Don? Li shangyin
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
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You say meeting is empty talk, and then you disappear; When I woke up, I heard the bright moonlight upstairs and the bell rang in the morning. Don't cry for the injury in your dream, both are hard to say; After waking up, the ink was not strong and I wrote a letter. The candle half shines on the bedding of Jinyu, hazy; Musk smoked through the hibiscus-like gauze curtain, soft and gentle. At that time, Liu Lang had long held a grudge against the distant Pengshan. Where you go, it's thousands of miles away than Pengshan!
Second, untitled (second)
Don? Li shangyin
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
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Whispering east wind brought drizzle, and light thunder sounded inside and outside the lotus pond. A wisp of fragrance wafts from the golden toad stove, and you can drink water by turning the jade tiger pulley. Jia glimpsed Han Shouzhi's beautiful youth through the curtain and presented a jade pillow to praise Cao Zhi's literary talent. The seeds of love don't bloom in spring, but the love will only turn into dust.
Third, untitled (third)
Don? Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and when the wax torch turns to ash, the tears will dry.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan No.7. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
It's rare to have a chance to meet each other, but I can't bear to part with each other. In addition, the weather in late spring, the east wind is coming, which makes people even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, candles burn to ashes, and tear-like wax oil can drip dry. Women who dress up in front of the mirror in the morning are only worried that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.
Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no way to pass, just beyond my power. I hope there will be a messenger like a bluebird to visit my lover and diligently deliver the message for me.
Fourth, untitled (fourth)
Don? Li shangyin
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves? Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
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With the rapid flute sound, where did the clear guzheng sound come from? In the deep lane where cherry blossoms are in full bloom, on the bank where weeping willows gently blow. In the east, there is a girl from a poor family who is too old to marry. Facing this beautiful day, the second half of spring.
Princess Liyang is just fourteen years old. On this sunny and warm day, she is having fun with her family in the garden wall. When the poor girl came home, she couldn't sleep all night. Only the swallow on the beam heard her sigh.
Extended information 1. works appreciation
Li Shangyin's Untitled takes seven laws as the main form. This kind of untitled songs are mainly characterized by lyrical and graceful songs and implicit artistic conception, and most of them use the expression of lyric hero's inner monologue, and rarely describe events, characters and objective life scenes. These seven ancient poems are untitled, but they are not lyrical or psychological.
With the expression of the third person, a life scene is described with characters and events, and the will of poetry is expressed through the life scene. The language is plain and unpretentious, which is different from the colorful symbolic language of the seven laws without titles.
Two. Brief introduction of the author
Li Shangyin, a famous poet. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. He is one of the most outstanding poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, it is called "Xiao", and together with Wen, it is called "Wen Li". Because his poems and essays are similar to the paragraphs and essays of the same period, all three of them rank sixteenth in the family, so they are called "Thirty-six Style".
His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are touching, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. However, some poems are too obscure to be solved, and there is even a saying that "poets always love Quincy and hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng". Caught in the struggle between Niu and Li, I was frustrated all my life. After his death, he was buried in his hometown of Qinyang (now the junction of Qinyang and Aibo County).