Bai Juyi-Painting Hall on March 3rd, and on March 3rd, the window screens fluttered on the eaves. Lotus seeds taste several cups of cold wine, while philosophers try spring clothes. Looking in the mirror in front of the pool reflects flowers on every household. Pointing to Lounan to play with the new moon, Jade Hook has two slender hands.
Baipu-the spring mountain is warm, the cool breeze is blowing gently, and the pavilions are covered. Willow swings the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.
Cao Xueqin-Apricot curtains are in sight, which attract guests to drink, and there are villas in sight. Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang. A bed of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave.
Cao Xueqin and Lin Daiyu-Tang Duoling is a land of flowers, but the Xiangyan Building still exists. Each component pair appears. Wandering like a thin life, empty and romantic. Every grass and tree knows sorrow, but youth is bald! Alas, who will give up and accept this life? Regardless, I went to marry Dong myself and put up with it for a long time.
Du Fu, the water sill, was inspired by Guo Xuankai, and there was no village to peek at the credit. Clear water, almost drowning both sides; Green trees and flowers in full bloom in the evening. It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. The city is crowded with thousands of people; There are only two Three Lamps District here, and it's free.
Du fu-two quatrains-beautiful scenery in the sunset, flowers and plants fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Fan Zhongyan-A glass of turbid wine is Wanli, but Ran Yan has not lost his mind.
Feng Yansi-The small hall for picking mulberry seeds is quiet and empty, and the yard is full of spring breeze. On the east side of the melancholy wall, a cherry tree was dyed red by rain. Trouble is like a drunken dream, and I want to talk about it. At dusk, Shuang Yan returned to the picture gallery.
Feng Yansi-Picking mulberry seeds and picking pear flowers with withered mulberry seeds and cherries make them red and white. Swallows return, and a few wisps of fragrant wind open. How much happiness there is in the world is known, and it is a golden cup. Tube pharynx string mourning, slowly lead xiao niang dance sleeve back.
Feng Yansi —— After spring, the rain in the atrium of picking mulberry seeds will run out, and flowers will fly everywhere. Fold branches alone, just by the aperture. Jade hall is fragrant and warm, and the beads are rolled, and it is beautiful. When will Ken Xin be young after the difficult period?
Feng Yansi-Longevity Woman Longevity Woman Spring Festival Banquet, a glass of sake and a song. Pay tribute to Chen Sanyuan once again: First, may her husband be a thousand years old; Second, I hope my concubine is healthy; Third, I want to be like Liang, and I want to see you every year.
Feng Yansi-Yan Hongyuan, Qiangdi resentments, is a boundless river. The mountains are like wearing, the moon is like hooking, the songs are scattered, the dreams are broken, and the buildings are leaning.
Feng Yansi-Spring is light. When I came to Shuang Yan, the first red sun had already risen. I want to stop wearing heavy makeup. I want to fly for thousands of years.
Feng Yansi-Jiuquan is full of spring scenery, and the swallows are speechless at the beginning. Momo is cold, weeping willows are late, and the jade building is empty. Tianchang Yanyuan hated it, and there was news that Hong Yan had gone home. Pillow the headlights, the moon outside the window, closed Zhu.
Feng Yansi-Jiuquanzi is empty in the deep courtyard, and the wind curtain under the porch surprises Su Yan. The incense is printed in gray, and the blue candle is small when you feel it.
Feng Yansi-Lost in the spring before picking mulberry seeds, looking for fragrance alone, full of sadness, even if there is a blow, it will break my heart. Butterfly swallows between the curtains in the forest, each pair, are more considerate, green trees and moss are half sunset.
Feng Yansi-The magpie leans against the green trees in six songs, and the breeze is light, showing its splendor. Whoever moves a cymbal, a zither and a jade column, petrels fly over the curtain. Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. Sleeping in silence, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found.
Feng Yansi-Yu Meiren's jade hook bends the column to tune the parrot, and turns around to leave a spring message. Yunping left the empty painting hall, and the cold in late spring was helpless and out of the wind. Swallows fly low in the curtains and dance in the mirror. I don't know who will wear a double knot tonight when the moon is bent.
Huang Gongshao-Sapphire Case The sapphire case stops sewing every year. How can I bear to see them flying in pairs? It's half spring in Jiangcheng today. A suit is still there, deep in the chaotic mountain, by the Guxi Bridge. Whose needle and thread is broken? Little by little, I burst into tears. Sunset loose saddle, grass shore. No one wears flowers, no one advises people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness.
Li Bai misses you in the spring, the grass in the north is as bright as jade, and I bend my mulberry branches with green silk. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?
Li Bai-The sky in Yangchun 'an Spring is white with sunshine, and the poplars are hanging in the wind with smoke. The flowers in front of the incense temple are red, and the hair color is embroidered in the room. Embroidery, photograph. Queen Yan Fei danced, and Lady Zi Gong sang a swan song. Thirty-six thousand days, holy king, year after year.
Li He-the desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
Li Qingzhao-Huanxisha is chilly in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and she dreams of hiding flowers in the mountain pillow. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Li shangyin-four untitled songs: where to mourn Zheng, follow the urgency, and cherry blossoms will hang down on Yang Anyong. Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day. Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall. When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.
Li Yu-Nangezi Yunbinjian new green, summer clothes drag Xiaohong. What will happen to a colorful cloud when a song stands at a green banquet? When shooting a flying mirror, I turned my head and looked empty. Don't knock over the tea on the curtain, for fear of being seduced by Huayang to marry Dongfeng.
Liu Yanzi whispers in the beam, and the substrate is idle in the dream. He said that he was confused by others, and Zhang He went to see him with wine.
