Song of Luoyang girl Wang Wei
There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street. She looks fifteen, maybe a little older.
Her master rode his fast horse, jade bit the reins, and the maid, silver carp.
Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.
Silk scarves cover seven fragrant cars, and Jane fans cover nine flowers.
Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.
He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.
When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers.
Between dances, she hardly has time to sing, and her makeup is just incense.
All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.
Who will notice this girl from Yue, with a white face, humble and poor, washing silk by the river alone? .
Nineteen ancient poems
A hard trek
You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine.
Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe.
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Clouds cover the sun, and wanderers ignore it.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
I miss the people
It's in Hainan,
Why ask Yi-jun?
Double-bead tortoise shell
After giving it to me, I carefully wrapped the hair stick around the jade ring to express my deep attachment to you.
Wen Jun has his heart,
Destroy it,
Destroy it,
When the wind blows up its ashes,
From now on,
Don't miss each other again,
Acacia and junjue.
Long-haired phoenix travels on land.
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow; Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy, has been sad for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad; Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books, mo, mo, mo.
In fact, there are many Song Ci poems in Tang poetry, including Li Shangyin, Bai Juyi, Liu Yong and Yan Shu. ......
I recommend you a Baidu space, Feng Shang House, where you can go and have a look, if you like. Her poems are beautiful and sad, for reference only.