Thousands of trees open in the east wind night,
Blowing down, the stars are like rain,
BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow willows, golden plumes,
The laughter faded away.
Looking for him in the crowd,
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
2, "Jinse" Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
3, "Butterfly Lovers" Su Shi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches
There are many fish in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound.
Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
4. Cuihu, called "the South Village of Beijing"
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
5, "Magnolia Order" Nalan Rong Ruo
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
6. Chun Qing.
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.
There is a lingering fragrance here, and the beloved doesn't know where to go.
When is the most violent time when the symptoms of lovesickness come?
It's when the light is half dark and the moon is half bright and half bright.
I just want these short-lived things now. I recited it by myself. Li Bai's Song of Eternal Sorrow is very rhythmic. I recited it, but it was too long. I was carrying a star. You can have a look if you are interested. Buddhism has a poem: "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There is nothing, so there is no dust. " It is also very philosophical and easy to remember. In addition, if beautiful poetry is the best of Nalan's virtue, it is delicate and feminine, that is, sentimental. Tao Yuanming's poems are also very good, and Li Qingzhao's are also very good.