No more nonsense ~
First of all, Li Bai is my favorite poet ~ I always think he must be very handsome ~ but I like his long poems, mostly ancient.
Long March
My hair is newly repaired. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower!
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Thoughts of spring
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Climb Mount Tianmu in my dream.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
In this way, I say goodbye to you. I don't know how long I will leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
Endless longing
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a flower, there is a high sky in the world from the center of the cloud.
Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. Heaven and earth are far away,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,
My once shining eyes are the source of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Invite for a drink
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. !
Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me!
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! !
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! !
Five flower horses, golden jubilee, give them to the boy for good wine, and share the eternal sorrow with you!
Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
complain
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows.
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much?
Clear tone
One (personal favorite)
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
The second is.
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
The third is.
The beauty of beauty and red peony complement each other, and beauty and long flowers are king.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
Drink the moon alone.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Then personally, I like the songs of Qiu Pu, Drinking for the Moon and Bodhisattva Xia, which are popular in the north.
Bodhisattva-level people
The flat forest is vast and smoky. The cold mountain area is sad and melancholy. This color blends into this tall building. Someone upstairs is in a hurry.
Jade steps stand empty. It is urgent to stay at home. Where is the return trip? The long pavilion is shorter.
He has too many, so I won't go into details.
Water threshold sends people's hearts.
Du fu in Tang dynasty
The hut is far away from the hustle and bustle of Chengdu, with a spacious courtyard, no villages around and boundless vision.
Clear water, almost drowning both sides; Green trees and flowers in full bloom in the evening.
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky.
The city is crowded with thousands of people; There are only two Three Lamps District here, and it's free.
cuvette
Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. (In fact, I think poetry itself is usually beautiful, and there will always be such a feeling in it when the key is interpreted, and I always feel uncomfortable ...)
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Bai Juyi (also a favorite poet, but unfortunately his two favorite capitals are the long Song of Eternal Sorrow and Pipa).
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. (I like it here)
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Leave an idea
Don
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. (I love this sentence)
But I personally prefer words ~ mm-hmm. . Nonsense again ...
The following songs are all by Jiang Kui (I think they are so talented! )
ancient official title
In winter in Chen Bing, if you want to stay in Liangxi, you won't be able to do it, because you dreamed of it.
It is easy to leave this world for a long time. See plum branches. I suddenly miss you a few small windows that dreamers carry with them. I have nowhere to find in my dream tonight, wandering around. Cold current invasion unknown.
Wet red hates ink shallow printing. Bao Zheng is empty, and geese fly by. Handsome patrolling the streets is empty, and old trees are inclined. The ship of the old testament, the mind has become wrong. The song "Huai Nan Chun Cao Fu" is popular again. Wandering guests, tears full of skirts.
Don't you want to cry when you see this word? )
Red lips
Winter is not Ding Wei, but Wu Songzuo.
Yan Yan has no intention, and the west bank of Taihu Lake goes with the clouds.
Several peaks are bitter.
It is raining in Shang Lue.
Next to the fourth bridge, I plan to live with you every day.
That's not what happened.
Looking back on the railing, the residual willows danced irregularly.
Quail day
I saw it in the story of Tiaoxi in autumn in Ji You.
Luo Jing has a romantic life.
Why did the wind fall to the Western Jin Dynasty?
Cage shoes are shallower than crow's head socks, knowing that they are Ling Bo's ethereal body.
The red one laughs first, and the green one has long eyebrows.
Spend the poor spring with who?
Yuanyang used to stay alone and turned into a wisp of cloud in the west building.
Tanchun is slow
Grass withers and smoke worries, crows send the sun, and sand winds around Ye Ping.
Brush the snow with a golden whip and bully the cold velvet hat. Remember to walk on the horse.
Who studies for a long time is better than deep in the chest and difficult to write.
When old friends meet, small windows are idle with love stories.
I hate leaving for a long time, but less. When you visit Zhu Xi again, you will have tears in your eyes.
The goose is flat, the fish is scattered, and the old man is unbearable.
Helpless Tiaoxi Moon, according to me, the boat falls to the east.
When I came back, the plum blossoms were messy on the spring night.
Yangzhouman
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey.
Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green.
Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers.
It's getting late and everything is empty.
It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now.
Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate.
The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent.
After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.
