There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and shock in winter, rain and snow in summer,
Heaven and earth are in harmony, but dare to break away from you!
I wish to have one heart and one mind, and never leave each other. Han; Zhuo Wenjun's
. Tang; Lu Zhaolin < Chang 'an Ancient Meaning >
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix
yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. Tang; Li Shangyin < Untitled >
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree..
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever! Tang; Bai Juyi's everlasting regret
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Tang; Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Once, the sea was difficult for water, forever amber.
Take a lazy look back at the flowers, and you are half-qualified to cultivate and half-qualified. Tang; Yuan Zhen's thoughts
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. Tang; Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhici
Love in the heart is not * * * flowers compete for hair
and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. Tang; Li Shangyin < Untitled >
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn. Tang; Du Mu < Farewell >
Thousands of trees are blooming in the easterly night, and the stars are raining
BMW carving cars are fragrant all over the road, the wind is rustling, jade pots are shining, fish and dragons are dancing all night
moths are dancing in the snow, willows and golden rays are shining, and laughter is shining, so I go to the crowd to look for him. Suddenly, when I look back, the man is there, and the lights are dim
.
May you learn more, as a symbol of our love. Wang Wei's "Acacia"
When flowers bloom, they must be folded straight, so don't wait for them to be empty! A branch of Du Qiuniang's
The Witchwear in Tang Dynasty? The dew is bright and fragrant, and the sex is ruined. Li Bai's
. Song; Liu Yong's "Fengqitong"
The past is empty and still like a dream. Li Yu's "A Midnight Song * How Can I Avoid Life's Sorrow and Hatred"
If you know what I mean, you have to ask for it!
In Li Yu's
. Zhu Shuzhen < Shanchazi >
When we meet, it seems as if we don't see each other, but love is still ruthless. Sima Guang < Xijiang Moon >
When there is poverty, there is only endless lovesickness.
It's not old, but I can't get over it.
My heart is like a double screen with Qian Qian knots in it. Zhang sheng < chitose >
held hands and looked at him with tears in his eyes, but he was speechless and choked.
Affection hurts parting since ancient times.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene.
even though there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to? ! Liu Yong's "Yulinling"
Flowers drift and water flows.
one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it.
looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
this time, what a sad word? < voice is slow >
go to the west building alone without words. The moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
keep cutting. The reason is still chaotic. It's sadness. It's not just a general taste.
how worried can you be? Just like a river flowing eastward.
< Yu Meiren > and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. Li shangyin's "Jin se"
ten years of life and death are two boundless, and I will never forget it without thinking about it.
Xiao Xuan window, dressing, caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears. Su Shi < Jiangchengzi >
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. Xin Qiji's "Qingyun case * Yuanxi"
tender feelings are like water, and the ritual is like a dream.
if two relationships are long-lasting, they are not in the court. Qin Guan's "Queqiao"
Acacia will only happen if you don't miss it all your life. Yuan Xu Zaisi's "themoon Qu * Chun Qing"
Since ancient times, I have been free to hate, and the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up. Clear; Shi Qing's
The color of Xi Yi Ti is not attractive, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yellow?
A Collection of Folk Poems in Hangzhou
. Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Under the acacia tree, Silang hates mandy, but I don't know. Republic of China; Liang Qichao
thought it over several times and would rather miss it! Hu Shi has been infatuated with love since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Song; Ou Yang Xiu's
If the two feelings are long-lasting, are they still in the court?
-Qin Guan < Queqiao >
If you don't miss your life, you will miss it, and it will hurt you.
-Yuan Xu Zaisi's "themoon Qu * Chun Qing"
Affectionate has been idle since ancient times, and the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up.
-clear; Shi Qing's
.
-Cao Xueqin's A Dream of Red Mansions
I don't know if Silang hates mandy when I talk about acacia under the acacia tree.
-Republic of China: Liang Qichao
held hands and looked at him with tears, but he was speechless and choked.
Affection hurts parting since ancient times.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene.
even though there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to? !
-"Yulinling" by Liu Yong
Flowers drift and water flows by itself.
one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it.
looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
this time, what a sad word?
-Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow"
Without words, he went to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
keep cutting. The reason is still chaotic. It's sadness. Especially the ordinary taste in my heart
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
--------------Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, with dim lights.
-Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi"
When the flowers bloom, they must be folded straight, so don't wait for them to be empty!
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a branch of Du Qiuniang's "The Witches"? The dew is bright and fragrant, and the sex is ruined.
--------Li Bai's
I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for the sake of Iraq.
-Song; Liu Yong's "Fengqitong"
The past is empty and still like a dream.
---------Li Yu's "A midnight song * How can you avoid life's sorrow and hate"
If you know what I mean, you must ask for it!
----------Li Yu's
The willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk.
-Zhu Shuzhen's Shanchazi
If we meet each other, we can't see each other, but love seems heartless.
-Xijiang Moon by Sima Guang
When the horizon is poor, there is only endless lovesickness.
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though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix
yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
-Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled
Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
-Song; Ou Yang Xiu's
The following are the words of Nalan Rong Ruo:
Butterfly Lovers
Hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon. The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are all lost. If the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to be hot with snow and ice. It's easy to die without that fate. Swallows are still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, the sorrow did not rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
recent history of ancient rivers and mountains is uncertain. With the sound of painting horns, the horses come and go frequently. Who can speak when everything is desolate? The west wind blows the old Dan maple. There used to be countless grievances. Tiema Jinge, Qingcheng Dusk Road. How much love is there? Deep autumn rain shines in the mountains.
Hua Tangchun
A generation of two people will compete for two ecstasy. Acacia don't look at each other, who is the spring?
it's easy to beg from the blue bridge, but it's hard to rush into the blue sea. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
when the flowers fall
who calls down the stairs at sunset, hold the incense burner. Looking back, I stood in front of the laughter, always speechless and reluctant.
there is no evidence in the writing, so don't talk about lovesickness. Advise Iraq to get drunk at the red window, but it's too late.
river stories
spring is shallow and red with resentment. Cover the double rings, and draw leisurely between the raindrops. Without words, the dark will burst into tears. Declining, fragrant sales light dreams.
leaning on the screen and thinking about the past is nothing, and it's just a word of acacia. Remember at that time, weeping willows, flowers and butterflies were all over the court.
and
white clothes stand on the pillars, and the moon is cool in the west. When the temples are frosty, do you know whether you will return or not?
The remnant is a wild goose whose eyes are broken and whose size is thin. Acacia blindly, quasi-quasi-look like the old days.
picking mulberry seeds
thanks to the family, the courtyard is more erect, and the birds stay and carve beams. The silver wall of the month, can't distinguish the flowers from the incense?
this feeling has been recalled by itself, and it is scattered. It's cool after a rain break, but I had a dream eleven years ago.
again
now I know that I was wrong at that time, and my mood is sad. Red tears steal down, full of spring breeze.
knowing perfectly well that there is nothing to do from now on, I insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, it's all gone and the moon is west.
and
in the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old hatred and new love are half. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.
picking mulberry seeds
A long time in the rosy clouds will never fly in the beautiful words, so who is there? Who is there? Jade Qing sleeps tonight.
the incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was still counted. Quietly counting the autumn, but also missing the heart to the last quarter.
and
who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window. Meditate on the past and set the sun setting.
being drunk makes you sleep hard, and gambling makes you splash tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Spread out the Huanxisha
The wind wadding has turned into a duckweed, and the mud lotus is just beautiful and the lotus roots are lingering; Take care not to burn a petal of incense, remember the past life.
people feel sentimental and thin, but now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken again, tears steal zero.
seeing each other
The falling flowers are like a dream, the musk deer is slightly smoky, and the sunset is sneaking down the building.
who knows that sorrow is infinite and wasting away? Idle comes the tiaonong parrot, teaches it to recite the Beau's poems to me.
Minus magnolia
Candles are swaying, cold and sparse, and just want to wake up. If you don't think about it, don't sleep alone.
the sky is blue, and there is a promise between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver man to communicate with a Chinese man, but he is willing to endure the storm.
When we meet again, we are silent, and a hibiscus is holding the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a slanting heart is only a phoenix.
I'm afraid of being seen when I'm waiting for the general to whisper. If you want to complain about your bosom, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.