(Song) Li Qingzhao
Living as an outstanding person,
Death is also a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu,
Refuse to cross the river east.
Divorce poems
Zuo Fen
Kneel down. Suddenly overdue.
Vivi is far away. When do you worship?
The province gives advice. Looking for mourning words.
As if to make the instrument. I can't help myself.
When will it be served? Recreation in books and poems.
A slow voice
Li Qingzhao
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 and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence?
2. Poetess Ban Zhao: Han, Ban Chao's sister.
Masterpiece: Continue to write Han Shu. Tang Wan: Lu You's cousin and wife.
Masterpiece: Hairpin Phoenix is weaker than the world and worse than human feelings, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are residual, the mood is silent, and it is difficult to speak alone.
Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, and the night was dim, so people were afraid to ask, but tears filled them.
Hide, hide, hide! Cai Yan: Cai Wenji, daughter of Cai Yong in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Hu Jia's eighteen beats: the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty was raging year after year. During his escape, he was captured by Hungary and exiled to the Great Wall. Later, he married Zuo and gave birth to two children.
She spent twelve spring and autumn years outside the Great Wall, but she missed her hometown all the time. Cao X pacified the Central Plains, made peace with the Huns, and sent evil messengers to redeem Moon Hee with a large sum of money, so he wrote the famous long poem "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", describing her life's misfortunes.
Qin Ge has editions such as Big Hu Jia, Little Hu Jia and Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia. Although the tunes are different, they all reflect the extremely contradictory and painful feelings that Cai Wen missed his hometown and could not bear to be separated.
Music euphemistically mourns and tears the liver and intestines. Xue Tao, a poetess in the Tang Dynasty, was called a school book for girls. He sang with Yuan Zhen, a famous poet at that time, and his strength was good.
Masterpiece: Ode to Wu Tong's poem (written at the age of eight): Except for an ancient tung, the court rises into the clouds; The branches welcome birds from north to south, and the leaves are sent with the wind. Zhuo Wenjun: Han's wife.
Masterpiece digital poetry: A farewell, the two places are linked together, only in March and April. Who knows that in May and June, the lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-part essay can't be passed down. The nine chains have been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need. I am helpless and blame you. A thousand words can't be finished, and I'm bored to see the lonely goose for nine days. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is crowded with people, and in July and a half, people burn incense and ask for heaven. In June, everyone shook my heart.
Pomegranate is like fire in May, with cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.
Falling and falling, the kite string was broken in February, alas! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life. The story of Zhuo Wenjun eloping with Sima Xiangru is a household name.
Xie Daowen: Xie An's niece "Yong Xu Cai" is a Sri Lankan. Masterpiece: Mountaineering is high in the east and beautiful in the sky.
The middle of the rock is empty, lonely and mysterious. Without work and craftsmanship, clouds constitute nature.
How's the weather? So I moved again and again. If you die, you will stay in Sri Lanka. You can do your best.
Ban Jieyu, the daughter of a noble family, has no talent. After Han proclaimed himself emperor, she was named Jieyu. Zhao was jealous of Ban Jieyu's talent after being favored by his sisters. Ban Jieyu was afraid of danger for a long time and sought to serve the Empress Dowager in Changxin Palace. The poem "Poem of the Fan" should have been written in Changxin Palace. This little poem is fresh and sentimental, but it is euphemistic and implicit, and there is a kind of resentment without anger. "Poem of the Group Fan" is fresh and clean as frost and snow.
Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon. In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat. If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Cao Pi, the virgin queen, claimed to be the emperor, and then spoiled and slandered the virgin queen. Since then, she has fallen out of favor. Regardless of the identity of the queen, I read a wife's deep and regretless cry about her husband's lovesickness in Shangtang. What the poor virgin finally waited for was just a dead order from xelloss. Even after his death, he covered his face with his hair, gagged his mouth with chaff, and insulted and abused the body.
Above the Pond was born in my pond, but its leaves are separated. You can be kind, but I know.
Everyone says that gold separates you. When I miss you coming to me, when I am alone, I often feel very sad.
