Qijue·Spring Night
One moment of a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The sound of singing in the pavilion is soft, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard.
Ci·Nian Nujiao. Chibi Nostalgia
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are exhausted. A man of the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks and clouds collapsed, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time!
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with a majestic appearance, a feather fan and a turban, while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, a bottle returns the moonlight over the river.
Qijue·Shangyuan Banquet
The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial furnace.
The courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor.
Qi Jue·Hua Ying
On the Yao Terrace one after another, I called the boy several times but couldn't turn away.
It was just taken away by the sun, but it taught the bright moon to see the future.
Wujue · Poem of Staying New Year's Eve
Children will not eat if they are forced to stay together, but they should cheer for each other. Do not crow in the early morning when the rooster crows, and be afraid of the more trouble.
Qilu·Hezi nostalgic from Mianchi
Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.
The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built, and there is no reason to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.
Do you still remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped and the donkeys brayed.
Qilu·Dan'er
Thunderbolt collects its power, the evening rain opens, I rely on Cui Wei alone on the railing.
The sky is filled with neon clouds, and the happy wind is rising from the sea.
The wild old man has already sung the words of a prosperous year, and he wants to banish the ministers after removing the books.
Dongpo is old and well-fed in his remaining years. One place can save everything.
Qilu·Crossing the sea on the night of June 20th
As I prepare for the third watch, the bitter rain ends and the wind clears up.
Who embellishes the scattered clouds and the bright moon, making the sky and sea clear in color.
In the spare time, Lu Sou took advantage of his thoughts and had a rough idea of ??the music played in Xuanyuan.
I don’t hate the nine deaths in the Southern Wilderness. I am here to travel through the wonders of my life.
Qijue·Huichong Spring River Evening Scene
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is full of artemisia and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Qijue·Mid-Autumn Moon
The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Qijue·Drinking on the lake, it is clear at first and then it rains.
It is good to be clear when the water is shining, but it is also strange to see the mountains in the sky and the rain.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Qi Jue·Gift to Liu Jingwen
The lotus has been exhausted and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
You must remember that the best times of the year are orange and green.
Ci·Bu Suanzi
The missing moon hangs the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon breaks one's initial tranquility.
Who sees a lonely person walking around alone?
The misty and solitary shadow.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them,
The lonely sandbank is cold.
Ci·Plucking Mulberries
Sentimental but still sick.
In the multi-view building, we meet each other over wine.
The happy things turn around and smile in vain.
Stop the cup and listen to the pipa.
Twist and stir gently, the drunken face melts into spring,
The river and sky are slanted with a touch of red.
Two poems from Chengmaiyi Tongchao Pavilion
I want to live in Nanhai Village for the rest of my life, and the emperor sent Wu Yang to summon my soul[1].
The sky is low and the magpies are nowhere to be found, but the green mountains are the Central Plains.
Ci·Ding Fengbo
On March 7, it rained on Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Ci·Ding Fengbo
I often envy the jade man in the world,
The heaven should beg for the sweet lady.
I compose a clear song to spread my white teeth,
The wind blows, and the snow flies into the sea and becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles, the years are getting shorter and shorter.
When you smile, you still carry the fragrance of plum blossoms.
How about Lingnan?
But he said: This place of peace of mind is my hometown.
Ci·Dongxiange
Icy muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free.
The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows.
The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people.
People are not sleeping, leaning on pillows and hairpins with messy hair.
Getting up and holding hands, there is no sound in the courtyard.
Every now and then I see sparse stars crossing the river.
How is the night? It's three o'clock in the night.
The golden waves are light and the jade rope turns low.
But when will the west wind come?
I don’t want to secretly change things in the fleeting years.
Ci·Dongxiange
The wax in the south of the Yangtze River is gone,
After the early plum blossoms bloom,
The new year and the weeping willows are distributed.
The thin waist has its own style and style,
It is still more elegant and elegant.
On the bank of Yongfengfang,
There is no one around at all.
Who can see the golden silk painting?
When the broken heart is caused by flying catkins,
the green leaves become shady,
if there is nothing to do, one will lose weight.
It is not the east wind that chases you,
it blows away the spring wrinkles between your brows.
Words·Congratulations to the Bridegroom
The milk swallows fly into the mansion.
No one is around, the shade of the trees turns to noon,
It’s cool in the evening and you take a new bath.
The raw silk and white round fan is made by hand,
The fan hand looks like jade for a moment.
