The oars are flat, and the green hills lock the shore. How do you live when you go home and I go home? I will never think about it, so don't think about me either.
Give your past and my heart to others! -Xie Ximeng's "Bu Operator" (Song)? 7? Such a heartless poem, even if tangled between your breath and the tip of your tongue, feels cold and heartbroken all over the floor. Xie Ximeng in the Southern Song Dynasty is a vivid replica of Liu Sanbian in the Northern Song Dynasty.
He is a great thinker, a brilliant student and a disciple of the bohemian poet Lu Jiuyuan. He hangs out in brothels every day. Qian Qian has thousands of kinds of love, but his heart is just a gust of wind.
A romantic wit, a beautiful geisha, congenial, affectionate and committed to life and death. Such stories also flooded to the extreme in ancient times.
This love, though not vigorous, is enough to make people deeply grieved. Watch him build tall buildings and watch him go crazy.
When the "Yuanyang Building" was built, so many celebrities and beautiful women were wondering: Who is it? Who is such a lucky lover? Geisha Lu became the happiest woman in the world. After that, she was the hostess of the Yuanyang building.
Since then, the Yuanyang building has been cleaned up, and Ling Ge sang all night, thinking that that day was unusual. These days didn't last long.
One day, Xie Ximeng suddenly felt homesick, took French leave and quietly went home. After Lu Gen's daughter found out, she chased after the river and cried. Xie Ximeng wrote this parting poem.
Don't go now and never meet again. I deleted you from my whole world, so don't miss me.
It turns out that good love finally turns to dust with the wind. 9. Don't be two wide, each has its place.
All the reasons for the couple, the past three generations became attached, and the couple in this life began to be worthwhile. If we don't get along, we are enemies, so we come to each other ... because the hearts are like peas in a pod, it's hard to be United, and we will soon meet all our relatives and repay each other.
I hope that after my wife leaves, I will comb my sideburns again, sweep my eyebrows, skillfully show my graceful figure and choose the head of a senior official. Settle the feud, let alone hate each other.
One is two widths, and each has its own fun. -"Tang Dynasty Wife Release Agreement"? 7? It is said that this is "He Li Shu" unearthed in Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes in the Tang Dynasty.
One is two widths, and each has its own fun. When writing these eight words, I wonder if there is a trace of bitterness in his heart? No, why does my brow suddenly recall past lives? Buddha said that looking back 500 times in the past life only brought us a meeting in this life.
The fate of husband and wife in this life is the fate of three lives. That's why there will be a hand-in-hand trip by the West Lake, and the thrush under the lamp will be for you.
These years of gambling and tea splashing have finally been replaced by irritability, anxiety, resentment and ignorance, becoming a farewell. Things have changed, she is no longer his good marriage, and he is no longer her obsession.
Since the heart is ashes and turns into ice inch by inch, it is better to bear the pain of this division. Let's talk about treasure, treasure, treasure
8. passers-by from now on. The prince's children rushed back, and the beautiful woman was wet with tears.
Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea. -Cui Jiao's "Give Handmaiden" (Tang)? 7? This poem has a very touching story.
Cui Jiao's aunt has a beautiful maid. Cui Jiao likes her very much and falls in love with her. Cui Jiao has been longing for this handmaid for a long time.
One spring, Cui visited the countryside and met her maid. Cui Jiao was filled with emotion.
However, the maid will soon return to the important person's home. At the moment of their separation, Cui Jiao wrote this poem sadly. Some people say: the world is very big, if you miss it, you won't know it; The world is small, too. The moment we look up, it's fate! That's what he is to her.
Like a dead end, meeting each other is like a grand farewell. After that, you are you and I am me.
Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger. There is no need to miss it, and there is no nostalgia.
7. I don't care if I can't meet you ... First, I'd better not meet you, so I don't have to fall in love. Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.
Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other. Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.
Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other. Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet.
Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes. Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue.
Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together. Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together.
But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met. Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick.
-Cangyang Jiacuo (Qing)? 7? Some people say that this "Ten Commandments" was written by Cang Yang Jia Cuo. Others said no.