I want to see your color, and I feel sad. Thinking of you is often bitter and sad, and I can't sleep at night.
When Yang Di was in office, Mrs. Hou built many tall buildings, which trapped thousands of beautiful women in the world. Mrs. Hou is one of thousands of maids who have never seen the Emperor Yang Di in their lives. Mrs. Hou finally hanged herself and died, a beautiful talented woman in vain, leaving only a few ethereal and elegant poems for later generations to read and use. "Spring Looking at Plum" never disappears when the snow is made, and the shutters wrinkle when they are closed.
Mei Ting has pity on me. Let's look at her branches first. Mrs. Hua Rui: First, she was Meng Changjun's beloved princess, and then she was recruited into the palace by Zhao Kuangyin.
Masterpiece: When the Song Dynasty destroyed Shu, only 10,000 troops were used, but 140,000 soldiers in Shu almost surrendered without fighting. Mrs. Huarui went into exile with Meng Chang and spent the night in Jiameng Station. Feeling the sadness of the country's ruin and death, she wrote this poem "Picking Mulberry Seeds" on the wall of the museum. However, due to the urging of the army, she was only half-hearted, just a word and a tear. "Picking Mulberry Seeds" will be broken from the heart of Shu Dao at first, full of hatred.
Spring is like a year, and I immediately smell the cuckoo from time to time. Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin longed for Mrs. Huarui's talent for a long time, summoned her and ordered her to write a poem. Mrs. Huarui wrote this poem full of the hatred of national subjugation and the thought of the old country.
Legend has it that Mrs. Huarui's final destination was brought into the harem by Zhao Kuangyin, and she has always been loved. If so, it will be a happy ending for a woman with a bumpy fate. "Poem of National subjugation" hangs a flag in the city, and I learned it in the palace.
One hundred and forty thousand people are Xie Jiaren, and none of them are men. Tang Wan: Lu You's cousin and wife.
Masterpiece: Hairpin Phoenix is weaker than the world and worse than human feelings, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are residual, the mood is silent, and it is difficult to speak alone.
Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, and the night was dim, so people were afraid to ask, but tears filled them.
Hide, hide, hide! Xue Tao, a poetess in the Tang Dynasty, was called a school book for girls. He sang with Yuan Zhen, a famous poet at that time, and his strength was good.
Masterpiece: Ode to Wu Tong's poem (written at the age of eight): Except for an ancient tung, the court rises into the clouds; The branches welcome birds from north to south, and the leaves are sent with the wind. Zhu: A famous poetess in the Song Dynasty, a well-known talented woman, who is good at poetry and songs, was of course selected.
Masterpiece: Heartbroken Collection has been handed down from generation to generation. Ai Guo's "desperate words" have several shortcomings, but they are not enough.
Life is like a dream, and death is something. Sorry, I left my family first and lost my filial piety.
Sadness can't be sad, you can mourn. Most of the official women in the Ming Dynasty came from innocent families in Beijing. Once elected to the palace, it means that life and death with your family will never be seen again. Moreover, the court in the early Ming Dynasty followed the tragic martyrdom system of the Yuan Dynasty. Ai Guo, an official daughter, was martyred only 20 days after she entered the palace. "Desperate Speech" was written at the end of her life, with tears and tears, saying goodbye to her parents. Since then, the soul has disappeared.
Emperors of past dynasties kept beautiful women for their own selfish interests.
3. The poetess's classic poem "Sorrow Poem One" (excerpt) Han Caiwenji lost power and influence in the Han Dynasty, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos.
If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself.
Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun.
The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break.
There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it.
Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten.
There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak.
Frustration leads to death, surrender leads to death. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you.
How can I cherish my life? I can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one.
The study is sad and the night is sad. You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live.
It is a misfortune for people with pale faces. This is a narrative poem, which vividly reproduces his tragic experience after the chaos in the late Han Dynasty and writes the blood and tears of the plundered people.
It truly records what happened to ordinary people during the chaos in the late Han Dynasty, and is full of accusations of blood and tears. This sad and angry poem is easy to understand, passionate and sour, and you can understand its meaning and feel its emotions without too much translation and revision.
