In the Spring Festival Evening, the flowers fall green, and the night is cool and the moon is half full of phoenix trees.
At dusk, people followed the geese in the distant border town, and the rain reflected the curtains and embroidered the pavilions.
The embroidered curtain of the empty pavilion reflects the rain, and the wild geese follow people at dusk.
It was a cold night in Wu Tong for half a month, and the grass and flowers fell in late spring.
Wen, "The Leakage"
Jade furnace incense, red candle tears,
Some photo galleries in Qiu Si.
The eyebrows and eyes are sparse, and the clouds are residual.
The night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood, night rain,
If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a voice,
Empty steps lead to bright places.
Peach and plum trees have blossomed. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground-eternal sadness.
Looking at the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood on a moonlit night.
On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight.
Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together.
Zuihuajian Feng Yansi
The moon sets and the frost is deep, and the courtyard is closed.
The new house is sleeping,
Tung trees lean against carved eaves,
Jin Yao lays bricks.
It's cold at dawn,
Independent and haggard,
The unnecessary worry is not over,
People's emotions are unprovoked,
Don't think, don't regret.
Beginning of autumn Liu Han
The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.
There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon.
Zhou Zizhi
[partridge day]
When a little residual cylinder is about to run out, the cool autumn wind fills the screen. It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. Adjust the treasure and dial the gold, and sing "The Word of the Partridge" together at that time. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Li Qingzhao
Works: Qin Yi
Content:
Lingaoge,
Smoke and light protection in Ye Ping in chaotic mountains.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Song Yan Dao Ji
Yao xian freehand brushwork.
The meaning of the string is broken.
A book is full of infinite things.
I still hate it.
Lie down and listen to the phoenix tree that refuses the rain.
The rain is dark and the moon is hazy.
Where is the soul of a one-night dream? At the Yang Ye Building.
Yan Shu's "Qing Ping Le"
Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
Wei Yun is a river of light, with raindrops and phoenix trees.
If you can't reach the wild stream, the phoenix tree will listen to the rain and sleep.
2. Ask for help, ancient poems and sentences containing the word "tong", which can also be said slowly by Li Qingzhao.
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!
Meet Huan
Nan Tang Li Yu
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. ②
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
This is sadness (3)
It's not just the general taste. ④
Su Shi, Palindrome with Brocade Map
In the Spring Festival Evening, the flowers fall green, and the night is cool and the moon is half full of phoenix trees.
At dusk, people followed the geese in the distant border town, and the rain reflected the curtains and embroidered the pavilions.
The embroidered curtain of the empty pavilion reflects the rain, and the wild geese follow people at dusk.
It was a cold night in Wu Tong for half a month, and the grass and flowers fell in late spring.
Wen, "The Leakage"
Jade furnace incense, red candle tears,
Some photo galleries in Qiu Si.
The eyebrows and eyes are sparse, and the clouds are residual.
The night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood, night rain,
If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a voice,
Empty steps lead to bright places.
Peach and plum trees have blossomed. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground-eternal sadness.
Looking at the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood on a moonlit night.
On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight.
Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together.
Zuihuajian Feng Yansi
The moon sets and the frost is deep, and the courtyard is closed.
The new house is sleeping,
Tung trees lean against carved eaves,
Jin Yao lays bricks.
It's cold at dawn,
Independent and haggard,
The unnecessary worry is not over,
People's emotions are unprovoked,
Don't think, don't regret.
Beginning of autumn Liu Han
The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.
There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon.
Zhou Zizhi
[partridge day]
When a little residual cylinder is about to run out, the cool autumn wind fills the screen. It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. Adjust the treasure and dial the gold, and sing "The Word of the Partridge" together at that time. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Li Qingzhao
Works: Qin Yi
Content:
Lingaoge,
Smoke and light protection in Ye Ping in chaotic mountains.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Song Yan Dao Ji
Yao xian freehand brushwork.
The meaning of the string is broken.
A book is full of infinite things.
I still hate it.
Lie down and listen to the phoenix tree that refuses the rain.
The rain is dark and the moon is hazy.
Where is the soul of a one-night dream? At the Yang Ye Building.
Yan Shu's "Qing Ping Le"
Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
Wei Yun is a river of light, with raindrops and phoenix trees.
If you can't reach the wild stream, the phoenix tree will listen to the rain and sleep.
3. That poem about children's figures, will the ancients come tonight, so that people can stand the shadow of phoenix tree.
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply.
Going to Qiu Lai in spring, do you know where it used to be? Swallows return to Fei Lan to weep and dew, and stay for a thousand years. They don't want to run out of wine and grass, and the phoenix tree stays alone. I remember last year today, according to the former yellow leaves and the west wind.