Gradually sleepy and lean, sleep alone and become mature.
Who will promote the embroidery industry outside the curtain?
It is useless to teach people to dream about Yaotai music.
But it is,
The wind knocks the bamboo.
The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning.
When all the floating flowers and waves are gone,
I will be alone with you.
Look carefully at the beautiful branch,
A thousand-weighted heart is like a bundle.
I am afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind.
If I wait for you to come here,
I can’t bear to touch the wine in front of the flower.
***Pink tears,
Two rustles.
Ci·Huanxi Sha
The layers of hemp leaves are shining, and the fragrance of a village is filled with cocoons.
The lady whispering coquettishly across the fence.
The hanging white stick quinoa raises the drunken eyes, and the green quinoa is pounded to soften the hungry intestines.
Ask when the bean leaves turn yellow.
Ci·Huanxisha
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west.
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream.
The sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless.
The rain is wailing at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life?
The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west!
Don’t sing yellow chicken with white hair.
Ci·Huanxisha
Jujube flowers fall from clothes and towels,
The sound of winding wheels in the south of the village and the north of the village,
The ancient willows in cow clothes Selling cucumbers.
I am sleepy after a long journey,
I am thirsty and thinking about tea,
I knock on the door and ask questions about the wild people.
Jijiang Sencha
The living water must be boiled over a live fire, and the deep clear water can be obtained from the fishing stone [1]:
The moon is stored in a big ladle and returned to the spring urn. The small ladle divides the river into the night vase.
The snow milk has been fried for the feet [2], and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea.
Withered intestines are not easy to ban three bowls [3], sit and listen to the long and short updates of the deserted city.
Ci·Jiang Chengzi
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year.
On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Ci·Jiang Chengzi
Wandering at the end of the world, I have endless thoughts.
We met, but in a hurry.
Hand in hand with the beautiful woman, the tears will fade away.
Why do you want to ask Dongfeng Yu? Spring is here, who is it with?
The water in Sui Di is soluble in March.
Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
I want to send thousands of tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong.
Ci·Jiang Chengzi No. 3
It rains and then clears in Phoenix Mountain.
The water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.
A hibiscus bloomed gracefully.
Where did the double egrets fly?
If you are interested, I admire Pingting.
Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river.
Who can listen to the bitter feelings?
The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised.
I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it,
When people are gone, the peaks are green.
Ci·Linjiangxian
Drinking at Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again,
It seems like it has been the third watch since I returned.
The children's breath is thundering,
No one knocks on the door,
Leaning against the tent, listening to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine,
When will I forget about camp?
The wind is calm at night and the lines are flat,
The boat passed away from then on,
The river and the sea send the rest of my life.
Ci·Manjianghong
The Qing Dynasty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely sail is bright and extinguished.
The place where officials travel, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers.
Living up to Lin Xiayi’s past, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed.
I hate this life and grow up in separation.
A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning.
Looking at each other seems like yesterday, many years ago.
Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow.
I will look for the remaining spring with you and the pond, with flowers like snow.
Ci·Nanxiangzi
The cool mat and blue gauze kitchen, with a pillow of cool breeze for the rest of the day.
I went to bed and listened to nothing happening in the evening office. I slowly read all the books on the bedside.
I scratched my head and returned to my hometown, feeling that I was lazy and neglected my fame.
What if you ask about your talents and skills? It is foolish to occupy the world.
Ci·Nian Nujiao
Looking far into the distance from a height, you can see the sky,
The clouds of thousands of miles have left no trace.
The osmanthus flies in, and wherever the light shines,
The autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day.
Jade Yuqiong Tower, riding a luan to and fro,
I am in the Qingliang Kingdom.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.
I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly,
I raised my glass to invite the moon to meet, and the shadows became three guests.
Dancing and wandering, under the wind and dew,
I don’t know what night it is tonight.
I want to ride on the wind and turn back.
Why ride on the wings of a peng?
In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown.
Ci·Niannujiao
Looking from a high position, you can see that there are no traces of clouds in the sky for thousands of miles.
The soul of osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, and soaks in the cold for a day.
Yuyu Qionglou. Riding the Luan to come and go, I am in the Qingliang country.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.
I was drunk, clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and became three guests in the shadows.
Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is.
I want to ride on the wind, but then I turn back. Why ride on the wings of a roc?
In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown.