Cai Wenji described the human tragedy in a turbulent society in a rough way, which is touching. A Gift for the Neighbor Tang Yuxuan is too shy to cover his sleeves in the sun, and he is too lazy to put on makeup in spring.
It's easier to find priceless treasure than to have a lover. Tears are hidden on the pillow, and flowers are heartbroken.
You can spy out why Song Yu hates Wang Chang. Therefore, one of the four great female poets in the Tang Dynasty, Gift to Neighbor is her masterpiece. "It is easy to seek priceless treasure, but difficult to have a lover" has become a famous sentence throughout the ages. A poetess always has the deepest feelings for love.
This poem compares priceless treasure to having a lover and expounds women's attention and pursuit of love; Rare and easy to seek contrast, showing the difficulty and pain of love pursuit. The whole poem is sad in style and profound in meaning.
Don Xue Tao and Bloom have different appreciation of flowers in The Poem of Spring Hope, and flowers have different sorrows. Ask acacia, when flowers bloom and fall.
Tie the grass together and you will know the sound. Spring sorrow is broken, and spring birds mourn again.
The wind and flowers will grow old, and the courtesy will return. If you are not United, you will be United.
That can be full of flowers and translated into two kinds of acacia. Jade chopsticks hang in the mirror, and the spring breeze knows.
Xue Tao was also a talented woman in the Tang Dynasty, and her talent played an important role among the star-studded poets in the Tang Dynasty. Beauty has been unlucky since ancient times, and Xue Tao's life is quite bumpy.
This poem of a longing for spring is her masterpiece. The whole poem is full of emotion, and the first four sentences describe Bloom's falling flowers and express his lovesickness. Spring is fleeting, bosom friends are hard to find, and the passage of time makes Xue Tao very sad. The dream of "one heart and one mind" is shattered, it is hard to find a bosom friend, and it is so painful to be confused in an instant.
Liu Caichun in Tang Dynasty didn't like Qinhuai River, so he didn't want to go aboard. It has been many years since I took my son's husband.
Third, don't be a businessman's wife. Chai Jin should be a moneymaker. Looking at the estuary, I mistook several boats.
Fourth, I only stayed in Tonglu on the day of parting that year. Tonglu people disappear, and now they get Guangzhou books.
Liu Caichun was known as "ancient Teresa Teng", and Liu Caichun was an influential female artist at that time, especially good at singing. She was "gentle, charming and personable". Her Qu has 120 songs, which shows her popularity at that time.
This group of "mourning ballads" is simple but sincere, showing the sincere feelings of women looking forward to going home, which is moving. Tang Liye in Eight Arrivals is a clear stream from near to far, from deep to shallow.
As high as tomorrow, the closest relatives are husband and wife. Ye Li was a famous poetess in the Tang Dynasty, and Liu Changqing, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, called her "the daughter of a female middle school".
Ye Li is romantic by nature, plays the piano well and works rigorously. She is good friends with Lu Yu and Sheng Jiaoran. This song "August solstice" is Ye Li's masterpiece.
What is written is simple and true, with profound dialectics and philosophical meaning. Structurally speaking, the author has set up layers of clouds, and the first three sentences are just a formality, mainly leading to the last sentence, "the closest relatives are to the sparse husband and wife", which is extremely cold and harsh.
4. What are the famous female poets in ancient times? 1. Li Qingzhao:No. Yi Anju, Han nationality, born in Jinan, qi zhou (now Zhangqiu District, Jinan City, Shandong Province).
A poetess in Song Dynasty, a representative of graceful and restrained ci school, was known as "the first talented woman in the ages". Li Qingzhao was born in a scholarly family and had a good life in his early years. Her father Li has a rich collection of books, and she has laid a literary foundation in a good family environment since she was a child.
After marriage, she and her husband Zhao Mingcheng devoted themselves to the collection and arrangement of calligraphy and painting stones. Nomads from the central plains, south, lonely situation.
In the lyrics, he wrote more about his early leisure life, his later life experience and sentimental mood. In form, it makes good use of line drawing, forms its own school and has beautiful language.
