Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
There are many images about streams and running water, such as:
Huanxisha —— (Song Dynasty) On February 24th, 2007/kloc-0, Su Shi Yuanfeng traveled to Nanshan from Uncle Liu in Sizhou. It was drizzling and the oblique wind blew, which made him feel a slight chill.
Light smoke clears the beach. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer. Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness. Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao
Steamed buns hurt spring and are more sloppy. In the early and late May, the wind fell on the courtyard, and the clouds were thin in the middle of the month. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold.
Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao
Embroidered hibiscus smiles. Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao
The idle window in the yard is already deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not heavy. I can't talk to the lyre by leaning against the building. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha-(Nantang) Liyu
The red sun is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds incense to the beast for the second time, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
Huanxisha-(Song) Yan Shu
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Huanxisha-Yan Shu
There are swallows in the heavy curtain of the pavilion, and the bonus leaves the court at night. The dry shadow of the roll column enters the cold wave. For a while, the wind gives birth to a green curtain, and a few raindrops round the lotus. People who wake up after drinking are too worried.
Huanxisha-Yan Shu
The jade bowl in the boudoir is covered with ice, and water drops are condensed at the edge of the bowl. Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers. After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks. Sleeping during the day and sunset under the sun are all the first awakening of the spring dream.
Huanxisha-Yan Shu
I have always been young and limited, and it is easy to be ecstatic when I leave at leisure. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. It is better to pity the present.
Huanxisha-Su Shi
The wind pressure swirled on the catkin-covered water. After the rain, swallows built their nests in the pond. Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes. There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge. My deep feelings are only known by falling flowers.
Huanxisha-Qinguan
With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
Huanxisha-Zhang Xian
The building is 100 feet high, located by the river, and the smoke has not returned to the radiation. How long has it been like a river tide? Flowers are flying in the wind, butterflies are flying, and bridges are flat in the water. Tonight is only a long time away.
Huanxisha-Yan Dao Ji
In February, the breeze came to Bicheng, and thousands of strands of green greeted each other, dancing, smoking, sleeping and raining. The makeup mirror steals leaves from the eyebrows and borrows branches from the music. Late autumn frost is merciless.
Huanxisha-(Song) Yan
Singing red plums is fragrant, and willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep. Stop the clouds and send them away. Only when his freewheeling sleeves are wet can he sing a song against Diane's eyebrows. At the end of the Song Dynasty, Yan Chai's beam was damaged.
Huanxisha-Yan Dao Ji
Every day, eyebrows are long and clouds are floating. Don't marry your heart Spitting wine and stirring words, the flowers are like dancing clothes. Spring burst into tears and said it was bleak.
Huanxisha-Su Shi
Thousands of miles of wind and waves don't remember Su, and there are thousands of cars in the snow. But it's full. I'm sorry. Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Hand tweezers cream beard bottle.
Huanxisha-Su Shi
Xuzhou Shitan thanked the rain and wrote five songs on the road. Tancheng is 20 miles east of the city, which often corresponds to the increase or decrease of turbidity in Surabaya.
Seeing the fish in the dark red sun, even the village turned green and black, and the yellow children and the old people got together. Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't need to bark when they smell drums. When they come back, they will talk to Sanggu.
Turn on the red makeup to see the princess, the 3355 barbed fence door, rows of hairpin passing through the skirt. Young and old help the wheat harvest club, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village, and the road is drunk at dusk.
The hemp leaves are shining layer by layer, who cooks cocoon fragrance village? The fence is charming and the words are distorted. Hang a white stick and lick your eyes? ? Soft and hungry, when will the bean leaves turn yellow?
There are jujube flowers in the rustling clothes, cars ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold in the cow clothes Guliu. The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.
After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean. When do you clean the coupling? Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.
Huanxisha Zhang Xiaoxiang
Frosty days, water dipped in the air, sheath embroidered flags, vanished. Wan Li Central Plains North War, a statue of muddy wine guarding the east of the building, the bar cried to hate Taiwan.
Huanxisha-Zhao Lingzhi
The pond is full of water and flowers are full of branches. Fragrant fragrance, deep language said oriole. The east wind is light and soft. The long spring dream is short, and the willow smoke in Yanjiao is low. When yukiko Yuchuang plays chess.
Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo
Can draw emblem cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. Recalling my life in a heartbreaking voice
Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. Happiness will not last long.
Huanxisha-Kuang Zhouyi
Cherish the residual red tears all over the clothes, and never be infatuated. People miss each other everywhere. If the flowers bloom again, why don't the clouds stay for a while and mourn? There is no entertainment, only sadness.
Huanxisha-Zhou Bangyan
The high tide lifts the fish, pats the willow bridge, and the cloud dove drags the rain across the river. A spring letter entered the eastern suburbs. Idle to crush the phoenix group to sell short dreams and watch swallows build new nests. And move the flower tip in the shadow of the sun.
Huanxisha-Ouyang Xiu
Zhu Qiao on the lake snapped his fingers and drew a wheel. Dissolve spring water and soak spring clouds. Liuli Bi is smooth and dust-free. When the road is full of drunken guests, the birds call a pedestrian every other day. How can the sun return to spring!
Huanxisha-Jing Li
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate and rely on.
Huanxisha-Ouyang Xiu
During the Spring Festival, tourists are weaving, chasing the lake light in a hurry, the water waves are rippling, the surrounding water is in contact, and the waves break the embankment. The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came. Don't laugh at the old man with white hair still burying his head in the flowers. I frequently change cups with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao. Everything in life, how to make a wine song?
Huanxi sand money
The mountain shakes the lake around the city, the reflection of the lake infiltrates the green hills, and the crystal building wants to watch the night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.
Su Shi visited Qingquan Temple in Huanxisha, with the temple facing Lanxi and the stream flowing west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!