Ask a classic poem to write "love"!

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 are in the water, the way back and forth is blocked, and they swim back and forth in the water.

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 Nan Zhou Guanluo

Guan Guanluo's pigeon is a gentle and graceful lady in Hezhou, and a gentleman is good.

My fair lady, flowing around, is welcome.

I can't wait. I think it's leisurely, tossing and turning.

My fair lady's friends are friends of the harp and the harp.

My fair lady's bell and drum music is the result of uneven leeks.

Niu Langxing's China Poems

Far away, Altair, Jiao Jiao River, Hanover.

Ultra-thin manual sewing machine

Cry like rain all day.

How much is the difference between the river and the Han Dynasty?

There are no words between English and Xiao.

Shangxie Han Yuefu Folk Songs

Evil, I want to know you, I want to live a long life.

Mountains and rivers dry up, thunder and earthquake in winter, rain and snow in summer.

Heaven and earth, is to dare to break with the monarch.

Midnight Songs and Yuefu Folk Songs in Southern Dynasties

I can't sleep every night. Why does the bright moon call for joy and empty promises?

When I first wanted to know Lang, two hearts were regarded as one heart, but I couldn't understand it when I entered the disabled machine.

Four-hour midnight songs of Yuefu folk songs in Southern Dynasties

Since leaving, the sigh has never stopped, and Berberis amurensis and Chunsheng have painstakingly grown up together.

Autumn wind enters the window, floats out of the tent, and looks up at the bright moon.

The thick ice is three feet thick and the snow covers thousands of miles. I feel like a pine and cypress.

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. ,.

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 came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. 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 fell from her sad 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.

Butterfly lovers's song Liu Yong

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.

Butterfly 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!

Song Yan Dao Ji from Philip Burkart.

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

Small red print means that business is flat,

The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.

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.

Que Qiao song xian Qin Guan

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?

Die Hua Lian 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.

Mulan tree

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 in Qing Yu 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.

Slow song 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. It's urgent.

Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?

Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

Indus is also the rain in Mao Mao until dusk, dribs and drabs.

This time, what a sad sentence?

Yu Linling Song 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 looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

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.

Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty in Yu Meiren in the Five Dynasties

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past?

The small building blew eastward again last night. The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty.

Carved fences and jade should still exist. Just Zhu Yan' ai.

Ask how much sadness you can have. Like a river flowing eastward.

The Southern Tang Dynasty met in the Five Dynasties

The flowers in the forest have withered in spring. Too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears. Get people drunk. When does it weigh? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Acacia Li Bai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects sing by the golden well,

Thin frost shines on my cold mat like a small mirror, and tall lanterns flicker; My desire is getting deeper and deeper,

I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon, which rose from the clouds like a flower.

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 in a distant place, outside the blue sky,

My eyes used to shine, but now they 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!

Spring thinking 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 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, an old cadre

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 in an alley in Qingkan. We are all 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.

Chunjiang mosaic moon Zhang Xuruo

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Zhang Jiuling, full moon Philip Burkart one.

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.

Notes for Friends in the North 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.

Changshangyin

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Golden Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Untitled 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! .

Xiangsi Wang Wei

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.

Cui Hao changganhang

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 etiquette

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.

Wang Changling, in my heart forever

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 to Du Mu

Thirteen years have passed, cardamom in early February. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.

Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.

Autumn Xi Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Spring's resentment against Jin Changxu

The resentment of spring drove away the orioles in the trees and all their music. They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp.

Meng Jiao, a fierce female fuck

The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together. If a sincere girl only loves her husband in her life, she will live faithfully like them. What kind of stormy waves can annoy a soul like water in an eternal well? .

Li Siyuan 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.

Pipa line Bai Juyi

And order: Yuanhe ten years, moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will see you off in Pukou, smell the pipa player in the boat at night, and listen to his voice, there is a clank of Kyoto; Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns pipa from Mu Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play a few songs quickly. The songs were all merciful. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel very comfortable. I think it was a night, and I think I have the intention to be moved, because I gave it a very long song, which is called pipa every 6 16 words.

Xunyan Jiangtou night in Fujian, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. ... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears! Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet!

Acacia hates Ye Li.

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.

Titu Chengnanzhuang Cuihu

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.

Zhi Zhu's Ci Liu Yuxi

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.

Touch the fish and ask questions.

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.

Touch the fish and ask questions.

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 answered Songshi Wan Le.

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.

Zuihuayin Song Liqingzhao

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.

Yi Jian Song Mei Li 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.

Sheng cha zi song Ouyang xiu

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.

The Southern Tang Dynasty met in the Five Dynasties

There is nothing to say when you go to the west wing alone. The moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Keep cutting. The reason is still chaos. It's sadness. My heart is a kind of unspeakable taste.

Linjiang Song Xianyan 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.

Bu 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.

Lv Zhong Hong Xiuxie yuanguan marble

Sitting by the cloud window, leaning on the moon pillow,

Listen, I'm counting on it. It's past four in the morning.

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

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

Double-tune Yuequ Yuan Chunqing Xu Zaisi

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.