When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
mulberry leaf harvest
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
Qinyuanchun
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Young mermaid
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
Wet blue-mourning
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly I became suspicious of you. The wind of lacquer lamps was so strong that I frantically counted the stars in spring.
Three Mourning Poems (Ⅰ)-Pan Yue
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.
I'm ready to serve, and I'll go back to my original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze came and the morning light slipped away from the eaves.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
Yuan Zhen's Mourning
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
-"First"
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
-"Second"
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? !
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
What hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? Neither you nor I believe in meeting after death!
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow. The third poem-one of the three mourning poems of Pan Yue in Wei and Jin Dynasties: If birds live in Hanlin, they can live together once. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The fourth-Shen Yue's Mourning Poem in Southern Dynasties: Everything is exhausted, only the survivors are hurt!
dirge
—— Southern Dynasties in Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.
Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.
Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.
The screen banquet is empty, and the curtain seats are more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, hurting survivors!
Author:
Shen Yue (44 1 -5 13) was a writer of the Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties. The word Xiuwen was born in Wu Kang, Xing Wu (now Wu Kang Town, Deqing, Zhejiang). He was an official of the Song Dynasty and the State of Qi, and later helped Liang Wudi ascend to the throne. He is an official and servant, and he was appointed as the Hou of Jianchang County. Politically, he advocated strictly distinguishing between gentry and civilians and maintaining the feudal gate system. The poetic style is flashy and deliberately carved. Together with Xie Tiao and Wang Rong, they all pay attention to temperament, and the title is "Yongming Style". The theory of "four tones and eight diseases" has made many provisions on poetry creation in terms of rhythm, which has certain influence on the transformation of five-character ancient poetry into rhythmic poetry. According to He Chengtian, Xu Kui and other old versions of The History of Song Dynasty, it was slightly beneficial and was written into The Book of Song Dynasty. He is the author of Four Tones of Self-Thinking, the Fourth.
-Yuan
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Spectrum, Miracle and Shen Yue Collection have all been lost. In the Ming Dynasty, The Postscript of Shen Yin was compiled.
-"The Third"
Quail day
-He Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty
This is more important than a wide door. What is the difference?
Wutong was half dead. After first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner.
The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Two Poems by Shen Yuan
-Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the old willow in Shenyuan does not fly;
This trip is a tribute to Shan Ye, but it is still a matter of suspense.
On the city, the sunset draws a corner, and there is no revival pool platform in Shen Yuan;
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which is suspected to be a stunning photo.
Yingtixu Spring Festival Evening
-Wu Wenying Southern Song Dynasty
Canhan deceives sick wine and covers agarwood embroidery households.
Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if to say that spring came late.
Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree.
Thinking of love, drifting with the wind, turned into a faint floccule.
Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy.
Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret.
Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden.
When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset.
You Lan is old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still sending tourists.
If you don't visit later, the Sixth Bridge won't believe you. If you go to the Flower Committee, bury jade and burn incense. How many storms?
Long wave envy, mountain shame, fishing lights reflecting the river.
Remember that time, the short peach root crossing.
Brothel seems to be a poem on the verge of defeat, with tears bleak and dusty.
Looking at the dangerous pavilion, grass is all over the world, and sighing temples invade half bamboo.
Dark spot check, happy saliva from the mark, but still dyed; Fool the phoenix, break Luan unintentional dance.
Diligent to write, books full of hate, blue clouds and heavy geese, falling in love, bouncing into the column of mourning for Zheng.
Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is it broken?