Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)
I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.
However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan.
Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! .
A thousand years ago,
The tears you shed,
Mu Zhi let out a long sigh. ( 1)
A thousand years later,
Your figure,
But it has become a beauty waiting for the gardener.
A thousand years ago,
You are silent,
Waiting for a beautiful night. (2)
A thousand years later,
You're still lonely,
Burning a short life. (3)
A long time ago,
Sweet praise turned into sour pity.
In fact,
Please don't think too highly of me,
You don't have to give me pity.
Because,
This is my life!
note:
(1) Two Farewells
One of Du Mu's four unique skills, Du Mu, was named Mu Zhi.
Affectionate, but always ruthless, can't laugh until the mood gets better.
Candles have the heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
(2) White Candle Poetry (as a gift for her husband)
Year: Tang Author: Style: Category:
Jingsheng is fragrant with silver, and a piece of white jade is cold.
He was forbidden to appear in Night of Spring Breeze, and he read it carefully.
(3) tarkovsky also has a poem about candles.
-"Little yellow flames are flashing,
Candle oil flows,
The candles are getting shorter and shorter.
So is my life with you.
-Burning is the soul,
What melts is the body. "
lugou bridge
Grandpa talked about the past,
Sixty years, remember.
Wedding night,
The bride sent Lang to resist Japan.
Live up to expectations!
Live up to expectations!
Take back every inch of land.
Cut off the candles at the west window
Every word is sad,
Tears are everywhere in the pen.
Every sentence is fascinating,
His face is full of sadness.
I didn't say a word,
The west wind is tight outside the window.
Is tolerable,
Can't stand it?
Sigh the world of mortals rolling.
"White Candle" poem (dedicated to her husband) Sun Shi
Jingsheng is fragrant with silver, and a piece of white jade is cold.
He was forbidden to appear in Night of Spring Breeze, and he read it carefully.
Nagato candle Wang Jian
The candle is dim in front of the bed in autumn night, and the copper pot drips late at dawn.
The residual light is still blowing, when the children's palace is awake.
Farewell to Du Mu
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Bai Juyi's night
Half drunk, wandering around the east bank of the lake, whipping the stirrup.
There are tens of thousands of pines in the green hills, and miles of sand banks in the bright moon.
The corner of the building gradually moved into the shadow of the road, and the tide was about to cross the river.
I didn't go on strike when I came back. I drew a halberd door and opened a candle red.
Bai Juyi was rewarded by Li Langzhong on a snowy night.
It's a pity that the goose feather snows heavily tonight, which makes a crane feel high.
The red candle is as bright as day, and the green carpet is as warm as spring.
Very full of golden liquid, more than a foot high white jade dust in the atrium.
In this regard, if you want to stay in the king, you can stay, and you can have a blind date.
Cold food (once cooked, it happens every day) Han Yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Huaqing Palace Qing Lao Wang Jian
The dust is rushing to the side, and thousands of officials send six dragons back at night.
In front of the car, the moon shines in tears, and the horse blows candle ash.
The princess's dressing room is locked with gold, and Tang Dianfei Yu Lian opens it.
Sometimes when I hear music outside the cloud, I know that the first emperor is taking a bath.
Mudan Li shangyin
The brocade coat first rolled Mrs. Wei, and the embroidery was piled up over the king of Hubei.
He put down his hand to carve Yu Pei and danced his waist to jump the Yujin skirt.
Have you ever cut out fashionable candles and smoked incense burners?
I am a colored pen in my dream, and I want to send a book to the cloud.
Four Poems of Yantai Dongli Shangyin
Sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the female phoenix flies alone, and the female dragon is few.
Qingxi Baishi is not opposite, and the hall is far away.
The frozen wall is covered with frost, the fragrant roots are broken, and the heart is dead.
The waves beat the toad, and the moon moths may not be beautiful.
Chu Guan is full of worries, and the empty city dances with his waist.
At that time, Huan was performing in the palm of his hand, and his peach root was a twin sister.
Broken short and cold, white jade swallow, golden cicada singing.
When the windmill rains, the horse won't support it, and the candle cries red and complains.
Wen gave Xue Neng the return to the East as a gift.
The book in the bag was written in the mountains, and the poor people by the sea begged for food.
On the first night of his son Mochow's boarding, the ancients only liked to wander around.
The boat was scattered on the Jiangting, between the county banquet candles.
From then on, the movement stopped fighting, and the Han soldiers were neither arrayed nor barbaric.
Send Li's textbook to Jia Dao, Kyrgyzstan.
This is great luck, and good times can move.
A Night Different from Cows and Girls is the Order of the Phoenix.
In the spring breeze, in front of candles.
Poems and songs, husbands and philosophers have a good wife.
Sit at night and send a message to a friend.
Nine lights and empty windows, hoping to escape boredom and dislike different things.
Meng Xiao didn't leave Golden Knee, so early cold went to Shiping first.
It's a pity that it's Sanqiu now, and the candle is still one inch red.
You should roll up the curtains and look at the white teeth and the phoenix tree in the mirror.
Yan Shu, champion
Flat peaches ripen easily at sea, and the moon on the earth is long and round. Only when breaking up and parting, it is often difficult to meet each other when leaving. This situation needs to be asked. Candles shed tears until dawn, and lampblack produces smoke every day. A little sad and sad, it is said that Qin Zheng has a string. He was a detailed biography.
Nanxiangzi Su Shi
Where to lean. A tall building with a string tube is a full moon. Wan Li, Hu Die's dream home, still exists. When you get old, you will be strong and forgive yourself. Mirror borrows beauty. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams. Candles are half-caged gold and jade, and they have more apertures. Embroidery was burned and slept alone.
Like a dream, He Zhu.
