Get up early Cao Ye
The moon falls to the west of the Canglang, the door is open and the trees are shadowless.
At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood at Wutong Well.
Farewell to Li Langzhong and Xue Tao
Farewell to the phoenix and the phoenix on the phoenix tree. It would be even more desolate to climb the Qinling Mountains.
Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of his poems were mixed with mourning for his death.
Heavy Rain Miao Su Once Upon a Time
One night the scorching sun turned to rain, and the dream returned to the cool and moistening clothes.
I don’t worry about leaky houses and wet beds, and I like deep streams with deep banks.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the fifth watch of the phoenix trees should bring more good news.
I am still dancing with joy even if there is no field, not to mention the hope of the new year in the field.
The Beginning of Autumn Liu Han
The crows of breasts scattered across the jade screen, a pillow with a fresh coolness and a fan of wind.
There is no place to look for the autumn colors when I wake up. The steps are full of sycamores and the moon shines brightly.
Picking Mulberries by Feng Yansi
In the bridal chamber late at night, there were singing and singing,
There were many curtains.
The slanting moon is hazy,
After the rain, the remaining flowers fall to the ground red.
In the past, there were endless sorrows,
The east wind is still the same.
Leaning alone on the sycamore tree,
Thinking until dawn.
Wu Ye'er Yuan Wumingshi
Autumn is coming, and it is getting colder.
The cold wild geese are flying south.
The sycamore tree has yellow leaves.
It’s so desolate, half of the embroidered quilt is free.
Bu Shuanzi Broken Heart Xia Wanchun
The autumn scenery reaches the empty boudoir, sweeping the sycamore leaves at night.
Who would have expected that the knot of two hearts would not work out, but the knot of lovesickness would turn out to be the knot.
The twelve jade lanterns turn on and off when the wind blows.
After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows in the moonlight.
Summer Book Tent by Chen Shulan
The wind behind the curtains is gentle and the sun is growing.
There is a fragrance of lotus flowers in front of the courtyard.
It is said that Lang is in the sycamore tree,
I wish to transform myself into a phoenix.
Autumn Night Statement
The Milky Way can be seen at the bottom of the sycamore leaves, and the dew air is cold and blue outside the window.
The four walls are surrounded by the sound of insects and two rows of wild geese. I don’t know where to get more autumn.
Mandarin Duck Chapter Chen Ziang
Flying mandarin ducks.
Lift your wings to cover your losses.
I came to the green pond.
***Xiang Baiyunya.
The sound and appearance are nostalgic for each other.
The feathers and plumes are meandering.
Pingping plays with Chunzhu.
Frost surrounds the cold pond.
Pusha is connected to the shore.
Ting trees blow over the pond.
Visit here every year.
Follow me year after year.
Phoenix Qi Dan point.
The solitary sycamore branch.
Swan geese come to Zisai.
Empty memory of rice and rice fertilizer.
Wu Ciao tired to rely on.
The sound of cranes hurts parting.
How can they be like these two birds?
Flying through the same forest.
Brush tail Qingjiangpu.
Cross neck purple mountain cen.
The article has a strange color.
What a wonderful sound.
I heard there are Yuanyangqi.
There are mandarin ducks and quilts again.
Hold it as a gift from a beautiful woman.
This is why we have a heart-to-heart relationship.
Five Autumn Poems of Changxin by Wang Changling
The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the night frost.
The jade pillow in the fumigation cage has no color, and I lie down and listen to Nangong Qing's long leakage.
The autumn anvil in the high hall rings late at night, and the deep frost still reminds me of the cold clothes.
The tailor with silver lanterns and green clothes rested and looked at the Lord of Jincheng.
The Golden Palace is opened with a broomstick, and the fan is lingering for a while.
The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun.
I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I dreamed that the king was suspicious.
The fire shines in the West Palace and you know when you drink at night.
The moon is bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival at Changxin Palace, and the sound of His Royal Highness Zhaoyang's clothes is pounding.
