Die Lian Hua
The flowers faded to red, green and apricot. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world. There is a swing in the wall. The road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, the beauties inside the wall are fragrant. There are swings in the wall. The road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, the beauties inside the wall are not. The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, and the sentimental people are ruthlessly annoyed.
Water Dragon Yin
Ci Yun Zhang Zhi Fu Yang Lao Ci
Like a flower, it still seems not a flower, and no one cherishes the teaching. Leaving home for the road, thinking is, ruthless but thoughtful. Lingering The soft intestines are damaged, the eyes are sleepy, and they want to open and close. The dream travels thousands of miles in the wind, looking for the husband, and is also called by the oriole. I don’t hate this flower. It is three parts of spring beauty, two parts of dust, and one part of running water. Looking closely, it is not a poplar. Flowers, little by little, are the tears of departing people.
Congratulations to the bridegroom
The swallows fly to the mansion, no one is around, the locust shade turns to noon, and the cool evening brings a new bath. Hand-made raw silk and white round fans , The hand of the fan is like jade for a moment. Gradually, I lean back and sleep alone, and I am mature. Who comes to push the embroidery door outside the curtain, in vain to teach people to dream of breaking the Yaotai song, but it is, the wind knocks the bamboo, the pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning, waiting to float The flowers are all gone, and you are alone with me. If you look closely at a beautiful branch, your heart is as heavy as a bunch, but you are afraid of being shocked by the autumn wind. If you wait for the king to come here, you can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Powder Tears, two rustles.
Ruan Lang returns in early summer
The green locust tree and the tall willow tree swallow the new cicada. After the rain, the lotuses turn over. The pomegranate blossoms are about to burn. The jade basin is clear from the spring with slender hands. The pearls are broken but round.
Spring love on the sand in Huanxi
The word "Tao" is delicate and painful, but it has not yet been completed. The dream in Yingchun Pavilion is passionate, and the spring green servant girl is in love when the morning comes. The colorful rope body is light and long, taking advantage of the swallows, and the red window sleeps heavily but does not hear the orioles. The sleepy people are almost Qingming.
Jiangchengzi
Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, and unforgettable. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not recognize it: face covered with dust, temples as frosty. At night, I suddenly return to my hometown, and there are people dressing up outside the small xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything, but they shed a thousand tears. It is expected that the place where the heart breaks every year is: a bright moon night, a short pine hill.
Huanxi Sand
< p>The vast expanse of wind and waves does not remember Su, and the snow is clear and the rivers are full of thousands of carts of wheat. But it makes me full and I have no worries. The green sleeves lean against the wind and the catkins linger. The red lips are rotten by wine. I rub my frosty beard in front of you.Pearl Blossoms in the Moon over the Xijiang River
The jade bones are worried about the mist, and the ice posture has its own fairy style. When the sea fairy is exploring the fragrant bushes, the green-haired phoenix hangs upside down. The plain face is often too pink, and the makeup cannot be washed The red lips faded. The high emotion has chased the dawn sky, and I no longer dream with the pear blossoms.
Reduced word magnolia
On the night of February 15th, I had a drink with Zhao Delin in the Starry Hall
The spring pavilion is swaying in the moonlight, and the light is dancing. As you walk around the corridor, the half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant. The light smoke and mist are not a place for young people to have fun. It is not like the autumn light. It only shines on people who are leaving.
Jiangchengzi
Poems with Zhang Xian on the Lake
Phoenix Mountain clears up after rain. The water is clear, the wind is clear, and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus blooms in the sky. Where is it flying? Are there two egrets? If you want, I admire Pingting. I suddenly hear mourning kites being played on the river. They are bitter and affectionate. Who can listen to them? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather. As promised, they are Xiangling. I want to wait for the end of the song to ask for them, but no one is there. I count the green peaks. .
A work by a young man traveling to Runzhou
Last year we saw each other off, and the door to Yuhang was long, and the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This year, spring is over, and the poplar flowers are like snow, and we still haven’t returned home. We rolled up the wine curtains Inviting the bright moon, the wind dew penetrates the window screen. Just like Da'e's pity for the two swallows. It shines clearly and the painted beams are slanted.