Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: "Only the grace of heaven cannot be hidden"
"As long as she turns her head and smiles, a hundred spells will be cast, and the powder and paint in the sixth house will go up in smoke."
"Warm and smooth her creamy skin."
On a spring night, the warm hibiscus curtain covers her fluttering bun, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her crown.
"But the petals are like her face and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows."
Tang Yin, face peach blossom, cut plum blossom, moss and green branches. Du Yusheng, Du Yusheng is sad! Make love for a long time and then separate, Cai Feng flies alone and Cai Feng lives alone.
When is the lovesickness after parting? It's hard to know in the future? Will it be difficult in the future? Why do you have this feeling of lovesickness? A love story, a love poem.
Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, leaving youth alone! Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Worried about gathering eyebrows to the end of the day, crying thousands, crying thousands; Xiao saw the sky and clouds at dusk and thought of you! Sitting quietly, thinking of you.
Tang Yin jealous flower song Last night, it began to rain, and several flowers were light and delicate;
Beautiful women leave the blue room at dawn, fold in half in front of the mirror, and wear a red skirt.
Ask Lang: "Is it good to spend a lot of money?" Lang said. "It is better to spend a lot of money."
Beautiful women are angry at words and don't believe that dead flowers are better than living people;
Before you crush the flowers and throw them at Lang, please ask Lang to sleep with them tonight.
(Comment by Yuan Zhonglang) I can actually draw Tang Yin's chrysanthemum. The yellow flower has no owner, and the winding path is cold;
Just take money to buy powder, and pay the west wind with color all your life. A poem by Tang Yin.
Today's spring is worse than yesterday's spring, and the north has become the south.
I would like to ask the shepherd boy to set up wine and try plums, kind man.
Six, such as sending a concubine to Qiantang, eight fights only meet the water god;
How many good flowers have fallen, and I haven't met a flower viewer. The second is.
Spring is full of sorrow and illness, and flowers are affected by wind and rain;
The old white on the temple is added with the new white, and the dark red at the bottom of the tree becomes light red.
The missing guest has been sealed with incense, and the purse is empty for glass;
All along, on the east coast of carpe diem, grass ponds have lived in chaos. The third is.
Spring comes and goes in a hurry, dazzling and prosperous;
The apricot shirt is warm at the beginning, and the pear blossoms in the deep courtyard are windy.
Sitting on the lamp all night, thinking about wine is reddish;
If Dong Jun asks fish and geese, his mood is in the rain. Fourth.
Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year;
Since March is coming, why should people hate even winds?
On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully;
Pick it up and take it to Baluofangpari, with a pair of mandarin ducks in the middle.
Li Qingzhao had a dream, and it suddenly rained last night.
Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man,
However, Haitang remains the same.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
It should be a good thing for Li Qingzhao to be green, fat, red and thin.
There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.
I always remember that after the flowering of begonia,
It's spring. The wine column sings jade and respects heaven,
The blue cylinder is black and bright.
Dreams are unbearable,
More crow () (left "affirmation" right half, right "bird").
Li Qingzhao, in the snow every year,
Often drunk plum blossoms,
It's no good moving all the plum blossoms,
Win tears in your clothes! This year, the ends of the earth,
Flowers grow on the temples.
Look at the night breeze,
So plum blossoms should be ugly.
Li Qingzhao's Lin Jiang Xian Mei Yuan is very deep.
Cloud Window Fog Pavilion Spring Festival Evening,
Who are you haggard and spoiled for?
It's good to dream at night,
I think it's the southern branch. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate,
South building Qiang tube is not allowed to blow.
Who knows when the fragrance blows away,
The warm wind came late,
Don't eat apricot blossom fat.
Forty-seven, Tasha trip
The image of a beautiful woman
Send away loneliness,
Welcome to prosperity.
For who? For who?
Full of acacia tears,
Blossoming accompanied me to drift to zero. Send away the cold night,
Welcome the dawn.
The city is filled with flowers.
All lines are love,
Branches, branches and leaves are always related to love.
The jade belt hangs in the forest and is buried in the snow. Baochai)
Baoyu still doesn't understand. When he asked, he knew he wouldn't tell, but he would stay. When he looked back again, he saw a bow with citron hanging on it. There is also a song that says: In the past 20 years, distinguish right from wrong, pomegranate flowers shine on the palace. Three springs compete for the early spring scenery, and tigers meet and dream back. (Yuan Yuan
There are two people flying kites in the back, a sea and a big boat, in which a woman hides her face and cries. There are also four sentences that say, "I am smart and ambitious, born in the last days, and my luck is biased."
