The complete collection of Wang Yisun's poems ("Huawai Collection")
Wang Yisun (?—1290?), also known as Shengyu, also known as Bishan, Zhongxian and Yujishan, was born in Kuaiji (today's People from Shaoxing, Zhejiang. After entering the Yuan Dynasty, he served as Xuezheng of Qingyuan Road (now Yin County, Zhejiang Province). He formed a Ci club with Zhou Mi, Zhang Yan and others, and sang harmony with each other. Many of his poems are poems about objects, embodying a sense of life experience, paying attention to composition and hierarchy, and his poems are profound and euphemistic. They are popular among the world, but they have a tendency to obscure their meanings. There is "Bishan Yuefu".
Heavenly Fragrance
Ambergris
Smoke is floating in the lonely valley, the moon is shed by the waves, and lead water is collected in Li Palace at night. The wind blows far away, and the dew in the deep dream turns into the words "broken soul and heart". Red porcelain is waiting for the fire, but it is still recognized at first glance, and the jade finger is ringed by ice. A wisp of lingering green shadow, vague sea and sky clouds.
Shen Jiao was half drunk several times. Cut the spring lanterns and break the flowers in the cold night. Even better, the old stream is covered with snow. The small window is deeply closed. Xun Ling is now old and haggard, and he always forgets and respects the old flavor. I cherish the lingering smoke, and the yellow plain quilt is empty.
Hua Guan
Moss plum blossom
The ancient cicada and the cicada, the green servant girl with plain face, overlooking the flowing water. The soul is broken for ten miles. Sighing that the cyanotic wisps are drifting, it is difficult to send my thoughts of departure. Who can send it to the old mountain when it is old? Langgan talks about relying on himself. Remember me, green coops rush into the snow, Deng Zhou is in the cold waves.
Three flowers and two (one for rain) with broken pistils and velvet coverings, Yiyi seems to have hatred, and the pearl is light. The clouds are lying steadily, the blue clothes are upright, and the spring is haggard. Luofu Meng, half a toad hangs up at dawn, why is Feng Leng, and the people in the mountains suddenly rise. He also called the jade slave to return, and the fragrance lingered in the empty green quilt.
Luhua
Bitao
The cyanotic flower is broken. The smile is bright and red, not the beauty of spring. Changed into plain makeup and brushed the green conch again. The old song is about crossing the Yanjiang River, but it occupies the position of a jade slave. When the wind and frost are steep (one is quiet) and Yaotai is planted, immortal bones are given.
The idle door is filled with sadness during the day. Like pear blossoms in the pale moon, reborn as pure soul. It is still fragrant with spit marks, how can you bear to climb and pick it? The tender green gradually fills the shade of the stream, and new pink clouds emerge. Fang Yanleng and Liu Lang Zhu should recognize them.
Lu Hua
Preface
Standing in the late cold, remembering the light lead and shallow black, recognizing the ice soul for the first time. The cyan lining is lined with jade, and there are still traces of the scent of velvet saliva. Cleanse the color of jealous spring, which is better than Xiaohong and Linshui skirt. The smoke is far away, so we should pity the old song, change the leaves and move the roots.
When people arrived in the mountains last year (to say goodbye), the strange moon was gentle and the wind was gentle, and the heavy door was hidden. Qiong's muscles are thin and thin, and they are worthy of swallows at dusk. A few pieces of jade floating on the ancient stream (one of them have been written) look like returning to the village at night and deep in the snow. Fang Meng is cold, and the two birds accidentally sleep in the pink clouds.
Nanpu
Spring Water
The willow trees are sparkling green, and the dust suddenly appears, and the package is as tender as dye (it is clear and full at the beginning). The clear and flowing silver pond (one color is tender and dyed), the east wind is thin, and the jagged silk pattern is first spread (one is like shearing). Farewell to Nanpu, the green eyebrows once illuminated the ripples. It turns green again and loses sight of the old place, but adds a few patches of red.
The grapes have new marks after the rain, and they are patting the light gulls and the graceful swallows. The shadow of the curtain dips into the shadow of the building, and when the fragrance flows away, there should be thousands of tears. After a long journey in the waves, the broken soul re-sings the resentment of Apple Blossoms. Picking incense along the secluded path (one is for Jing) and the mandarin ducks are sleeping (one is for warmth), who says that people wearing skirts are far away?
Nanpu
Preface
The sky outside the willow trees is green, the green lines are gradually flattening, and the shadows of clouds are low. It should be the beginning of the snow dissipation, and Bashan Road and Emei can be seen clearly. Endless green traces, wandering south of the Yangtze River several times. Do you know the benefits of using ruffled stockings? All the red flowers are gone.
When will a boat float in Juli and Shuxiang, and the east wind will return? Lonely dreams circle the waves, and the apple blossoms on the shore are covered with rain and mist in the desert. The tubes are connected to the strands, so the deep stream covers the firewood gate and is quiet. I only worry that the two swallows will fly away with their fragrant flowers in their mouths (one is spring), and they will blow through thousands of hectares of blue light.
The sound is slow
It urges the snow
The wind is encouraging, the clouds are discussing, and even Teng Liu hesitates. Velvet hat and mink fur. Rabbit Garden is about reciting poetry. The red furnace is filled with animal charcoal, the golden ship is built, and the wine is filled with fat. When asked about cutting water, the work is still not done, how long will it take?
Hugh is competing for the white plum blossoms. He likes to boast about his cleverness and cleverness. Colorful ropes and golden bells, beautiful ladies waiting for lions. Afraid of the cold, embroidered curtains rise lazily, dreaming of pear clouds, saying and knowing about spring. Don't miss it, I'll make an appointment with you to cross the Yan River in a boat.
