Lotus picking list (double tone)
Moonlight harvest, the clouds are light and the wind is light. Western expedition, I feel bitter this time. Cui E sent Qi Lin by hand and rolled Zhu Hu again. Thousands of charming faces, Ying Ying stood, speechless with tears, heartbroken, struggling to endure censorship.
One-leaf orchid floats, and then you row to Ling Bo. Greedy, I don't know how to stay in the mood, so many square inches, but hate, who speaks the same language. More answered, the heavy city is not seen, the horizon of the cold river, and the smoke trees are two or three.
Yingchunle (Lin)
I've been haggard recently. For parting and acacia. I owed you in my last life. It's hard to solve.
A good night lasts forever, and you can't be attached to it. In the brocade quilt, the fragrance is still there. You can't rely on the front light, and you are willing to pity and coquetry.
Complain (Lin)
Draw a corner loudly. Urged to cover the vermicelli door. I can't bear to lean against the dangerous fence, and my heart is broken.
The year is getting late and the geese are empty. Ask for no reason. My heart is broken, tears are hard to collect, and it is dusk.
Chrysanthemum New (Lv Zhong Tune)
Trying to hide the fragrance. Gather moths first, and the night is short. Advise the young man to go to bed first and spend his honeymoon to keep warm.
After a while, I put away the remaining needle and thread. Take off your clothes and feel free. Keep the headlights on and wait to see Yi Jiao's face.
Looking at the moon in Korea (flat tone)
Moon, moon, moon. There are still things to do. Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to.
The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season. The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting.
Walk back and forth (level tone)
This is the first time to celebrate the Lantern Festival. Feel sleepy in spring. Moonlight and the moon wander around. Tourists are tired of gathering.
Rely on the flower girl Raise a glass to thank you, drinker, poetry lover. I can't help smelling incense. Let's sing and go home.
Yan (flat tone)
Brocade editing is meaningful. Words are worth a thousand dollars. Play it once and sing it once. The intestines are knotted and tears are streaming down her face.
Youhuan is far from the early stage, don't worry, but now. The secret is to send sweet notes by returning geese. Afraid of being left out, old heart.
Red Window Listening to Music (Lv Xian Tune)
As peeling skin as red as jade. There are many correct measures. Two years old and three years old, sleeping together. Show tenderness and sincerity.
Farewell is nothing more than a beautiful night forever. How to lead the service to fame and fortune is uncertain. This is in the heart of Iraq, but it is bad luck.
Linjiangxian (Lv Xian tune)
Mink shattered the dawn of the capital and embraced heaven and man. The horse shakes the golden bridle and breaks the incense dust. Pot pulp is all over the road, which is a happy spring.
Yangzhou used to be a tourist attraction, and the flower diameter of the wine table still exists. Feng Xiao still smells in the middle of the month. Wang Jing's soul dreams. He should know Lingyun.
Minus Magnolia (Lv Xian Tone)
Naughty mind, eyes like willow leaves. Lang is like a gossamer who often stumbles. Those who are trapped unintentionally have pity. Embroidery thread and gold needle don't like to wear.
Deep chamber banquet. Strive for more gathering and parting on a good day. Green lock window. A few days of spring worries wasted orchestral strings.
Partridge sky (level tone)
Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.
Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should only move on and love mandarin ducks.
Yan (Lv Zhong tune)
Light shoe cover crimson yarn. Sound transmission is expensive and painful. The voice is still trembling but not charming. Seeing Chad, two souls disappeared.
It is hard to miss being in a hurry, but it is also boring to go home. If rain and clouds are in harmony. It seems to be noise.
Ten poems by Li Qingzhao
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Red crisp is willing to beat Qiong Yao to pieces. The exploration south branch has not been fully opened. I don't know how much incense I used, but I can see that it is infinite.
The Taoist priest languishes at the bottom of the spring window. Dull, dry and sad. If you want a drink, you can come and have a rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
Yujiaao
Spring is known in the snow. Cold plums are moist and delicate. Face half open, charming and moving. In court. Jade bath new makeup.
Nature may be intentional. So, teach the bright moon a little more exquisitely. * * * The reward is Shen's green ant. Don't stop getting drunk. This flower is not comparable to the flowers in the group.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
In the heavy snow every year. I often indulge in plum blossoms. It's no good running out of plum blossoms. Win clothes and clear tears.
