Copy of
-Land Tour-
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years. No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo! Mo! Mo!
Copy of
-Tang Wan-
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide. Hide. Hide.
Yan's Lin Jiang Xian Zi
Meet in front of the grass-fighting steps and meet upstairs.
The girls are playing games in the competition.
I saw you on the grass in front of the rank, like other girls, your clothes were covered with dew, and your hair was swaying in the breeze. I was deeply impressed by that lively and beautiful mood.
Water follows the spring, who walks with the cloud clock?
I often hate Jin Pingkong when I am sober.
Unexpectedly, at the end of the year, Iraqis are like dark clouds, and they don't know where to go.
In fact, many of Yan's poems have this meaning. You can check it.
Jinse (Don Li Shangyin)
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each one has a flower-like string. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart cried in the cuckoo.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. A moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously.
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin)
You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. I cry for you and leave forever. I can't wake up yet.
I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found that the ink was too light blue to burn your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern embroidered with hibiscus musk.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin)
I met her a long time ago, but since we parted, the time has been longer. The east wind has started, the flowers have withered, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she sees her hair clouds changing in the mirror, but she dares to sing her evening song in the cold moonlight. Pengshan, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Li Shangyin's poems are basically about love!
Yinghuan (Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty)
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Langtaosha Order (Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty)
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Wu Yeti (Southern Tang Li Yu)
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Li Yu is a wounded poet!
Chemei (Song Qingzhao)
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Li Qingzhao's later poems have a sad taste!