"Chill, the pavilion is late. When we first took a shower, everyone drank without emotion. Homesickness, Lanzhou urges hair. 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. Affectionate parting from ancient times, more comparable, snubbing the clear autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are thousands of styles, who to talk to! "
Liu Yong's Yulinling is full of acacia, which can be called the swan song of autumn love. Qiu Chan sad, hand reading. The ship is about to leave. Look across the street. It's late autumn, and sadness is in my heart. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak autumn. Love is always hard to give up in my heart, and its wonderful moments are meaningless without you. This word was originally Liu Yong's farewell to his lover when he went south from Bianjing. I'm sad. I'm worried.
"Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, thousands of miles away. Where can I send a book when the clouds are scattered and there is no letter? Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone. I can't write it gradually. I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless. "
Yan's Philip Burkart Man tells the story of lovesickness. Maple leaf red, chrysanthemum yellow, late autumn chill, missing people who have traveled thousands of miles. The clouds have gone, and there is no news of the geese returning to the south. Where can I send my letter? Tears can't be scattered, let it drop to the window and grind it into tears and ink against the inkstone. Gradually wrote down the sadness and affection of parting, tears wet the letter paper and eclipsed the red note paper.
"Blue sky, yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. Mingyuelou rests alone, and the wine turns into tears. "
Fan Zhongyan's Su Mu Beggar is touching. Sparse autumn colors can't hide the pain of lovesickness. The Iraqi people are far away, and I miss them in my heart. Drinking wine into your heart will not relieve your worries, but will make you more homesick.
"Young people don't know sorrow taste, fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say that I am still resting, but it is already cold and autumn! "
Xin Qiji's "Picking Mulberry Seeds" expresses a profound understanding of life through the comparison between "youth" and "present". After deep involvement in the world and suffering, I entered the stage of "knowing the taste of sadness". However, I want to say that I am still resting, just that it is cold and autumn is strong. After vicissitudes of life, bitterness is in my heart, but I don't have to say it. All kinds of life can only be understood, not explained in words. The poet made a pun, saying both the autumn of the season and the autumn of his life. Getting old into old age is the autumn of life. The infinite taste of life is only known to oneself.
Autumn in Song Ci is meaningful and memorable.
Sentences in Song Poetry _ Sentences about Song Poetry _ Well-described sentences
Words are poor but feelings can't end. Han Yu's Sacrifice to Twelve Langs
Xin Qiji, an ugly slave, is a teenager in the middle wall of Shuboshan Road. He doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the building. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say, I still have a rest, but I have a good autumn. Xin Qiji
The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know every year? Jiang Kui's Slow Yangzhou
Gaolan is a path, and the road is getting slower and slower. Zhanjiang is full of water with maple trees on it. Seeing thousands of miles is heartbreaking. Return to your hometown and lament Jiangnan. Qu Yuan's Soul Call
Many years later, it should be a beautiful moment in name only. Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
For the rest of my life, snow is you, plain is you, poverty is you, glory is you, tenderness in my heart is you, and eyes are you.
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon
At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim. Fang Ting, a man from Qin Guan.
At that time, I was bullied by Chun Xue and often traveled with beautiful women. Come back today, no one asked, I am alone. Zhou Bangyan's Youth Journey
Tears of heroes, leaving Chu Shi's home. Thank mercy for shaving under the lotus stage. No edge method can be separated instantly. Naked people come and go and don't care. Where can I ask for separate cigarettes and umbrellas? Any one of my shoes is broken. Parasitic grass parasitic grass in Yuan Qiu
Let people live idle. Try to think that no one will kill heartbroken sentences in broad daylight for pleasure. There is only unspeakable love in the world. In Tang Yuming, people greet them with red candles, and they get help from mountains and rivers. But lovesickness pays off, and the Peony Pavilion is on the road of life. Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. The Little Mermaid in Jie Jiang listens to the rain (full text)
As picturesque as a river, it's better to have a little cinnabar between your eyebrows. I can't talk to you because I have no time for harps and harps. I promise you a lifetime, to accompany you for a hundred years, to keep your bright eyes like water, to see you smile like a flower, to ride with you all the time, and to accompany you for a lifetime. Momo dyed "Ink Dyed Time"
I don't hate this flower flying away, I hate Xiyuan. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. Su Shi's Hidden Water Dragon
But when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly. Su Shi's Song of Wandering Immortals (full text)
Cut the plum boat across the Wujiang River? Jie Jiang? A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. Jie Jiang's A Piece of Plum
When you board the Yellow Crane Tower in the vast river, you have a feeling of overlooking the Central Plains. There are many battlements outside the wilderness. Back in those days, flowers were everywhere, protecting Fengtai and Long Ting. Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs. Today, the fighters are full of suburbs and the dust is evil. Bing An is here? Ointment cake. Min' an is here? Fill the ravine. Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse. When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip. However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane. Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
The spring breeze suddenly started and blew out a pool of clear water. Feng Yansi's Golden Gate
On Cangshan, I was born and died, and I met you. Fortunately, I didn't live up to my life.