This year, the ends of the earth. Flowers grow on the temples. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Nangezi
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Cold pillow with tears. Let's talk about Luo Yi again. What a night this is.
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather, old clothes Only when feelings are different from those in my hometown.
well
Always remember the sunset in Xiting. Shen Zui doesn't know the way home. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. Fight for crossing. Fight for crossing. Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
well
The rain stopped suddenly last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Guess what? Guess what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Huanxisha
The idle window in the yard is deep in spring. The heavy curtains didn't roll and sink. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.
The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows and rains lightly. The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.
Huanxisha
Idle spring and cold weather. The jade stove is full of water and smoke. Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.
Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and the rivers and seas have crossed the willow cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.
a plum blossom
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 geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Tears wet Luo clothes full of powder. "Four Folds at Yangguan", sung all over Qian Qian. The long mountain of humanity is broken again. Mix Yuwei Wengu Hall
Farewell, hurt, confused. Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai.
Ten Poems by Yan Shu
Huanxisha
The typhoon waves are far away and the autumn is obvious. Concentrate on the whole thing. If you want to leave, stay late.
The moon is a lonely pillow dream, and the wine column is empty. The mood at this time is regretful.
Huanxisha
In March, the wind filled the forest. Peony is enchanting and straightforward. The nasty weather and chun yin.
Turn around and blush for me. Who will pay for the rosewood heart? Love must be hidden deep in the glass.
Huanxisha
A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Huanxisha
The scent of Polygonum hydropiper is very strong on the shore. Green waves and spring water flow eastward. Small boats are easy to chase.
The fisherman woke up and dialed again, but Yuanyang flew away and turned back. A cup of pin will make your eyebrows sad.
Huanxisha
Light clothes. The fairy looks good. Things get ugly when old feelings are not over.
Idle dreams are lonely and dark, and I hate to draw curtains without news. And left a pair of tears to say acacia.
Genglouzi
There are many flowers and shallow mountains. An inch's eye is like scissors. The sun is always red, and the feast is blooming. Darkness follows the fairy.
Stop the sound of clouds and return to the snow sleeve. Jan Liu Yingchun. I only gave my eyes and eyebrows. Who knows this?
Genglouzi
The cold is high, and the fairy dew is full. Autumn enters the milky way. Hospitality, eyebrows raised. When will the prime of life last?
Bao Zheng tone, soft sleeves. Smash the ebony board in the painting hall. Don't refuse to get drunk. Life is more about parting.
Dianjiangchun
The dew is high, and Jason Wu Palace is full of autumn. The painting hall is open. A song beaded with beads.
There are clouds in the sky, and I want to go to Ningxiang. Smoke came out of the stove. Gather all the moths in the sound of heartbroken.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Spring flowers and autumn grass. Just old people. Always sweeping Qianshan's eyebrows. Don't worry too much if you don't arrive.
Advise you to drink the golden cup of green wine. Don't worry about the sound of silk and bamboo. Rabbits can't fly, but life comes back three times.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Qiu Guang in the evening, the small restaurant began to hold a banquet. The leaves of the forest are still red. After the rain, the yard was covered with moss.
Xiao Niang advised me to be Jin Yan. Sing new words diligently. What is life without drinking when you are old?
Fifteen songs of Qin Guan
Jasmine music
What do you know about calamus leaves? Only bees are beautiful. Rain, sunshine and pink are all blooming. Show a little, delicate and yellow.
It was hit by a storm long ago. More spring * * *, the sunset is old. How can it smell good? Give it a bee hug.
Queqiaoxian
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Insect singing exposes the autumn pillow. Luo Wei's tears wet the mandarin duck brocade. It's cold lying alone. I hate dragons.
The evil wind blows the green curtain. The rain is astringent and the snuff is black. I can't sleep after all. Crows crow, and golden wells cool.
Subtract Mulan
Endless hatred. Lonely and desolate people don't ask. Want to see the ileum. Cut off the fragrance of the small seal in the golden furnace.