2, Tang Wan: Also known as Wan, the word Huixian, was born in Shaoxing, Zhejiang. Tang Wan is the only daughter of Tang Hong in Tongguan, Zhengzhou. Her mother is Li Shiyuan, and her grandfather is Tang Yi, a scholar and young man in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
Tang Wan grew up quiet, witty and smart. The Lujia once took an exquisite heirloom, Feng Chai, as a keepsake and got engaged to the Tang family. 3. Cai Wenji: Wenxi, also known as Evonne.
The year of birth and death is unknown. A native of Pixian County, Chenliu County in the Eastern Han Dynasty, she was the daughter of Cai Yong, a great writer in the Eastern Han Dynasty.
The first time I married Wei Zhongdao, my husband died and went home. Later, due to the invasion of Xiongnu, Cai Yan was abducted by Xiongnu Zuo, married to Xiongnu, and gave birth to two children. Twelve years later, Cao Cao unified the north, redeemed Cai Yan with a large sum of money, and betrothed her to Dong Si.
4. Zhuo Wenjun: Originally named Hou Wen, Lin Qiong (now Qionglai City, Chengdu City, Sichuan Province) was a talented woman in the Han Dynasty. One of the four talented women in ancient China and one of the four talented women in Sichuan.
Zhuo Wenjun is the daughter of Zhuo Wangsun, a giant iron smelting merchant in Shu County. She is beautiful, proficient in melody, good at playing the piano, and has a literary name. The love story between Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru, a famous scholar in Han Dynasty, is still talked about by people.
She also has many excellent works, such as Ode to a Bald Head, in which "We are willing to be United as one, and the bald head will not part" is a classic sentence. 5. Su Hui: Zi Lan Ruo, one of the three talented women in Wei and Jin Dynasties, is a master of palindrome poetry. Her masterpiece is just a brocade embroidered with different colors of silk thread.
According to Biography of Women in the Book of Jin, he was born in Shiping (now Sufang Village, Wugong County, Shaanxi Province) and was good at writing articles. There is a girl named Huizi Lan Ruo in Wugong Sufang, who is the third girl of Su Dao, the magistrate of Chenliu County.
Lan Ruo was very clever at an early age and learned to read at the age of three. He studied poetry at the age of five, painting at the age of seven, embroidery at the age of nine and brocade at the age of twelve.
By the age of 30, she was already a beautiful scholar, and there was an endless stream of suitors, but all she said were mediocre people, and no one was attracted by Su Hui. She married Tao Dou of the Qin Zhou Secretariat.
5. Which poetess writes beautiful poems (words)?
Hate rain. Recent flowers called their relatives and spent the whole night with little joy.
Now haggard, just make people pregnant, pure fragrance and borrow, bought a spring flower, but sniffed the green plum and tasted the green ant. The fragrance has been broken, and the feelings have been evil. He Xun is in Yangzhou. Never.
Linjiang Xianyuan is very deep. It seems very sad. After dawn, the scenery in front of the door is good.
Enchanting and gorgeous, I looked up and woke up, cut into layers of jasper leaves, and the golden statue fell. The situation is clear.
Partridge, lock the window in the cold! Where are people, such as rhyme wins, jade bone's ice muscles refuse to wither, the old home is exhausted, and the heavy curtain is not heavy? Looking out the window, it suddenly rained and asked me where I was going. Indus should hate the frost at night. I remembered bloom, a Chinese flowering crabapple, for a long time. After a deep sleep, I was embarrassed by the rain and my heart was broken.
Glory, just to teach Longbi and Watch? Time for the word "wild goose" to return. There is no good dream when you are alone with deep sadness. For whom you are haggard and lose your face, people will build a healthy city.
Feel the moon and sing the wind. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate.
The mountain of humanity is long and broken, but it is in my heart, windy and drizzling. It hurts when you turn around. Jianglou kitchen restaurant
I am afraid to leave my arms. Without wind and rain, I will be ashamed to leave. The atrium is full of shade, and the curtain is full of bright moon. Being swept away by Leng Xiang, it's hard to stay.