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring. Wang Guan's "Bu Operator Send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang"
I look at the western sky. I know there is no answer, but I have to go there. Because I want to prove that there is no answer. Where is the diary of Journey to the West?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. Li Qingzhao's "Looking for Sound Slowly" (full text)
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. Su Shi's Night Scene by the Hui Chong River
Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty. Li Bai's Memory of Qin E
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart. A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao (full text)
I like this word very much. Its fiery emotions are high and delicate. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. I think since the word is already here, there is no need to write a translation! Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi Ji's Twenty Dreams in the First Month"
Ask lotus root how much silk it has, and lotus knows who it is suffering for. Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family. It has been allowed. If you don't teach, you will live; if you teach, you will die. The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken. Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess. Acacia, fleeting, was mistakenly by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less. I'm afraid to mention wine again, and my red skirt is half hanging and I'm lying in the wind and rain. Yuan Haowen's Fishing
Miss the past and compete in prosperity. Wang Anshi's "The Landing of Xiang Send His Eyes"
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, in order to leave sorrow, the in the mind has a special taste. Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water. Li Yu's Meet You Huan
Knife is like water, the house is better than snow, and the fingers break the new orange. At the beginning of the brocade, musk continued, and Zheng sat opposite each other. Ask in a low voice: Who are you with? It's already midnight in the city, and the horses are slippery and frosty. It's better to have a rest, but there are few pedestrians. Zhou Bangyan's Youth Journey and Knife Like Water
Ten thousand people ride a white horse, the left is yellow and the right is pale. I just want to, Cao Jia. Go to the Central Plains in plain clothes. For the first time, shoot Sirius. Let Xiliang go and ignore the bonfire drama "Chen's Life"
Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise. Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband. Ask Chang 'e, lonely, cold and sad, you should be happy. Clouds are full and Joan cups are slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding. It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it. Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong Mid-Autumn Festival Farewell"
The sky is not old, people are not even, and they hate it and hand it over to the court. Li Chi Ngai's Xie Chichun (full text)
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Lu Kai's gift to Ye Fan.
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
Meditation on the past is like a dream with dark tears. Zhou Bangyan warrior Lan Lingliu (full text)
Memories of the past are like wounds, moving their pains, not moving their dreams like the wind, memories are cool, memories are like pains, thoughts are like wounds, breathing is like wounds, memories are like wine, dreams are drunk, and dreams are not drunk.
Sitting alone, paying solo alone, lying alone, standing hurt, helpless, touching people. Who can see this situation, tears wash the residual makeup. I am worried that my illness will remain the same and I can't get rid of the cold light. Zhu's "Minus Magnolia"
Bright moon and cool breeze, forbearing and neglecting time (full text) Liu Yong.
