1. In the desolate scene, there is your most beautiful shadow, your splendor points to the quicksand, and you grow old for a period of time.
2. Facing the moon, shed tears and cry sadly. The poor person who died may not know that this life is really painful and sad, and there will be no end. Calculated, they are not as good as plants, trees and stones. They are ignorant and innocent, but their hearts are clean.
3. Tears fall gently and melt away bit by bit. Looking from a distance, there is a hint of heartache. Flowers fall and flowers bloom endlessly. The best is like water flowing by itself. The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the many thoughts are difficult to deal with. It's hard to let go of love, hard to stay in heart, flowers facing the moonlight night turn into sand between fingers in a blink of an eye. At that moment, time was gone and nowhere to be found. At that moment, Lone Ying's clothes were wet with tears.
4. For you, the jade trees stand in the wind, and my eyes are full of tenderness and love. I am not afraid even if I die.
5. I let the kite shine in the clear sky, and the kite looked toward the clouds and wanted to break the rope.
6. Youth is passing by, and it is easy to change in the passing years. Jiangnan left her speechless. At that time, she was promised cinnabar, but after they left, she was married to him.
7. It turns out that we have said our oaths to each other many times, but it seems like this has just passed away!
8. Things in the world have no appearance, so why do people have to be persistent? It's better to go back and be an idle person, with a harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds. If I get what I'm after, I'm lucky, but if I don't, it's my life.
9. Dance with a shallow cup and be drunk by the breeze, the dawn clouds are waning and the moon is falling in the blue sky. The fluffy eyes looked blurryly, and there was a little red in the green bushes. Last night, there were golden bottles of wine, and the chatter and laughter of the Confucian scholars; at dawn, hungover, lying on the bank of the lake with a piano and a flute, regardless of the cool wind; when I woke up this morning, I could see a vaguely beautiful woman dancing, in red clothes, dancing quietly, soaring, walking on the clouds, There is laughter in the lotus, and it is like dreaming but not waking up.
10. The long street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light and look back. The sky and the flying snow once had a one-night stand!
11. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a word like love from a lover. Perhaps only if you don’t understand: it will not hurt.
12. How lucky I am to be supported by you, how unfortunate I am to be abandoned by you.
13. You once rode a horse in white clothes and walked through the poplars at a hundred paces. You also used to lean drunk in a brothel and be romantic and suave. I drank wine and smiled kindly. There were so many slanted bridges and painted boats in the small towns in the south of the Yangtze River. Whose eyebrows and eyes faded into Suzhou and Hangzhou? It didn’t matter. It was an empty sigh. You once only envied the mandarin ducks for your promise. You also listened to the rain late at night. Guests sent to a foreign country. I wonder if there is anything in the world. How many idle worries and thoughts, in the end are nothing but the impermanence of life and death. A piece of red paper is written with all the wind and moonlight. A sound of the flute blows away the past. Let's take advantage of the good time to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Why should I be melancholy to the moon, bells and drums for a long time? It's a big dream. field.
14. Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening are always the wish of the dreamer. If you cannot eliminate the wind and rain in the world, you can only watch a beautiful flower fall and die, and the beauty of the bones will remain fragrant. It is too painful to see each other between life and death, and as a spectator, I cannot afford this disappointment.
15. A lotus petal lives a simple and elegant life. The lotus remains in the rain, and it is desolate and graceful. In the first life, I am Honglian and you are koi. Fish play among the lotus leaves, no worries about wind and rain. A pine and cypress is indifferent all its life, with a straight body and aspirations towards the sky. In the second life, you are the pines and cypresses, and I am the boulder. Taking root in the cracks of rocks, scattered and entangled. The fallen flowers are a bit desolate, the leaves are green and the branches are lingering. In the third life, I am the falling flower and you are the green bud. Between the same root and branches, they are separated in a few days. A wisp of breeze, a hint of coolness, the four seasons are sentimental, and everything is swaying. In the fourth life, you are the breeze and I am the dust. Idle time lingers around me, momentarily stopping and saying goodbye. A mist and misty rain, a startling rainbow appeared, and the worry was blurred. In the fifth life, I am the mist and you are the mist. Fei wanders in the mountains, hoping for clouds and rain. A touch of night, a waning moon, the waxing and waning of clouds and sunshine, joys and sorrows. In the sixth life, you are the dark night and I am the waning moon. Soft light illuminates the heart, accompanied by stars.
16. When the dust has settled and all the dust has been washed away, who has laid down his hands and poured out the world for her? Who can embrace a beautiful woman and travel with her to the end of the world?