Changting Slow Complaint (Lv Zhong Palace)
Blowing out gradually, the branches are fragrant.
This is a family, a green portal.
Far pu lingering, dusk sail messy.
There are many readers, such as pavilion trees.
If trees have feelings, they won't be so green!
At dusk, I looked at the high city and saw countless mountains.
When Lang Wei left, he forgot to pay Xiao Yu.
First, come back early, afraid of red calyx, no one has the advantage.
Without a knife, it's hard to leave sadness.
subtle fragrance
Old moonlight.
Look at me a few times. Bian Mei can play the flute.
Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold.
He Xun is old now and has forgotten.
But strangely, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the incense is cold into the Yao mat.
Jiangguo.
It is silence.
Sighed away, the snow began to accumulate at night.
Cui Zun cries easily.
Red calyx is silent and nostalgic.
Chang Ji once joined hands to crush thousands of trees, making the West Lake cold and blue.
Piece by piece, blow it out, when can I see it?
Cuilou tone (double tone)
The moon is cold and the sand is long, and the dust is clear and the tiger falls. This year was given by Han Chu.
Just turned Hu Buqu, listening to the felt account and Rong Yuan's songs.
The floor is very high.
Look at the winding red column and the green teeth dancing.
People are beautiful.
The powder is fragrant, and the cold wind is fine at night.
Here you are.
It's perfect to have a fairy and hug Suyun Yellow Crane to play with you.
Looking at the jade ladder for a long time, sighing that the grass is growing.
Tianya Wei Qing.
It is heroic to spend money on wine and worry.
Xishanwai
Roll back late, a curtain of autumn colors.
Corner trick
It is very thin in spring.
Why can't we go around the West Lake? There are weeping willows everywhere.
Look at the smoke outside the hole.
Remember to join hands with Jun and Hu.
You haven't been home long.
Early withering, fragrant red thousand acres.
A leaf is ethereal, leaving the palace after thirty-six, and seeing the guests off.
There is still some.
Draw a boat barrier sleeve.
Brothel leans on the fan, and people compete for show.
Cui Qiaoguang is about to slip away.
Ai Gong Huang, now.
It hurts like old spring.
Shake it a little, like wine.
Write Wu Si's own play. Ask who knows, the center of Song, the friend before the flower.
A Piece of Plum (I like this song better than Li Qingzhao's, especially the last sentence of Shang Xiakun)
river
A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering.
When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
The following is Su Shi's ~ ah ah ~ ~ I think this person is absolutely handsome and beautiful, and it also gives people a feeling of wildness. He and Li Bai ~ My God ~ My God! ! ! Two sage like type people! ~
When did the moon begin to appear? (Because I like the preface very much)
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happy to drink, drunk, write this article, have a baby.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. It was difficult to be complete in ancient times, because people had joys and sorrows, and the moon was full of rain and shine. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting
I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right. Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan.
Wine, chest and gallbladder are still open, and the temples are slightly frosty. What are the disadvantages? When will Feng Tang deliver it? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.
"Meng Jiang on the 20th (ten years of life and death)
On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Two poems "Rain after Drinking Chuqing Lake"
( 1)
Welcome guests to the sunrise, and stay drunk at night.
This means Jia Jun won't. One glass is the narcissus king.
I like this one better, and of course it is more famous.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Spring night.
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The pavilion in Song Guanlou is very quiet, and the night in the swing yard is very heavy.
begonia
The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
Youth journey
It snowed outside Yuhang Gate last year.
At the end of spring this year, flowers are blooming like snow, and my home is still not seen.
Invite the bright moon to the wine curtain, and the wind will penetrate the screen window.
Just as Heng E pitied Shuang Yan, he made his feelings clear.
Su Shi ~ ~ ~
Jiang Chengzi (five articles, which add up to a short story ~)
Five Dynasties and Ning (I like him very much, and I recommend going to see Biography of Flower Picking)
(1) the first night with jiao into the bridal chamber, residual makeup, willow eyebrows long. Yuping is like a jade stove. Rectify the cymbals and call Xiaoyu: "Arrange the red candles and wait for Pan Lang."
(2) The wind gives birth to the moon in the bamboo, which makes Qin Zheng look like a cloud. It's hard to hear the horse's neighing when you gently fiddle with the string of the Zheng. Hate and charming alone, "tonight, it's too late to be born."
