"Pipa" by Li Shimin
The half moon has no double shadow, and the whole flower has four seasons.
Destroy the state of being thousands of miles away, and cover up several layers of sadness.
To promote festivals, the red sleeves are lingering, and the voiceless sound is full of green curtains.
The sound of the wind is sharp when playing the bomb, and the sound of the slow music is slow.
I hate Guanlong in my spare time, so I miss you from generation to generation.
"The Prince Accepts His Concubine and Princess Taiping Surrenders" Li Zhi
The dawn scene of the Dragon Tower, the opening of the Lu Pavilion.
The sun is bright and the shadows are thick, and the low stars are shining brightly.
The jade court is full of auspicious colors, and the silver plaques and algae have auspicious emblems.
The clouds turn and the flowers linger, and the clouds float and the leaves adorn the flags.
Diaoxuan returns to Cuimo, and Baojia returns to Dan Palace.
Mingzhu wears Xiaoyi, and the carved wheel opens the fan.
The feast is decorated with beautiful crowns, and the feast is decorated with orchid wine.
Phoenix music is displayed around the steps, and the silk banquet is recommended with shame.
The dancing butterflies make the sleeves fragrant, and the songs fall into the dust.
Happy reunion, happy mourning, and happy first marriage.
The breath of summer heat is refreshing, and the cool morning breeze is sparse.
Fang Qi Liuhe Tai, and the world will enjoy spring for thousands of years.
"A Section of Clouds in Wushan" by Li Ye
The misty clouds interstitially, and the upper body is full of waves.
The slanting sleeves move the dust, and they are so bright and beautiful that they cannot be compared with spring.
The emerald temples are covered with heavy smoky makeup at night, and I have a dream on the lonely balcony.
The ice-eyed lotus face is always new, so why not Wuxia.
Butterflies dance in the pear orchard in the snow, and warblers sing in the willows with smoke.
The sun is shining brightly in the small pond, and there are mountains of Zhuluo Mountain.
If the blue bird does not come, I will be sad.
The spring breeze is like a young man's heart, and he can't help but hate it.
"Gift to Zhang Yunrong Dance" by Yang Yuhuan
The fragrant fragrance is endless when the sleeves are moved, and the red lotus curls up in the autumn smoke.
The wind is blowing on Qingyun Mountain, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pond.
"Recalling Jiangnan" Li Yu
How much hatred was in my dream last night.
It still feels like the old days when you were swimming in Shangyuan, with cars and horses like dragons.
The flowery moon is in the spring breeze.
How many tears stain my sleeves and return to my face.
Don't worry about the tears, the phoenix will blow to the bright moon.
Heartbreak is even more doubtful.
The leisurely dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom.
There are orchestral music on the boat, the river is green, and the city is filled with flying catkins and light dust.
Worry about killing the florist.
Idle dreams are far away, and it is autumn in the southern country.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are cold and dusk, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers.
The flute is in Yueming Tower.
"A Dendrobium of Pearls" by Li Yu
After putting on her evening makeup, Shen Tan lightly applied some makeup.
Display cloves to others.
A clear song, temporarily causing the cherry to burst.
The sleeves of the sleeves are still beautiful, and the cup is filled with fragrant mash.
The embroidery bed is leaning against the embroidery bed.
Chewing the red velvet, laughing and spitting at Tanlang.
"A Rose Poem with Eighteen Rhymes, Presented by Xu Xuan, the Minister of the East China Sea" by Li Congshan
The green shadow returns to the quiet pool, and it is beautiful in April.
The orchestra flourishes day and night, and hundreds of thousands of embroidery branches are arranged.
I looked at the Shengyin wall all over, and the high frame was moved again and again.
The dew lightly moistens the paintbrush, and the bees mistakenly brush the mustache.
The sun shines beautifully and slowly, and the wind shakes the emerald curtain.
The moss ground is red in the early morning, and the wild vines are hung with spider silk.
The young thorns hold the clothes thin, and the new strips hang down the grass.
The evening fragrance is hard to let go of for a while, and the delicate nature is revealed.
Between the depth and the light, the glory and splendor rise and fall with each other.
I have stayed as a guest for a long time, but I want to return late under the moon.
Where there is a lot of brickwork, there is a dense fence.
The Jiangluo room is brilliant and the jasper leaves are staggered.
Seed with diligence, you will know the distance and distance.
The sleeves of crystal singing are dancing softly on the waist.
Who will compare with the deer and the deer? Tingxuan will sneer at her own accord.
The makeup is even and the water is low, and the tears are dripping.
The painting was painted by Liang Guang and named Yiya Chuji.
I send you eighteen rhymes, and I am ashamed of my novelty.
"Replying to Li Shi on Entering the Yakou Five Crossings to See the Gift on the Eleventh Day of the Song Dynasty" Xu Yanbo
Hearing that there was a solitary visitor, he brushed off his clothes and made a donation.
