Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind at night by drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!
Second, "Wuling Spring Festival Evening" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
The wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over. I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first.
I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid a boat like Shuangxi grasshopper can't carry many of my worries.
Iii. "Like a dream, never forget the sunset in Xiting" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
I often remember playing in the pavilion by the stream until sunset, indulging in the beautiful scenery and forgetting the way home. I tried my best to return by boat and accidentally entered the depths of the lotus root. How can I get out? How can I get out? The sound of rowing started a flock of seagulls.
Fourth, "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance and jade autumn" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
The pink lotus has withered, the fragrance has dispersed, and the smooth jade bamboo mat has the coolness of autumn. Untie the silk skirt, put on casual clothes and go aboard alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? By the time the geese flew back, the moonlight had spread all over the west building.
Falling flowers alone, flowing water alone. We all miss each other, but we can't talk to each other, so we have to be unhappy alone. This lovesick sorrow can't be sent away. It just disappeared from the wrinkled brow and was faintly entangled in my heart.
5. "Like a dream, it rained suddenly last night" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
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.
Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. Although I slept all night, I still have a fish mouth. Ask the maid who is rolling the curtains, what's going on outside? She said that the begonia flowers were still the same as yesterday. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? This season should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
Sixth, "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Forever Day" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The fog is diffuse, the clouds are thick, the days are gloomy and boring, and the borneol shines in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body.
I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. How can you not be sad here and now? When the wind blows, the curtains roll in, and the people in the curtains are thinner than the yellow flowers because of excessive yearning.
Seven, "The fisherman is proud, the sky meets the clouds and the fog" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor. Smell the sky and ask me where I belong.
I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind calm down and the ship will blow away the three mountains!
Water and sky meet, morning fog and clouds wave. The milky way turns, just like countless ships waving sails. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven and heard the heavenly emperor talking to me. He asked me warmly and sincerely where I was going.
I want to repay the heavenly emperor. It's still far away. It's already dusk. Even if I can write amazing sentences by studying poetry, what's the use? Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. Wind! Don't stop, take my canoe straight to Penglai Sanxian Island.
Eight, "Qing Ping Le Nian Li Xue" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to enjoying plums. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, and involuntary tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I was wandering around the world, and my hair with sparse sideburns was already gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
Nine, "A touch of crimson lips" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
After swinging, get up wearily and tidy up your delicate hands. The thin branches are hung with crystal dew, the flowers are in bud, and the thin clothes are soaked with sweat because of the swing.
Suddenly, I saw a guest coming, so I was too scared to wear shoes. I just opened my socks, and even Jin Chai slipped off my head. Run away shyly, lean back against the door, obviously looking at the guests, but smelling the childhood in front of the door.
X. "Dead Hua Lian tears wet Luo Yi powder man" Song: Li Qingzhao
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanity mountain is long and broken, and the rain smells loneliness.
Say goodbye to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and shallow. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.
The silk coat was soaked with tears, and the powder on her face was covered with tears. I thought that when I saw you off, my relatives at home sang "Yangguanqu" over and over again. Now I am in a foreign land, looking at Laizhou Mountain. Boarding house, drizzling autumn rain, can not help but feel infinite sadness.
Parting made me sad. I didn't know whether the glass was shallow or full at the farewell dinner. Now that the two places have been separated, we have to rely on Hongyan to deliver letters. Fortunately, Donglai is not as distant and ethereal as Penglai Fairy Mountain, but I am out of reach.