"Guan Ju" Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums. "Shangxie" Shangxie, I want to know you, and live a long life without any end. The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, and the winter thunder shakes. Summer rain and snow, heaven and earth are harmonious, so I dare to be with you. "The Peacock Flies Southeast" (Excerpt) The peacock flies southeast, lingering for five miles. Thirteen can weave textiles, fourteen learn tailoring, fifteen play the konghou, sixteen recite poems and books, seventeen become a gentleman, with sorrow and sorrow in his heart. Since you are a government official, you will never waver in your integrity. "The Peacock Flies Southeast" (Excerpt) The two families requested to be buried together, and they were buried next to the Nanshan Mountain. Pines and cypresses were planted to the east and west, and sycamores were planted to the left and right. , up to five shifts every night. Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems" The willows are green and the river is level. I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun is in the east and the rain is in the west. The road is ruthless but affectionate. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Su Dongpo The flowers are faded, red and green, and the apricots are small. When the swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willow cotton blowing on the branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world. There are swings in the wall and roads outside the wall. Walking outside the wall is the beauty inside the wall. Laugh, the laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, but the passionate one is annoyed by the ruthlessness. Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" The bright moon rises over the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep. Li Shangyin's "Untitled" It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. Li Shangyin's "Untitled" Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" The clouds are clever, the flying stars are spreading hatred, the silver and the Han are far away in darkness, the golden wind, rain and dew meet, they win countless lives in the world, tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, what if the love lasts for a long time? In the morning and evening? Yuan Haowen asked what love is in the world, and it makes people agree in life and death. Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" Red hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is still there, people are thin and empty, and the tears are stained red and silky. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo. Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" The world is thin, human nature is evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes at dusk. At dawn, the wind has dried, and the traces of tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts, and I talk alone across the fence. Difficult, difficult, difficult. People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and make up for joy. Hide, hide, hide. Yuan Zhen Once the sea was full of water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. Su Dongpo's "Jiangchengzi" Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" Searching and searching, cold and clear, miserable and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? When the wild geese pass by, the saddest thing is an old acquaintance. The ground is full of yellow flowers, they are haggard and worn out. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"? Those who want to achieve great things and learn from the ancient world must experience three realms: "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone to see the road to the end of the world." "The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of the beauty." "I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly I looked back and found that person in the dim light." I also summarized the three types of love. Bold and direct love: Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums. The wind and rain are miserable, the rooster crows and crows, and I see a gentleman. Yunhu Buyi? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows. Now that I've seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? Zijin Qingqing Zijin is in my heart. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir? Qingqingzi wears it, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? Picking and reaching, in the city gate. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months. Red beans grow in the southern country. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing. The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels far away in secret. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night? We are so in love, we pinch a piece of mud, one for you and one for me. I suddenly feel happy, break it into water, put it in the water again, mix it again, refine it, blend it, and knead it again. You molded me again, and during that period, I had you in my body, and you also had me in my body... Wait~~ There are too many to count. The meaning of love expressed in these poems is so bold, and the heart is so open. Implicit love: The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but where is the spring river without the moonlight? The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes. Frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when the clothes are smashed and brushed on the anvil. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and jump into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless. I wonder how many people will return by the moon? Falling flowers are shaking the trees in the river. Light up your lips. Stop playing on the swing. Get up and straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniff the green plum blossoms. Abandoned hatred is like grass in spring. The farther you go, the more you will live. The night moon is a curtain of dreams, the spring breeze is ten miles tender. The willows are green and the river is green. I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. It is said that it is raining in the east and it is raining in the west. It is said that there is no sunshine and there is still sunshine. Sad love: A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrance of red lotus roots and the lingering jade in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. The courtyard of Linjiang Fairyland is much deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build Kangcheng. There are so many things about feeling the moon and singing in the wind. Now I am old and have no achievements. I feel haggard and even more insignificant. There is no point in trying the lamp and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow. Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears until dawn. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. I can't sleep well. After the wind and rain on the screen window at dusk, I can't forget the new sorrows and the old sorrows. I can't swallow the jade grains, my throat is full of golden waves, I can't see how thin I look in the rhombus mirror. The brows that cannot be opened are even more leaky due to the unknown. Ah, just like the invisible green mountains, the green water flowing continuously.