesses, and the westerly night is long in Wan Li.
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I'm sorry for the sound of the film, and the lotus leaf in the jade pond is just a field.
If you don't look back at Shaw History, don't see Hongya patting your shoulder again.
Zifeng puts on Chu Pei, and Red Scale dances wildly to pluck the Hunan strings.
E Jun looked at the boat in the middle of the night, and embroidery was burned and slept alone.
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Tanabata came first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging.
the jade wheel looks after the rabbit's newborn spirit, but the iron net coral has no branches.
Check with God to teach in the scenery, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper.
Wu Huang's biography is clearly there, but it is always unknown to the Taoist world.
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It is said that the sepals of Yanmen are green and flowery, and in the past year, they reached the end of the world.
I didn't know that a guest from Qin Lou peeked at the flowers in the Wu Wang Garden one night.
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The water spirit is like a jade chain, and the danger of going to Caicheng is not broken.
The red cherry contains white snow, and it sings sunshine in the heartbroken voice.
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Acacia in the daytime can be helpless, and Yancheng will pass by in the clear night.
I only know that spring comes thin, not that spring comes alone.
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Upstairs, I want to have a rest at dusk, and the jade ladder crosses the moon.
Bananas don't show lilac knots, but they are sad in the same spring breeze.
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A high-rise building in southeast Hideteru, where people sing Shizhou upstairs.
I don't know how worried I am about the spring mountain.
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Every time there is smoke and fog, a thousand things fall.
to report pedestrians, take a break, leave them behind, send them off and welcome them back.
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The turmoil in Wan Li is like a leaf boat,
It's even more embarrassing to recall the early days.
There is no attraction between the Bijiang River and the Yellow River, and
There is little to stay by the sand.
Yide's murders are finally reported to the Lord,
Atong Gaoyi Town is in the autumn.
Life is long and meaningless,
Nostalgia for the past * * * grows old.
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The white road lingers in the dusk, and the spots hiss and break the seven fragrant cars.
Who laughs at the spring breeze from * * *? It breaks 1, Yangcheng houses in vain.
it's late in the spring, but the night is dry for the time being.
the sound of the building will make you afraid to climb, and the curtain will be too difficult to dry.
I'm so ashamed of the hairpin, and I'm really ashamed of being in the mirror.
Go back to Hengtangxiao, and Huaxing will send a treasure saddle.
according to the early love of the beam, the water is old and famous.
the skirt is small in furong, while the hairpin is light in jadeite.
Jin Chang's book is solemn, with fine eyebrows and clear hatred.
don't play chess near, the center is the most uneven.
you are always rewarded, and you are invited in autumn and summer.
the bamboo garden turns to despair, and the pool is especially lonely.
when the flowers are exposed, the wind and butterflies are strong and charming.
if you join hands here, you will not talk to yourself.
The fairy in Zifu is a treasure lamp, and the cloud slurry has not been drunk to form ice.
It's on the twelfth floor of Yaotai on a snowy and moonlit night.