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou
There is a cold wave and a relentless afterglow, which is Nanpu in the rustling. Blow more, frost alone, recall, old flying floc. It's getting late, the smoke is falling in the sun, and when I see the traveler, I'm so thin that I dance. There is always a desolation and haggard, and there are many beautiful sentences in Yantai. Spring brings autumn rain. It hurts to miss the past. Fascinating, and draw a dike, cold water clouds still exist. Recalling the past, a little east wind and a few heavy curtains, my eyebrows are sad. Waiting for a beautiful soul, whispering with Iraq in the dusk moonlight. Jin Yinyong Han Liu Liu Liu's "Jin Yinyong Han Liu"
Sometimes there must be something in life, and there is no need to force it in life. Expanded sage
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Liu's "Spring Complaints"
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian
Swing in the wall, road outside the wall, laity inside the wall, beauty laughing away, sound away. What is even more interesting is that Su Shi's "Dead Hua Lian" is severely annoyed.
Don't be sad in the world for a long time, the two places know each other. Jiang Kui's Partridge Sky
Fame is half a piece of paper, and snow is Qian Shan. Zhang Kejiu's Welcome to the Temple (full text)
A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. Su Shi's Ding Fengbo (full text)
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, the lotus leaves the dew, and the loneliness is unknown. Like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream cloud is broken. In the dark, I found that there was nowhere to find it, and I felt that I had traveled all over the small garden. Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. The swallow house is empty, where there is beauty, the swallow in the empty lock house. In ancient times, it was like a dream, but there were old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of Taohuawu sighs for Yu Hao. Su Shi's Ode to Fish Music
In the past, blowing in the wind, with chaotic shadows, was displaced for half a century. Returning from mulberry picking, dew stained clothes. I don't know him, but I've been through a lot? Flapping the clothes on the bank of the long river, the years will go with the running water and bid farewell to the show. Chen Dong's Perfect World
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. The magpie fairy of Qin Guan
Song Ouyang Xiu was born in Yuan Dynasty last year, when the flower market was brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi
What am I worried about recently? Where can I know my happiness? A little bleak and eternal, relying on the west wind alone. And bamboo seeks springs and clouds plant trees, which is really a leisure guest. This heart is idle, so you can't borrow Chou He for a long time. Don't say that the past is not true, the present is true, consider Qing Zun. I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I am not a crane in Feiyun. Cold wind is high, cassia twig is loose. When you are drunk, you will still wake up. The north window is high, so don't scare the birds. Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao Fu Yu Yan
The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! Li Yu's "Langtaosha"
The old man talked about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops on a flat post. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan. After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm! When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. Su Shi hunts in Jiangchengzi Mizhou (full text)
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. Li Yu's crying at night
Orchids are exposed like crows' eyes, which have nothing to do with them. Fireworks are difficult to cut, grass is like grass, and it is loose like a cover. Wind is the petticoat and water is the compliment. We can treat each other for a long time. Cold green candles, glorious work, under the Xiling, in the wind and rain. Lihe Su Xiaoxiao Tomb
If you can't stay, get drunk and go to Lanzhou. Go to Bitaochun Waterway and pass by Xiaoying's crying place. The ferry is green with branches and leaves. Since then, the brocade book has not been sent, and the painting building is unfounded. Yan's Qing Ping Le
If you have a bosom friend, don't hesitate to sing the Song of the Willow in the Mountain Pavilion by Yan Shu in Yangchun.
I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss it? Li Chi Ngai's I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River (full text)
Song ci describing spring scenery
Other works (some poems): Song Yanshu's "Huanxisha" Annoying weather and spring-cloudy-
Song He Zhu's "The Hill" Fang Fei News, Apricot Bud Red.
Song Chen Liang's "Nan Gezi" Spring is in the depths of flowers and birds.
Song Jiangkui's "Yangzhou Slow" has passed the spring breeze for ten miles and the wheat is green.
Close "Good Things Close" Spring rain adds flowers, and spring flowers move mountains *
Songshi Xiaoyou's "Good Things Near" sprinkled fragrant dust to create a pleasant spring scenery *
Song Zhang Lai's "Spring Day", the residual snow dripping with ice bamboo shoots, sneaked back to the willow tips in spring.
Song Song Zhongsheng's "Linjiang Xianzi" in February is full of wine and the small building is wet and green.
Spring Night by Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty * The spring scenery is annoying, and the moon moves the railing.