It's hard to say goodbye when you meet. What is the limit of Qin Yu Thought? The eyebrows are only for sorrow, and the word Yuanyang is ashamed. Gaunt. Gaunt. Candles are tied into red tears.
References:
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Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Respondent: the first frosty month-probation level 1 9-8 20:29
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
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Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Interviewee: Dangdang Assistant Level 2 9-8 20:32
1. When * * * is cutting candles at the west window, * * * is talking about the late rain.
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Responder: Qiushui Yiren 2000- Magician Level 5 9-8 20:47
A thousand years ago,
The tears you shed,
Mu Zhi let out a long sigh. ( 1)
A thousand years later,
Your figure,
But it has become a beauty waiting for the gardener.
A thousand years ago,
You are silent,
Waiting for a beautiful night. (2)
A thousand years later,
You're still lonely,
Burning a short life. (3)
A long time ago,
Sweet praise turned into sour pity.
In fact,
Please don't think too highly of me,
You don't have to give me pity.
Because,
This is my life!
note:
(1) Two Farewells
One of Du Mu's four unique skills, Du Mu, was named Mu Zhi.
Affectionate, but always ruthless, can't laugh until the mood gets better.
Candles have the heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
(2) White Candle Poetry (as a gift for her husband)
Year: Tang Author: Style: Category:
Jingsheng is fragrant with silver, and a piece of white jade is cold.
He was forbidden to appear in Night of Spring Breeze, and he read it carefully.
(3) tarkovsky also has a poem about candles.
-"Little yellow flames are flashing,
Candle oil flows,
The candles are getting shorter and shorter.
So is my life with you.
-combustion is the soul,
What melts is the body. "
Respondent: bufeiyan 123- assistant level 3 9-8 20:5 1
lugou bridge
Grandpa talked about the past,
Sixty years, remember.
Wedding night,
The bride sent Lang to resist Japan.
Live up to expectations!
Live up to expectations!
Take back every inch of land.
Cut off the candles at the west window
Every word is sad,
Tears are everywhere in the pen.
Every sentence is fascinating,
His face is full of sadness.
I didn't say a word,
The west wind is tight outside the window.
Is tolerable,
Can't stand it?
Sigh the world of mortals rolling.
References:
& lt Three Hundred Poems by White.
Respondent: sc 300s- director level 9 9 10: 09.
Because of the dream, the candle is from the public, and Bai Juyi is from the public.
At the beginning of the beam, the sunshine was similar, and the water was not as bright as Xinlianming.
However, I sent two gentlemen to collect them, and I will double the introduction of Chinese books next year.
[Note: When the Prime Minister entered the DPRK, he held two candles, one for other officials. ]
Candle Ye Luo
The warm red flame burns for a while, and the end of the month begins.
I hate blue hall's night farewell, like tears.
Candle Zheng drum
The fairy leaked the chapter, and the palace curtain was still clear.
Jin Wei made a new imperial edict, painting the pavilion Chunhong and trying on makeup.
What do you hate about teardrop cups and plates? Musk deer is black and fragrant.
Family ties are more distinct, shining under the dust of singing.
"White Candle" poem (dedicated to her husband) Sun Shi
Jingsheng is fragrant with silver, and a piece of white jade is cold.
He was forbidden to appear in Night of Spring Breeze, and he read it carefully.
Nagato candle Wang Jian
The candle is dim in front of the bed in autumn night, and the copper pot drips late at dawn.
The residual light is still blowing, when the children's palace is awake.
Farewell to Du Mu
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Bai Juyi's night
Half drunk, wandering around the east bank of the lake, whipping the stirrup.
There are tens of thousands of pines in the green hills, and miles of sand banks in the bright moon.
The corner of the building gradually moved into the shadow of the road, and the tide was about to cross the river.
I didn't go on strike when I came back. I drew a halberd door and opened a candle red.
Bai Juyi was rewarded by Li Langzhong on a snowy night.
It's a pity that the goose feather snows heavily tonight, which makes a crane feel high.
The red candle is as bright as day, and the green carpet is as warm as spring.
Very full of golden liquid, more than a foot high white jade dust in the atrium.
In this regard, if you want to stay in the king, you can stay, and you can have a blind date.
Cold food (once cooked, it happens every day) Han Yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Huaqing Palace Qing Lao Wang Jian
The dust is rushing to the side, and thousands of officials send six dragons back at night.
In front of the car, the moon shines in tears, and the horse blows candle ash.
The princess's dressing room is locked with gold, and Tang Dianfei Yu Lian opens it.
Sometimes when I hear music outside the cloud, I know that the first emperor is taking a bath.
Mudan Li shangyin
The brocade coat first rolled Mrs. Wei, and the embroidery was piled up over the king of Hubei.
He put down his hand to carve Yu Pei and danced his waist to jump the Yujin skirt.
Have you ever cut out fashionable candles and smoked incense burners?
I am a colored pen in my dream, and I want to send a book to the cloud.
Four Poems of Yantai Dongli Shangyin
Sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the female phoenix flies alone, and the female dragon is few.
Qingxi Baishi is not opposite, and the hall is far away.
The frozen wall is covered with frost, the fragrant roots are broken, and the heart is dead.
The waves beat the toad, and the moon moths may not be beautiful.
Chu Guan is full of worries, and the empty city dances with his waist.
At that time, Huan was performing in the palm of his hand, and his peach root was a twin sister.
Broken short and cold, white jade swallow, golden cicada singing.
When the windmill rains, the horse won't support it, and the candle cries red and complains.
Wen gave Xue Neng the return to the East as a gift.
The book in the bag was written in the mountains, and the poor people by the sea begged for food.
On the first night of his son Mochow's boarding, the ancients only liked to wander around.
The boat is scattered in the river pavilion and the county banquet candle room.