Ci·Qingyu Case
Three years ago, I slept on Wuzhong Road,
I condemned the yellow dog and followed you.
If you go to Huxiaodu on the Songjiang River,
Don’t be frightened by the mandarin ducks, there are four bridges everywhere,
This is where I walked.
Looking at the late spring in the Wangchuan River,
I always remember the words of the master You Cheng.
It’s been promised a return date.
The spring shirt is like Xiaoman’s needlework,
It will be wetted by the rain from the West Lake.
Ci·Shaobian
Bending one’s waist for rice,
Abandoning one’s home because of drinking,
The body and mouth are exhausted.
Come back,
Who would not send you back?
I feel that everything in the past is not what it is now.
It's still late,
Zheng Fu pointed out the way back,
The laughter and childish chatter in front of the door.
Sigh, the old chrysanthemums are all barren,
The new pines are dark and old,
This is how it has been in my year!
But the small window allows the firewood door to be closed on the knees,
I use my staff to watch the solitary cloud fly away at dusk,
The clouds emerge unintentionally,
The birds I feel tired and come back,
It was not intentional.
Hey!
Come back,
Now I forget myself and the world.
There is no idle talk among relatives,
There is truth in the piano book.
The steps are rugged and green,
The stream is flowing gracefully,
The spring water trickles in the dark valley.
Looking at the flourishing vegetation,
I feel so quiet,
My life is over!
How long will it take for Nianyu Xingyu to recover?
What does the emperor want without realizing it?
My heart is entrusted to me, who will decide whether to stay or not?
Where is the immortal knowledge?
Wealth is not my ambition.
But I know that when I climb a mountain near the water, I sing and sing,
I drink the wine glass and get drunk.
What’s more doubtful about destiny in this life?
Ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles.
Ci·Shui Tiao Ge Tou
The setting sun rolls up the embroidered curtain, and the water under the pavilion connects to the sky.
I know you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red.
In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely star.
Recognize the drunken man's words, and the mountains are beautiful or not.
Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted.
Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced.
Young Master Lantai is worthy of laughter. He has yet to understand the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.
A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
Ci·Shui Tiao Ge Tou
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.
I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings.
It is too cold at high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where the Qihu is low and the light shines without sleep.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
This is an ancient matter.
I wish you a long life and a long life.
Ci·Shuilongyin
It looks like a flower but not like a flower, and no one cherishes it.
Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the evil eyes sleepy, and they want to open but also close.
The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, only to be found again when the oriole calls out.
Don’t hate the flowers that have all flown away. I hate the West Garden. It’s hard to decorate the red flowers.
The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples.
There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water.
Looking carefully, it is not Yanghua, but the tears of separation.
Ci·Looking to the South of the Yangtze River
Spring is not old yet,
The wind is soft and the willows are slanting.
Try to watch it on the transcendent stage,
Half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers,
Thousands of homes are darkened by mist and rain.
After eating cold food,
I woke up and sighed.
Don't think about your old friends and your homeland,
Try new tea with new fire,
Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
The drizzle falls on the roof of the building, heavy on the flat lake outside the river.
Back then there was a horse show in Dongxu, but now Nanpu is desolate.
Don’t regret that the yellow flowers haven’t vomited yet, and teach the red flowers to support them.
You don’t have to look at the dogwood trees in the wine stall, but admire the present and past of the world.
Ci·Xingxiangzi
The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver.
When pouring wine, it must be ten minutes.
Famous for fame and profit, but a waste of hard work.
The horse caught in the sigh, the fire caught in the stone, the body caught in the dream.
Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths?
And Tao Tao, happy and innocent.
When will you go back and be a idler?
To a long harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.
Ci·Xing Xiangzi
One leaf in the boat is light, but the two oars are shocking.
The water and sky are clear, and the shadows and waves are flat.
The fish turns over the algae, and the heron lights the smoke.
Crossing the sandy stream is fast, the frosty stream is cold, and the moon stream is bright.
The layers are like paintings, and the music is like a screen.
Back in the day, Xu Laoyan Ling.
Monarchs and ministers have a dream, and their names are empty now and in ancient times.
But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn.
Ci·Yu Jia Ao
There is a lot of love in Yangguan, knowing that you want to go to Qinchuan.
The white horse soap mink cannot be kept.
Looking back, there is no fog in the lonely city.
When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an are like rain, and the willows in Guan are beginning to fly.
Gradually, the knife in the boot meets the road.
Who is similar? Wang Wendu on the romantic knees.