Song Zhou Bangyan's "Dead Hua Lian" is getting stronger and stronger like wine, and Shao Hua is in Dong Jun's hands.
Song Qian Wei Yan's "Magnolia" The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the smoke at the gate is on the spring bank
"Bean Leaf Yellow" by Lu You in Song Dynasty is often rainy and windy in spring, but empty in sunny days.
Song Luyou's "Do it right away" Liu does not cover the spring scenery, and an apricot is out of the wall.
Song Chengzhi said that "A Song of Red Plum Pavilion" is like wine, and I don't know what it is.
Song Zhuxi's Spring Day: Spring is always waiting for the east wind.
Song Jiangkui's Yellow Willow Yan Yanfei, where is Wen Chun, only the pond is green.
Beginning of spring Encounter by Zhang Wei in Song Dynasty: At the end of the year, there is little frost, and the vegetation knows the spring.
Song Mei Dong: A desert island sleeps leisurely on the shore, and an old tree has flowers without ugly branches.
Song Mei Yao Chen's "Su Mu Yin" pear flower Man Chun, the setting sun is everywhere, green and old.
Song Chenyu's "Young Beauty" Luoyang City is east, which may not be as brilliant as the peach blossoms in the past.
Huang Songting-jian's Yuan Yuanming's Ziyou in Ji Yun, the spring breeze is separated from the spring rain, and the water in the north and south of the Yangtze River beats the sky.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Song of Cao Xie in the West Lake in Spring, the snow outside the door disappears, Qian Shan is green, and the riverside flowers are sunny in February.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Huanxisha" East wind blows rain, which is finer than dust.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Huanxisha" carefully listened to Du Yu's crying in Chunshan, and it was a farewell poem.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Red River" was beaming in March, and she lifted her eyes to feel the green of Qian Shan.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Pink Butterfly and Fu Falling Flowers" is like thirteen daughters learning to embroider yesterday spring, but the branches don't teach flowers fine.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Feeling for Fan Shoushou": Spring is clear and beautiful. Call to sing to persuade you to drink. Wine is as good as spring, and spring is as old as ever.
Su Song Shunqin's "Crossing the Water": chun yin hangs green grass, sometimes there are still flowers and a tree is bright. At night, under the lonely boat ancient temple, Sichuan is full of wind and rain.
Li Qingzhao's works:
Song Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" is the most difficult to stop when it is cold and warm.
Song Qingzhao's "Die Lian Hua" is warm, sunny and windy. Liu Yanmei's cheek has already felt the heartbeat of spring.
Song Qingzhao's "Broken Magnolia": Selling flowers gets a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Su Shi's works:
Song Sushi's "A bouquet of flowers" has a letter from Dongfeng, but no one has seen it. There is a little meaning and lace among the willows.
Song Sushi's Dingfengbo was awakened by the cold spring breeze, slightly cold, but facing the oblique scenery on the mountain.
Song Su-shi's "Two Night Scenes along the Chunjiang River in Hui Chong": Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three liang, and duck prophets in spring water heating.
Song Sushi's "A Little Poetry, Recording the Dream of Sleeping in Guabu in the Past Years" shows the people's teachers. Spring breeze hates heartless water and blows it from east to west.
Complete works of classic famous sentences in song ci
1, Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Yan's Lin Jiang Xian Zi
2, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan. Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
3. When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. Su Shi
4, the flowers are nothing, and it seems to have met Yan. Yan Shu
5, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. Liu Yong
6. Where will you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. Liu Yong
7, flowers from Shui Piao to the water, a kind of acacia, two kinds of leisure. I couldn't get rid of this situation, so I frowned and took it to heart again. Li Qingzhao
8, this situation has nowhere to be eliminated, only frowning, but in my heart. A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao
9. If two people have a long relationship, they are still in their twilight years. Qin Guan
10, I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'm too cold. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Su Shi
1 1, thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and months. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. Yue Fei
12, Qian Shan is full of water in the evening. Don't say goodbye two or three times.