My joy is in vain, and my thoughts linger in the old forest.
After passing through the cliff, it returns to the deep valley.
The beautiful trees are surrounded by blue colors, and the golden pool is full of green shade.
Walking along the sand beach, you can see Mingcen from a shaky and crooked road.
I heard about the apes in Guili at night, and played with birds on the pine trees at dawn.
There are miscellaneous pieces of clothing with solitary sleeves, and a pair of embellished breasts.
I miss Cangzhou, and the white clouds sing.
If you are willing to manage and cooperate with each other, the traces of its existence are easy to find.
I would like to say that I will live up to my expectations, and I will repay the rock and play the harp.
"Xianghe Song Ci? Lotus Picking Song" by Zhang Ji
There are many lotus seeds on the bank of the Qiu River, and the daughter who picks lotus sings the boat song.
The Qingfang is complete and complete, and the waves are rippled by competition.
I tried to look for lotus roots under the green stems, but the broken silk threads were prickly and hurt my hands.
Bai Lian wore a half-rolled waistband and half-rolled sleeves, with no jade hairpins and light make-up.
The boat is not full in Qianzhou. I would like to ask who lives far away.
When I return, I will wait until the evening tide comes up, make myself a hibiscus and row an oar.
"The Sigh of the Ancient Hairpin" by Zhang Ji
The ancient hairpin fell into a well and had no color, but was recovered from a hundred feet of mud.
There are ancient rituals in the phoenix's resemblance, but it is not appropriate to turn it into jewelry.
The female companion is said to have no idea of ??her master, and her sleeves are brushed to bring out the brilliance.
The orchid paste has been used up and half broken, and the carvings are of no date.
Although it left the bottom of the well and entered the box, it does not need to be the same as when it fell.
"Song of Lotus Picking" by Zhang Ji
There are many lotus seeds on the bank of Qiujiang River, and the daughter who picks lotus sings the boat song.
The Qingfang is complete and well-organized, and the competition is fierce.
I tried to look for lotus roots under the green stems, but the broken silk threads were prickly and hurt my hands.
Bai Lian wore a half-rolled waistband and half-rolled sleeves, and wore light makeup without jade hairpins.
The boat is not full in Qianzhou, so I want to ask who lives far away.
When I return, I wait until the evening tide comes up, making myself a hibiscus and rowing.
"Gift to Jishan Monk" Zhang Ji
I have lived under the empty forest for a long time, and my ears and eyesight have been clear for a long time.
The futons are used for guests to sit on, and the stone tiles are used for people to walk.
It is difficult to understand nature like a crane, because the mountain is strong and famous.
From time to time, I heard the sound of rosary beads being pinched secretly in my sleeves.
"Miscellaneous Songs and Songs? December Musical Songs? May" Li He
On the carved jade curtain, a light hub cages the empty door.
The well draws lead and Chinese water, and the fan weaves mandarin duck inscriptions.
Going back to the Xuewuliang Palace, the nectar washes the sky green.
Luo Xiu is soaring, and the fragrant sweat is stained with precious millet.
"Henan Prefecture Examination December Music Poems? May" Li He
The carved jade curtain is pressed against the forehead, and the light bamboo cage is used to frame the empty door.
The well draws lead and Chinese water, and the fan weaves the mandarin duck pattern.
Going back to the Xuewuliang Palace, the nectar washes the sky green.
Luo Xiu is soaring, and the fragrant sweat is stained with precious millet.
"Painting Corner East City" Li He
The river turns and the dawn begins to rustle, and the crows fly high.
The sail is long and tall, and the Wu knife hangs coldly on the wall.
Mussels are born in the cold sun, and oats are cooked in Baitao.
The water splashes on the forehead, and the flags and drums welcome the tide at night.
Who would have thought that the clouds in the mud would make the spring of pear blossoms disappear.
The lotus silk is machine-made, and the bamboo leaves are cut into the flower skirt.
The bright moon calls out to my sister, and the dim lamp calls to my beloved.
I also know your husband and I have a goldfish hanging on my body.
The bronze mirror stands on the green luan, and the swallow's fat brushes the purple cotton.
The cheeks are darkened and the tears at the end of the eyes are cold.
The jasper is broken and cannot be repaired, and the strings of the Yaoqin are plucked again.
Today is not the same as before. Who dares to look at it squarely?
I can’t help but think about the bridal chamber, and bees are the center of attention.
The remaining incense sticks are gray and warm, and the green caterpillar hairpins are cold.
The lamp flame is short in the distance at night, and the screen is deep in deep sleep.
It’s good to have a mandarin duck dream, so let’s stop pounding the anvil in Nancheng.
Ordinary light Song jade, today I will marry Wenyang.