Yes or no, we don't know. What is important is that we are willing to believe that this beautiful poem was written by a loving living Buddha; We would like to believe that these proverbs of love come from a lover who despairs of love.
A supreme living Buddha, an affectionate prodigal son. Which one does he want to be? Cangyang Gyatso died in Qinghai Lake at the age of 24.
Judging from his poems, I prefer to believe that he is a prodigal son. He born to love, died for love.
As a victim struggling to survive in the political crevice, only love is the panacea for his soul and makes his life alive. However, he is also destined to love.
Buddha said that you can get everything except love. So, let go of this lovesickness, let go of you, and let go of this affection.
In this way, there will never be harm until the end of death. 6. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless.
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
-Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling" song? 7? After the Anshi Rebellion, Xuanzong went to Shu, heard the bell in the rain and remembered it, so there was a rain bell. The song "Lin Yuling" of Sanbian is not farewell, but it is more sad than farewell, not breaking up, but more sad than breaking up.
A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. But in the end, I put up with floating names and sang in a low voice.
This is liuyong. Even if "the lyrics are written in order", why is there still unevenness in the brow? Even if you live in a brothel, why do you still care about your career? Even if you want to go far away, why should you burst into tears? Two affectionate lovers, hand in hand, looked at each other by the river and at the bow, with tears in their eyes and a thousand words stuck in their throats.
2. What poems did people who broke up in ancient times have? 1. Writing Feelings In the Tang Dynasty, Li Yishui's water lines were long and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles was closed overnight.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. 2, "Magnolia, antique definite words Cambodian friends" Qing Nalan Xingde If life is first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. 3, the operator Song Xie Ximeng double paddle flat, Qingshan lock clip.
How do you live when you go home and I go home? I will never think about it, so don't think about me either. Give your past and my heart to others! 4, the title Peony Pavilion In the Ming Dynasty, the cold rain window in Feng Xiaoqing was inaudible, and the Peony Pavilion was idle; Others are as crazy as me, and Xiaoqing is the only one who is sad.
5, "Give it to the girl" Jiao's son Wang Sun followed in his footsteps, and Lvzhu shed tears. Once in the depths of Hou's ocean, he became a stranger from then on.
6. The agreement on the release of wives in the Tang Dynasty promised to comb the temples and sweep the beauty after separating wives, showing the graceful figure of E68A8462616964757A 68696416F3133333333. Settle the feud, let alone hate each other.
One is two widths, and each has its own fun. 7, Yulouchun, I don't know how far you are in the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu, I don't know how far you are, bleak and boring.
Drifting away, no books, no place to ask. Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme.
A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
8, "heartbroken fans" Song Zhu Shu Zhen went downstairs and the money fell; Ask heaven, where is the man? Hate the prince, have been there; When you are talking to an enemy, it is difficult for you to stay. Regret that I missed my mouth and didn't hold hands.
Why do you ask? Don't separate with a knife, and never rely on your enemies to write off thousands of lovesickness.
3. In ancient times, the poem of seeking sorrow and parting: Liu Yong, Feng, gradually widening his belt without regret, makes people haggard for Iraq.
Anonymous Book of Songs, Taifeng, Drumming, Life and Death, Zi Cheng Theory. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Qin Guan's love for Qiaoxian will not last long if it lasts for a long time. Li Bai's 357 words miss you. When did you know? At this point, the night is awkward.
There is a kind of beauty in The Unknown Phoenix Seeking Phoenix and Piano Music. Don't forget it when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. Zheng Chouyu said goodbye to you this time. It's wind, it's rain, it's night. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
Li Bai's 357 words entered my lovesick door, knowing that I was lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. There are five poems of Yuan Zhen's thought, and the fourth one was once a water disaster and an eternal amber.
Cao Zhi's tall building on the bright moon, if you raise the road dust, if you muddy the cement and float and sink in different directions, when can we meet harmoniously? The desolation and parting of Nalanxingde corn poppy should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the bright moon and bright future. Zhang Ji's holiday song returns your tears to your pearl. I hate not meeting before marriage.