Sunlight passes through the curtains and shadows surround the Indus River. There are countless words in my heart, and this feeling is very important when I write them in a pretty tone.
I haven't heard from you for a thousand miles, so it's hard to send this feeling. She climbed the tall building and looked down at the sky. The sky was wide and gloomy, and there was no trace of anyone, which made people more sad and haggard.
The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far and the clouds are dark, only gaunt. There was a red candle burning in the hall, and the flame was long and short, and there was a bitter tear of acacia.
Time will only make people old, not affectionate. I don't want to leave the pavilion for a long time, but I am easy to wake up with tears.
Indus last night, the west wind was sharp and the moon was in the sky. Good dreams are often surprising, and there are geese in tall buildings.
What is the moment of falling leaves? If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred. Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
Forest and Luanshan smoke lamp protection. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well! Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. The moon sets in the west, the door is open and there is no shadow.
At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wu Tongjing.
4. Tongzi poems include ancient poems and sentences.
Li Shimin: Two Poems Through the Old House
Xinfeng ends in Cuinian, and stays in Mingjia.
The garden is broken all the way, and the moss is half a step.
The old water in the front pool disappears, and the old trees bloom today.
Once you leave here, the four seas will become home.
Today, I am patrolling Baishui, and the jade chariot is stationed in Xinfeng.
New vines are covered, and flowers and chrysanthemums are broken.
The leaves are covered with weeds and vines, and half of the pool is empty.
The thread is worn by orchid, and the leaves of Shu and Gui are covered by tung.
There used to be one land, but now there are nine houses.
A high-altitude mirror, a Tao Ge device against agriculture.
Eight tables on the same track, no hard work, no strong wind.
Autumn is the Eye by Li Shimin.
Qiu Guang lotus uterus Danque.
Clothes are worn out and shadows are sparse, and flowers are bright and chrysanthemum clusters.
The robe is light and low grass dew, and the side dance is loose.
Flying clouds scatter leaves and get lost.
Build by laying bricks or stones cold orchid withered, boudoir cold tree meteorite tung.
Don't be a crane in a harp, stay away from the crying ape gorge.
Flying stars and wild arrows, empty strings and half-moon bows.
The evening mist of wheat straw rose and the twilight filled the room.
Xi Li Xue Shi Min
The blue sky is foggy, and Dan is rolling in the sky.
Leaves are full of clouds and snowflakes are everywhere.
If the light building is bright pink, the screen will gather suspicious sand.
Yang Liufei to Liu Xufei, put on some plum blossoms.
According to the terrace full moon, floating beads and foil dew.
Yao Jie is short and long, and jade trees compete with each other.
English children are tired and white, and Yu Fenghe holds the element.
Intermittent gas will sink and wander around the sunset.
It's a good year to be ashamed of Tibet.
It is forbidden to fly cranes and dance in Yichuan.
Recite the songs of orchids and enjoy bamboo.
Laugh at Lu Chang and Song Ruohua
The twelve-story building leans against the blue sky, and the phoenix phoenix stands opposite the phoenix tree.
Shuangcheng reported to the jailer that Wu Biao could not enter the Han Palace.
"Feeling" Li Yu
I also saw the old branches of tung flowers, and the first floor was misty and rainy.
Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful.
The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining.
There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.
Meet in
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry.
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
It's not the general taste, it's in my heart.
Li Yu, pick mulberry seeds
Pulley, golden well, phoenix tree late, several trees surprised autumn.
It rains like sorrow in the daytime, and a hundred feet of shrimp must hook jade.
Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge.
If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.
In front of the pavilion, the spring is bright and dancing.
When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows.
The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream.
Yikun Temple Movement? The golden play Xu Yanbo.
Yin and spirit run, and mysterious drugs descend sperm.
Shu Qi, the auspicious symbol, celebrates the softness and brightness.
Yao Ji listed, carved tung voice.
The emblem will last forever, more beautiful than the emperor.
"Huai" Xu Yanbo
Zhen Ji worries about the secluded mountains, and pity Fang embraces Zhongzhou.
The throat collapses and flows day and night, and the lonely guest sits in danger and worries about himself.
The crane sings at dawn, and the ape sings at first frost.
Bright Yao is flying, crickets are singing and leaning against the piano.
Pick up the Chu water, make the West Pavilion surpass Cen.
The mountains are winding, the water is trickling, and the caves are swimming.
The golden light rose suddenly, but the moss rested unexpectedly.
When the green apples rest and wither, and the beauty is lonely, you can't see the poor tung trees and rich osmanthus flowers all over the mountain.
Songs from suburban temples? Enjoy the music of Prince Wen Temple? Please God Xu Mengrong.
Fix the furniture and control the chin.
I wish you a respectful journey and a clear instrument.
Expensive early, like chasing like chasing.
