1. Playing with my younger brother in Nanzhai and remembering Cui Shaofu in Yin Shan.
Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.
Ran Ran is full of surplus and deficiency, taking it easy, surpassing our wisdom and changing the new into the old.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.
A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
Second, the sapphire case Yuan
Thousands of trees bloom in the oriental night, and there are stars all over the sky like rain, and BMW carving cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Third, the magpie fairy
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Fourth, water tunes the song.
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Verb (short for verb) Ren Yue Song
What a night tonight, roaming in the river. What day is today? Together with the prince.
I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion. Confused mood can not only satisfy the prince.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Poetic content
Poetry is the poet's description of reality or imagination, and the poet expresses his feelings in an artistic way. On the emotional standpoint, there are praises and denials; In terms of expression, there are euphemistic and straightforward;
Formally, the songs of Chu and the poems of Ya, represented by The Book of Songs, originated and Yuefu developed in the Han Dynasty. The main carriers of poetry are modern poetry and ancient poetry, which reached their peak in the Tang Dynasty, as well as the most popular words and Yuanqu in the Song Dynasty.