17. Don't dare to calculate the hexagrams. I'm afraid of the impermanence of heaven. I don't dare to be deeply afraid of a big dream. Xun Yeyu's "Sunny Night"
18. Three thousand masks of floating life. One, who fucks me and Changge.
19. Who can promise me that Buddha will never abandon me during the flowering period and never leave me until I return? Who can promise me eternal happiness, tranquility, worry-free, fearless dreams, and happiness for the rest of my life, even if my years lock my destiny, this moment of time is for me. The sound of the quiet sky and the earth's rotation resounded again, and the imprint was annihilated. Su Moru's "I Chang'an"
20. Catkins fly in Chang'an, the konghou rings, and passers-by get drunk.
21. A smile, light and elegant, leisurely by the water. The world of mortals is like a dream, stepping on the folds of time, and the lines of poetry that have lasted for thousands of years. A drop of tears, just like yesterday, spread across the ferry that has lingered for thousands of years. On the peach blossom street, there are many words, and the flowers fall and follow the people. Holding the green dew in hand, rolling up the light sleeves of white clothes, walking alone in the valley, knowing the sound is far away as if the water condenses into smoke.
22. Don’t lean on the railing, where the wind blows, the night rain falls; the glazed umbrella, the plain clothes, the flowers fall in the dream. Outside the mist, time passes slowly, and the years grow longer; memories are stranded, deep in the season, and the world of mortals passes by.
Twenty-three, but there is something missing, the night of lovesickness. A promise made in the old days, determined in this life. Ten miles long street, the wind is timid. Snow is falling all over the sky, who are you saying goodbye to?
Twenty-four, the wind and the moon are like my lovesickness situation, how can I miss my lovesickness without promising each other.
Twenty-five, the sword reaches the end of the world, and the wind and dust chase me to death. The jackdaws are all gone, the wind and clouds are roaring. Who made me let go? Until I met her.
26. The moon shines on the blue window, and there is cyan light both inside and outside the window. No matter how much the distance accuses you of being a treacherous person, there is always a blue window under the moonlight, insisting that you are the only one who is waiting for you. "Afternoon Tea" by Jian Yu
Twenty-seven. On a cold night with a bleak autumn wind, after the lonely and wandering moon in the sky gently told me how to describe the most beautiful scenery in my heart, I couldn't help but No longer complain about why there are always too many regrets in life, and no longer lament that the end of life is always a smoke.
Twenty-eight, the broken bridge is pitiful in spring, the old dream hates the sky, who can ask me to be alone and desolate, there are always few people in the barren tomb thousands of miles away, the solitary mark is proud of the world, who can hide together? The lonely cold branches have no birds. Qi, the night moon is luxuriant, and the beard is resentful, like flowers but not flowers, sentimental and ruthless; I think of the past life, a curtain of quiet dreams, broken strings and piano, dust is generated, the fragrance of the plain face is reduced, the delicate hands are difficult to tune, like the passing years, it is embarrassing Pieces of flying flowers are facing the vast sky, the fragrant fragrance of the night has withered, the misty rain is separated from the sky, the tears are flowing, and the heart is empty. Classic beautiful ancient poetry sentences
Classic beautiful ancient poetry sentences
1. I don’t know if the trees in the garden are real plums.
2. Wash away the doubts and lead to infinite beauty.
3. Even if he travels to the clouds and does not come back, he will also send a message to the general.
4. The cold and solitary light is bright, and all it needs is some snow.
5. What’s more, it’s a pity that there are tall trees in the snow and incense bonfires and blankets.
6. The soul of Shu flies around hundreds of bird ministers, and there is a sound of mangosteen cracking in the middle of the night.
7. The stream is deep and ancient snow is there, and the cold spring flow is cut off by rocks.
8. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back.
9. The leaves bloom and follow the shadow of your feet, and the many flowers add weight.
10. Fear of phoenix boots, come back from picking vegetables, just in case we meet in Baqiao.
11. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.
12. Staying in the village where the warriors are riding, flying snow fills the isolated village.
13. Listening to the painting corner for no reason, the red ice on the pillow is thin.
14. When the ground is cold, the leaves die first, but Gu Hanyun cannot.
15. The land is full of Qiong Yao, and I am entertaining you.
16. The swirling bead curtain passes over the white wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost.
17. Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.
18. Willows are hanging on the river, and plum blossoms are falling on the branches in the snow.
19. Occasionally, it is a small red peach and apricot color, leisurely and elegant, but the remaining solitary and thin snow and frost posture.
