Masterpiece: Hairpin Phoenix is weaker than the world and worse than human feelings, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are residual, the mood is silent, and it is difficult to speak alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, and the night was dim, so people were afraid to ask, but tears filled them. Hide, hide, hide!
Mrs. Hua Rui: First, she was Meng Changjun's beloved princess, and then she was recruited into the palace by Zhao Kuangyin.
Masterpiece: Poems of National subjugation
It took only 10,000 troops to destroy Shu in Song Dynasty, but 140,000 soldiers of Shu almost surrendered without fighting. Mrs. Huarui went into exile with Meng Changbei and spent the night in Meng Jia Post Station, feeling the sadness of the country's demise. She wrote this song "Picking Mulberry Seeds" on the wall of the museum. She had to be half-hearted because of the urging of the army, but she cried.
mulberry leaf harvest
My heart will break when I leave Shudao for the first time.
Stay away from hatred.
Spring is like a year,
Smell cuckoo from time to time immediately.
Li Qingzhao
This should be familiar to everyone. ...
Wulingchun
Song Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
I can't worry much.
There is a sweet smell around us.
Song Qingzhao
The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep.
The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water?
No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing.
Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace.
It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
bright red
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Shengchazi
Cold food is not long, and the east wind is evil for a few days. No mood, no fatigue, no fragrance, only leisure.
Jade cut jade skirt, illness scares me. I can't bear to look at the blinds, lonely pear flower falls.
Irises send spring.
There are thousands of small trees hanging outside the building. If you want to be young, go there if you live less in spring. You are floating catkins in front of the wind and follow the spring to see where you go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu. At that time, being heartless, Mo Ye wept bitterly. Let alone send wine in spring, it rains at dusk.