High balcony
Paper quilt
The frost peels off the skin, the ice flowers break the cocoon, and the Hunan curtain is filled with wadding. There is no need to wait for the silkworms to spit out when holding the urn. The fragrant jade color is difficult to cut, and the embroidery needle and velvet thread are not easy to twist. Accompanied by plum blossoms and the spring breeze, I sleep alone in the tent.
The magpie, brocade and bear felt are smoked in the bonfire, and the powder melts into the fat. It is still timid and cold. I fell into deep sleep and laughed at the fact that he owed such a good relationship. Knead until soft and warm. No matter what, just pretend to be soft. After waking up from the wine, half lying on the couch with pear clouds, I stood up and sat down to write poems and meditate.
Sparse shadows
Yong plum shadows
Concubine Qiong is lying on the moon, Ren Sushang is thin and thin, and her belt is heavy and knotted. The stone path is cold in spring, the green moss is jagged, and the lovesickness once walked on the fragrant hills. The departed soul breaks through the hatred of the east wind, and dreams again, the water is solitary and the clouds are vast. Even now, I am tired of Pingting, with a trace of residual snow.
I still remember that the dowry was half-covered, and the cold branches were not painted yet, so the light folds were returned. Several evenings, I suddenly went to the window and thought about the first time I saw my old friend again. The Cangqiu wants to roll away in ripples, but slowly sheds its fragrant bones. Early (as soon as it is early again) the green shade is covered with velvet, not like a single love.
No boredom
Snowy mood
Yinjilong is desolate, Yanmen is cold, and tall buildings in the northwest are leaning alone. Regretful (a feeling of hatred) There are not many short scenes, the mountains are in chaos. I want to make Feiqiong dance, but I am afraid that it will be broken into pieces and the Milky Way water will flow into it. A piece of frozen cloud hides the flowers and protects the jade, which is not taught to fall lightly.
Pure and quiet. There is a branch according to the water (one is called the south), which has been mixed with meaning. Don't worry if you lean on the railing by mistake several times. It should be that the pear blossom dream is good, but it is not willing to let go, and the east wind is coming to the world. Wait for the green pipe to blow through the vast sky, and see the jade pot of heaven and earth.
Meiwu
New Moon
The hanging willows are gradually newer, and the light colors are worn through the flowers, breaking the first silence as promised. There is a sense of reunion, and we worship deeply. Who do we meet on the fragrant path? The thrush is not yet stable, but Su'e still has hatred. The most lovely song, a small silver hook, a treasure curtain hanging in the cold autumn.
Don’t ask about profit and loss through the ages. It's hard to mend a golden mirror even if you grind a jade ax endlessly. The Taiye Pool is still there. In a desolate place, who gives a clear view? Therefore, the mountain stays at night forever. Give him a try and look into the house. Looking at the mountains and rivers beyond the clouds, the old shadows of the old osmanthus flowers are restored.
Water Dragon Sings
Peony
The bead curtain is unveiled in the cold dawn, have the peonies bloomed in the courtyard yet? Beside the jade railing, there is a handful of willow silk, half leaning against the gentle breeze. The beauty of the country is slightly intoxicating, the fragrance of the sky is suddenly dyed, and the spring cannot be supported. After the true concubine danced and was banished to immortals, dreams of prosperity flowed like flowing water.
Every family in Chiguan is happy. I remember that at that time, there was no land to buy. Fighting like a flower, facing each other alone, beside the water among the bamboos. Put the hops before. I was drunk until I woke up, and I was still drunk when I woke up. Afraid of the spring scenery in Luozhong, I rush in again, amid the sound of cuckoos.
Shui Long Yin
Begonia
There is no such Pingting in the world, the jade ring is not broken and the east wind sleeps. When the flowers are half blooming, they appear red and white, how can the remaining flowers be transformed? It's my prime time, I just passed the smoking ban, and I tried to wear clothes for the first time. Sighing about a dream in Huangzhou, Yan Gong's masterpiece, no one can interpret it and understand the meaning of flowers.
I still remember that the flowers are drunk together. Small railings, the moon is high and people rise. Thousands of charming branches, a fragrant garden, as cold as water. The silver candle spreads beautifully, the green room remains bright, and the flowers are at the bottom of the night. Afraid of tomorrow and drizzle, they turn into tears.
The water dragon sings
Falling leaves
The dawn frost is just beginning to cover the green forest, and I look forward to the desolation of my homeland. The rustling gradually accumulates, and they fall one after another. The door is deserted and the path is quiet. The Wei River is full of wind, the Dongting is rippled, and there are many autumn waves. I imagine that the heavy cliffs are half gone, thousands of peaks are out, and no one has reached the road in the mountains.
The previous question is red. Going back to the palace ditch, the undercurrent circulates in the air, the crows have not stopped, and the flying giant is about to pass by, and I embrace it at this time. There are shadows flying through the window, and there is a sound of banging on the bricks, and there are so many people worried. Looking at my house, who can sweep the whole court tonight?
Shuilongyin
White Lotus
With light makeup and no eyebrows, who is standing in the mirror of shame? The true concubine explains the words, Xi Shi cleanses her, and Pingting looks at the shadow. The thin dew is first learned, it is spotless, and the roots are removed from the jade well. I want to be floating in the air, with short hair, lying in the middle of the stream, floating on a smoke boat.