Ci·Yu Meiren
Hushan is the most beautiful place in the southeast, as far as the eye can see.
How many times can you come back? Then he was drunk and wandering around.
When the lights are first turned on in Shahe Pond, who sings the water tune?
At night, when the wind is calm and I am about to return, there is only a bright moon on the river and a clear moon.
Ci·Partridge Sky
The forest is broken, the bamboo is hidden in the mountain, and the bamboo is hidden in the wall.
There are cicadas and decaying grass in the small pond.
You can see birds from time to time when you turn over the blank page.
The red lotus leaves are fragrant in the light of the water.
Outside the village house,
Next to the ancient city,
The staff slowly turned towards the setting sun.
It rained in the middle of the night last night,
I had to live a cool life again.
Ci·Shuilongyin
The bamboos in Chushan are like clouds, and the different materials show off thousands of forests. The dragon's beard is half-twisted, the phoenix's head is slightly swollen, and the jade muscles are evenly wound. The trees are falling in Huainan, the rain is clear, the clouds are dreaming, the moon is bright and the wind is blowing. Since Zhonglang disappeared and Huan Yi left, I know how much disappointment I have suffered. I heard that the Lingnan prefect had a deep back hall and a petite green bead. The Qi Chuang school was first visited in Liangzhou, but the colorful clothes were not finished. Chewing Zhenghan Palace, pan-commerce Liuyu, a sound of clouds. In order to make you wash away, the wild wind and miasma rain make frost and dawn.
Ci·Shuilongyin
The boat crosses the Spring River, lying down watching the green walls and red buildings rising. The laughter in the clouds makes the king high and the beauty half drunk. The pillars are in danger, the strings are mourning, the lingering sound of the beautiful songs is lingering around the clouds and the water. Thinking of my old friend, the old man, his romance has not diminished, I look back alone in the mist. I pushed the pillow and disappeared, but the empty river and the bright moon were thousands of miles away. When the five lakes heard the news, they returned in small boats, still carrying Xi Zi. Yunmeng Nanzhou, South Bank of Wuchang, I should remember my past travels. In the romantic dream, the dishes came to see me, but they were mixed.
Ci·Man Ting Fang
Come back and come back, where will I go? Wanli’s home is in Min’e. A hundred years and a half strong, but there will be no more suffering in the future. Sit down and see Huangzhou again, the children are all gone, Chu language and Wu songs. Friends in the mountains, Ji Dou She wine, persuade Lao Dongpo. Yunhe. When this is over, things in life come and go like a shuttle. Wait and see, the autumn wind and the clear waves of Luoshui. Fortunately, the thin willows in front of the hall should remember me and Mo Jian Rouke. There is still a rumor that the elders in the south of the Yangtze River are fishing and fishing.
Ci·Man Ting Fang
Incense carved plates, ice chopsticks born in the cold, painting hall is a unique scenery. The host is affectionate, and the banquet is red. The greasy jade round rolled plain neck, tender lotus root silk, newly woven fairy clothes. After the two songs, the empty eaves turn to the moon, and the remaining rhyme is still melodious. Wherever there is in the human world, it is commonplace and should be called ordinary. There is a mad visitor in the house, which makes me feel upset and worried. It is reported that the golden hairpin has fallen, the ten fingers are exposed, and the spring bamboo shoots are slender. I have seen it in person, completely defeated Song Yu, and imagined it in the Gaotang Dynasty.
Ci·Man Tingfang
Wojiao has a false reputation and makes a small profit, but he is very busy. Everything is decided in advance, who is weak and who is strong. While I'm still young, let me go and let some of my kids go crazy. In a hundred years, the Pingists were intoxicated, thirty-six thousand times. consider. How much can I do? I am worried about the wind and rain, but half of them hinder me. There is no need to talk about short things and long things to the point of death. Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading and the clouds are high. The south of the Yangtze River is good, thousands of fine wines, and a song that fills the courtyard.
Ci·Man Tingfang
Thirty-three years, whoever survives today is only the king and the Yangtze River. The awe-inspiring cypress trees are both frost-dry and suffering. I heard about the ancient county of Sizhou, on the Yun River and at the pine window of Zhuwu. On the south bank of the Yangtze River, if you don’t send your son away, you would rather cross my country. 搐搐. The sparse rain has passed, the wind dances in the forest, and the smoke covers the clouds. I would like to hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat. Mr. Layman is old and in real dreams, he is relatively useless. The singing and dancing have stopped, the pedestrians have not yet risen, and the boat drums are already beating.