20. The spring love of a bronze bird, the tears of a golden man in autumn, who can express this hatred?
21. When you enter the world, you pick up the red snow, and when you leave the dust, you cut the purple clouds.
22. The ancients left no stone unturned in their knowledge, and only when they are young and old can they become successful.
23. Don’t let anyone praise you for your good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe.
24. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and spring comes back after winter.
25. A person with a wandering background and a very cold heart.
26. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back. The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I sigh again.
27. The embrace of ice and snow, the world of glass, the night air is so clear.
28. There is no need to cut off the red crown on your head, and you will walk into the future covered with snow.
29. The stone root is hidden by the cloud and air dragon, and ordinary ants dare not burrow.
30. The clouds are low in the evening, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
31. The passing scenery is inaccessible, and the white clouds are almost gone.
32. Just like the moon, it will always be bright and clear, and you will be warm to me regardless of the ice and snow.
33. Suddenly the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe.
34. The wonderful vines stranded on my tongue want to dance a song for you and finally captivate the country.
35. The sword is far away from the army, and there is no home and no clothes.
36. The plum blossoms are half-opened in the light cold, and the ice is light and thin in the blue water.
37. Rocks pierced through the air, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
38. When I heard that Daochun had not met yet, I went to visit Hanmei for news.
39. Who are you, the pen-tip boy who thinks about you day and night, turning into songs in the desolate road of Jue City.
40. Longshan is not far away, leaving it for travelers to return in February.
41. Looking forward to the journey makes me feel confused and disoriented.
42. After a long time, he became an old man and was often called a loose immortal.
43. What I love most is the clear snow in the east mountains, and the silvery mountains in the soft red light.
44. The long summer passes. The early autumn quietly sets foot in the mountains and fields.
45. Listen to the flute and worry about it, and lean on the leaning branch to see the disease.
46. If you don’t ask for the dew from the master’s bottle, you will be the beggar widow’s plum blossom outside the threshold.
47. There are only two rows of low-flying geese, knowing that people are leaning on them and painting the moon on the building.
48. The fragrant body is full of lust, and the mountain alum is the younger brother and the plum is the older brother.
49. Winter plums are the most hated ones, often used as last year’s flowers.
50. The dew and frost are gradually falling, and the feast has just passed the light snow.
51. I would like to ask you where the plum blossoms are better. I will borrow some grass and carry a pot with you.
52. It’s almost dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating catkins.
53. Thousands of miles of cold light creates snow, and the dawn on three sides creates dangerous signals.
54. A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
55. There are few pedestrians at dusk, and the wind and snow are deep in the mountains.
56. There are thousands of green pines in the mountains across the city.
57. Pity the thousand-point Wu Shuang, which is endlessly sold in the cold weather, and opposite, the plum blossoms are falling like rain.
58. A branch outside the bamboo is leaning, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is setting.
59. There are only a few lines of ancient history left, and there are broken steles under the setting sun.
60. The flying jade and the flying jade are in the quiet pavilion of the Sui Pavilion, doubling the purity.
61. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower will stop playing.
62. The road is covered with frost, and the snow is reflected in the cold weather.
63. Use wine to clear away sorrow and spend your heroic spirit.
64. The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.
65. The lake is clear and the frost is shining in the mirror, and the white waves are coming from the snow-capped mountains.
66. The flowers and trees are small and full of sorrow.
67. All nations are galloping, and the two palaces are trapped in darkness. When will this hatred end?
68. When an actor enters a painting, he will live a long life.
69. The road is out of the cold clouds, and people return to the dusk snow.
70. Look at the red music on the threshold and the green eaves and teeth.
71. Thousands of miles of wind and smoke, a stream of frost and moon, are not afraid of bullying him.
72. The plum blossoms look like their true colors, leaving me leaning against the railing.
73. Qiong Yao dances flutteringly, and the water flows away.
74. Plum blossoms bloom several times in the south of the Yangtze River, and people have spots on their temples at the end of the world.
75. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should talk about people traveling far away.
76. The courtyard is a little deeper, and spring is late in the cloud window and foggy pavilion.
77. But standing in front of the wind is emitting lining with gelatin.
78. The plum blossoms scatter their colors towards the empty mountain, and the snowflakes pass through the curtains at will.
79. If you look closely, it’s not that the snow has no fragrance, but the wind blows away the fragrance.
80. It should be known that the weather has fallen early, so spring is coming.
81. I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the mountains.
82. I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows mist and rain in the dark dusk.
83. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
84. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
85. The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands.
86. Without the flowers in front of and under the moon in the past, how could we have the thoughts of thinking about you today?
87. There is a lot of rain and snow in Guanshan, and feng shui damages sweaters.
88. The sunset lingers in the sky, and the morning glow fades away.
89. Quan bullies Fang Huiwan, like jealousy of cold plum disease.
90. The wilderness is vast, where are the villages and mountains?
91. The flowing water is cool and the broken bridge crosses the road with plum branches.
92. Gazing at the jade ladder for a long time, sighing at the fragrant grass and luxuriant grass thousands of miles away.
93. It seems that these stars are not like last night, for whom the wind and dew set up the midnight.
94. The snow in the city has just disappeared and shepherd's purse is growing, and there are few people walking in the deep alleys of Jiaomen.
95. It’s time to leave hatred and welcome spring again, and it’s hard to relive lovesickness.
96. Waiting to dance in the middle of the night. Where there is no one, there are village chickens.
97. The pavilions on the road are beautiful, and the clothes are fragrant at the wrong time.
98. I am not me. When you turn around and leave, it is not me in Suzhou.
99. The clouds are breaking through the forest tops, and the moon is approaching the layered pavilion at the corner of the house.
100. It is as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds. Beautiful ancient poetry sentences
1. In this life, in the tunnel of time, withered petals are scattered for you. In the short lingering life of this life, the most beautiful memories are strung into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most gorgeous reunion when the flowers are in full bloom. And I am just a residual dream forgotten in eternity.
2. Wrong marriage, wrong beauty. Even if you lean against the sky, there is only one shadow left, don’t remember each other. The sound of the piano is silent and the sound of the flute is cold. Even if there is no trace of the spirit, this life is over and the next life is promised. The lights slowly dimmed during the long night. I am still melancholy, feeling that I am destined but not destined; I am also regretful that I am destined but not destined.
3. What can’t be defeated is Time flies
4. Many, many years later, Wu Xie can still chat and laugh in front of others, and be ruthless and decisive behind others; Jie Yuchen comes in front of the wardrobe After going there, he finally took the yellowed costume and burned it with his own hands under the crabapple tree in the courtyard; Fatty Wang patted his big belly and laughed happily at the wine table, but he cried bitterly in the bedroom holding a photo of the clouds; The young man carrying the knife suddenly looked back in the vast sea of ??clouds, only to find that there was only nothingness accompanying him.
5. Do not fall in love with the beauty of the world, do not write about the chaos of the world, do not lament the desolation of the world, and do not arouse feelings and sorrow. Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever.
6. With a calm heart, strolling through the chapters of memory, flipping through the passages of time, the words bloom on the tip of the pen, and the warmth of the past is wonderful. Listen to the wind in the dusk, watch the setting sun for the moon, carry a wisp of prosperity like a dream, and fall asleep with a wisp of lovesickness. Indigo mist and rain, dark ink in the south of the Yangtze River, leisurely watching the white moon and clear wind, but watching the mist and clouds passing by. The cicada on the street kept silent, watching the prosperity disappear, and the original intention became pale in the wind. The madness has faded away, the madness has faded away, and the years have scratched a shallow wound on my forehead.
7. One thought is prosperous, another thought is gray, one thought is joy, and prosperity is everywhere. One thought becomes an obsession, and every inch of my lovesickness becomes gray.
8. Fate is created by oneself, appearance comes from the heart, and everything in the world is transformed. If the mind does not change, everything will not change. If the heart does not change, everything will not change.
9. An actor enters painting and spends his whole life. Beauty, white hair, green silk. Play him and her to the fullest, who knows what's in your heart?
10. I would like to accompany you as a pair of bones to bid farewell to this tragic scene.
11. I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak. "Huanxi Sand" by Nalan Xingde
12. #久言四词# ① I have passed many people and seen many cities. I will pour this cup for you, and I wish you to accompany me silently for three years. ②The story is just waiting for nothing, there are too many fates but no destiny, the actor is deeply involved in the play, and the ending is given to the storyteller. ③Fate has gone through several rounds. Who can tell me about my original intention? The young master laughs at the world of mortals. You are aloof and only willing to commit to one person.