It’s a pity that we have to go back to Yaotai Road. It's desolate and difficult to recognize in the middle of the month. We meet again, after taking a curling bath, my gums are sober. The step socks are left empty, the dancing clothes (a feather coat) are slightly faded, and the powder remains and the fragrance is cold. Looking at the sea and mountains, I always dream, and the waves are thousands of hectares.
Water Dragon's Song
Preface
Cuiyun embraces the concubine in the distance, dancing in colorful clothes late at night. The lead flower is washed cleanly, and the water trickles out of the bath, and the words are filled with words. Taiye is desolate and cold. Seas and mountains comply with the agreement, what's the point of breaking the soul? There is nothing like it in the world, with icy skin and beautiful snow? They are helpless and look after each other frequently.
Thirty-six waves of mist and rain. The old desolation, who can I complain to? Nowadays, it is said that Shantou's posture is self-cleaning and its painstaking efforts are even more painful. The stockings stopped for the first time. The jade knot is still unsolved, and Lingbo will be gone soon. Try riding a leaf in the wind, come back at the end of the month, and make music with Xiuhua (one is a flute).
Qiluoxiang
Autumn Thoughts
There are scattered stars in the corner of the house, the dark water in the courtyard, and I still remember the new tree hiding crows.
Try to break the pear blossom and walk deep into the small column. Listen to powder films. The rustling of the stairs, someone is there, and the night window is speechless. It turns out that now, the door is covered with a solitary lamp, and the screen is filled with heartbroken sentences.
The good times are as muddy as running water, and you can still see a few leaves of the sycamore tree, tapping the Zhuhu. The sound of autumn should make both sides feel sad. The river is far away, and there is no way for the geese to return home. Who will go to write embroidered notes and poems? Boring, still covering the fragrant bottle, drunk listening to the rain late at night.
Qiluoxiang
Red leaves
The jade pestle is red, the golden knife is red, and the lone tree in Wujiang is dyed again. How many points of red lead, how many times of complaining about the autumn dusk. Shocked by old dreams, the green temples are lightly withered, complaining of new hatred, and the crimson lips are slightly noted. The most pitiful thing, with the fresh frost blowing, the embroidered rong is jealous of the evening makeup.
Thousands of forests are swaying and becoming less and less, why is the west wind old and beautiful, fighting for beauty like this. The remaining flowers in February are missing the car on the mountain road. Recognize it, the flowing water is in the deserted ditch, I am afraid that there are still some, and I send you loving words. But it is desolate, the setting sun in the autumn garden, the cold branches are dancing drunkenly.
Qiluoxiang
Preface
Grow vermilion drops at night, test wine with make-up in the morning, and reveal the beauty of spring in the cold trees. It's cold in Wujiang, but the frost is still shallow. Jinghan Hall, the crimson spots are beginning to condense. Recognize the Sui Dynasty and re-cut the color technique. How late is it to refine the elixir and make it mature? It's late autumn for young people to change their colors.
The sparse branches are often shaken by the evening rain, so beautiful that the west wind blows the dancing clothes to pieces. Green water and deserted ditches are ultimately endowed with love and far-reaching beauty. The sky is empty, peach blossoms are scattered, and they are idle and miss Liu Ruan. Let's keep it and write about the quiet feelings at leisure. There are three or four pieces of stone fence.
Qi Tianle
Firefly
Bihen first turns into pond grass, and the wild light shines on it. The thin stars flow over the fan, and the dew drops on the plate are scattered on the Qiuyuan. Practicing clothes is near. Remember to wear the coolness of willows and spend the time in peace. By mistake, I am remnant of the compilation, and the green bag is empty and the dream is inaccurate.
A few o'clock in the evening when the building was dark, the man leaning on the railing was still awake, feeling a deep sense of resentment. Moss drifts in the gardens of the Han Dynasty and leaves fall on the Mausoleum of the Qin Dynasty. It is an endless desolation through the ages. Who is the province? But the afterglow is across the water, and the shadow is next to the forest. Already feeling desolate, it is even more worthy of the eternal autumn night!
Qi Tianle
Cicada
The green locust tree (one for shade) Qiancun West window is quiet (one for dawn), I am tired of day sleep and startled. The body is light when drinking water, and the wings are thin when singing in the wind. Desolate and tired ears. I brushed the piano strings heavily, fearing to find the crown ear. I have a short dream deep in the palace, and I still complain to others that I am haggard.
The remaining rainbow has collected all the rain, and the evening comes intermittently, which is the feeling of autumn. Diseased leaves are hard to retain, slender leaves are easy to grow old, and I have no memory of my life in the setting sun. The bright moon is broken in the window. Even the remaining sound has disappeared, and the remains are still withered and shed. The shadows on the temples are uneven, and the broken soul is green (one is clear) in the mirror.
Qi Tianle
Preface
I regret that the soul of the palace is broken, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year (Yizuyu). When I first swallowed the cold ke, I also moved the dark leaves, and complained about the deep sadness of separation again. It rains at the west window (Yizhuoyuan). The strange Yao pendant flows empty (one is made of gradually gold and the sound of the knife is mixed), and the jade zither is adjusted to the pillar. The mirror is dark (one cover up) and the makeup is ruined. Who is so beautiful on the temples?
The copper and Shantou lead are washed with tears, sighing that it is difficult to store zero dew when carrying a plate to a far distance. The diseased wings startle the autumn, and the withered form reads the world, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter, and it suddenly becomes sad and sad. I fantasize about the wind blowing, and there are thousands of willow threads.
