Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. My fair lady is a gentleman, and leeks flow from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Leisure. Tossing and turning. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Shepherd's purse is uneven, and it is left and right. My fair lady. Music of bells and drums.

The Book of Songs Qin Feng Jiajian

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqi way of looking for people back and forth on the water side is not feasible, and the long-distance search for people back and forth is in the middle of the water.

Very sad, the Millennium is not clear. The so-called Iraqis swim back and forth in the water when the way back and forth is blocked.

Picking the white dew at the end of the nail has become the so-called way for Iraqis to swim around in the water and swim around in the water.

The Book of Songs drummed in the gale.

Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I am rich, but I am still alive.

Sorry, but I believe it.

Zheng Feng Storm in The Book of Songs

The wind is cold, the rain is cold, and the crow outside the window is urgent. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it?

The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman?

The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman?

Shang Yuefu folk songs

Evil! I want to know you, and I will live long. There are no tombs in the mountains and rivers, Lei Zhen in winter and rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are close together, and I dare to die with you!

Thinking in the room

Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

China's poem "Far Morning Altar" (nineteen ancient poems)

Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one? Between water and water, there are no words.

Midnight Song: Yuefu Folk Song in Southern Dynasties

I can't sleep every night, and the bright moon burns. I want to cheer, but I should make a promise in the air.

When I first wanted to know Lang, my two hearts were one. If you put silk into the machine, you won't realize it.

Songs at Four o'clock at Midnight: Yuefu Folk Songs in Southern Dynasties

The spring breeze moved the heart of spring and looked at the mountains. There are many strange forests, and sunny birds spit out crisp sounds.

Flowers in spring forest are more charming, and birds in spring are more sad. The spring breeze is full of love and fascinates me.

Autumn wind enters the window and the curtains flutter. Looking up at the bright moon, sending love thousands of miles.

The deep ice is three feet thick, and the snow is thousands of miles. My heart is like pine and cypress. How do you feel?

Self-love will break up, sigh all day long, miss all day long. My heart is like that flourishing bark tree in spring, getting more and more bitter.

Zhang Dui's Borrowing in Tang Dynasty

You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls. Affection is lingering, and it is tied to a red mattress. My tall building rises from the garden, and my lover holds a halberd in the bright light. Knowing that your heart is like a bright moon, your husband vows to live and die together. Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.

Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family, who hardly grew up, grew up in a boudoir, it was unknown. But once you are elected as a monarch, you can't hide the gift from God. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. I can't help you when the emperor first noticed her and chose her as his bride.

Clouds in her hair, petals on her cheeks, golden ripples in her crown when she moves, hibiscus on a spring night. But the night in spring is very short, and the sun rises too fast. From the beginning, the emperor didn't go to the court early. No time to enjoy the feast, his mistress in spring, his tyrant at night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Pale yellow dust strolls in the wind, Xiao Ying, at the crack of the path of the dagger tower, they cross a cloud line. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital. Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard; . He will stretch the wick to the end, but he still can't sleep. The bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Bai's Sauvignon Blanc

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is like a small mirror flashing on my mat, and the high lights are flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon, alone, like a flower, from the center of the cloud. Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.

The sun is full of lust, and the moon is bright and sleepless. 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, far away, outside the blue sky, in my once sparkling eyes, in the fountain of tears. If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!

"Spring Thoughts" Don Li Bai

The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches. 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? ?

"Resentment" Don Li Bai

How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! . You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much?

Li Bai in Tang dynasty

My hair barely covers my forehead. 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. Fourteen-year-old, your wife, 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. Then when I was sixteen, you left, Qutang.

Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. Every old footprint in front of the door is hidden under 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.

Looking at the moon and thinking about a Tang Zhang Jiuling in the distance

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

A note to a friend in Bei Tang on a rainy night: Li Shangyin.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Untitled Tang Li Shangyin

The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Xiangsitang Wangwei

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Changzhengtang Cui Hao

Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? . Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town. ..

My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang. You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met.