Chen Hengke's "The Portrait of Spring Sorrow" is only the shadow of a world. How can we live together without dying? Liang Qichao's Ci of Zhi Zhu in Taiwan Province said that he missed the tree, but Silang hated Mandy. Xu Gan's thoughts come from your own mind, but the mirror is dark and incurable.
Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" is heartless if we don't see each other.
Gong Zizhen's poems are not heartless, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Zhang Xianqian is not old, and his feelings are hard to break.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. One of Huang Jingren's two poems is like this star. It was not last night, and the wind and dew stood at midnight for it.
Li Shangyin's six untitled third poems I know this love will not have any result, but it can soothe my heart! . Li Shangyin traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn, knowing that he had been in love for a long time, and the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou was disappointed.
Nalanxingde broke through the Huanxisha people and turned sentimental. Now it's really not sentimental. Li Shangyin made a splendid speech, but a moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously.
Yuan Hao asked about fishing. One of them asked the world what love is and taught him to be committed to life and death. Li Shangyin untitled Although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Zhang Kejiu Sai Hong Qiu beast furnace sank hookah, green marsh residual flowers, line by line written into acacia biography. Xu Zaisi won't miss you all his life, but he will miss you and hurt you.
Li Guan fell in love with an inch of acacia, and there was no arrangement in the world. Su Shi Jiangchengzi was born and died for ten years, but he never thought about it, but he was unforgettable, and he had nowhere to talk.
Book of Songs, Tang style, anonymous, save for the present, meet this lover. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" says that we hope that two birds will become one, fly in the sky, live and grow together on the ground, and have two branches in one tree ... Li Shangyin has no problem, and spring silkworms will weave until they die, and tears will be exhausted every night.
Kuang Zhouyi reduced the word Huanxisha. He is infatuated by nature, and there is no place in the world where he misses love. Ouyang xiu's jade building should say the date of returning home before Chunzun, but it is hard to swallow before Chunrong.
The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanluo Guanluo Dove is anonymous in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.
Liu Yong Yulinling has been gone for several years, and it should be a good time and a good scene in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Li Zhiyi's diviner only wants you to be like me, not lovesick. The second of Linjiang Xian's two poems, the fallen flower, is independent, slightly swift and Qi Fei.
West Gansu is poor, there is no bone by the river, and she is still a dream girl. Touch the fish and buy it like a gift. Who will complain?
It's even more leaking. There are three buttonwood trees, and it rains at midnight. It is bitter to leave feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
It's husband and wife, it's husband and wife. Partridges seek good dreams, but dreams are hard to come by.
Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain fall through the window. Who can complain about a lonely day and night?
Foreword is always faint. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? There is also Sauvignon Blanc, the first of Li Bai's two poems, which is heartbreaking.
Fan Chengda's car is far away. I wish I were like a star, like a moon, shining every night. Shen Yan, a acacia fish from Shulun, A Dai, traveled all over the world. He believed in human separation.
Liu Yongyu held Ling Lin's hand and looked at her with tears, but she was speechless and choked up. Yuan Zhen sent out three sad songs, which is the sorrow that all mankind must know, but not as well as those who used to be poor together.
Gu Zhen's confession is for my heart and yours. I will know each other and remember each other deeply. Jiangling, Yu, I miss you urgently, and my heart is like Xijiang River, which flows eastward day and night.
Li Shangyin's untitled six poems, six immortals, and even this bright flame of love, are there only ashes? . Wan Le's lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky.
Bai Juyi hated the waves as bad as the tides, and Acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. Wen, linglong dice and An Hongdou, do you know how much you missed? Shao Ruipeng's recent love affair made him smile. After all, lovesickness is better than meeting.
When Yan Shuyu's family is poor in a corner, there is only endless acacia. Cao Xueqin's lifelong mistake is a good marriage. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone.
Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. Cao Xueqin's red bean words are endless, red beans are full of tears and spring flowers are full of paintings.