Liu Yuxi, the former king of Yan, died and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Liu Yong-Jade Butterfly watched the rain and clouds break, and quietly looked at Qiu Guang. The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad. The wind is light, duckweed is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. Love hurts. Where are the old friends? Smoke and water are boundless. Unforgettable writing period, there are several lonely moons, and the stars are repeatedly frosted. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Reading Shuang Yan's hard-to-trust letters, returning home at dusk with no knowledge. Look at each other in the dark. In the sound of the broken rainbow, the sunset stands.
Lu Youtong is cloudy and rainy, and the eaves shake the wind and break the book sleep. I dreamed that everyone in the painting hall had left, a pair of light swallows and a pair of zither strings.
Luyou-Queqiao Fairy Night smells the cuckoo eaves are quiet, the awning window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy. The warbler's nest swallows are always silent, but they often cry Du Yu on a moonlit night. I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away. Therefore, the mountain was uncomfortable to listen to alone, and floated for half a life.
King Robin-Not here in yan dan, the strong man will win the championship.
Mao Wenxi-even leaks spring leaves, hates cutting in spring, and cries for the moon outside the flowers. People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter. Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court. Night fog dispersed, Xiao Xiahui, Shuang Yan between the beams.
Ouyang Xiu —— It rains outside the Liu Xian of Linjiang, and the sound of rain breaks the sound of lotus flowers. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery double pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.
Qian Qi, a tragic figure in Yanzhao, met the Meng family.
Qin Guan-flowers are blooming, spring is as people wish, and showers turn fine. The ancient pavilion, the swallow flying rainbow shadow. The dance is trapped and the money falls, swinging outside, and the green water bridge is flat. In the east wind, bamboo doors reflect willows, and Qin Zheng Jr. depresses.
Shen Quanqi-Yu Jintang, a young woman from the ancient Lujia, has swallows perched on the hawksbill beam in pairs. September cold urges ten leaves, ten years, remembering Liaoyang.
The Book of Songs-Beishan or Yan Yan is prepared for danger in times of peace or devoted himself to serving the country. Or in bed, or in line.
Book of Songs. I saw the king, and I was really happy. During the dinner, everyone was overjoyed.
The Book of Songs-Swallow, Swallow, Fly, miss its feathers. My sister married in the country today. I can't see the shadow, and my eyes are like rain. Swallows are flying around in the sky. My sister is far away today, so it's not too long to see him off. He can't see anything, and his face is covered with tears. Swallows are flying in the sky with low voices. Sister is far away in the south today. Send him to the south. It's sad that there is no shadow at all. The integrity of the second sister is really long when you think about it carefully. Gentle and obedient, cautious and kind. I often think of my father and remind my ears.
Wang Ling —— In March of the Spring Festival Evening, the residual flowers are blooming even more, and the eaves are blooming day by day. Zi Gui still cries blood in the middle of the night, so he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back.
Text-Bodhisattva full moon pear, Wan Li across the mountain. Jin Yanfei, tears stained with embroidered clothes. The small garden is green and lives in Yuexi District. Liu Se Yi Yi, Yan Gui Jun.. ?
Xin Qiji-Spring in Han Palace and Spring in beginning of spring are back. Look at the beautiful woman's head, the flag is curling in spring. Unprovoked wind and rain, unwilling to collect all the cold. A year is a swallow, and I look forward to dreaming of the West Garden tonight. Hun doesn't recommend wine with oranges, even the leeks on the plate have been eaten.
Xin Qiji-fishing can make you feel comfortable and come back in a hurry after several storms. Cherish spring is afraid of flowers blooming and falling, not to mention countless reds! Live in spring. Seeing this, there is no way out. Hate spring and have no words. It's just diligent, and it's doing everything in Yogyakarta. Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Mo junwu Don't you see, Yuhuan Yan Fei is dusty! Leisure is the hardest. Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright.
Xu Wei -Xi Qian Yingge rainy and sunny, Yan Feng oblique. Spring silently thanked her parents. There is a thick curtain on the horizon. Why do dusk clouds cover it?
Xue —— Autumn rain at the intersection of Honghu Lake in Huanxisha, a trip to India. The whole sleeve smells of wild wind. Without saying a word, I was deeply immersed in Pu Li, and I was worried about complications several times. Swallows return to sail, and the water is boundless.
Yan-after the dream of Linjiang Fairy, the balcony is locked high and the wine is hung low in Hou Lian. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds.
The palindrome written by Yan on wet red stationery is somewhat warm. When Shuang Yan wanted to go home last year, it was still thousands of miles away, and the book was late. The south tower is as long as the moon. Don't hate it for no reason. Rely on the dangerous money, and tonight I will complain about Guanshan.
Yang Wanli-the hometown of Haitang, the hometown of Haitang, blooms today and dreams of entering Jiangxi Jinxiu Pile. At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god. Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall. But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.
Yuan Haowen —— The case of sapphire fell red and blew all over Shatou Road. Spring seems to be leaving. How many degrees do flowers bloom in spring? Affectionate talent, painting Liang Shuang Yan, knowing the return of spring. Ran Ran youth in the mirror. I want to write a bitter sentence. How long can the 90-year flowering period last? A cup of mellow wine, a piece of clear tears, lonely window rain.
Zheng Hui —— Tea dreams are afraid of the cold in spring, while green covers close the door and swallows are idle.
Zhou Bangyan-Jie Lianhuan has no resentment. The lover is cut off, and the news is far away. The comic book can be uncovered by a clever hand, like the wind and rain, and the fog is light and the clouds are light. The swallow house is empty, and the dark dust locks a string. In the old society, red medicine was planted by hand to change roots and leaves.
Zu Yong-Wang Jimen Yantai, the guests were frightened, the drums were loud, and the Han people would camp. Snow covered the cold, cold brightness, and the frontier light shone on the flag.