Ci·Shui Tiao Ge Tou
An Shi was in the East China Sea, engaged in the work of "Jingqiu". It's hard to say goodbye to relatives and friends in middle age, but silk and bamboo ease the sorrow of separation. Once he is successful and famous, he will plan to return to the sea from the east and help the sick to go to Xizhou. Yazhi is trapped in Xuan Mian, and his regrets are sent to Cangzhou. As the years go by, we need to plan early and have brown fur. Traveling thousands of miles away from my hometown, I often stay in good places. When I'm drunk and singing, you're in harmony. If I'm drunk, I have to be supported by you. But drinking can make me forget my worries. When Liu Xuande was appointed, he lived in a high-rise building.
Ci·Manjianghong
Sorrows and joys are found together. After the wind and rain, the river is green in spring. The dream of Wu Gorge is empty so far, with mountains and mountains in disorder. It's like Boluan carrying virtue and glory, but the basket and ladle are not enough to clear the joy. Gradually, the brilliance shines on the steps of the courtyard, and the orchid and jade are born. In the deep dream, the song of the heart is conveyed. Where the intestines are broken, it is up to him to continue. Does Wenjun's son-in-law know? He laughs at your humiliation. Don't you see Zhou Nan singing in Hanguang? The master of heaven teaches you to leave the tree. Then the Prime Minister held the piano and the book in his left hand, and stayed in the clouds.
Ci·Manjianghong
From the west of Jianghan, under the high buildings, the grapes are deep and green. It still brings its own, the waves of the clouds, and the spring scenery of the Jinjiang River. You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest who misses you outside the sword. How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently. Jiang Biao's biography, please stop reading. Crazy virgin, what a pity. The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers. Not only did the scholars laugh at the dispute, but Cao Gong and Huang Zu were both confused. I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.
Ci·Manjianghong
In Dongwu Nancheng, the new embankment is solid and the ripples are beginning to overflow. Hidden all over, there are long forests and high mountains, lying on red piles and green piles. The remaining flowers on the branches have been blown away, and I look for you toward the head of the river. Ask forward, how much spring there is, one of three. When will the official affairs be completed? Outside the wind and rain, there are not many days. The Prime Minister flooded the Qushui River, and the whole city fought for it. Don't you see that Lanting is doing a wedding ceremony, and everyone sitting there is very elegant. Up to now, the mountains and shades are covered with bamboos, but there are no traces of them.
Ci·Manjianghong
The clear beauty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely sail is bright and extinguished. The official travel place, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers. Living up to Lin Xiayi's wishes, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed. Hate this life, grow up in separation, add splendor to your hair. A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning. Seeing each other seems like yesterday, many years ago. Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow. Then I went with you to look for the remaining spring on the pond, with flowers like snow.
Ci·Manjianghong
How can the sky be ruthless? Spring is getting warmer, the morning is coming, and there is still light snow. When you come to Yu to form a ribbon in the spring, I should return to Danquan Stone. I'm afraid of missing each other at a different time, drinking a glass of wine, and being separated by clouds and mountains. Everything in the world is difficult to deal with. Even if a person is healthy, his head should be white. Why should I get drunk? Such joy is hard to find. I want to express my regret to the beautiful woman, but my tears have already condensed on my eyelashes. But when Mo Qian and Xin Yan came, the news was gone.
Ci·Returning to the court for joy
I dreamed that the boat was floating and shaking the lake. Snow waves shake the sky, and thousands of hectares of white are white. When I wake up, my eyes are full of Mount Lu, with countless green walls leaning against the sky. This growth continues. I am both a guest from the south of the Yangtze River with you. When I was swimming in my dream, I woke up to enjoy the scenery, and I was throwing shuttles together. Tomorrow the west wind will still hang the seats. Singing my new lyrics brings tears to my eyes. After Lingjun left, the mountains of Chu were empty, and the orchids in Liyang were colorless. Your talent is like a dream. Wuling is located in West Antarctica. Don't sing new songs about Zhuzhi Ci. Who can say that the past and the present are separated.
Chapter·Flowers in the Rain/Night Boating
This year's flower time is deep in the courtyard, the east wind blows in the sun, and the tea smoke is swaying. But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden. The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me. The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you. Autumn is getting late, what's the matter with a branch, it remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing Dynasty merchants had no time for Yu Yan. It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike.
Ci·Qin Yuan Chun
The lights in the solitary hall are green, the chickens in the wild shop are buzzing, and the travel pillow is full of dreams. The moonlight is gathering gradually, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds and mountains are covered with brocade, and the morning dew is clear. The road in the world is endless, but the work and life are limited, just like the mayor of this district. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past. At that time, *** was visiting Chang'an. He is like a young man who first arrived from the two continents. I have thousands of words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, and I am writing to you, Yao and Shun. How can this be so difficult? When I use it to give up, my actions are hidden in me. Why not sit back and watch at leisure. He is tall and strong, but he is still young and has a high reputation.
Ci·Encourage the Golden Boat
The ruthless flowing water has sentimental guests. Advise me as if I had known you before. The cup is in hand and I say goodbye. This justice is rare. On the curved pool, the year and month are written in small characters. Also repairing bamboos in the lush forest, like the Yonghe Festival. The delicate hands are like frost and snow. Laughing and planting autumn flowers. Don't blame me for singing. It’s still a gentle farewell. Soar here and admire the Jade Hall and the Golden Tower. If you want to know how old you will be when you come back, you should have beautiful hair.
Ci·A Cluster of Flowers
This spring the light wax invades the year. The ice and snow break the spring beauty. There is a letter in the east wind, no one can see it, and there is a hint of light and lace in the willows. The cold night is long, the quilt is easy to warm, and the bells and drums are getting clearer and rounder. On the first day of the morning, half of the mountains are contained. The pavilion is lightly smoked. Visitors will make plans to find fragrance, and the little peaches and apricots should have already competed for the first place.
When I am sick and have little love, I am sparse and lethargic, but I love the day and sleep high.
Ci·Magnolia Flower Order
The remaining frost has lost its length and width. Listen to the gurgling sound and clear your throat. A beautiful woman is still singing a drunken man's poem, and forty-three years is like being wiped by electricity. The autumn dew on the grass is slippery. Thirty-five returns twenty-eight. He and Yu are both Shiweng people, but Bodiyue of West Lake is the only one.
Ci·Magnolia Flower Order
Zhijun’s immortal bones are free from cold and heat. We meet again at dusk after a thousand years. Therefore, I would like to say something else to annoy the beautiful woman, but I want to watch the rain on the pear branches. The fallen flowers have been driven back to the wind. Huaben Wuxinying complained privately. On the way home from the Ming Dynasty, I went down to the west of the pond, and there was no place where the orioles were singing and the flowers were falling.
Ci·Magnolia Flower Order
It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight. The soul in the dream is nowhere to be found. The cool night pillow tells me about autumn, and I hear the cold crickets stirring me up. In dreams, time passes. Still drunkenly singing and dancing in Jiangting. There must be someone in front of you to ask your thoughts and thoughts to say goodbye.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
The young man’s eyes are dazzled, but I can see through my nose first. The scarf is drifting in the daphne breeze. The spring dream of banished immortals was awakened. There are jade pistils in the Houtu Temple, and the back of Penglai Hall is red. This flower is clearer and more slender. Whose heart is the wine?
Ci·Xijiang Moon
There are several songs in Zhulan in the small courtyard, and three links with drums in the heavy city. Even more, watch the faint moon turn into light and wind. Go back to the fragrant clouds and dream. The green sleeves are white, and the soap is half inserted in red. The lanterns are scattered in the wine garden. Punch lines fly by the minute.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
I blame this flower branch for complaining and weeping, but I asked you to write a famous poem. The grass and trees are used to record Wu Feng. The subsequent phase is like a cloud in a dream. The sleeve of the pen is stained with drunken ink, and the flower surface is red with shame. Knowing you is because of love. Afraid of seeing this flower stir up.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
When you hear the Tao and hold phoenix belts with both hands, you might as well wear the shark gauze alone. The night fragrance is known to be burned with that person. Looking sadly at the mist curling up in the water. The clouds on the temples are green in front of the wind, and the jade face is red in the drunkenness. Don't spend your poor night in vain. The moon and the beautiful lady meet the officials.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
Longbao is the best product this year, and the valley curtain has treasured springs since ancient times. Xue Ya Shuangjing Powder Immortal. The Miao people came from Beiyuan. The soup is plump and white, and the floating milk is light and round. Who dares to be more beautiful in the world? Get the red window noodles.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
The dream has gone with the flowing water, and the tear towel is still like a fragrant spring. Xiangru is still the immortal. The person is in Yaotai Langyuan. The flowers and mist are misty in the wind, and the song beads are clear and round with dripping water. Mo Mei’s new work is very beautiful. Instant noodles as soon as you return home.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in life. At night, the wind leaves are already singing. Look at the brows and temples. The drunkard often worries that there are few guests, and the moonlight is obscured by clouds. Who is alone with *** during the Mid-Autumn Festival? He looked northward sadly.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
Don’t lament that the plains are falling, and it’s too late to go to Lu. Let me remember your youth. You must believe that life is like mail. Thousands of white hairs are sent to each other, and a hundred deep cups are punished. Why use wine as a pool for swimming? I am drunk with virtue.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
The jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. When Hai Xian was sent to explore Fang Cong. A green-haired phoenix hanging upside down. Even if the face looks pink, it won't fade away after makeup is washed off. The high sentiment has chased the dawn sky. Don’t dream about pear blossoms.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
The shallow waves shine in the wild, and the sky is full of warmth. The obstacles and mud have not solved the arrogance of Yu Cong. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that there is no way to break Qiongyao under the bright moon. Xie'an's head rests on the green poplar bridge. Du Yu heard a spring dawn.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
Three times under the Pingshan Hall, I heard the sound of a snap of my fingers. I haven’t seen the old immortal in ten years. Dragons and snakes were flying on the wall. If you want to pay tribute to the governor, you still sing the spring breeze of the willows. Don't say that everything will turn around in vain. It’s all a dream until I turn around.
Ci·Xijiang Moon
Last night the boat was in Jingkou, now the horse leader is in Chang'an. What is the old official and the new official? There is only Hushan koan. This scene has changed several times over the past century, and it is difficult to describe it. Make your talent make waves. And judge new poems.
Ci·Linjiang Immortal
The thin horse carries two maids from afar, wearing a green scarf and jade belt with red boots. The good thing about Xishan is home. Who would have thought that on Baxia Road, I would see Luocheng flowers. The jade pistils are falling on the face, and the spring sun is setting at the beginning of the world. I haven’t seen Ziyun Che in ten years. The new cave in Longqiu is filled with lead cauldrons to raise cinnabar.
Ci·Linjiangxian
The verses come to sharpen my bluntness, but the blunt awl does not understand the sound. Huanyan relieves my frost. The wine garden brings clear dreams and sleep, and the spring grass fills the pond. I should remember the old man at the foot of the snow hall, who used to collect rue in the past. After becoming famous, he returned home early. When I got back to the car, I saw a thousand chapters in the tree.
Ci·Linjiangxian
I advise Zhang Zhang to go home, but I have never forgotten my feelings. The dusty mind disappears and the mind becomes peaceful. Jiangnan and Saibei, there is no place to go. Zu Dou Geng Sang is really over the top. Ping Jun said it to Nan Rong. I would like to hear that Wuyue reports a good harvest.
If the king asks, it is up to the king to tie his stockings.
Ci·Linjiangxian
Since ancient times, we have had a day off from work, why not sing in a low voice. The sky falls and the clouds return to spring. The person sitting in the middle is half drunk, and the snow will be deep outside the curtain. After hearing that the branch office was crazy about the censor, Ziyun had no way to pursue it. The wind and rain are cold and cold. When I asked the prison chief about his anger, I was suddenly frightened when I saw the crane.
Ci·Linjiangxian
I have forgotten Chengdu for ten years, because you have to think about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River. Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountain, but the solitary guest feels desolate. Sit down and don't worry that you haven't seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back. Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown?
Ci·Linjiang Immortal
Who cares about Li Bai who respects wine? The thatched cottage points to the east of the Yangtze River. The bead curtain is ten miles away and the fragrant wind rolls. Flowers bloom and fade, and there are thousands of separation and hatred. The light boat crossed the river overnight and arrived, laughing and fading in surprise. The voice still has Wu Nong's own voice. At the end of the night, facing the wine shop, I am still dreaming.
Ci·Linjiang Immortal
The four elements have always been everywhere, so there is no doubt about Feng Shui here. Therefore, you should send me new poems. Fragrant flowers bloom in the valley, and cold algae dance in ripples. By having a relationship with Tamagawa, the gods may not miss each other. And send people home with flowing water. The sun is still setting on the top of the building, and the grass dew has stained my clothes.
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