Qi Tianle
As a gift to Taoist Qiuya for his return to the west
In the cold smoke and residual water of the mountain valley, every house has yellow leaves on its door. The fish in my hometown are fat, the geese are falling in the early cold, and the lonely boat is about to return. Jiangnan is so angry that he wants to return to the river and sing a new song? In exchange for the beauty of Qiu, I feel even more sad when I think about Qu Xizi.
At that time, there were endless old things, and the prosperity was like a dream, but I can’t talk about it now (who can I tell it to now). Short brown near the stream, leaning against the rocks, the scenery of the mountains makes them farewell. The river clouds are frozen, even though there are only plum blossoms, they are still worth climbing. Sending lovesickness, a branch and night snow.
Qi Tianle
Farewell Friends of the Siming Dynasty
I have traveled to ten continents and three islands, and I have been sad and sad for many times. The fallen leaves are heavy and the withered strips are old and broken, Xiao Sa is in the middle of autumn. I feel lazy when I arrive, and it is hard to keep the sunflower basket, and my ramie clothes will be changed. I am so lonely. Is there no one who has a grudge against me?
Delay will eventually come, no matter how you take advantage of it, Liangsheng Jiangman. The moon is hanging to urge the journey, the wind is collected to borrow the mooring, and I don't remember that the sail is far away. By the side of Shanyin Road. There are crickets chirping on the wall, and wild geese crossing the building. The government is afraid of yellow flowers, and others will return late.
One calyx is red
Exploring the plum blossoms in the stone house
My thoughts are fluttering. Walking alone in front of the immortal Shu, the bright moon shines on the sky. It's still too late to wait, and the courtyard is still dark. The mountains behind closed doors feel depressed. Hug Fang hates, the beauties are divided thinly, it seems that there is no promise, the fragrant soul turns into a spring beauty. The rain is astringent and the wind is slow, the fog is light and the waves are fine, and the dream of Hunan is far away.
Who accompanies Bizun Diaotu? Smiling Qiong's skin (one is called Qiong Ji) is bright and bright, and her green temples are fluttering.
The green phoenix crows in the sky, the jade dragon dances in the night, and the light of the river shakes in the distance. At the end of the poem, there are sparse fragrance and light shadows, and they lean together on the dry moss and listen to the flute. After listening to the lingering sound for a long time, I was heartbroken, and the coldness penetrated the silk threads.
One calyx is red
In the spring of Bingwu, there is a scroll of flowers in Chicheng Mountain.
Yu Chanjuan. Even after all the remaining snow in spring, I still haven't crossed Qingluan. The sparse calyx has no fragrance, and the soft branches are unique and beautiful. They should hate to live in the world. I remember that it was once shining, the moon was pale at dusk, and the shadow gradually became thinner and moved up the small railing. A little clear soul, half a branch empty (one is cold), full of fragrance.
At the clear dawn of the tender cold in the province, I crossed the broken bridge and the flowing water, and asked for letters on the solitary mountain. The ice millet (a muscle) is slightly pinned, and the dusty clothes are dirty. When they meet, they accidentally climb lightly. Don’t be surprised, I’m a tired visitor from the southeast, covering my eyes with tears, I watched it again and again. The trees in Wutian, my hometown, are old and fade after the rain.
One calyx is red
Red plum
Zhan Fangfei. Taking advantage of the charming east wind, it blows the light swallow branches again. The green phoenix held the elixir in its mouth, and Qiong Nu tasted the wine, and was surprised to see the jade-like figure change into ice. It's so springy, it's too early in the south of the Yangtze River, there are strange people, and the snow and apricot flowers are flying. The moss is sparse and sparse. Qian's skirt is messy, and the mountain mood is falling.
Don’t worry about countless things in the sky. According to the shadow of the coral sea, the cold moon withered branches. Wu Yan left her soul and the Shu demon shed tears, living up to her expectations. It's cold in the year, no one cares about it, and when the red mist breaks, it's time for the crane to return. It's a pity that the shark's gauze is cut into pieces, and I don't send my lovesickness.
One calyx is red
Preface
Jian Danyun. Afraid of the cold road in Jianggao, thousands of stacks protect Qingfen. She shed tears on her silk sheets, made up on the heavy pillow, and was shocked to see her emaciated ice soul. Who can take advantage of it, the east wind changes color, let the snow fly, and the green skirt is flying. Wu Yuan's body was twinned; in Shu City, her bun was high, and she suddenly arrived at Chaimen.
I want to send my old friend thousands of miles, but I hate that the Yan branch is too thin and lonely in spring. It's hard to keep a jade tube, but it's easy to write down a golden statue (I cried), and I was drunk for several times. He Chongji, Luofu Mengjue, Bu Fangying, like staying in Xinghua Village. A tree of corals and a pale moon shine alone at dusk.
One calyx is red
Early spring nostalgia
The small courtyard is deep. There are mossy old trees, and the scenery is like a mountain forest. It's cold when the house invades (one is a cold wind), which brings heavy rain on the pond, and sometimes you can hear birds flying over (one is a quiet bird's cry). Sweeping the deserted path, the remaining plum blossoms are like snow. If it is too much, the human day will be more cloudy? The people who press the wine, test the light and weather, come one after another.
I still remember the old Youting Pavilion, where the weeping willows were pulling the threads, and the young grass was picking up the hairpins. Luo Dai has one heart, half arms are made of gold, singing and pouring softly by the flowers. They fight for trust and part with each other in a romantic way. Thinking about the past makes the hatred heavy. Being drunk and enjoying the scenery in wild clothes is not like today.
Jie Lianhuan
Olive
Thousands of pearls hanging in the green, I think of the dense trees in the wilderness, ◇◇◇◇. I hate Jiangdi, and I want to fix Wu Fan first. The servant girl Cui is showing off her coquettishness, so it is difficult to leave the forest. When we meet each other at the end of the year, we recommend our young children and praise our icy cheeks. The red salt is scattered everywhere, especially when the night is cold and the drunkenness is sober.
The frosty hedgehog awns are cracked by the frost, chewing the solitary flowers carefully. The throat is so fragrant. The taste is pity when it is broken, and the sweetness is astringent after returning to it. It seems like returning to the hometown of the province and traveling to the wind and moon in the old days. Yami tastes it again, and when it comes to defeating him, he will be pure. Gengliu Ren, half a cyanotic pill, the plain Ou is full of snow.
San Shumei
The next time Zhou Gong expressed his farewell to the old capital
The flowers in the orchid vat were half in bloom. The west window is desolate, with broken fireflies and new wild geese. When others are rare, they look at each other with disdain, and their beauty is dull. Always drifting away, more time off, pear blossoms and autumn gardens. What's more, nowadays, it's hard to stop thinking about things, and the talents are reduced.
Tonight the mountains are high and the river is shallow. The moon sets and the sails are empty again, and the wine wakes people up. Colorful sleeves of black gauze (one is used as a song about broken silk sleeves) to relieve people's sorrow, but only the broken song is gentle and graceful (one is used to express resentment). Once I believe in the east wind, I will make an appointment again, with red cheeks and blue eyes. I'm afraid the boat will go west and the apple blossoms will be late.
Sanshumei
Cherry
Hongying (a cherry blossom) hangs green. Gradually the golden bell branches become deeper, and the flowers on the Yao steps become less. Thousands of swallow branches are given as gifts to fight against old feelings, and people who play beads grow old. I sang at the bottom of the fan. I still remember that Fan Ji was petite. After many lovesicknesses, all the red beans are sold, and the blue silk is empty.
The fragrance blooms early. It's a bright night, with plain toads shining low. While recommending bamboo shoots, I sigh that there are not many spring events in my hometown. The storage (a gift) is full of Yun cages, touching the dark side and embracing the end of the world. I fantasize about meeting Qingyi for the first time, and I have a wonderful dream in Huayin.
Celebrating the Qing Dynasty
Liuhua
The songs in the Jade Bureau are incomplete, but the poems in Jinling are perfect. Every year the wind is lost. To the west is a graceful girl, who is the only one who has the pity to enter the house and fly red. The green shade in front carries wine, and the color of the branches is similar to that of a dancing skirt. Why should it be drawn up, with wax beads as the base and embroideries as clusters?
Whoever is in the palace of his old home has left Taizhenxian and swept away the spring sky. Zhu Ban protects it, but now it is time to miss the flower work. The path is full of upside-down crimson flowers, and I want to reach the mountains without a carriage or horse. After the west wind, there are still a few points left, which are still better than spring.
Qinggong Spring
Narcissus
The bright jade holds the gold, and the thin ribbons dance back to the snow for you. The soft shadows are uneven, the fragrance is messy, and the green apron is thin and twisted. The age and beauty are incompatible, remembering the previous time and the resentment of farewell to Xiang and Gao. When the mournful strings are heard again, they are all desolate and do not need to be played thoroughly.
Who will pity Guoxiang here? The smoke is cold and the sand is dim, which suddenly makes me sad. The flowers are uncontrollable, the wine is sold out, and the ice outside the door is beginning to form. I'm trying to recruit the immortal soul, but I'm afraid that my hairpin will be frozen tonight. I go out alone with a plate, dreaming of Xianyang and the moon falling over the Forbidden City.
High Balcony
The residual calyx (one is a shallow calyx) has sour plum blossoms, the water in the new ditch is green, and the sequence of the first sunny day is bright. With independent railings, who would pity those who spend their years in vain? The Qingming Festival is approaching, and it is expected that Yan Ling will send a silver note. They also compete for knowledge and love each other, but they can't even sing.
The twin moths do not brush against the cold blue luan, leaving the flowers in the shade to sleep quietly behind closed doors. Good luck is predicted many times, but I hate money even though I have no proof. Who sent the letter to the end of the world? I took advantage of the east wind and returned to the ship in a hurry. Even though the poplars are floating in the sky and the courtyard is full of poplar flowers, it’s still before spring.
High Balcony
Chen Junheng has not returned from his long journey. The Duke of Zhou has the gift of cherishing people and singing songs to make peace with them.
Lightly dressed in camel brown, a small team of tamarins and harriers, crossing the flowing ice river at night. The snow is flat on the sand, and the flying flowers are blowing in Emei. The pipa is already a desolate tune, but it is more sentimental than it was at that time. Think about it now, I am in Longting, and I first persuaded (yizuo) Jin Xie.
It is difficult to send a fragrant letter, so I look towards the mountains and rivers, holding my love in my arms. Jiang Yan returns alone, and people from the end of the world return home late. Qin Huaibi is still the same when he returns. Who else knows about this worry? To the east wind, the sky is like a hanging willow, with thousands of scattered threads.
High balcony
He Zhou Cao window conveys the charm of friends in Yue and Zhong
The lingering snow in the courtyard is overcast, the shadows of the curtains are slightly cold, and the plump jade tubes are in spring. The little post is made of gold and clay, I wonder whose house spring is in. I miss you all night and dream in front of the window, but I am alone and covered by water and clouds every other day. But it is sad, the trees are full of fragrance, and the ground is sloping.
Jiangnan is free from sorrow, so I travel along the ancient road and return to Yanpingsha. How to get silver paper, diligent and talk about years. Nowadays, fragrant grass grows everywhere, no matter how high you look, you can’t see the end of the world. What's more, there are several east winds and flying flowers.
Sweeping Flowers
The Sound of Autumn
Shang Biao first appeared, gradually the first smell of Xixi, Xiao Xiao still lives. Suddenly tired of the journey. With the hanging shadow of a green lantern on my back, I chant a sad poem. If there is no proof, I will try to listen to it in the deserted court. Where? But the steps are covered with fallen leaves, and there are only tall trees.
The recursive dream of being far away makes it difficult for the elderly to stop it, and the illness is miserable. In the courtyard of the old mountain, I think that Honggu is chirping beside me, and crickets are whispering. The few points are harmonious, and the drizzle of bananas is falling. There is nowhere to hide, this idle sorrow is especially painful late at night.
Sweeping flowers tour
Green shade
The small courtyard is shaded by green, and when it rains and the wind blows, the remaining red is like sweeping. The green path is small. Asked about climbing bars and pistils, who is serious enough? It is said that green is better than when it looks like flowers. How do you know how much I have regretted since I left Hannan?
People are quiet in the clear day. Ren secretly protects the curtain from the cold, and secretly misses the dawn outside the window. The old alliance is wrong. New branches and tender seeds always grow old with spring. Gradually we miss each other, and we can see the long pavilion and the road is gone. Stirring the arms, listening to the velvet and several birds singing.
Sweeping Flowers
Preface
The roller blinds are green and wet, after a few lingering cold spells and a few windy rains. Asked if Chun lives? But in a hurry, the changes will be gone. The charming green scenery is always an old village in the south of the Yangtze River. I am standing still, thinking about picking incense in the past. What is more of a person now?
The place where you carry wine along the fragrant path is shaded green and has countless tender moss. The old forest is late, and the road is becoming more and more uneven, and the wild pond mountain road is full. I'm tired of pillowing on a leisurely bed, and it's just a twilight in the courtyard. It sends sadness, is afraid of the cold sound, and urges the autumn dusk.
Flower Sweeping Tour
Preface
The courtyard is full of tender green, the leaves are getting denser and blinding the windows, and the branches are intersecting in disorder. Where is the red break? But in a hurry, there are countless traces of green. The shadows are heavy, locking the quiet courtyard. Try to stand still, afraid that a little old fragrance will still be in the secluded tree.
How much do you know about the dense yin? And use the bamboo mat to clear your sleep, and use the quilt to take a leisurely walk. Du Lang is getting old, and it is late to find his beauty, and it is difficult to endow him with tiredness. Even though the flowers are blooming, it's time to worry about the wind and rain. The short pavilion is full of green at dusk, how can it cover up the spring?
Lock the window in the cold
Spring Thoughts
While wine and pear blossoms are in bloom, poems are urged on catkins, a window of spring resentment. The sparse rain has washed away all the fragrant pieces on the steps. Counting the east wind, twenty-four times, I missed the West Garden banquet several times. Recognizing the small curtained door, it is better to fly away to the old nest with two swallows.
I once saw that the two moths were shallow. After saying goodbye, there were many responses, and the scars did not show. Butterflies flutter in the shade of flowers, afraid of reading poems and fanning them. If you rely on him and the flowing water to express your feelings, you can't go farther than spring. But I was bored, sick and tired of drinking, and stayed in the Tuyuyuan at night.
Locked windows are cold
Spring is cold
The east wind is strong, the rain is thin, and the fallen plum blossoms are all gone. The single piece of clothing is full of sympathy, and then the gold and incense burns out. Missing a thousand reds, trying makeup late, the homeland is not as close as the Qingming Festival. But the garden is full of willow color, soft silk dancing shyly, light yellow but still condensed.
Fangjing also pays attention to the province. Peeping through the curtain towards Bo Xiao (one night), the tender yin is on the pillow. Tung Blossom is getting older and has done a lot of good work. Look again, the green all over the West Lake, the wild geese returning to the north have been urged to return. Waiting for the old days, I will bring the general back and bring hatred to the south of the Yangtze River.
Lock the windows and it’s cold.
The orioles come out of the valley late, and there are few geese trampling on the sand, which makes the courtyard dark. The east wind is like water, still covering two houses with agarwood. There are traces of snow on the berry steps, but they have already taken advantage of the flying plum blossoms. Nailiu took possession of it, and a new courtyard was kept in peace.
Qiandu, Xiyuan Road. Remember the quarrel on the half-sleeves, and the charming eyebrows. Qiong's muscles are dark and timid, and she stands drunk in the depths of a thousand reds. Now, in Shanguanshui Village, who is the most beautiful person? The most unbearable, desolate night, turned into a rain of pear blossoms.
Yingtianchang
The curtains are covered with butterfly powder, the quiet path is filled with mud, and the light rain has just begun to fall among the flowers. It's cold food in the forbidden city again, and the light boat is clear. Looking for fragrant land, familiar with coming and going, still like the north and south of the embankment. Looking at the willows, there is a shadow and swaying new green.
Revisit the Yange people and listen to the sound of spring, which is still the song of Du Lang. The scenery of last spring is rippling, deep in the apricot blossom house. The east wind once stayed. Take a small note and stay close to the window in Hsinchu. I used to travel far away, and when I came back drunk, the courtyard was filled with silver candles.
八六子
Sweeping (once washing) the fragrant forest, after several winds and rains, all the spring birds have grown old in a hurry. Gradually it becomes thinner and moister (one is stewed) and invades the clothes constantly. The tender coolness is born with the fan, and the window sings to itself at night.
It is heavy and quiet, and the path is fragrant. The fragrant curtains of dark mist and moss are clean, and the shadows of the sparse bamboos are deep in the courtyard. The day is dull (one is forgotten), the morning makeup on the eyebrows is swept away, the treasure hairpin is scattered (one is demolished), the embroidered screen (one is made of silk screen, the other is made of embroidered quilt) is broken, at that time the dark water and clouds are full of wine, and the moon is left on the empty mountain to listen to the piano . It turns out that now, there are many green shades in front of the door.
Touching the fish
Washing the forest, the wind and rain come at night, and spring comes in a hurry. I just sent you the spring back, now I send you to Junnanpu again. You listen, I am afraid that at this time, I will pass by Wuzhong Road when I return in spring. Wherever you go, you will quickly turn to the lake (or river). Thousands of green willows will tie the spring for me.
Spring is still here, so don’t ask for your spring partner. The remaining flowers are now dust. Gusu is far away from the stage, but Xizi is far away. Can you call me? And I'm afraid (the word "no fear"), the end of spring has arrived without evidence. Fanjun's witty words made me write the spring, the flowers and the willows, into green notes.
Touching the fish
Water shield
The jade curtain is cold, the green traces (one piece of silk) are slightly broken, and the clear shadows floating in the sky are fragmented. Biya also complains about Chunzhou, with two volumes of small seals and Fang characters. It also looks like it is tied with a Luo belt, acacia, and decorated with a few green pearls. Old stories in Wuzhong, buttermilk is regrettable, seabass is not good, who is drunk in autumn with me?
The rivers and lakes are booming, and the west wind started again last night. Young and young miscalculation. Nowadays, I am not afraid of returning home, but I am afraid of seeing my old friend thousands of miles away. What's more, when the sun is setting and the rainbow is hanging over the sky, how can it be given the meaning of coming? Canglang dream. Even if we travel together again, we will grow old in loneliness and regret.
The sound is slow
The door is quiet, the fallen leaves are deep, and the sound of autumn enters my house again. A pillow of fresh coolness, the late rain falling lightly by the west window. The old fragrance and color have changed, but the river is full of willows and wild cattails. Maoling is far away, and the years are slowly blooming, and the old age is the same.
Last night the west wind started to blow. I wanted to play with the water next to the water shield and think about books behind the orange. The short scene is sad, and the song is empty, and the copper pot is knocked in the air. At that time, we made a farewell appointment. When the geese return, will the people return home? The wild geese are returning. I asked people whether they are like wild geese.
The voice is slow
In the high and cold households, there are empty white statues, and thousands of mountains are filled with solitary light. The jade shadow is like the sky, and the fragrance is dimly falling from the sky. I have been very interested in this in my life. I remember when I was alone in Hu bed. How do you know, it's just the passing of years, and everything is hurt!
The south tower is already bent and broken, and even though there are few flowers and a pale moon, it is only desolate. Cold rain and slanting wind, not to mention the west window alone. Old friends from the end of the world, we miss each other and look at each other forever night. The dream is far away, taking advantage of the sound of autumn to cross the river together.
The voice is slow
He Zhoucao Chuang
Welcome to the door with a high bun, lean on the fan to clear the air, Pingting has not counted Xizhou. The vermillion lead is lightly brushed, and the spring breeze blows through the February branches. We met a handsome man with beautiful makeup, and there was romance in his old home and Beijing and Luo. Heartbroken sentence, try to pick up the color pen again, and worry about leisurely life.
I still remember that Lingbo wanted to leave, and asked Ming Mingluo socks, but for whom did he keep them? Dreaming about lovesickness in vain, I went boating to Nanpu several times. Don't quit dancing with jade bottles, fearing that the swallows will come back again and the building will be empty. I am melancholy, hugging my pipa and spending this autumn leisurely.
Drunken Penglai
Returning to the old mountain
Sweeping the doorway of the west wind, the yellow leaves withered and the white clouds dispersed. The willow tree is replaced by the withered shade, how late is it for Fu to return? The refreshing air is falling, the green moth eyebrows are charming, and the chatting comfort comes to the eyes. My homeland is like dust, my old friends are like dreams, and I am still too lazy to climb high.
Count the cold heroes, who are they missing? Who cares about the beauty and beauty when you step into the deserted fence? Autumn lanterns in a room, autumn rain in a courtyard, and the sound of autumn geese. I try to attract Fang Zun, but I don’t know if it will go away. How much will I feel depressed?
Dharma music presents the sound of immortals
The plum blossoms in the pavilion gather together, and the rhyme is played by the grass and windows.
The layers of green are lofty and slender, and the ripple marks are clear and shallow. The passing years are moving and mysterious, and we meet again and again. Remember to call for wine and look for fragrant places, and your makeup will fade late.
Sold. The situation is desolate. I have been away from my thoughts recently, so I should forget about it. I return home late at night under the bright moon. A branch of spring flies by, hating the east wind and people seeming far away in the sky. Even if there are residual flowers, they are full of clothes and lead tears. But if you take it diligently, you will feel resentment.
The Resentment of the Changting Pavilion
Revisiting the Hometown of Zhongan
I passed by Pan Guding and Donggao. I still remember that on that day, the green shade gate was covered (one was used as a courtyard). The clogs are on the berry steps, the wine stains are on the sleeves, there is no limit to things. If you want to find the traces of your past, you will be melancholy and become an autumn garden. I made an appointment with someone to appreciate the flowers, but after I said goodbye, I was always in a romantic mood.
The water is far away. How do you know that beyond the flowing water (Yizuo asked where the water flows), there are chaotic mountains especially far away. The dream of the end of the world is short, and I want to forget it. The beautiful scenery is sparse and carved on the threshold. The sight is endless, the sun is slowly setting, caressing the trees, and the years are approaching. But when I count the red maidens, I still recognize the sadness of the Western Garden.
The Moon over the Xijiang River
A painting of snowy plum blossoms for Zhao Yuanfu
The faded powder is light and delicate, and the protective fragrance overlaps with the ice silk. Who has traces of jade on the branches? The east wind does not sweep away every night.
The slanting shadows on the stream are pale, and the soul is lost in the dream. Qiaohan refused to let go of Chunjiao, and she was always single-eyed and clear.
Treading on the Shasha
Inscribed on Cao Chuang Ci Volume
The white stone flies to the fairy, the purple clouds melodiously tune, the broken song makes people listen to it (one makes a heavy hatred) and there are few close friends. When I was about to return to my dreams, green grass grew in the pond of my old home.
Friends with the wind and the moon (the wind and the sun remain in the sky), embraced by the mountains and rivers, who knows how to know spring. Kong Liuli (yizuoyi) hates Jiangnan all over the country, and misses her forever.
Light yellow willow
Jiaxu winter, farewell to the Duke of Zhou in the lonely mountain. The next winter, the Duke would like to travel to Kuaiji and meet each other for a month. The next winter, the Duke returned home, held hands and gathered to say goodbye, and then left again. I am so sad that I respectfully give this explanation.
The piccolo played by Fangbian made the first promise in Gushan. The rain is gentle and the wind is gentle and cold. The green mirror and Qin servant girl's hairpin farewell, and the fragrance and resentment shake off together.
The plain clothes are thin, and the old red calyx is heavy. Sigh and join hands, turn away from the rope. Material green birds, a dream of spring without much (a work). Lovesickness in the night after, the prime toad is shining down, who sweeps the flower shade to drink?
Marigold
The cicadas sing in the rain, the fireflies flow in the dew grass, and the years are getting late. In the quiet night, there is no sleep, the stars are scattered, and the Jiang River is clear and shallow. The painting corners are desolate in places, attracting the light cold and urging the swallows. Outside the west tower, the slanting moon has not yet set, and the strong wind blows away the flying geese.
How to entertain yourself at this time? To meet each other, unless we wait for a dream. The eyes in the bridal chamber are full of tears, looking at people as if they are left out of the autumn fan. It is a pity that the small courtyard is shaded by tongs, and the crows are crows in the sky. I am tired of the land, and I am in love with you all day long. I am fragrant and sad.
Gengluzi
The sun is holding the mountain, the mountain is covered with snow, and the flute is playing in the evening wind and the moon is waning. The dream of Xiang is broken, the soul of Chu is lost, and the wild geese fly in the golden river in autumn.
The heart is separated, the memories are filled with tears, the ribbon is already hurt and haggard. The rhyme of the cricket is urgent, the sound of the pestle is cold, and the robe is not wide.
Jin Tang Chun
Chinese Valentine's Day
The tender cinnamon spreads the fragrance, the tall elm sends out the shadow, and the light and small fan cools down. The mandarin duck shuttle is quiet, and the Fengzhu Bridge is completed. The threader comes at the end of the month, revealing the flowers in the wind garden. Look at the broken stars, the melting dew drops, and the clouds covered with smiles.
The color plate stares at the fairy, but three (one double) stars are faintly visible, and one is full of water. I secretly think about whispering against my shoulder, my temples are messy and my hairpin is horizontal. The floating threads of the bead net bring about hatred, and the jade fortune sticks remind people of their destiny. It's a coincidence that things are happening in this world, but it seems like you're in a hurry. What's your mood?
Jintang Spring
Mid-Autumn Festival
The autumn leaves are deep in the dew palms, and the flower buds are leaking forever, which is worthy of the new sunshine this evening. Just as all the dust has flown away, everything is silent. The golden mirror opens and casts shadows, and the jade pot contains water that penetrates the edges. The vertical curtain is slanted between trees, and the candles are dark and the flowers are broken, not blocking the virtual light.
The beauty hates Ge Dai, and she is afraid of clouds. Early on, the mandarin ducks in the palace shoes were small and the cicadas were light on the green temples. The toad moisturizes the plum blossoms at night, and the cinnamon scented fairy bones are fragrant.
Looking at Chang'e at this moment, she is both passionate and ruthless.
Like a dream
I am like a spring cocoon pulling out of the building, and you are like a zither string and a pillar. Speechless and united, flowers and catkins are falling all over the ground. Go back, go back, pointing to the place covered by clouds in the distance.
The green house and the lotus root
Drunk and staring, it is the autumn dawn in the Chu sky, and the clouds are gathering on the bank of Hunan. The grass is green, blue and red, and the small Tingzhou is shallow. In Yuanyangpu under the fragrance of wild lotus, the song of hateful water ripples wakes up the sleeping gulls. Looking at the clouds and sails, there is a lonely light, and the sound of the oars is soft.
I looked at the green willows of Biandi with sorrow, and once danced to see off the dragon boat with brocade cables. He supports the whole country, has a slender waist and white teeth, and smiles leaning on the lost building. The night moon of the five lakes is empty, and it shines shamelessly, and the autumn of the thirty-six palaces. I was chanting loudly, but I couldn't help but turn around, and the water splashed and the maple leaves lingered.