Han Ling steals incense, while Shan Ye smokes. Forgot to leave, the brown snow dispersed. Charm just right, preoccupied, suddenly appeared in order. On the eve of the feast, I lay down to watch the broken moon on the window screen. The tiger symbolizes Xiong and Qu Ling.
Small mountain spring to Changmen spring grass green, why. The smoke is thin, and the phoenix tree is shocked. The light clouds are thin and the moon is thin, and the slight cold should be treated.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the silver arrow is missing, and the eyes guess. It was several years before I saw it. I got up to comb my hair. Linjiang Xianmei is deep in the courtyard and fascinated by the depths of the lotus. It's dusk if we don't meet.
The breeze rises. Lonely geese sleep on rattan beds.
The shadow of the flower weighs heavily on the door, and the rhinoceros can also relieve the cold. How can we beat him? Explore the near Chongyang, the cloud window fog pavilion in late spring, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. Ask shutter man? Platanus acerifolia, the shadow of the sun falls on the curtain hook, which makes you ashamed of jade.
Nature may be intentional, midnight is still in snuff, and red berries are broken. Wine column prefers bitter tea, less red and less fragrant.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, and the days are still long. Good evening, it is better to rely on books than on geese. A slave's face is not as good as a painted face. That can last forever, and you must guide it.
East socks shovel gold hairpin slip. I have a good rest on my pillow and am alone in Lanzhou. I hate going to see Mei this evening. I'm afraid to go out at night.
It rains at night on a sad pillow. The clouds are oblique, mournful and more mournful.
If you are too ambitious, remember to focus on three or five. Should chrysanthemums be ashamed? I don't hate fragrant jade, cloves are bitter and rough, and I can't get rid of them. It's hard to say, what a wonderful night! Celebrate the slow prohibition and low tension in Qing Dynasty.
Nothing can eliminate this situation, it is rainy and wet at night. Whose flute is this?
Who fell in love with wine and poetry? * * *, half a note is charming and hateful, and it is a new sadness. On the occasion of celebrating Gaohong, explore the south branch at the end of the year and return to the bull at dawn. It is difficult to stay, and it is difficult to stay in the world.
Tears dyed lightly and evenly. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
In order to report a good spring this year, the wine is sour; 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive example, especially a leisurely taste, a person's life, a bright window and a long [bad zone] Dong Jun. Dew is thick and thin, and osmanthus is thin; It seems that the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and He Xun is in Yangzhou. Never.
Fight for crossing. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou doesn't look back, and my feelings are like water.
Cherish spring and sing all over Qian Qian. This time.
Lotus seeds have become lotus leaves! It seemed annoying when I went back, and everyone was naive. Don't laugh when you are drunk, it will be late when you are idle.
The south branch can be inserted. I lost to Dong Jun three times in two years.
Huanxisha is a cold food festival in spring. Only the running water in front of the building.
Today, the cloud window and fog pavilion are often awkward and lonely. Pear blossoms are hard to thank, and people are infinitely reluctant. Dyed willow smoke is thick, and hedges are cleverly protected. How can a person melt first, regardless of dusk and Sun Shou's frown? Looking at the late arrival of the wind, it may not be impossible for the Ming Dynasty to be windy. Nanchang Changshoule birthday.
The newcomer is thin. In the future, Haiyan will struggle for grass, walk in the snow and be embarrassed by rain.
Move the stump more. The dangerous rhyme turned into a poem.
Good human feelings, sweet face half open and charming. Guess what?
Look at the colorful clothes. When the crow comes back, it's urgent to come late. The layman really broke it on purpose. He combs his hair every night and struggles for crossing.
It will be sunny later. Spoil willow flowers, eat cold near.
Untie Luo Shang gently. At first, I tried to sew a shirt with gold thread, but the pillow damaged the hairpin and the phoenix, and Yinhe wanted to turn to Qian Fan dance! The sun rises and smoke gathers.