Moths grow very long. Let the spring breeze blow. Trapped in a dangerous building. I'm worried about everything Hong Fei says.
lily magnolia
Qiu Rong is in Furong Hospital. She is old and exhausted. Frost flowers on the grass are as uniform as grass. The west building promotes the wine glass to be deep, but the wind pressure embroidered curtain is not fragrant.
Jade fiber grass all silver Zheng goose. When the tea is red, the golden duck is warm. At the age of 20, China appointed Xifeng, who has a unique spring red face.
Huatangchun
Drop the red floor and cross the pool. It's sunny and rainy. The apricot orchard is withered, and the cuckoo is singing. Helpless spring return.
Outside the willow, the building is unique, and the flowers are twisted by hand. The flowers are silent to the oblique light. Who knows this hate?
Red autumn ear
In shallow water, outside the bar, the early spring in the suburbs quietly receded. The flowers on the branches, under the beautiful light of the lights, are like the ground and bounce slightly. Liu Ying's flowers, the lightness turns, are heard too fast and too thin. Oh, wandering alone, worrying that the wine is getting thinner, it is rare to get drunk. Missing day after day, body and mind have been burned to ashes.
Friends and friends, all the way to obstruct, in front of the Long Yun garden, late evening, relative. Back in those days, Kestejun-only went to Xichi for a grand meeting, and was in high spirits for a while, driving a relaxed Chinese BMW. Unexpectedly, the sudden change, now, see people walking hand in hand, how many are not happy? Ah, the ship goes around the sun and the moon, and the dream is broken, only the bronze mirror, and the blushing face is gone. In spring, there are thousands of fallen flowers, and the ones that should fall fall, leading the melancholy, such as the sea, pushed by the tide.
Tasha shop
Fog loses the balcony, and the moon passes through the maze. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?
A butterfly in love with flowers
A glimpse of Shuang Yan language at dawn. Like beautiful women, * * * cherish the dusk of spring. The weather is so sunny. It may have been raining.
There is no place to ask when the water falls. Only Feiyun and Ran Ran will come and go. Drink to persuade Yun Yun to stay. You blocked the way home in spring.
Put down the rope
Huayang flies in the air all day, but it is difficult to stay for a long time. Although the tide is temporary, it has a place to rely on.
Purple houses are blue, and clouds are roads. The good phase will come back. Ken, as if giving her fickle fortune, is more windy and knows least about flowers.
Ugly slave
Wake up at night, awake and dreamless, full of troubles. Dewdrops are light and cold. The rain beat lotus's tears.
Beauty doesn't sound like dust, and it's hard to slim down. The moon has no reason. Room 12 has passed the Red Chamber.
Like a dream (5)
Crows crow outside the door, and willows are outside. Spring is like wine. I feel fragrant when I sleep and my wrist is invincible. Thin. Thin. It's not too late to fade.
Dreaming (5-2)
The night is as heavy as water. The wind system is deep and closed. The dream breaks the mouse and peeps at the lamp, but the frost sends Han Xiao to invade. No sleep. No sleep. Ma Si people outside.
Dreaming (3 out of 5)
After the dream was broken in a hurry. Make-up powder will stain the sleeves. I want to wake up with wine, but I can't. Looking back. Looking back. Sunset surrounds the sparse willows on the shore.
Like a dream (4 out of 5)
The sunset outside the building is full of red. Half of spring will be in wicker. Peach and plum can't help looking back and feeling lost. Heartbroken. Heartbroken. People are far apart.
Dreaming (5/5)
Where is the spring water on the pool? There are fallen flowers everywhere. The lonely pavilion is silent, and the dream breaks the moon embankment road. Not in the mood. Not in the mood. It's even stormy outside the curtain.
Ten poems by Su Shi
Xijiangyue (heavy wine)
Mao Mao rain on the floor. There are many lakes outside the river. At that time, the circus was in Dongxu. Nanpu is bleak today.
Don't hate yellow flowers. And teach red powder to help each other. You don't have to look at dogwood. Sell the world to the present and the present.
Xijiangyue (tea talk)
Belon is a masterpiece this year, and the valley curtain has been a precious spring since ancient times. Snow bud scattered fairy two wells. Miao people come from Beiyuan.
The soup is full of white hair, and the floating flower milk is light and round. Who dares to compete for beauty on earth? Fight for red window powder.
Xijiang month
If you don't dream with running water, your tears are still fragrant. Xiangru is still a fairy. People are in Yaotai, Yuen Long.
