Appreciation of beautiful poems

Ci is a popular literary genre in China in Song Dynasty, and it is also one of the new-style poems relative to classical poetry, which marks the highest achievement of literature in Song Dynasty.

Song Ci is a dazzling pearl in the crown of China ancient literature, and a fragrant and gorgeous garden in Yuen Long, an ancient literature in China.

Song Ci, with its colorful and varied verve, competes with Tang Poetry and Yuan Qu, and has always been called a "double wonder" with Tang Poetry, representing the prosperity of a generation of literature.

Appreciation of Nine Beautiful Song Poems: One Song Poem sang the beauty of the immortals and everything in previous lives!

Like a dream. It suddenly blew and rained last night.

Song liqing Zhao

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

You know what? You know what?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

The pride of the fisherman, the small bridge on the Ping 'an River,

Wang Song Anshi

There are thousands of bridges on the flat river bank, and the soft blue water is covered with flowers and plants.

There are some windows in the hut.

Before the dust comes, there will always be a spring breeze to clean it.

Sleeping in the afternoon is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow.

It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today.

I am greedy for dreams, but I forget Handan Road.

Huanxisha has always been young and limited.

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I have always been young and limited.

Waiting to leave is easy to be ecstatic.

Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.

Mountains and rivers are far away.

Falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring more,

It is better to pity the present.

Hairpin Fenghuang red brittle hand

Song luyou

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.

East wind evil, thin heart,

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.

No, no, no.

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Momomo.

Liang Zhu chun se

Song sushi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small.

Swallows fly, green water people go around.

There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall.

The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.

Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

Spring is like a dream

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The warbler is more ruddy with its beak, and the swallow sweeps up the green ripples with its tail tip.

Cold is cold, Yu Sheng is cold, but people in blowing sheng are excited to play the tune Little Plum, and the sound is melodious and resounding, and the listener is excited, vigorous and full of spring.

Still, still,

People and poplars are thin.

Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun

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Bo Yunqiao, flying stars spread hatred,

Yin and Han are both dark.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Tender as water, ritual like a dream,

Endure the magpie bridge and return home.

If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time?