It's already midnight. The warbler across the street. There seems to be the sound of hooves among the flowers. Embroidery with a smile: gather your hands obliquely to meet the next step.
(4) Welcome Lang into embroidered cymbals, acacia and tie branches. The sideburns are messy, the hair hangs down, and the eyebrows are printed. Yaheng was silent and affectionate, and his delicate hand caressed Lang's skirt.
(5) Yuanyang in the account loves each other and hates the sound of chickens. It's dawn Worried about seeing the street, or saying return. After the riding period, "when the plum blossoms bloom, the bright moon is born."
The following is Xin Qiji's
Xie Shugao in Huanxisha and Zisi Sushan Temple Drama
Today, the pollen is even. Why does Liu frown? The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust.
Self-mockery is like lewdness, and now I am more pregnant with trees. Bored sadness and hatred are new.
Qingpingle villager ju
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like child death (wú) best. I lie in the stream and peel the lotus.
Jade case element Xi
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Li Qingzhao
Pale crimson lips (like the first sentence of the upper and lower que)
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Red lips (last sentence ~)
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing the guests come in, socks and gold hairpin all slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
A slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Zuihuayin
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. (especially people are thinner than yellow flowers ~ they look good after reading them. )
Lou Yuchun Hongmei
Is Hongsu willing to break through Qiongbao and explore the end of the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
(I found that I particularly liked Li Qingzhao's last sentence, which was very, very good ~)
The nearest flower
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. At first, it was freezing, and my eyes were full of plum blossoms. I felt the heart of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
(Here we go again ~)
Cut plums
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers 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.
Qixi Festival
The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad.
Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.
Man Fang Ting
The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
Memory of oral sex on Phoenix platform
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook.
I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou.
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
(Sure enough, sure enough ~ is the last sentence! )
Then the handsome Qin Guan ~
Step on the sand
The fog is gone, and the moon is gone. 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?
Magpie fairy
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. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. 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 people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!
Subtract magnolia
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.
Huanxisha
The desert is light and cold, with small buildings. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
Jiangchengzi
Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Then Chunjiang burst into tears, endless and full of sorrow.
Huanxisha
The brocade account is full of dusk. The picture twists and turns. Why do you hate people and leave home? The dream on the pillow can't fly away, and it feels like the sun is setting. The ground is lined with grass and flowers.
Red lips
Drunk in a canoe, letters flow to the depths of flowers.
The fate of dust is wrong.
I have no intention of living among flowers.
Smoke and water are boundless, and the setting sun is thousands of miles away.
There are countless mountains.
As red as rain.
I don't remember the way you came.
Unlucky handsome guy plus rich wit ~ Li Yu ~ (I love him very much ~)
Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
At the beginning of the evening makeup, there is snow, and the spring palace is filed.
Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress.
Who smells better in the wind, drunk.
Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple.
Autumn warbler
The warbler knows nothing about autumn, but swims through the secluded forest alone.
The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream.
Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground.
Even don't want to stay home, China's sad and sad.
Endless longing
One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums stay, geese fly high, people don't return, and a curtain is idle.
Young mermaid
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Meet you.
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, in order to leave sorrow, the in the mind has a special taste.
Bodhisattva-level people
Penglai pavilion closes the rooftop girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night without words.
Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen.
With a slow smile on her face, I look forward to it infinitely.
Bodhisattva-level people
The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and powerful, and the new sound moves slowly.
Eyes are black, eyes are flowing.
Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious.
No matter how empty the banquet is, the soul will lose its spring dream.
Xi Qian Ying
Xiao Yue falls, Sue,
Silent pillow.
Dreaming of returning to the grassland, thinking of Yiyi,
The sky is far away and the geese are rare.
The songbirds are scattered and the flowers are scattered.
Lonely painting hall deep courtyard.
Red Hugh swept through Iraq,
Leave it to the dancers.
The nearest flower
Walking leisurely in the pavilion at night, at first glance, it is clear, and it hurts the spring dusk early.
Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
It's a dark spring day in Tao Li Yi, who is on the swing, laughing softly.
There are so many hearts in the world that there is no place to arrange them.
magician
Cloud temples, night makeup,
With hateful eyebrows, I am far away.
The fragrant cheeks are tender,
For whom do tears languish?
And Yan Shu and so on. . Many people's are good ~