Ouyang Xiu's two poems, one of which asked for flowers in tears, flew over the swing in confusion. Feng Xiaoqing feels sorry for himself. You must pity me and you.
Zhu Yizun fell in love with the idea of a high balcony. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart.
It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. If you ask He Zhu Hengtang Road, how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Zhang Mi's affection is only in spring, so it's a pity to leave people behind. Liu Yuxi's "Four Poems on Bamboo Branches", the second one is that bonuses are easy to decline like Lang Yi, and water is infinite like sorrow.
Yan Shushan Pavilion gives people away, and if there is a bosom friend, they will not hesitate to sing Yangchun. Fan Zhongyan covered the bright moon building with a curtain and rested alone. Wine entered his heart and turned into homesick tears.
Since you came out, Chen Shu has missed you like a candle, frying your heart with tears. Su Wu became husband and wife when he came back from birth, and became Sauvignon Blanc when he died.
Sister Chen Peng sent two other sentences and half a piece of paper, which is not heavy, so I can bear the burden of leaving sadness. Zhu Yizun, the best concubine in Yuanyang Lake, looks like Xu Shan in her eyes, but Lang has no intention of being like a stone Buddha.
Wei Zhuang's two top female scholars, one of whom has no idea of the soul, have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
She Jiang picked hibiscus, left home together, and died of grief. On the night of Qin Guan 86, there is a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles tender.
Yan partridge sky three songs, a farewell, a meeting,
4. The ancient poem of breaking up is:
1. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up.
Lin Yuling, written by Liu Yong, a poet in the Song Dynasty;
Original text:
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Translation:
After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.
Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
2. I still have tears in my eyes, and I don't meet each other before I get married.
Yin Jiefu, a poem by Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty;
Original text:
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls. I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt. My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband. Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Translation:
You know I have a husband, but you still want to give me a pair of pearls. I thank you for your affection for me and for tying pearls on my red shirt. My tall building is connected with the royal garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know that you are sincere and open-minded, I swear to work for my husband and share life and death. I cried when I returned your double beads. I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Meet in the grave, don't go against today's words!
The first narrative poem in the history of China literature is also Yuefu poem Peacock Flying Southeast.
Original text:
The bride said to the official, "What do you mean? Also persecuted, so is your concubine. Meeting in the grave does not violate today's words! " Hold hands, go their separate ways and go home. Do you hate living and dying? Farewell to this world, never complete!
Translation:
Lan Zhi said to Jiao Zhongqing, "I didn't expect you to say such a thing! We are all persecuted, so are you and me. Let's meet underground! (Hope) Don't break today's oath! " (They) shook hands with each other tightly, then said goodbye and went home.
When the living bid farewell to the dead, where can the resentment in their hearts be exhausted? Thinking that (they) will leave this world forever, they can't save (lives) anyway!
I will never think about it, so don't think about me either.
Operator by Xie Ximeng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty;
Original text:
The oars are flat, and the green hills lock the shore. How do you live when you go home and I go home? I will never think about it, so don't think about me either. Give your past and my heart to others! .
Translation:
Paddles beat the waves, and the green hills on both sides were locked. Going home by myself, I want to go home by myself and persuade how to live. I will never miss you, and you will never miss me again. Give the heart you gave me before to someone else!
5. passers-by from now on.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Jiao's "Gift to a Maid"
Original text:
The prince's children rushed back, and the beautiful woman was wet with tears. Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.
Translation:
The prince and grandson fought back, and the beauty was wet with tears. As soon as he entered the deep back door, he took Xiao Lang as a stranger.
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5. Yuan Zhen, an ancient lovelorn poem, left five poems, the fourth of which was once a water disaster and forever amber.
The same should be true of Nalan Xingde's "The Mermaid" after the bleak farewell. The most difficult thing is to sort out the grievances of the Moon and the Ming Dynasty.
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" was born and died for ten years. If you don't remember it, it will be unforgettable, and there is nowhere to say.
Li Guan's Dead Hua Lian is full of lovesickness, and there is no arrangement in the world.
Wen's "Death" is full of tears and words, and life is only difficult to die.
Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House" is naturally infatuated with life, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.
It has been many years since Liu Yong wrote Yulin Order, which should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Wen's "the third song of more leakage" is a plane tree, which is raining in the middle of the night. It is bitter to leave feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Nie Shengqiong partridge day looking for a good dream, this dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.
6. What poems did the ancients describe lovelorn? The fortune teller doesn't like sex-Yan Rui doesn't like sex, which seems to be mistaken by the frontier.
When flowers bloom, you always have to look at the oriental monarch. If you go, you have to go and live! If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen will be a slave.
Let's listen to another Zhou Zizhi song. Good, too. Like a hairspring, people are flying. Tears are assessed as empty.
A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. Wild geese cross the setting sun, and the grass is misty.
There are countless worries now. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight.
I am a lotus girl, and my heart is full of tears. If you see lotus tears, do you know how bitter lotus is? I am a lotus girl, but I am committed to your heart.
Tonight in song for you, every word is sad. I am a lotus girl, dancing for you day and night.
See how many things there are in the world? My only friends are me and you. I am a lotus girl, and I dream of being a poet with you.
I hope there are lovers in the world, and one day they will get married. I am a lotus girl, please remember my heart.
On the day when the lotus blooms next year, one flower after another brings my blessing. Beautiful women are always stupid, worthy of sympathy and not cheap.
Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles. The flowers are fading, the grass is resting, the scenery in the hotel is beautiful, and some seasons have passed.
At dusk in the yard, people remember to say goodbye and tears turn into red blood. Looking from a distance, the mountains and rivers are divided into Chu and Yue, and the eyes are broken.
The dream is broken and the heart is broken, and the horn blows the plum blossom month. "Sijun makes people old, and time and tide wait for no man. Try to add meals without abandoning silk. " Like a dream, it rained heavily last night, and a deep sleep did not consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
A touch of crimson lips is a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame.
Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre.
The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold.
Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.
People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
Bodhisattva's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.
Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky. 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.
Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon.
Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.
Wuling spring breeze has exhausted the fragrance of dust, 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 boat won't move. I'm worried.
Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear. 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.
In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin.
Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.
Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.
Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite. The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window.
If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty. When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly.
Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring. Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night.
For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring. Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy.
I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow. Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone.
Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.
Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. Butterfly love.
7. Seek the ancient lovelorn poem Li Yishui waterline to be precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles will take a night off.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. This four-line poem, entitled "Writing Love", plays the whole poem very carefully, much like writing about a lover's painful mood after he stood me up.
This poem was written on the night my girlfriend stood me up. The poet lay on a delicate and precious bamboo mat, sleepless and full of thoughts.
The long-awaited wedding date fell through. The other party changed its mind, and it became so fast and suddenly that people were not even mentally prepared.
As far as "ceremony" is concerned, "a thousand miles" shows that it is a long-awaited and rare opportunity. As far as "Hugh" is concerned, "overnight" can be regarded as blowing fast, blowing thoroughly and blowing unexpectedly.
All this has just happened, which is the most painful moment for the poet and the "most difficult death". In the dead of night, how can I remember not to lose sleep? One or two sentences are inverted in causality, the first sentence is the result, and the second sentence is the reason.
This painful night, it happened, is a beautiful night with clear wind and bright moon. For a disheartened poet, the beauty of the night is only in name only, so what else is there to see? Not only tonight, but from now on, he will not be interested in a beautiful night, whether he goes to the East Building or the West Building of the Moon. The moon is the moon, and I am me. Since then, the two have nothing to do. For the lovelorn, Leng Yue's clear light only adds a long sadness and evokes painful memories.
The artistic feature of this poem is to set off sadness with beautiful scenery. In general, dissolved moonlight and bright starlight can arouse people's aesthetic feeling more.
But a soul immersed in pain, beauty has no effect on him, and sometimes it is more sad and uneasy. This poem writes sorrow with joy, and multiplies it with sorrow.
Using Good Night and Bright Moon to contrast and render melancholy, loneliness and disappointment are more prominent, more subtle and more profound.