The halberd stem crosses the dragon's hairpin, and the sword ring leans against the osmanthus window.
Invite people to cut half of their sleeves and sit upright on the bed.
The red wheel is heavy with tears, and it lives on the beam of the well.
"Wang Jun's Tomb" by Li He
There is no Atong in the world, but he still sings about the dragon in the water.
The white grass invades the smoke and dies, and the autumn pears circle the ground red.
Ancient books are flat against black stone, and hidden swords are broken into bronze.
The scales of fish are rising in the farming situation, and horses and hyenas are sealing the tombs.
The chrysanthemums are wet and dewy, and the thorns are dry and canopy.
The pines and cypresses are sad and fragrant, and the wind is blowing at night in Nanyuan.
"Peony Seed Song" by Li He
The lotus branches have not yet grown. Old Qin Heng is walking on horseback carrying gold and spring grass.
The water fills the fragrant mud into the moon basin, and the green house welcomes the dawn all night long.
The beauty is drunkenly chatting in the smoke in the garden, the late bloom has dispersed and the butterflies have faded.
The king of Liang is gone and his clothes are still there, and the wind blowing in his sleeves is blowing the strings of Shu.
Gui Xia Pei drags Shu's tent into darkness, and the red color falls and the powder falls.
Where Tanlang Xie’s daughter sleeps, the moon is shining brightly on the balcony and swallows are whispering in the night.
"Ronghua Le" Li He
The young master Yuan Jian is over 20 years old, with scalloped teeth and red lips.
The air is like rainbow neon, the drink is like Jian Ling, and the horse returns home at night calling for Yan Geng.
Walking through the complex road to visit Jiao Fang, dragons, furs, and golden ornaments are scattered with flowers.
Yutang made fun of Jinlouzi, and Handan advocated the drama in the audience.
The girl is called a girl by chanting words, and her brocade-embroidered face is next to the Emperor of Han Dynasty.
I got ten husks of pearls and a pair of white jade, and the new imperial edict was decorated with gold and purple light.
Horses are like flying, people are like water, and all the ministers and officials are looking forward to walking.
When the sun and moon are about to return, turn your palms first, and if you want to make rivers, you can only draw the ground.
The clouds are cut on the crown of the E'e tiger, and the sword approaches the purple atmosphere in the morning.
Embroidered Duan Qianxun Yi Zaoli, gold Baiyi Kuang retainers.
In front of the twelve-door Zhang Mansion, the sky is blue with clear spring smoke.
The gold pavement is decorated with red light, and the bronze dragon's teeth seem to be competing.
Yao Ji Ning is drunk and lying on the bed, with the window under the sea cage empty.
Pick up the phoenix at the elixir point and cook it, it will be as big as a fist and it will be enough to eat.
Golden toads and orchid candles are fragrant, and prostitutes in military uniforms sing loudly.
Who would have thought that the night of flower rain would come, but spring grass would grow on the pond.
Noisy strings blow and the sky opens, and the sound of flutes from Hongya comes around the sky.
The sky is long and one arrow pierces the two tigers, and the clouds are full of thunder.
The dancers dance with their sleeves crossed, and the green birds in Wuyin learn to speak.
I can teach you how to carve stones into flat purple gold, and how to carve fur to send new rabbits.
Three emperors, queens, seven nobles, fifty lieutenants and two generals.
At that time, it flew away to chase the colorful clouds and turned into the spring of Beijing today.
"Song of General Lu" Li He
General Lu, riding a red rabbit.
Going out of Qinmen boldly alone, the mausoleum trees cry beside the piles of golden millet.
The adverse air in the north pollutes the blue sky, and the sword dragon calls the general idle at night.
The general rolls up his sleeves and wields his sword, and there are gates and pavilions in the jade palace and Zhucheng.
The silver turtle shakes the white horse, and the pink lady Fu is under the flag of fire.
The Hengshan cavalry invites the golden spear, and the fragrance of flowers and arrows in the basket can be heard in the distance.
The cold leaves in the western suburbs are like thorns, and the emperor's newly planted trees nourish the gods.
The people in the stables are rowing on the high beams and walking on their hooves, eating green cud and drinking plain water.
Yuancang is in a depressed state, and everything in Kyushu is like this.
Chishan Xiu’s collar is in charge of Shi Ying’s, and the green-eyed general knows God’s will.
"The Moon Glows" by Li He
The moon glides like waves of misty jade.
The sedge is green and the osmanthus flowers are numerous, and the hibiscus leaves the river trees.
The powdery clothes are cold, and the wild goose feathers are wet with smoke.
Who can see the stone sails and see them in the mirror by boat?
Autumn is white and bright red, and the water is fragrant with lotus seeds.
The rhombus is separated from the singing sleeves, and the green thorns are covered with silver mud.