There are fine traces of grass in the white dew hall, and there is overwhelming emotion in the red tent.
Sentence Meng Haoran
The clouds are light and the river is thin, and the raindrops are sparse on the sycamore trees.
The pursuit of good control, Xiaoxiaogu Leming.
("The Provincial Examination Qi Ji Chang Ming", poem
See "Danyang Collection")
Fangcaodu Feng Yansi
The parasol trees have fallen, and the polygonum flowers have fallen.
The smoke is cold at the beginning, and the rain has just stopped.
The depressed scenery is very sad.
After the person passed away, how much hatred remained in my heart.
Yan Hong is far away, Qiang flute is resentful,
The vast clear river is vast.
The mountains are like daisy, the moon is like a hook,
The music and songs are scattered, the soul and dreams are broken, leaning against the high building.
Poppy Feng Yansi
The curtain of blue waves hangs down from the red door,
The orioles are talking under the curtain.
Bo Luo still weeps for youth,
The wild flowers and grass are new year by year, and it is difficult to say anything.
Where is the tall building and the moon in Feng Sheng?
Who can say the deep resentment?
For a moment, the remaining light shines on the sycamore trees,
For a while, I burst into tears and the east wind, full of hatred.
Poppy Feng Yansi
The painting hall is new and desolate,
The beads are hanging down late at night.
The bridal chamber sleeps in the moonlit Chanjuan,
The twin shadows of the sycamore tree ascend to Zhu Xuan and stand in front of the steps.
Where is the supper banquet in the high building?
The pipe is plugged to blow the ghost.
The heart has been broken with one word of separation,
The old love is hard to find when it is abandoned, and the hatred is heavy.
Picking mulberry seeds by Li Yu
It’s late for the golden sycamore trees to turn on the windlass,
A few trees startle the autumn.
The rain brings new sorrow during the day,
The tentacles of a hundred-foot shrimp are on the jade hook.
The Qiong window is broken and the moths are wrinkled in spring,
Looking back.
If you want to travel with scales,
Nine-curved cold waves will not follow the current.
Happy meeting Li Yu
Speechless, I went up to the west building alone,
The moon is like a hook,
The lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. [1]
It keeps cutting,
it is still chaotic,
it is the sadness of divorce, [2]
there is a different feeling in my heart . [3]
Partridge Sky Li Qingzhao
Lock the windows in the cold sun,
The phoenix trees should hate the frost at night.
The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha tea,
The fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are broken.
Autumn is over,
the days are still long,
Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate.
It is better to get drunk in front of Fenzun,
Don’t bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
Qing Ping Yue Yan Jidao
The freehand strings of the Yao strings,
The sound of the strings with deep meaning breaks.
There are endless things to write on the phoenix paper,
I still regret that it is difficult to express the love of spring.
Lie down and listen to the drizzle of sycamore trees,
The moon is dim after the rain.
Where is the soul of a night's dream?
That time in the Yangye Tower.
Xingxiangzi Yan Jidao
Late green and cold red, the fragrance is in a hurry.
Cherish the years, who are you with today?
The blue clouds are falling, and the numbers are conquering.
Looking at the withered lotus, the old palace fan, and complaining about the autumn wind.
The waves are falling and the leaves are falling, where is the good time?
I miss the teachings of heaven and hate endlessly.
Trying about the past affairs, leaning against the sycamore tree.
There is a place to escape the soul, on a bright moonlit night, the sky is pink.
Qingpingle Yan Shu
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling.
When you first taste the green wine, you will easily get drunk, and you will fall asleep under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun is shining brightly.
It is the season when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
Sitting at night by Zhang Lei
There is no one in the courtyard and the moon is bright in autumn, and the night frost is about to clear up first.
The phoenix tree is really unwilling to wither, and its leaves still make a sound in the wind.
Jie Lianhuan Wu Wenying
The eaves are cool and thin at dusk. It is suspected that the clear wind is moving the bamboos, and old friends are coming to Miao.
The night is getting longer, and the fireflies are flowing leisurely,
It is slightly illuminated, and the darkness is white.
The dream is far away, the phoenix and the jade rope are falling in the west.
Hidden practice [1] The curtains are tired, and old sorrows are stirred up, and the sweat is fragrant.
The silver bottle hates sinking and breaking the rope.
I sigh that the phoenix trees are not yet in autumn, and I wake up early in the dew.
Hold the plain shadow, the bright moon is idle,
Early dust damages the painting, Chushan follows the promise.
The green is cold and the red is fading. I am afraid of being startled, and the fish are jumping in the West Pond.
Remember Xiang'e, and the dark solution is Jiangxi. The flowers fade and the calyx falls.
Partridge Sky Zhou Zizhi
When the remaining red color is about to be exhausted.
The cool autumn air fills the screen.
It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves.
The sound of the leaves is parting.
Tune Bao Se and dial Jin Ni.
At that time, we sang partridge lyrics together.
It is a stormy night in the west building.
I shed tears even if I don’t listen to clear songs.
Bodhisattva Man Zhu Shuzhen
The sound of autumn suddenly rises and the sycamore trees fall, and the chirping of crickets adds to the desolation.
Sleeping with a pillow and a lamp behind me, the moon and lingering dreams come true.
Hook up the green foil, where is the cold anvil?
Leaning alone on the small railing, the wind and dew make you feel cold.
Autumn Night by Zhu Shuzhen
The autumn air is clear and sleepless for a long time,
The candles are frequently cut for the third time.
The bed is filled with cool moonflower trees,
The moon shines brightly in the missing places of the parasol trees.
Qingjiang Yin Qian Lin
The kindness has stopped with the fan of Wan,
It has been saved until the time of sorrow.
The sycamore leaves are in autumn,
The anvils and pestles are used for thousands of families,
There are more than a few sounds of iron on the eaves.
Lienvcao Mengjiao
If Wutong treats each other as an old man, the couple will both die.
A virtuous woman favors her husband, and the same goes for sacrificing her life.
I swear there will be no waves, my heart is filled with water from an ancient well.
Weizhuang, Dingxifan
Pick up all the golden lamps and red embers,
People are burning,
The leakage is delayed,
While not sleeping.
Leaning against the silver screen, speechless,
Idle sorrow clings to my green eyebrows.
The remaining rain suffocates the sycamore trees,
Acacia falls.
Gengluzi Wen Tingyun
The incense of the jade stove and the tears of red wax,
partially illuminate the autumn thoughts in the painting hall.
The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy,
The night is long and the pillow is cold.
Putong trees, rain in the middle of the night,
Ignorance and love are suffering.
One leaf, one sound,
The empty steps drip to the light.
Cloud steps, moon and earth,
Thousands of barriers.
Even if we come and go, we will not meet each other.
We will go as soon as possible.
The magpie rides on the star bridge,
It takes many years to see each other,
If you want to leave, don’t hate it, it’s hard to be poor.
Morning Glory and Weaver Girl,
More than Li Zhong.
It will be sunny in an instant,
It will be raining, and
It will be winding.
Recalling Qin E and Li Qingzhao
Lingao Pavilion,
The chaotic mountains and plains are protected by smoke.
The smoke is thin,
after the crow returns,
at dusk the horns are heard.
The broken fragrance remains and the feelings are evil,
The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen,
autumn colors are still there,
loneliness is still there.
Slow voice Li Qingzhao
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him when the wind comes late? The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark! The phoenix trees also have drizzle, and at dusk, they drop bit by bit. This time, how can there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Climbing Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in autumn by Li Bai
In the picturesque Jiangcheng, you can see the mountains at dawn and the clear sky.
Two waters hold a bright mirror, and two bridges hold a rainbow.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the old sycamores are in autumn colors.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind.