Lv Bicheng's Poems (1)
Lv Bicheng in the late Qing Dynasty
Send Yun Shenchu, write a picture of Chanjuan, dressed in fine clothes and faint feathers. It is forbidden to rise, fall and hate forever, and the sword is like an eyebrow. Shield the frontier, cover the gold coins, and lose them lightly. Wandering underground, ashamed to meet the Tang Dynasty.
In order to ask this place, are the lakes and mountains, the pearl court and the opening place still dead? Song Yushu residual fireflies dark, the son of heaven don't worry about women. The summer resort is deserted, the incense trail is cold, and the incense is empty. The west wind is still bright, and tourists are still blessed with corn.
Lv Bicheng in the late Qing Dynasty
Dark China, the dawn is a long shot. Ask who, feminist singing, if Andak? Snow waves look for the sea, and tides look at East Asia in the twentieth century. Don't be surprised to hear the young lady crying crazily.
Quiet and closed, like the length of the night. Bound and tripped, never resting. If you knock on the emperor, you won't see it, and your anger will be hard to drain. I can't get rid of my soul anywhere, and I can't shed blood. Frogs in the well often backfire and have empty feelings.
Ugly slaves slowed down Lv Bicheng in the late Qing Dynasty.
Dong Hengtai Dai, who will go to Fengtou immediately? What worries me most is that the bronze label is dull and the kingfisher is faint. A brigade went out, and Qin Guan was empty. From now on! I am ashamed to look at mink brocade, but I dare not admire Chen Hu.
Still boiling, the residue is not exhausted, and the rotten mouse is still angry. They embroidered curtains, lit official candles at leisure, and shone with red flowers. Everywhere, they mourned, but nothing was left to go to the camp gate.
Warrior Lan Ling Qiu Liu: Lv Bicheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
Crows gather in disorder to write autumn colors in Wucheng. On the banks of the Sui Dyke, the sun sets and the branches are dark. At night, dreams are depressing. In contrast, eyebrows are narrower. I am poor and thin, combing the hair of Xifeng.
Who will cherish spring flowers? The curtain of memories in the red chamber is rolling and smoke is everywhere. Hazy is full of acacia. Naixu blows away, Baihua Palace complains, and tears are picked up by flying swallows.
Sad, complaining about drifting. It resounded through Yangguan again, and the soul broke the bridge. Frost strips are waiting for plum branches to break. Looking at the old country thousands of miles away, the clouds are separated. What's the point of returning to China? Flute asks old posts.
"Miluo hatred. Lv Bicheng, an old work in the late Qing Dynasty
The green arches and red walls of the palace were still rich in the old days. Sad wheat show, vicissitudes of life, bus delay. How many times have you come and gone in a hurry? Lost to Western jackdaw in the west, and died with the crying sun.
Gossip in the Southern Dynasties, who followed the Qing Dynasty to collect incense? The Han Palace is waxed and Qin Jing shines with stars, which is a case of thick porcelain? But Jiangcheng, playing the strings, laments the wind and rain in Huangling. I dare not say that the new pavilion has fallen flowers and partridges are crying.
Lv Bicheng's Poems (2)
Lv Bicheng in the late Qing Dynasty: "Taking Cold as the Painting Element"
In early spring, the Sui Palace was locked, and people came to the depths of the five clouds. I am fascinated by Jingtangxiang, and I cry in Yingtai. Why should I limit my mood at that time! There is no basis for ups and downs. At the beginning, the jade seal buried the dust, and the copper fairy cried. One hundred and sixty years old, the sunset has no words to send spring away.
Who will continue the flower spectrum? There are lovers who win in the plain, and they all write the same mind. The silver tube is spring, the tooth is secret, and three thousand beads wear it. People who love the past, listen to complaints, dress up, and the sound of water can be infectious. Flowers and rain blow cold, and the topic reminds us of that sentence.
"Zhu Yingtai Gold" Lv Bicheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
Holding a silver bottle and a jade well, Wu An Garden, Qiu Si. Traveling in Fang Lu, dreaming of falling into Chu Tianyuan.
The most pitiful moon with a frown, generally thin, and goodbye, reluctant to see again.
Tired and coagulated, but resistant to disease, Ye Jing cream, red and blue crying. The powder is sticky and fragrant, and the sleeves are searched quietly.
The figure in the column is sad, and smoke and fog are the bitterness of the family.
Du Jiangchun was green in the late Qing Dynasty.
Zen is wonderful, and it proves the nirvana of the road. Who will inherit the salary? The avoidance of Qin shocked Xianyang.
A furious tide crushed the cinnabar land, causing a red dust thousands of feet in spring. A person is tired of flying, and after several misunderstandings, Red City is on the rise.
Ning, Bing Xue, refers to the posts from Pop and Yao Feng.
The fire is five baht, the immortals are around, and the stone is unscrupulous.
Counting the world, silence. Teaching burns wax to ashes, and tears dry early.
Lv Bicheng, the "Dingfengbo" in the Late Qing Dynasty
Dream pen gives birth to flowers, but there is always magic, and dark red blows like a shuttle. The waves say that spring is beautiful, and it is important to save. Ten years later, there will be a storm.
But there are golden branches to shine on the sea, but no nets to stand on. The tall buildings in the northwest are closed, the curtains are rolled, and there are many heartbroken people in the distance.
Jiang Shenzi: Lv Bicheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
It's sentimental and heartless to urge flowers, rain and sunshine. Twenty-four winds are the clearest. Replace songbirds like passers-by, swallow them first, then welcome them.
Floating life takes this as a spin, this is dust, love the world of mortals. Like a dream warbler, plus a dreamer. Spring marks are like dreams, don't be bitter, call for truth.
Lv Bicheng's Poems (3)
Qionglou Lv Bicheng in late Qing Dynasty
Joan Lou Qiu Si, cold, everywhere. Forget winning or losing after chess, and recognize joys and sorrows after dreams.
The golden wheel is full, and the blue sea is not wide. Want to imitate Sao words, ask questions from heaven, and all souls are sad around the altar.
Lv Bicheng in the late Qing Dynasty
Water surrounds the lonely village, the trees are still shining, and the desolate ancient road has the wind of early autumn. Where shall we put the saddle tonight? A whip points to a small green hill.
The sky in the desert, far from the decaying grassland, is hard to turn yellow and green. Youth is limited, hatred is endless, and life is dark and old.
Qing Ping Lv Le Bi Cheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
Cold and red songs are everywhere, and dreams are around Furong Garden. Han Yin is shallower and the wind is slightly blowing.
Pearl curtains are everywhere at the water's edge, when will the bright moon press the strings? It's not a lonely goose. Autumn sounds can't reach the world.
"Sauvignon Blanc" in Lv Bicheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
Maple leaves are red, persimmon leaves are red, and red leaves make a few trees in the south of the Yangtze River, which makes people cry.
The mountain is heavy, the water is heavy, the water is heavy and hateful, and dreams fly around.
Lv Bicheng, the "Nanxiangzi" in the Late Qing Dynasty
The rain has risen and left marks, and the new water is as green as a cloud. Momo was flooded in several places. Qiancun cold food Dongfeng has a different kind of spring.
Re-read the broken inscriptions and cover the old rain graves with grass. A pair of butterflies flew away, and the soul of spring knew whose bad green clothes it was.
Lv Bicheng's Poems (IV)
"Langtaosha" Lv Bicheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
The cold wears clouds, and the precious seal floats. Listen to the rain in the middle of the night Are the colors rich? People are worried about flowers.
I'm afraid to stare at the distance, but I can't take it away from my mind. If you stay for a long time, people who are ill will send them off in the spring and worry about others.
"Spring is in the garden. "Lv Bicheng in Late Qing Dynasty" Wandering in the Lounge
Such an immortal source is only in the world, living in seclusion. Listen to Songtao valley, there is no wind; There are four locks on the smoke, and it is often cloudy when it doesn't rain. The rainbow flows in the curved column, and the dangerous building shrugs the jade. The night is quiet, the wind is blowing slightly, and I am on cloud nine.
How many times can a floating life board? Pack your cigarettes and sing bitter songs. Let you go back and forth, who is the guest and who is the Lord; Clouds are ethereal, and there is no past lives. The yellow crane is hard to recruit, soft and red, and I can't help looking back. Empty and melancholy, why do you want to knock the mountain god?
Partridge sky. Chinese Valentine's Day in Lv Bicheng in the late Qing Dynasty
A colorful brocade, the coolness in the small building reached the clouds. Spend their honeymoon/honeymoon/honeymoon/needle begging for clever pity, while spider webs pull sadness and hate midnight.
The smoke dispersed and the dew dispersed, and the blue sky was a mirror that shed the autumn chill. Tianhe is full of silver waves for a long time, and there are no more floating guests.
Introduction of plum blossoms in Jiangcheng. The cherry blossoms on Lake Geneva are like the sea, which makes them strong and prosperous. Lv Bicheng in the late Qing Dynasty.
Let the clouds help you dream under the sky. Blame the east wind and ask the east wind. The bottom is the lips, and it takes a lot of effort to push the orchid. Spring marks are too bright, but they are still woven, one flower after another.
A heavy distance, the flower shadow melts, the wave shadow is red, countless. There are countless flowers. The evil spirits sang the soul and turned the pink circle upside down. Who let bees escape from the color world? The calendar is chaotic, and there is no way to get through.
Li Zigan: Lv Bicheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
A touch of spring marks in the dream, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the willows are soft. The pearl curtain swings with a silver hook for ten miles, and the kite talks about the east wind, which is the Red Chamber.
Don't have a future, reminisce about the past, spend a few days in youth, and start to worry. Chang 'an fell in love with the last autumn, the bells were whispering in the west wind, and there was a red pocket.
Lv Bicheng's "Tea Son" in the Late Qing Dynasty
It's clear and rainy, and it's good to think and spend. Wandering couples are dying, and reminiscence has become a worry.
When picking blue and white flowers, * * * says spring is good. Six paintings of Luo skirt swept the grass in the south of the Yangtze River.
Bodhisattva Man: Lv Bicheng in the Late Qing Dynasty
The leaves of the dance clothes are fragrant, but the carnival is prosperous. Jun Tian's past is like a dream, and the dream comes back with clear tears.
After the branches are frosted, the sick bones are as thin as people, and the willows fly every other year. Who will roll up the curtains when the building is empty?
Lv Bicheng South Tower Order in the Late Qing Dynasty
The fallen leaves look at the city, and the branches hate the early frost. I like mountains and forests, and I change my autumn makeup at first sight. Thank you, Ni Lang, for passing the brush, revealing the crimson ochre and dyeing it light yellow.
The shadow of the bridge loves the sunset, and the sand marks lead the shore. Lock your worries, and ten miles will clear Hunan. A poet is as lonely as a goose.