Flowers and fog are lingering in the wind, while songs and beads are dripping and clearing. The new work of moth eyebrow is very beautiful. I'll see you when I get back from riding.
Xijiang month
It's a big dream in the world, and the autumn is crisp. At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.
Xijiangyue (prepare for sending money)
Don't lament the fall of the plain, it's too late to go to Shandong. I remember my childhood with you. You have to believe that life is like sending.
White hair and a thousand stems are sent, and deep cups are punished. Why do you want to use wine as a pool to shoot floats? I am drunk for Junde.
Xijiangyue (plum blossom)
Jade bone's melancholy fog has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy sent out to explore the fragrant bush. Hang the green hair upside down.
Plain face turns pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high spirits disappeared without a trace. Don't dream with pear flowers.
Linjiangxian (seeing Wang Jian off)
I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to think twice because of your arrival. Farewell today, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know whether my hometown is good or not. I have been wandering for a long time, and I am not in my daily life, lonely and indifferent.
The sadness and melancholy there, you won't know, is already my Aika, no longer too sad. Today's host gave you a farewell dinner, I hope you like it. My body seems to have been displaced like others. Where can it be my hometown?
Linjiangxian
Who is pregnant with Li Bai? The thatched cottage points to Jiangdong. The bead curtain is full of fragrant wind. Flowers bloom and fall, and everyone hates them.
Brother Guang crossed the river overnight, and at that time he was surprised and laughed. The voice still comes from wunong. In the dead of night, the wine is still in the dream.
Linjiangxian
The spring of the nineties has passed, and I am too busy to chase you. Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow. The rain turns over the elm pod array and the wind turns over the willow ball.
Mr. Yuen Long must blame himself. Flat peaches have a history of 1000 years. I don't know what the world is like. Dong Huang is not at home, and he is willing to stay for the sake of making it.
Linjiangxian (Feng Shui Zuo Dong)
The big four are never full, so there is no doubt about the feng shui here. So, you have to send me new poems. Fragrant flower valley, cold algae dance
If you lend Yuchuan two armpits, the immortal may not be lovesick. Then send people back with running water. After sunset, grass dew stained clothes.
Good things happen (on the lake)
When it rains on the lake, the autumn water has gone to half. Zhu looked down at the cold mirror and looked down at it again.
When you are drunk, you will drop a white nylon towel, and the wind will overflow Ryutsuki. Go home alone in a boat and let the smoke and waves drift.
Five Poems by Zhou Bangyan
Red lips (Lv Xian)
At the beginning of the ride, the restaurant should not let Song go. Liuting Lianpu. Look all over Jiangnan Road.
Hate the sunset, Ran Ran urges people to go. Empty comments. Light smoke horizontal elements. I don't see a whip.
Complain about your feelings (business tone)
Apricots come out of the forest and fall into a golden plate. Soft teeth are afraid of tasting acid. Unfortunately, it's half broken and blue, and it still has a small lip Dan.
In the south, I have nothing to do. The rain is full of stains. Needless to say, a spring wound is all between the eyebrows.
Complain about your feelings (business tone)
The pavilion in front of the levee has not thawed at noon. Wild geese can't walk when the wind is tight. Find the old road again, and the velvet hat goes north.
Believe in the future and don't leave for too long. Alienated feelings hurt. The wind turns over the wine curtain, and the cold condenses the tea smoke, where is the fragrance.
Hurt resentment (Lin Zhong)
The wind on the branches is getting weaker and weaker. Look, crows come at dusk. It's dusk again and the door is closed.
Jiangnan people have a long way to go, but their worries have come first. Afraid of seeing a lonely lamp, frost and cold urge you to go to bed early.
Like a dream (Lv Zhong Siqing)
The dust is full of embroidery. Tears wet the red wrinkled scarf. The front edge of the first warmth is lighter, and the waist is lighter than that of Wuchang Guanliu. A long day. A long day. Drinking wine and sleeping by the window in the afternoon.
Dream (Lv Zhong Siqing No.2)
It's far outside the door. Who sent Lang Bianzhi? After the storm in the lane, the wet flowers flew away face to face. Not in the mood. Not in the mood. Stealing jade at leisure.
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