Jiangnan Qutang Yili

Since I married a Qutang businessman, he has not kept his promise every day. If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.

In my heart forever Tang Wang Changling

A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.

Farewell, Tang Dumu.

Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.

Lisi (IV) Tangyuan Town

Once upon a time, it was hard for the sea to last forever, amber forever. 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.

Acacia Tang Liye

Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Playing acacia, the string broke for a while.

The title of Chengnan Village is Hu.

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. People don't know where to go. Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Zhuzhici Yuxi, Liu Tang

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, sunny on the road.

Song Liu Yong's Butterfly Lovers

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

"Dead Hua Lian" Yan Songshu

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountain is very long and the water is very big!

"Philip Burkart" Song Yan Dao Ji

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. After the flood, where can I send books? Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone.

I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.

Qing ping le song Yan Shu

The fine print says that business is flat, geese are in the clouds, and fish are in the water. It's hard to feel this way. The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.

Fairy Pass of Queqiao

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. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Butterfly Lovers Song Ouyang Xiu

How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Magnolia officinalis Shu

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Xin Qiji's Jade Case in Yuan and Song Dynasties

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars and incense filled the road.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Song He Zhu's Jade Case

Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle. Who is the golden flower?

Qiao Yue Garden, a Zhu Hu with a locked window. Only spring knows this place. Feiyun Ran Ran died at dusk. The new topic of crayons is heartbreaking sentences. If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

Yu Lin Song Ling Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

"Fishing" Jinyuan is curious.

Preface: Taihe was ugly at the age of five, so he went to try Bingzhou and said that every goose catcher had a cloud; "Today, Dan won a wild goose and killed it. The person who broke the net lamented that he couldn't go, but he jumped underground and died. " Because it was bought, it was buried on Fenshui, and it was known by the stone, so it was called Qiu Yan. At that time, most of my peers were chanting poems, and there were also "Qiu Yan Ci". There is no palace affairs in the old works, but it has been changed today.

Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow?

Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.

"Fishing" Jinyuan is curious.

Taihe Middle School has celebrities and children. Some people threw themselves into the water with their feelings, and officials tracked them down, but there was nothing to see. After that, the person who stepped on the lotus root could see two bodies in the water, and the clothes could be checked, but it was white. It is another year in which the lotus flowers are in full bloom, without exception. When the water was clear, the judge made a record for Li, John said. This song is Yuefu's Double Bitterness. "The mouth contains five-color ganoderma lucidum, which is fragrant and nine-pronged; Swallow the dew of three dangers, spring moves seven emotions ",which is the preface in Han Wo's Fragrant Collection.

Ask lotus root how much silk it has, and lotus knows who it is suffering for. Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family. It has been allowed. If you don't teach, you will live; if you teach, you will die.

The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.

Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. It's painful to pitch in the middle today. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess. Acacia Time flies and the west wind is unprovoked. Blue boat lives less. I'm afraid to mention wine again, and my red skirt is half hanging and I'm lying in the wind and rain.

"The operator answers the stone"

Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far as the sky. Qian Qian didn't do anything, which made people even sadder. If you want to see it for no reason, it's hard to fight. If there is no fate in the last life, we will meet again and bless the next life.

Zuihua Song Yin Qingzhao

The fog is thick and the clouds worry about the water, and the mind is refreshed and the golden beast disappears. 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.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Li Zi Gan Song Qingzhao

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.

Song Ouyang Xiu's "Health Mistakes"

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

"Linjiang Xianzi" Song Yan Dao Ji

After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

"operator" Song Li Zhiyi

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Zhong Xiujie Yuan Guan Yunshi

Sitting by the cloud window, leaning on the moon pillow, listening and counting, worrying about the morning after four o'clock.

Four more feelings are not enough, and the night flies.

God, what's the harm in having more boudoir?

Xu Yuan's Rethinking of "Two Tones Around the Beam and Curved Chun Qing"

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.

There is a lingering fragrance here, and the beloved doesn't know where to go.

When is the most violent time when the symptoms of lovesickness come? It's when the light is half dark and the moon is half bright and half bright.