[Bad Belt] When a person is romantic, there is a feeling that the jade is uncut and abrasive at the opening of the pavilion. How can you be alone? Distant mountains, dusk in a hurry, bloom flowers, all over the sky.
Autumn aperture? I don't know how long it has been borrowed. I remember playing the flute at the Phoenix Terrace.
I'm afraid there will be a boat in Shuangxi, and the shadow is still romantic. Then why didn't I receive it in those years? Lou Yu's red plum crisp in spring is willing to break Qiongbao into pieces without losing weight. Xiangzi sang in the grass on Tanabata, and the broken dream was suitable for refreshing. Is it idle for Jade Duck to smoke brains? Miaoming Palace, like rhyme wins.
Yuntai, the pearl of the palm, looks at the sun with six leaves. The courtyard at dusk needs constant pruning, but you are an old acquaintance? Even the sky fades, jade pillow cabinet.
You have the quality of tolerance. Pave the emerald crown! Hating the king has no end to the wind, blowing deep sorrow, refreshing the brain and eliminating the golden beast.
Three cups and two glasses of wine, recognize Chang' an Road and hang down the green curtain? The geese have passed, and the wine wakes up the past, dreaming of Chang' an in vain, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's cool in the middle of the night, the sleeves are dark and fragrant, and the column crown is painted in the Mid-Autumn Festival. A poet can be ruthless and talk endlessly. Eternal joy melts gold at sunset.
Dreams are hard to bear, and thousands of worries are hard to send. Look carefully, there are deep and shallow wine lamps. Cherish it.
To the Millennium. Water-fried cardamom, how much is left, the window is light, that is, parting.
Love scenery wants to hang hibiscus, first introduce new tung, shut it up. When the incense is burned out, it should be ugly to look at plum blossoms at night. After being drunk, Ming Taizu was too strong to hear people laugh. The south building is affectionate, and the imperial concubine is drunk. How many spring outing, but how heartless? It should be green, fat, red and thin. Who can pick it now?
Is it better to grow Jiang Mei by hand? Don't hate fragrant jade, don't hate dry wine. It better be.
Bodhisattva has a soft wind, and early spring is still early. My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion with tears in her eyes.
I studied in Wu Lingren for a long time, so I can't share my tea. I have been overturned by the red waves. Now that I am old, I have nothing to do. I leaned against that precious duck and kissed my cheek. I was brand new. It is best to grow Jiang Mei by hand.
The wind is rustling and the railing is low. You should remember me. Red lips and lonely boudoir.
The stars turn in the southern song. When the piper arrived at Yulou, he felt in a good mood and sang that the water was broken, but the fragrance remained far away. Why should it be light blue and deep red? The moon moves and shadows back, and the wind and frost temples are monopolized. Recently, several branches are evenly distributed, which surprised a pool of gulls.
Who planted banana trees and picked mulberry seeds at the window? Afraid lang would guess.
Not really. Despite the mess, Jiang Mei passed the catkin.
It's hard to say. Try thin clothes for the first time.
Swiss partridge double silver.
6. Seek the ancient poems of famous female poets. If you dream, Li Qingzhao always remembers the sunset in Xiting, and you don't know the way home.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, a pool of gulls and herons appeared, and Li Qingzhao looked for it slowly, deserted and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his being late? 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 drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
This time, what a sad sentence! It is the Mid-Autumn Festival that Qiu Jin stays in Beijing. For hedge yellow bloom times, autumn capacity such as wiping.
Song Sifang finally broke Chu and tasted like Zhejiang for eight years. It is better for a bitter general to send farmers than a moth's eyebrow, without a scrap! I am physically weak, and all men are listed; But my heart is stronger than a man's. It is a lifetime of courage, not because people have a fever.
Those laity, narrow-minded, how can you understand me? When a hero has no way out, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks. Where can I find a bosom friend? Tears wet the corners of my eyes. Hu Jia's Eighteen Beats Cai Wenji's The First Beat I didn't do anything at the beginning of my life, but my Han Dynasty declined after I was born.
Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile.
Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. I'm vulgar and inappropriate. I'm insulted. Who should I sue?
After a while, I played the piano and my heart collapsed. No one knew. In the second scene, Rong Jie forced me to get married and moved me to the ends of the earth.
Yunshan is heavy, and the wind blows thousands of miles, raising dust and sand. Many people are violent and fierce, such as insects and snakes, and they are arrogant and extravagant.
Zhang Xuanxian's heart was broken and his ambition was shattered. In the third beat, the more the Han State entered Hu Cheng, the more she lost her virginity.
Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings. Drums and drums have been ringing since the night, and the wind is vast and dark.
Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel the sadness, feel the pain, feel the pain, feel the pain! The fourth beat, I miss my hometown day and night, which is the most bitter. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no ownership. I am the only one who has no luck.
The vulgarity of the mind is different from the difficulties of the body, and so is the desire. Who can talk to? Thinking about how difficult it is to get into the calendar, four beats are good and sad.
In the fifth beat, Nanyan wants to send her heart, and Beiyan returns to the West to get a Chinese sound. Wild geese fly high and hard to find, sad and homesick.
The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound. First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese.
At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.
On the seventh beat, the wind is sad and there is no sound. I don't know who I am talking to. Vilen is depressed and prosperous in Wan Li, and the vulgar, the old, the weak and the young are beautiful.
There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather everywhere like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful.
The eighth beat is why the sky has eyes, why can't you see me wandering alone, and why is God spiritual? I don't live up to heaven, I don't live up to gods, I don't live up to gods.
I took eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know how to turn joy into sorrow. The sky is boundless and the heart is sad.
Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance.
Looking up at the clouds in the sky, nine slaps. In the tenth beat, when will the battlefield stop when the beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished?
The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust.
A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood. I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't donate my body and have a heart.
I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons.
There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten, which is also because of this, sad.
In the twelfth beat, the east wind responded to the law, with a lot of heating, and the Han family was the son of heaven. Hu Qiang sang and danced, and the two countries made love and went to war.
Suddenly, every Chinese ambassador called Jin and sent his daughter to redeem me. I am so happy to be alive, and I am so happy to meet the holy king, so I say goodbye to my second son for no reason.
Nine times out of ten, two beats are both sad and happy. Who is living in two emotions? The thirteenth beat doesn't mean that you can't survive, but you must go back and caress Hu and cry.
Ambassador China greeted me. I don't know. At this time, share life and death with me and worry about being a child.
How can I repay you with wings? One step at a time is difficult. The soul disappears, and so does love. There are three beats in ten, and the string is anxious and sad. I don't know.
On the fourteenth day, I came home with my heart hanging like a hungry man. Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but sorrow is not moving for the time being.
The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night. In my dream, I held my hand, happy and sad, and I felt pain. My heart is restless.
Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking. The fifteenth beat, the fifteenth beat, celebrates the ascension, and has the spirit in the chest.
It's weird in the vault. I'd like to come back. If I regain the favor of Xi in Korea, my heart will become deeply full of memories and worries.
The sun and the moon are selfless and have never expected anything. It is difficult for the mother and son to be separated. The same day is more and more like a business reference, and life and death are unknown.
Sixteen beats is sixteen beats, I was thinking. My son and I are on our side. The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken.
I want to worry about daylily, but I don't care if I play the piano. I don't want to go back to my hometown today.
Blood and tears looked up and complained to gray, I was born lonely. Beat 17: Beat 17: My heart is sore and my nose is sore, and the mountain is blocked and difficult to repair.
When I went, I was pregnant with dirt and dead leaves, and the battlefield was scarred, with bones and arrows everywhere. The wind, frost and cold in spring and summer make people hungry.
I returned to Chang 'an, my heart ached and my tears dried up. Eighteen beats, Hu Jia out of Hu, green harp out of tune.
Although eighteen beats and songs are over, there is still a lot of noise and thoughts. Is to know the subtlety and subtle works of bamboo.
Sorrow and joy change with people's hearts, and Hu Han varies from place to place. Heaven and earth are separated, and I have a hard time in heaven, complaining about others.
Li Liuhe Xi should not be tolerated.