Poems by Li Qingzhao, a graceful poet in Song Dynasty
Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty, is the author of "The Man Who Died in
Poems by Li Qingzhao, a graceful poet in Song Dynasty
Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty, is the author of "The Man Who Died in Hua Lian's Tears and Wet Luo Yi's Powder". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
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.
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When I broke up with my sisters, tears of farewell wet my clothes and cheeks. The farewell "Yangguanqu" was sung again and again, even if there are thousands of words, it is difficult to say goodbye. Now I am in a foreign land, looking at Laizhou Mountain. Boarding home, drizzling autumn rain, can not help but make people feel infinite sadness.
Parting makes me sad. I don't know how the two sisters drank farewell wine when they left. I don't know whether the wine in that cup is deep or shallow. Finally, I ask my sisters that you should send the news to the past geese to comfort my heart. After all, Donglai is not as far as Penglai.
Xiang Xing Tian Zi and Qiu Guang was written by Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Heaven and Qiu Guang, it hurts to turn around. Explore Jinying and get to know the vicinity of Chongyang. Try thin clothes first, green ants taste first. The weather becomes windy, rainy and cool.
In the courtyard at dusk, I am afraid. The past is sad when you are awake. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? I heard the sound of anvil pounding, the sound of stabbing was very thin, and the sound of leakage was very long.
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The autumn sky in Wan Li is cloudless and refreshing. When you see chrysanthemums, you will know that the Double Ninth Festival is coming. Wear thick clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and rain brings a cool breeze.
The courtyard at dusk gives people a sad feeling, and after waking up, the past emerges to make them more worried. How can you stand the long night and the bright moon shining on this empty bed? Listening to the sound of smashing clothes in the distance, the long shrill cry of crickets and the long leaking sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
The author of Huanxisha Xumo Cup Deep Amber is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk. The wind came late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, and the cold golden bun is loose. Wake up, time and space are red for candles.
The author of Ode to Dolly White Chrysanthemum is Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate rustling, relentless wind and rain, night mo Qiong. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels. Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is pure and will not decrease.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It seems to be sad, Gao Han is relieved, it seems to be tears and a poem. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful. I don't know how long I will stay. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.
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In the long night, although the curtains were put down, the small building was still chilly. I hate the relentless wind and rain that ruined the jade and white chrysanthemum at night. Look at that white chrysanthemum, not like Yang Guifei's reddish drunk face, nor like Sun Shouxiu's angry eyebrows. Han Ling stole the incense and Xu Niang's Fu Fen. Their actions can't be compared with Bai Ju's. Looking closely, the aloof and noble characters of Qu Yuan and Ling Tao are just right for the white pony. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of white chrysanthemum is no less than the elegant tea fragrance.
Autumn is coming to an end, and Baiju is getting thinner and thinner, which seems to reveal its infinite attachment to people. You see, it seems to be the concentration of sadness, and it has been freed in Gao Han; Like tears in Wan Fan's poems. Sometimes it's the bright moon and the breeze, sometimes it's the thick fog and autumn rain. God makes white chrysanthemums look beautiful in an increasingly gaunt way. Although I cherish it, I don't know how long it will last from now on. Alas! If the world knows how to love and appreciate, why should it recall and emphasize Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming's love for chrysanthemums?
The Poems of Li Qingzhao, a Graceful Poet in Song Dynasty (Ⅱ)
The author of "Dead Hua Lian, Warm Rain, Clear Wind, First Break the Frozen" is Li Qingzhao, a poet in Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
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Warm rain and warm wind sent away a trace of winter chill. Willow leaves are growing, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and spring is coming. This dignified young woman has also been awakened by this spring. Without a lover, who can talk about wine and poetry with him? Tears ran down the young woman's cheeks, leaving powder on her face.
The young woman tried on a coat sewn with gold thread, but her mind was not on the clothes. She leaned against the pillow mercilessly and crushed the hairpin on her head, and she didn't care. How can she have a good dream when she is lonely and sad? Only in the middle of the night, holding snuff in my hand, thinking about my lover.
The author of Summer quatrains is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
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People who live in this world should be heroes in life! Even if you die, you have to be a ghost hero! I missed Xiang Yu when Chu and Han fought for hegemony. Even if I commit suicide in Wujiang, I can't escape from Jiangdong.
The author of Dream Preface is Li Qingzhao, a writer in Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
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.
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I still remember going out to Xiting often and going to the evening as soon as I played, but I drank too much and forgot the way back. I got lost when I came back by boat and went deep into the lotus pond. How should I row out? I tried my best to find my way, but I found a pool of gulls.
The author of Wulingchun is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
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.
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The spring breeze stopped, all the flowers fell, and the flowers turned into fragrant dust. It's getting late, I'm too lazy to comb my hair. The scenery remains the same, but the people are different. It's all over. If you want to tell your troubles, your tears have already fallen first. I heard that Shuangxi Spring is good, and I plan to take a canoe to see it. I'm just afraid that the boat floating on the Shuangxi River can't carry much sadness.
Poems by Li Qingzhao, a graceful poet in Song Dynasty
The author of Sound Slow is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? If you come late, you will be anxious! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!
Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!
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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 in the morning after 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 word "sadness"?
The author of Drunk Flowers is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
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. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
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Thin fog and dense clouds swept away the worries, until the day, borneol gradually burned out in bronze incense burners carved with animal shapes. The beautiful Double Ninth Festival is here again. The white porcelain pillow and the bed kitchen covered with gauze have just been soaked by the cold.
Drinking at dusk in Dongli, the fragrance of Huang Ju is floating on the sleeves. Don't say you won't lose your mind. The bead curtain is rolled up by the west wind, and the young woman in the boudoir is thinner than the yellow flower.
The author of Qin Yi E is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
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The rolling mountains and the flat and vast Yuan Ye are covered with a thin layer of smoke, filled with the last ray of the sunset. Crying always makes people feel "miserable", especially in the depressing and bleak autumn dusk, which will be even more gloomy and miserable. The crow disappeared, and a faint horn sounded from the distant barracks. The autumn wind mercilessly blew off the yellow and huge leaves of the phoenix tree, and the sound of the wind blowing leaves made people feel heavier and sadder.
The author of Partridge Sky is Liu Yong, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.
Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places.
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As night fell, the breeze suddenly dispersed the thin smoke, and a bright moon gradually rose outside the bamboo curtain of the window lattice. Because I am afraid of the road, I am more worried that people will not be together. Even if they can unite, they may not be in one place.
Love is endless and my thoughts are moving. It's still messy when you cut it. Yun, if you go back, I'm afraid there will be no trace. Such things and feelings should only appear in past lives, and they always like to put mandarin ducks together.