④For whom the plum is green, for whom the black hair is tied, for whom the frenulum is untied, for whom the rings are untied, and for whom the branches are connected. There are trees on the mountain, and your heart is filled with joy. You know it
13. Sending Polygonum Flowers in White , blow out the lamp and watch the sword break a hair.
14. In this huge bet between you and me, no one thought that both of us would lose completely.
15. Life is a dream, white clouds and gray dogs, wrong, wrong, right, right and wrong, grudges and grudges, in the end, the sun and the moon are silent, the water passes without a trace, and those who are abandoned are just a little obsession.
16. If the heart does not move, what will the wind do? If you are not injured, the years will be fine.
Seventeenth, the moon is low, frost is heavy, and the rouge is cold. The sparse flowers can’t help but the wind. Ling Ding is reflected in the mirror of water chestnut. The fragrant soul still remembers the words of Lishan. A leaf of lovesickness, no longer singing about the past life.
18. I know that my love will always be there when I am here, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.
19. The willow flute in the long pavilion is like singing in the autumn water. The flowers wither and fly away, like the wind passing by without leaving a trace. Leaning quietly on the railing, the sparse shadows of the pale moon are dimly illuminated, and the bleak past is singing to the east fence. When the night is silent, the wind shakes the candle and its shadow is red. The moonlight in the west wing of the window is bright and bright, looking across the sycamores and deep into the courtyard, I still can't escape the loneliness locked in the autumn. The cool breeze flows like water, causing ripples, swaying my mind lightly. I hold it lightly with my bare hands and listen to the murmur of a fallen flower.
20. We meet by fate, but we meet by chance. We hope to remember each other across the world. We are lucky enough to know each other, but not lucky enough to stay together. The blue sky and the bright moon will last forever. "The Elegance of the First Daughter"
21. The weather is getting colder, the coldness is over, the world is getting old, the vicissitudes of the world have made me cry, it is so difficult to let go, my heart is empty, I want to let go, but I can't let it go. The tears dried up, and I wandered on the pillow.
Twenty-two, a phoenix flower bloomed at the corner of his lips, and for just a moment of tenderness, he gently touched the cinnabar on his forehead, and she regained her prosperity.
Twenty-three, I wanted to get up and leave the mortal world, but my shadow fell into the world.
Twenty-four, the spring water is endless, the catkins are light and soft, and the flowing water is full of flying flowers.
Twenty-five, tonight; step on the moonlight and let the past fly, falling on every string of the piano, touching the sound like a complaint. The thoughts in the soft arms turned into low calls, lingering and lingering into thin sadness, hiding in the corner of the night, falling into the arms full of light sorrow, swaying into silence.
Twenty-six, the autumn moon is like frost, and now you and I are on opposite sides of the sky. HITA "Sijun Ode" Beautiful ancient love poems
1. The cold wind whispers, looking back a hundred years ago, waiting for your flowers to bloom, I only care about being lucky in this life, I hope it will not be an empty night, the flowers will fall and the wind and rain will break my heart. I still remember the dream about the end of the world, and the cherry blossoms blooming in full bloom. It's just that I woke up from a dream in vain, and I asked you if you didn't come back!
2. Who said that overwhelming feelings can soak the whole piece of clothing?
3. Life is a big dream. Autumn cools down the world several times. The maple leaves are already singing in the corridor at night. I can see them on my brows and temples. I am often worried about the lack of guests when I drink wine. The moonlight is blocked by clouds. Who will be with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival? **Lone light, looking northward sadly.
4. Look briefly at happiness, do not write about sadness, there are three thousand worlds in the world, do not express melancholy, do not ask how many flowers are blooming, only ask for a smile and peace.
5. The mandarin duck pendant hangs from the waist, and the mandarin ducks want to fly together, but they shed tears. Combined with the wine, red candles flow, combined with the wine in front of the hibiscus tent, I want to make two white heads.
6. If possible, I hope that you will betray all your relatives from now on, and I will be the only one left in the world willing to have you.
7. It was you who disturbed my clear dreams, it was you who made me miserable for half my life, it was you who made me miss lovesickness, it was you who made me unable to find a cure.
8. In the dream, above the moon, you stand with the same eyebrows!
9. At that moment, I visited the ancient garden, picked up the fragrance, and smiled at the fresh grass adding new makeup. On the road facing the wind, I invite you to talk about pen pals, write thousands of poems, play chess, calligraphy and painting, drink thousands of pots of wine, and watch the green willows and get drunk at the sunset. The winding path leads to a secluded place, cut red and green, with orioles singing and swallows dancing, the mind is calm and the shadows are moving.
10. The thatched cottage is my home, and I would like to spend half my life in glitz, with a wisp of cooking smoke covering the clouds, and a roll of clear wine and words.
