Lisi
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Yuan Zhen
Never mind what other people think.
In the self-love makeup mirror, the ring hairpin is full of moss,
Soon, a swallow was shot in the fat cheek, and a red Su Xuan was about to melt.
Leave a second thought
The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peaches reflect the small building.
I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain.
Leave a third thought
The pressure of red hairpin changes with the times, which brings good luck to the delicate dust of yarn.
Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best.
Leave a fourth thought.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Leave a fifth thought.
Hundred flowers are common, and pear white is the best.
Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.
Three songs of mourning
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Yuan Zhen
one
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
Secondly,
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
third
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Two Poems by Shen Yuan
Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
one
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Secondly,
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Ying ti Xu can cocoon Zheng qi bing JIU
Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying
Residual cold deceives sick wine, covering up Shen Xiang embroiders households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if to say that spring came late. Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thinking about love, drifting with the wind, turned into a faint whisper.
Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset.
Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction. Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms. Long wave envy, shame on distant mountains, fishing lights reflecting the river, remembering time and short peach root crossing. Brothel seems to be a poem on the verge of defeat, with tears bleak and dusty.
Looking at the dangerous pavilion, grass is all over the world, and sighing temples invade half bamboo. Dark spot check: I vomit when I leave the mark, I am still dyed, I am fascinated by the phoenix, and I have no intention to dance. Write hard, the book is long and hateful, and the blue sky is full of lovesickness, and it bounces into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is it broken?
Huanxisha Ji Feng throws autumn grass.
Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Author: Nalan Rong Ruo
Chicken buns throw autumn grass. The wet moon is cold and silent. At that time, Tanabata was deeply allied.
I believe in the legend of feather clothes and regret teaching Luo socks to bury the whole city. Rain bells are singing in the air.
Shane Qin Lou didn't see the blowjob girl.
Dynasty: Five Dynasties Author: Li Yu
Qin Lou didn't see the girl who blew the flute, so she had time to enjoy the scenery in the garden.
The pink heart is low, and the east wind bothers me, only making incense.
Joan woke up from her dream and stayed in the waning moon. She had to hate him for those days.
The blue sky reflects weeping willows. I want to watch for a while, but I am lazy to think about it, just like dreaming.
Dream on.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?