13, the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water. Nothing was done. The believers in the pool folded the apricot flowers and crushed them gently on the path among the flowers. Yan fengyou
14, a beach of broken duckweed. Three points of spring scenery: two points of dust, one point of running water. In detail, it doesn't seem to be a small flower. It's tears Su Shi
15, Han Xiao is lighter than Populus deltoides, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Song qi
16, the two places are separated by sorrow, and a statue of fragrant wine is bleak and dangerous. Cai Shen's Su Wuman
17, the old enmity in Chunjiang is endless, and the new enmity in Yunshan is thousand fold. Xin Qiji
18, spring is gone, fast-flushers are like the sea. Qin Guan
19, the old man talks about juvenile madness, with yellow on the left and blue on the right. I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. Su Shi
20, Mo Tao don't forget me, curtain roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Li Qingzhao
2 1, residents of Huatang are refused, and the spring breeze is free. Wang Anguo's Qingping Music Spring Festival Evening
22, the sky is not old, love is hard to get rid of, the heart is like a double screen, with a Qian Qian knot inside. Zhang Xian's "Millennium"
23. As soon as the arrow leaked, I felt a little cold, gradually sobbed and drew a few corners. Silent to the window, the light went out and waited for dawn, and the shadow couldn't sleep alone. Liu Yong's Qijia
24, buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, leaving love is more bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Wen tingjun
25. There is no breath of spring. Who knows? No one can solve it unless you ask the oriole, because the wind flies over the rose. Huang tingjian
26. Spring water is bluer than the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Wei Zhuang
27, Liu Yin straight, smoke like silk. Farewell is lingering, Tianjin is quiet and silent, and the sunset is endless in spring. Zhou Bangyan
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. If you want to send colorful stationery, you will know where it is. Yan Shu
29, Chuyang dry night rain leaves, clear water, wind and lotus. Zhou Bangyan
30. Pingwu is everywhere in Chunshan, and pedestrians are even outside. Ouyang Xiu
3 1, swallows don't know what the world is, and ordinary alleys are relative to others, such as ups and downs in the sunset. Zhou Bangyan
32. Flying outside the curtain, the flowers are scattered red. Li Xun
33. That can be seen through the bright moon and the partition wall. Zhang Xian
34, a little arrogant, a thousand miles fast. Su Shi
35, the spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplars, and pedestrians are sloppy. Yan Shu
36. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for? Qin Guan
37, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, red flies over the swing. Ouyang Xiu
38. The spring in Luoyang City is good, and Luoyang talents are always in other places. Peach blossoms spring water, bathing in the water. Wei Zhuang
39. I don't know the personnel changes in the foggy month, but the night in the palace is still shining. Wild pool lotus. Yeah. Under the national subjugation, the dew is clear and the tears are fragrant. Lu
40. Little catkins are blowing on the branches, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. Swing in the outer wall of the road, laity in the wall, beautiful woman laughing in the wall. The laughter faded away, but the passion was ruthlessly annoyed. Su Shi
4 1, last night, the wind and rain suddenly started, and I didn't leave the wine after a deep sleep. Shi asked the man in the detention room, and he said that Haitang was still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, red and fat. Li Qingzhao
42. When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry. 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, and each ship blows away three mountains. Li Qingzhao
43. Running water suddenly appears, and only Yun Fei and Ran Ran will come and go. Qin Guan
44, looking for, cold and clear, miserable. The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence. Li Qingzhao
45. In the East, thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere. In the crowd, I searched for her again and again in vain. When I suddenly turned my head, I found her there, dimly lit. Xin Qiji
46. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a ship is anchored in the depths of Lu Hua. The flute is in the Moon Building. Yu Li
47. Water is the eye, and the mountain is the eyebrow peak. Wangguan
48. There are thousands of plum blossoms, and you are affectionate, learning from the snow and turning with the wind. Yan fengyou
49. I still have a lot of worries and no good dreams. I still cut snuff at midnight. Li Qingzhao
50. Be hesitant and don't worry. Zhou Bangyan's Recent Love
5 1, life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Ouyang Xiu
52. A thousand dollars is hard to buy. If God helps, who is complaining about this situation? Mo junwu Don't you see, Yuhuan Yan Fei is dusty. Xin Qiji