11. Drinking tea under the flowers, whose white hair is left in front of the mirror? But she is no longer there in the dream. She can be laid to rest in the grave for just a moment.
12. But even if times have changed, and you can obviously give up with a smile, you can't really let go from the bottom of your heart. Because if you deliberately forget the tenderness of late autumn, you will only miss it.
13. If you turn into the wind, I will turn into the rain, guarding your side, and my smile will turn into a beauty.
14. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other, and people are heartbroken at the end of the world; love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting, and people are hesitant in dim lights; traveling through thousands of mountains and crossing thousands of rivers, two lines of tears are shed on the road to lovesickness. ; The drunkenness is strong, the heart is also drunk, the sleeves of the robe are dancing; thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beloved, so close and far away is as close as a mandarin duck; love in the past life, debt in this life, a dream of reincarnation in the world of mortals.
15. There is a certain fate in life. Before it ends, everyone is just wishful thinking. Even if they have no choice but to do anything, the ignorant ones will ignore them, and the affectionate ones will just be Lin Feng.
16. The years are fleeting with a flick of the fingers, the dust of singing is scattered, and the longing is lost; touch the strings lightly, as delicate as the wind, for whom will the longing be cut off? The affection that lingers around the fingers, the attachment of a lifetime, in the harmonious music of the pipa, the nostalgia of the years is performed one after another.
17. The wind is quiet, the water is cold, the hibiscus is all over the city, the peonies are fragrant, the morning sun is drinking dew, the willows are fluttering in the sleeves, the Xiaoxiang evening rain is like hanging curtains, greedy for the red lips, the dawn is at the desk, the flowers are on the shadow wall, and the bamboo forest is evening The wind sends each other with a piece of paper, singing and dancing jade, soaking in the fragrance of half a cup of tea, seeing a life of wandering, sighing at the rain and lotus collecting dew, and complaining that the green face is stained by wind and frost, the cinnabar is dotted with fat, and the dark eyes are conveying affection, whose order is it? In the prosperous and prosperous times, whose pen and ink were used to divine the hexagram for whom? Drunk tonight, the fleeting years have changed; recalling the past, light ink and plain paper. The cocoon of love turns into a butterfly. The butterfly breaks into pieces for the flowers, but the flowers fly with the wind. Sing lightly and whisper a few words, and ask drunkenly, "What year is it today?"
18. Zhuting folding fan, I led the little donkey and laughed wildly. This is the scene where I laughed when I went to the river during the Qingming Festival.
19. Whoever makes a promise, time passes, but in the end he fails the person who means it.
20. The wind is smiling, the clouds are floating leisurely on the white long sleeves, the flowers seem to understand the wind's heart and nod frequently, and the water is flowing in the wind. You came wading through the water, gently twisting the scroll, and sketching for me with light ink. From then on, I lived in your painting, untouched by wind and rain, and never left by cold or heat. You whisper in the wind, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water. From then on, I lived in the poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties, immersed in the fragrance of books and the taste of poetry.
21. The flowers on the street have bloomed. I am waiting for you to come back. You have promised me to paint eyebrows and makeup with bare hands. I swear, the flowers on the street have bloomed, I have been waiting for you to come back, you have promised me to swing my sword under the moon and dance across the mountains and rivers. When you come back, you promised me to ride on a white horse to the end of the world. The flowers are already blooming on the streets. I am waiting for you to come back. You promised me that the flowers will bloom and fall and we will never be apart. The flowers are already blooming on the streets. I am waiting for your return. You promised me to return to the fields. Miao Jia said that the flowers on the mulberry fields have bloomed. I am waiting for you to return. You promised me to pour out all the beauty in the world. The flowers have bloomed on the streets. Why don't you come back? Shallow pottery
Twenty-two, one inch of lovesickness, one inch of ashes, who takes the fleeting time and messes up the life.
Twenty-three, the autumn wind is bleak, the moon is like a hook, and the prosperity is scattered on the branches. The wild geese fly from the north to the south, the grass and trees are withered, and the beautiful scenery is gone. In the waning moon of the morning breeze, I went up to the west tower alone, feeling a touch of love and a bit of sadness. The moon waxes and wanes, the thousands of reds have faded, and the wind has cooled down over the years. Singing in the wind, splashing ink and waving sleeves, carrying clear words to accompany the singing. The body is bathed in clear light, the pulse is gentle, and the lovesickness is as thick as wine.
24. It is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. Li Shangyin "Third of the Six Untitled Poems"