Magpie Bridge Immortal
Song Qin Guan
The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?
Guan Ju
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Guan Ju, Guan Ju, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.
Scattered waterlilies flow left and right. A graceful lady,
I have longed for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.
Pick them from left to right.
A graceful lady plays the piano and plays the sesame as a friend. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
Happy meeting
Li Yu
Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
A cut plum blossom
Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows,
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Yulinling
Liu Yong
The chilling cicada is miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. It’s even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank is full of dawn wind and moon.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Like a dream
I often remember the sunset at the creek pavilion,
I am so drunk that I don’t know the way back.
Returning to the boat late after having fun,
stuck into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing,
starting a pool of gulls and herons.
Like a dream
It rained and the wind blew violently last night,
The remaining wine cannot be consumed by a deep sleep.
I asked the person behind the curtain,
But Begonia remained the same.
Do you know? Do you know?
It should be green, red and thin.
Pink lips
Lonely in the boudoir,
One inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow.
Happy spring is gone,
At what time it will rain for flowers.
Leaning on the railings,
Just no emotion!
Where are they?
The grass is dying all over the sky,
It is impossible to see the way back.
Pink your lips
Stop playing on the swing,
get up and straighten your slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin,
The sweat is thin and the clothes are transparent.
Seeing someone coming,
the gold hairpin slipped out of the sock shovel,
and left in shame.
Looking back while leaning against the door,
sniffing the green plums.
(This is the first poem by an anonymous person, see Volume 1 of "Flowers and Grass Collection")
Huanxi Sand
Moxu cup is rich in deep amber,
< p>The intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicated,Shu Zhongji should be aware of the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream,
The golden bun is used to ward off the cold and the pines are tied together,
When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Huanxi Sha
Spring has already deepened by the idle window in the small courtyard,
The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy,
I lean on the building and listen to the Yao Qin speechlessly .
Far Xiu comes out of the mountains to urge dusk,
The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast,
It is hard to stop the pear blossoms from declining.
Huanxi Sha
In the cold spring weather,
The jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up.
I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.
People are fighting for grass in the future,
The river plums have passed willow trees,
The swings are wet with rain at dusk.
Huanxi Sha
The bun hurts the lazy spring and is more combed,
The plum blossoms fall in the evening breeze in the courtyard,
The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse,
The jade duck smokes the stove and the auspicious brain is idle,
The red cherry tent covers the tassels,
The rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sha
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles,
leans against the precious duck and kisses its fragrant cheeks,
it is only when the eyes are moving that people can guess.
One side is full of charm and charm,
Half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred,
The moon moves and the shadows of flowers make an appointment again.
The Bodhisattva Man
The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early.
I am in a good mood with my shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up,
The plum blossoms on my temples were still intact.
Where is your hometown?
Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water,
The fragrance disappears and the wine does not disappear.
The Bodhisattva Man
The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green,
The snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the stove is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright,
The person with the hairpin head wins the light.
The sound of the horn prompts the dawn,
The dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring,
The west wind leaves behind the old cold.
Telling one’s true feelings
It’s too late to remove makeup at night,
The calyx of a plum blossom is inserted into a broken branch.
Drinking up breaks the spring sleep,
The dream can never be returned.
The people are quiet,
the moon is shining,
the green curtain hangs down.
More the remaining stamens,
More the remaining fragrance,
Get more time.