There are 100 words in the order of 100 words. Also known as River of No Return, Chitose, Juanjiangyue, Apricot Blossom Sky, Ballad of Chibi, Temple of Heaven, Song of Great Jiangxi, Niannujiao and so on.
Bai Zi Song Ling Han Juan
The advantage of the garden is that Gu Meifei bullies the snow.
The bottom is full of flowers and plums, and the posture is clear and clean.
Lingshan outside the city, jade water at the bridge head, many beautiful months.
When it is cold in a year, the south branch is particularly clear.
Several times, I called for wine to find poetry, and poetry became a little drunk, and the pen cap was covered with mud.
Appreciate the ups and downs and wash the group.
When it comes to the original sound, it's hard to say the original and the new sample.
There are metaphysical scriptures in the grass, so why are you bored and lonely with flowers?
2. Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia Su Shi
The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages.
To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang.
Rocks go through the air, waves lap the shore and roll up thousands of piles of snow.
Picturesque mountains and rivers, there are many heroes at one time.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
The first poet of Manchu Dynasty, Nalan Gongzi, also wrote a poem "Hundred Characters Order".
Ruthless wildfire, and the west wind burns all over the world. Elms are stuffed back into the snow and ice, cooled to the temples, and blown old. The horse hissed, moved, and merged into sorrow. I will know how much Yu Lang has lost tonight.
It's just that my brain is full of fat, and it's still hard to digest, and it's a waste of cigarettes. What's more, after Wen Yuan gaunt, it is not easy to get drunk. Back to the cold peak, the city is far away, and the dream is around the mountain. There are many feelings, only the whistling is high.
2. Nian Nujiao (Li Qingzhao)
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed.
Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.
Writing a poem is a leisurely taste.
When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless.
Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring!
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.
3. Nian Nujiao (Jiang Kui)
Ke Yuwuling, Hubei Xianzhi is in the clouds. This ancient city is full of wild water and trees. I was boating with two or three friends, and I drank mint flowers during the boating. My image was laid-back and not human. Autumn water is dry, and the lotus leaves come out of the ground to find their feet, because the pillars are sitting below and there is no sun on them. The breeze is automatically Xu Lai and Lv Yun. It is also a pleasure to catch a glimpse of tourists drawing boats in sparsely populated places. When you come to Xing Wu, you can find it among sheep and lotus. At night, the West Lake is flooded and the scenery is amazing. So write in this sentence.
Make a scene, remember when you come, and have a taste with Yuanyang. Thirty-six cruel people have not arrived, and there are countless water clothes. Green leaves are cool, jade makes wine disappear, and rain sprinkles. Shake, Leng Xiang flies to the poem. At dusk, the pavilion is green, my lover is gone, and I struggle to endure Ling Bo. I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they get cold, and I'm afraid I'll enter Nanpu and Xifeng. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room. How many fields are there and how much sand is there?
Qian Qiusui Northern Song Dynasty ● Zhang Xian
A few stingrays, and then report to Ren Fangfei for rest. Xichun prefers residual red folding. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow. Don't pull strings, you can talk about it.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. After nightfall, the east window is not white, and the solitary light goes out. Qian Qiusui leads Wang Anshi.
Don't pavilion cold anvil, lonely city painting angle, a school of autumn sound into the boundless.
Dongyan comes from the sea, and Nanyan falls into the sand.
Typhoon Zhu, just like yesterday.
Helpless bound by some fame and fortune!
Helpless dragged down by it!
Unfortunately, romance is always idle!
At first, I left China to express my views, but now I misunderstood Qin Lou.
The dream has stopped. When you wake up, think again.
Qian Qiusui Xia Jing Northern Song Dynasty ● Xie Yi
The flowers of neem tree are floating and fragrant. After the plum rain, the wind blew hard.
Love is far away in Hunan, and dreams are around Wu Fengcui. The piano and books are tired, and the partridge excites the south window to sleep.
No one sent the secret. Who can wash away your hatred? By the bamboo bank, in the sparse curtain.
The dust of song blows the fan, and the wind of dance blows. After people leave, a crescent moon is like water.
Qian Qiusui Northern Song Dynasty ● Huang Tingjian
After Qin Shaoyou was demoted as an official, he wrote a poem in his dream, in which he said, "Drunk in the shade, I don't know the north and the south." He died in Guanghua Pavilion in the first year. In the year of worshipping armour, I came to Yizhou and passed by Hengyang. I looked at Qin Guan's relics and began to make up for his "Qianqiu Sui". Remember, at the edge of a small garden with blooming flowers, we ebbed together. The horse galloped away, and its jade horse drummed. At the banquet, singing is like a cloud, hovering around the feather fan, dancing is like the wind, swirling in the ribbon. The drums suddenly stopped and the cups were in a mess, but we still laughed relatively. Even in tears, how can we meet? I can only lie in an umbrella in the shade of rattan trees and get drunk. My friend has left, and only the empty place is still there. The banquet in the palace is gone, and so are our four outings. Once again, melancholy is like a little pearl in the waves, sinking into the deep sea.
Qian Qiusui Northern Song Dynasty ● Qin Guan
Outside the sand by the water, battlements retreat in spring. Liu Ying's flowers, the lightness turns, are heard too fast and too thin. Oh, wandering alone, worrying that the wine is getting thinner, it is rare to get drunk.
Missing day after day, body and mind have been burned to ashes. Recalling yesterday's Xichihui, Heron Qi Fei. Hand in hand, who is here today? Ah, the ship goes around the sun and the moon, and the dream is broken, only the bronze mirror, and the rosy face is gone. In spring, there are thousands of fallen flowers, and the ones that should fall fall, leading the melancholy, such as the sea, pushed by the tide.
There are many words in this epigraph.
"I remember playing the flute at Phoenix Station" is one hundred words including punctuation marks ~ ~
If you feel bad, you can tell me where I need to add.