53. Su Yuefen Club, the shadow of Minghe River is clear inside and outside. Zhang Xiaoxiang
54. At three or four o'clock in the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. Yan Shu
55. It has become a sense of chasing here, and new troubles are easy to accumulate, so it is difficult to get together. Liu Yong's bamboo girl
56. I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. He Zhu
57. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much on its mind. Li Qingzhao
58. I want to fall in love with Qiong Yao, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string? Yue Fei
59. March is stormy, closing at dusk, and there is nothing left in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian
In the past 40 years, my motherland has covered 3,000 miles of mountains and rivers. Yu Li
6 1, I plan to get drunk on the crazy map and sing the right wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian
62. I watched Zheng Hongfei fly, and my thoughts went with the running water. Sun guangxian
63. Returning to the boat in the evening, I strayed into the depths of the lotus. Fight for crossing, fight for crossing, and start a beach of sand herons. Li Qingzhao
64. On the moon, the willow shoots head, people about after dusk. Ouyang Xiu
65, the sideburns are pitiful, just for acacia. Yan's "Life Chess Player"
66. Ding Ningjun remembers that immortals must be idle people. Lu You's Dead Hua Lian
67, red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, all love the palace wall willow. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Lu you
68. In the broken sound, the sun sets. Liu Yong
69. Heavy lakes and mountains are beautiful, with Sanqiu cassia seeds and ten-mile lotus flowers. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. Liu Yong
70. I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I envy everyone. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Lu you
7 1, a few money-dusting sounds, and the green window is light in spring sleep. Chen Ke
72. The dusk clouds are extremely pu, and the rain is dark. Sudong
73. The sunset melts the gold and the clouds are blue. Where are people? Li Qingzhao
74, tears, and spiritual path. It is long and dark in the sound of broken rainbows. Liu Yong
75. On the sand, there are moths in the poultry pond, and the clouds break the moon. Zhang Xian
76. The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping Crescent returns. Yan fengyou
77. Just like swimming in the garden in the old days. In Ma Rulong, where cars are like flowing water, flowers and the moon are spring breeze. Yu Li
78. How much free time do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. He Zhu
79. Hua Lin Xie Chunhong was too hasty, but the cold rain came late and the wind came late. Yu Li
80. Wei Yun is painted on the mountain, but grass sticks to the sky, and the corner is painted to break the door. Qin Guan
8 1, the third lane in the flute, the plum blossoms are broken, and the spring is a little bit. Li Qingzhao
82. In the bright moon, tall buildings rest themselves. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. Fan Zhongyan's Su curtain
83. The drizzle dreams that the chicken is far away, and the small building blows through the cold. Gine Lee
84. Flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. Qin Guan
85. Get carried away and forget your name. Who didn't count Liu Ling at the beginning of the second house? He Zhu
86. The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, born early, is like a dream on earth, with statues still on the moon. Su Shi
87. If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, singing can't hurt your heart. Yan's Ruan Langgui
88. When people mistake Yan Guang for Yan Guang, I am naturally an unknown fisherman. Lu you
89. The sunset is on the roof, and there are wanderers in the south of the Yangtze River in the broken sound. I saw Wu Gou, and I filmed it all, but no one would attend. Xin Qiji
90, the frost is tight, the river is cold, and the sunset is a building. Liu Yong
9 1, at dusk, it rains and pears close. Jong Won Lee
92. There is nothing to say when going to the West Building, and the moon is like a hook. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. Yu Li
93, ten years of life and death, disapproving, unforgettable. Su Shi
94. The deep courtyard is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the flowers are fragrant. Wei Zhuang
95. The pale dog in white has turned into a cloud, and its fame and fortune have accumulated through the ages. Zhang
96, blue sky, yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. Fan Zhongan
97, near night mirror, hurt the scene, the past is empty. Fairy in Zhang Xian
98. I can't bear to climb to the top of the mountain to see my hometown. Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou
99, a lifetime, at this time, who will rely on the meaning of the column! Wang Yucheng's Red Lip
100, don't idle the fishing rod, think about it. Pan Lang's Jiuquanzi