The sound is successful and the sound is rich and clean.
Xu Mengrong, Music of Xiangwengong Temple
Fasten the furniture and the orchestral strings will be knotted.
I wish you a respectful journey and a clear instrument.
Tongjue is early, like a chariot chasing after it.
Xinfeng Street, Da Le, Qing Dynasty.
5. Tongzi Sad Poems Whether the ancients will come or not tonight makes people stand the shadow of the phoenix tree.
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply.
Go to Qiu Lai in spring,
Where do you know about the past?
Swallows returned to Fei Lan to cry,
I don't want a thousand years later.
Wine and grass powder,
Sitting alone in a buttonwood tree.
Remember last year today,
According to the front yellow leaves of the west wind.
Put on the curtains at sunset,
The coolness gradually entered the phoenix tree.
How many words can't be finished,
Written in a beautiful tune,
This is a situation.
Don't hear my voice for thousands of miles,
This feeling is hard to send.
Green yarn and autumn moon,
Night rain in Wu Tong,
A few sleepless nights.
The building is high and the eyes are broken.
It's far away and the clouds are dark.
Only gaunt.
Nian Lan Tang Red Candle,
Long heart and short fire,
Cry at people.
Time only makes people old,
Don't believe in love.
Dragons hate leaving the pavilion,
Tears and wine wake up easily.
There was a strong westerly wind blowing in Wutong last night.
The moon flickers on and off.
Good dreams and frequent surprises,
Where is the tall building with geese?
Where is the moment when the waves fall and the leaves fall,
If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred.
Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
Lingaoge,
Smoke and light protection in Ye Ping in chaotic mountains.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Jade furnace incense, red wax tears,
Some photo galleries in Qiu Si.
The eyebrows and eyes are sparse, and the clouds are residual.
The night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood, night rain,
If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a voice,
Empty steps lead to bright places.
Raqqa trees mature in pairs,
Yuanyang died side by side.
A virgin is the love of her husband,
Live faithfully like them.
What kind of disturbing wave will come,
My heart is full of water.
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
It is sadness, especially the general taste in my heart.
The moon sets in the west, the door is open and there is no shadow.
At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wu Tongjing.
6. There are many poems with the word "tung" (don't use phoenix tree) all about tung. I'll pick a few words for you, like these, only tung trees have no phoenix trees:
Chen Fei at night. Go to Qiu Guang, the dark Chang 'an Road. Liang Zhu Tong Shu Ye Chen Drifting
People are close to each other under the tung bamboo forest where houses are built. The walls are separated by bamboo paths, and the doors are separated by tung trees.
The fallen flowers are on the other side, and the moonlight covers the forest. Bamboo has dragon horns, tung leaves and phoenix dances. Fishes and bamboos
Where the phoenix stays, the moon reflects loneliness and cold. The leaves are scattered, and the empty leaves are green. Duan Youting's Lonely Tung
When there are endless clouds everywhere, the south of Tonglu looks uneven. Fatong households send Liu Yuanwai.
Yesterday, the son of heaven returned to the ship, and the family remembered Tonglu Laoqiu. In warm March, flowers are blooming and two streams are competing for water. Return to Tonglu's former residence to pay tribute to Yan's long history (eight poems)
Please write the rest of the questions on the tung branch. Ten Poems Answering Tung Flower
When there are endless clouds everywhere, the south of Tonglu looks uneven. "Send my wife and father Liu Changqing" (Yan Weishi's poem entitled "Send Tonglu to send Mr. Liu")
There is a river under Yanling Mountain. How many people can catch bass? Send a message to Tongjiang hermit (Xu Hun's poem)
Tongbai has a new life, while Lan Zhi cherishes old tours. "Tang Guogao's appointment _ Tongbai's new job"
Alone by the silver bed, the wind curled up with green trees. Inoue tong
Moonlight shines on tung flowers, moonlight shines on tung flowers. "On March 24th, Suzeng Fengge came to Tonghua at night to send Lotte."
Laughing and asking the old tung in the atrium, I am going back and forth. The topic of Yitong tree on Shangshan road, the past and the future.
In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow barley plain, the jujube flowers had not withered, and the leaves of Laka had grown. Goodbye, my friend Chen.
On Danshan Road in Wan Li, Tonghua, the little phoenix is clearer than the old one.
In the late autumn, the light rain sprinkled the pavilion, the threshold chrysanthemum was sparse, the well was messy, and the smoke was disabled. Liu Yong's Qijia
Look up at the tung tree, the tung flower is very poor. May there be no frost and snow in the sky, and Woods will solve the Millennium. Go to Qiu Ge at 4: 00 midnight.
Wait, wait, there's more. Let's see if there is anything you want here. If you are not satisfied, ask me. There are many such poems. Good luck!