1. The Sapphire Case Yuanxi [Xin Qiji]
The east wind bloomed thousands of trees at night, and even blew down stars like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, the phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night.
Moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
2. "Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows. The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
3. Selected Poems of Liu Yong
Rain Linling
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to leave in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and swallowed. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Die Lian Hua
Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is soft, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence.
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Determining the storm
Since spring comes, the green is sad and the red is sad, and the heart is full of things. On the bright sun, orioles wear willow belts and lie still under incense quilts. The warmth disappears, and the greasy clouds enjoy the meal. I'm tired and combing my clothes all day long. None! Once the hatred and ruthlessness are gone, there will be no message or letter. If I had known it earlier, I would have regretted not locking the carved saddle. To the chicken window, only with the barbarian paper elephant in charge, restraint to teach chanting lessons. Stay with me, don't hide. I sit with Yi while sewing and threading. Come with me, so that your young years will not be wasted.
Huang Ying'er
Who owns the garden on a sunny day and in spring? The warm rhythm is latent, the valley is harmonious, the orioles are flying, and the fragrant trees are suddenly moving. Watching the dew wet golden clothes, the leaves reflect like whispers. The branches on the branches at dawn seem to be whispering their hearts and deep meanings.
The warm smoke comes out without any evidence, and then it goes away while the bees are wandering. Wild traces, two by two calling each other, finally singing in the wind and dancing in the fog. When I was a willow farmer in Shangyuan, I was deep in the flowers in the villa. At this time, Haiyan was partial to Rao, and I gave up my time.
The fragrance of snow and plum blossoms
The scenery is desolate, and the dangerous building stands alone in the clear sky. Song Yu responded to the sad autumn mood at that time. The lonely smoke in the fishing market is cold and green, and the remaining leaves in the water village are dancing in sad red. The Chu sky is vast, the waves are soaked in the setting sun, and thousands of miles are melting.
I miss the beauty when facing the wind. After farewell, my face is sad and my eyebrows are calmed down. It's a pity that the rain and clouds were all over the place that year. The elegant and graceful posture is harmonious, the falling flowers and flowing water suddenly appear from the west to the east. There is no hatred and hatred, but love and affection, and I will give my all to Zhenghong.
The colorful clouds return
Henggao sails toward the evening boat. Qie Yunfan, Shuiyi Fish Village. At dusk, the sky is as clear as a clear painting, the river is quiet, and the bright moon is shining brightly. That Kan Ting, Qiang Guan from a distant village, leads away people to break their hearts. At this time, the waves are flowing and the wind is flowing, and the years are endless.
It’s so sad. The morning and evening banquets are sentimental and endowed with desolation. It's the most bitter when you don't come, but as promised, there is still a lingering fragrance. If you think about it, you will have a mandarin duck quilt and a phoenix pillow, and you will never think about it at night. In the place of love, only when there is a difference, a sentence will be unforgettable.
Ancient Qing Cup
The frozen water disappears, the morning breeze brings warmth, and spring fills the eastern suburbs road. Chichi Shujing, smoke and dew moistening, winding the long embankment and fragrant grass. Duan Hong flies back in hiding, the river and the sky are all gone. The distant mountains change color, and the makeup and eyebrows are lightly swept. My eyes are thousands of miles away, and I am leisurely leaning on the dangerous rafters to see far away.
Moving a little will hurt the embrace of spring. No matter where you think of it, Shaoyang is too early. I want to see the famous garden, fragrant trees, and brilliant oriole flowers in Dili. Reminiscing about my youth. After day and night, I drank wine and listened to songs, and spent money to buy laughter. After parting, I secretly regret how much time it will take.
Jade Butterfly
Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, quietly watching the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water and wind are gentle, and the apple blossoms are getting older; the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Feeling sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Unforgettable. At the wine party during the period of writing, there were a few solitary romances, and the stars turned into frost many times. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and it is unknown where Xiaoxiang is. Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith; pointing to the dusk sky, the empty consciousness returns home. Looking at each other sadly, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
Feng Qiwu
Shu brocade lichen silk steps. Winding corridors, leisurely searching at night. On the crescent moon of the jade-inlaid and carved lantern, people look at each other with their red leaves half-covered.
Rotating heating fumigation stove and tent tent. The beautiful branches of Yushu lie beside each other. The wine is getting stronger, the spring thoughts are wandering, and the mandarin duck embroidery is turned red.
Reminiscing about the Imperial Capital
Thin quilt and small pillow, the weather gives me the feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I still fall asleep again after I wake up. After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year.
I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. Fighting for Nai again, the plan has been completed. Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, just relying on loneliness and boredom. I am bound to my body and mind, and I will bear your thousands of tears.
4.
How deep is the courtyard?
The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless.
The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.
It rains and the wind blows wildly at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.