A few wisps of flying clouds are painted behind, and a bay is lost. Read between the lines: What is wealth? Parents are disobedient in infancy. My eyes are crooked, and the Xiangjiang River is lost in Chu Yunfei. (Xiangyun)
There is a beautiful jade in the back, which falls in the mud. Its conclusion is that if you want to be clean, the clouds may not be empty. Poor jade will sink into the mud eventually. (Miao Yu)
I suddenly saw a picture of a wolf chasing a beautiful woman and wanted to vomit. Its book says: I am a Zhongshan wolf, and I will be crazy if I succeed. Mrs. Kim is full of flowers and willows. I'm going to Huang Liang for a while. (Spring Festival)
Behind it is an ancient temple, in which a beautiful woman sits alone, reading scriptures. In the third spring, it will not last long, and the clothes will be replaced with the makeup of the previous year. The poor embroidered mother was lying alone beside the ancient Buddha in Deng Qing. (Xi Chun)
Behind it is an iceberg with a female phoenix on it. Judging from the last days, all birds know that they love their talents in this life. They obey two orders, three people are stupid, and crying to Jinling is even more sad. (Wang Xifeng)
Behind it is an abandoned shop and a beautiful woman is spinning. The verdict says: If you are defeated, your family will be difficult to talk about. Occasionally, I will meet a benefactor for helping Liu. (Qiao Jie)
There is a pot of Maolan in the back, next to a beautiful woman wearing a rockhopper and a summer dress. There is also a saying that when peaches and plums bear fruit in the spring breeze, who will be like the last pot of orchids? If Bingshui is so jealous, it is a joke with others. (Li Wan)
Cao Zhi: "If you don't speak, you will feel like a orchid."
Skin is like jelly, which can be broken by blowing, smooth as silk and flexible as reed!
Wei Zhuang: "Think about what jade looks like; A plum blossom is frozen in the Chun Xue. "
People are like the bright moon, and their wrists are frozen with frost and snow.
Zhang Xian
Double butterfly embroidered skirt. Dongchi banquet, first meeting. The vermilion powder is not deep and uneven, and the idle flowers are faint and fragrant. Look at all the good places carefully. People are very humane and have a thin waist. Yesterday, the mountain was in a daze, and when I came, my clothes were covered with clouds. Qiao Ji
Yingying Spring, Flower Liu Zhen. Everything is charming, delicate and makes people stop. Yan Dao Ji
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip.
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Your little father saw Yu Di before, and the silver lamp was so enchanting that he never dreamed that the balcony behind him was locked.
The curtain of drunkenness hung low.
When hatred came last spring,
I stood alone in the fallen flowers.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight.
Two-centered word Luo Yi
Acacia on pipa strings
At that time, the moon was there
I once returned the cloud to Li Yu.
Clouds creak, jade turns, and the shirt is thin. This snail is very light. There are many autumn winds, the sound of rain is harmonious, and there are three bananas outside the curtain. The night is long and helpless! The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. Newly embroidered rollo, both golden partridges.
Fang suddenly walked out of the greenhouse from Liu Wu. But when you walk, you will be surprised by birds, and you will be in the cloister. The fairy first floated and smelled musk orchid; Lotus clothes are moving, listening to the clang. Laugh at spring peaches, clouds pile up; Cherry blossoms bloom on the lips, and pomegranate teeth are fragrant. Fine waist, wind dancing back to snow; The pearl is bright, the duck is green and the goose is yellow. People in the flowers, angry and happy, just right; Wandering in the pool, if flying, if rising. The moth's eyebrows are eager, and she will have nothing to say; The lotus step will move at first, but you can still stop if you want. Envy the beauty's good quality, pure and smooth; I admire beautiful clothes and shiny things. Those who love beauty, fragrant jade seal; Compared with the attitude of beauty, Fengxiang is a phoenix. What is it, Chun Mei bursts with snowflakes; How clean Qiu Hui is, but it is covered with frost. How quiet, pine and cypress are empty; How beautiful, Xia Ying Cheng Tang. What is the text? The dragon swims in the winding swamp. What is its god? The moon shot at the icy river. Far from being ashamed of learning Chinese characters, I am almost ashamed of Wang Qiang. Where were you born? From where? If the banquet is not returned, Yaochi is the best; It must be led to the flute, and the purple house is unparalleled.
On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an. Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure. Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring. The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows. I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone. But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? . A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone. Suddenly I saw the willow color on the stranger's head and regretted teaching my husband to find the seal! It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta. The moonlight shone from the palace to the palace tree, and only the nest in the nest was seen in front of me. By the light of the lamp, I plucked the Hosta and carried the flame of the lamp to rescue the flame moth. The sun shines obliquely on the platform, and the mangroves bloom. Last night, the emperor gave me a new gift, and Tae-jung came into the curtain with a smile. Mrs. Zhiguo accepted the favor of the Lord and rode into the palace gate of Pingming. But I don't think the color is dirty, and it is supreme to sweep the eyebrows. A small fan flies to the firefly. . . .
Have a graceful demeanour curled up more than thirteen times, and cardamom was the first in early February. . . At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics. The beauty of beauty and red peony complement each other, and beauty and long flowers are king. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward.