Spring Shirt Usually Dyed with Beijing Dust
Origin: Sounding Slowly (after the inscription of Wu Mengwang's Remaining Writings-another version of which is titled Mengwang's Self-doing Song Frosty Flower Flesh Volume) (Song-Zhang Yan)
The Smoky Embankment with its small boat and the Rainy House with its deep lamps, the spring shirt is used to dyeing with the dust of the Beijing Capital. Dancing willow and singing peaches, the heart of the matter secretly annoyed the east neighbor. I doubt that the night window dream butterfly, now, still stay in the shade of flowers.
Looking back at the end of the song, the people are far away, the soul of the dark, bear to see a lot of clouds. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm sorry to say that the water tower is not a good place to write, but there is a slanting sun, and I'm still afraid to go there. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm going to be able to get through this," he said.
Walking clouds in the dream to recognize Qiongniang
Source: Flower Offenders (Song - Wu Wenying)
Bridge horizontal branches, clear streams and shadows, repairing the empty mirror dawn. The small window of spring to. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The old moss tears lock frost a thousand points, pale Chinese **** old. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The cloud dream recognized Qiongniang, ice skinny, slender wind before the fiber onyx. Wake up from the residual drunkenness, outside the screen mountains, the sound of small green birds. The cold spring is stored, the blue kettle is getting warmer, the years are on, the green lamp is changed. But I'm afraid to dance, a curtain of butterflies, the jade dragon blow and disappear.
My generation of line hiding gentleman will not know
Source: Qinyuanchun (Southern Song Dynasty - Chen Renjie)
To ask the cuckoo, against the death to urge to return, you Hu do not return? It seems like the white crane in Liaodong is still searching for the Huabiao, and the bird in the sea still remembers the Wuyi. Wu Shu is not far away, feathers from the good, and take advantage of the east wind to fly to the west. What is the reason, but the body of the village, blood spilled branches. The rise and fall of the common things do not grieve, counting the glory of the world how long? Look at the Jinjiang River is good, Crouching Dragon is gone, Jade Mountain is unharmed, jumping horse why. If you don't know how to forgive yourself, you're just trying to persuade me. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
Heyuan angry wind like a knife
Source: Sei cold line (Tang - Wen Tingjun)
Yan bow string strong frost sealing tile, park rustling cold carving look at the plains. A bit of yellow dust from the geese noise, white dragon pile under a thousand hoofed horses.
He Yuan angry wind like a knife, cut off the Shuoyun day higher. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of it," he said.
Heart Xu Ling Yan name will not be extinguished, every year the word of the brocade hurt parting. The colorful brushstrokes are so glorious that they make the tears of the green house turn into blood.
The paper of the countryside book came ten thousand miles
Source: Butterfly Lovers' Flower - Jingkou get the countryside book (Song - Su Shi)
After the rain, the spring face is clearer and more beautiful. The only thing I can do is to get away from my family, but it's hard to wash away my hatred. In front of Beigu Mountain, there are three sides of water, and the blue Qiong comb embraces the green spiral bun. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a piece of paper and write a letter. I am not sure how long it will take for me to get back. I'm going to send off spring with my white head, and I'm going to get drunk. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Who is the one who knows me
Source: Lotus Leaf Cup (清-纳兰性德)
Who is the one who knows me
Who is the one who knows me? It is enough. I'm not sure if I'm going to win. I am sorry that I have to say that I am sorry for what I have done, and that I am sorry for what I have done, and that I am sorry for what I have done.
It is easy to say that the time is easy to spend, morning and evening. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
Wan Gu Spring return dream not return
Origin: Miscellaneous Songs - Dharma Branch (Tang Dynasty - Wen Tingyun)
Pounding musk into dust incense is not extinguished, the lotus as inches of silk is difficult to stop. Red tears Wen Ji Luo water spring, white head Su Wu Tianshan snow. You do not see worry about the high latitude flowers, Zhangpu feast after the cold dew. Once the ministers *** prisoners, want to blow the Qiang pipe first Maru Lan. The old minister's head sideburns frost Hua early, but it is a pity that the ambition of the old drunk. The dream of returning to Yecheng in the spring is not returning, Yecheng wind and rain even the grass of the sky.
Yecheng wind and rain even the sky grass
Origin: Miscellaneous Songs and Dramas - Dharma Branch (Tang Dynasty - Wen Tingyun)
Pounding musk into the dust of the incense is not extinguished, the lotus as inches of silk is difficult to be extinguished. Red tears Wen Ji Luo water spring, white head Su Wu Tianshan snow. You do not see worry about the high latitude flowers, Zhangpu feast after the cold dew. Once the ministers *** prisoners, want to blow the Qiang pipe first Maru Lan. The old minister's head sideburns frost Hua early, but it is a pity that the ambition of the old drunk. The dream of returning to Yecheng is not to return, Yecheng wind and rain even the sky grass.
Eleven years ago a dream
Source: Cai Sang Zi (Qing Dynasty - Nalan Seide)
The Xie family courtyard residual even more standing, swallow lodging carving sorghum, the moon silver wall, can not identify the flowers that petal fragrance.
This love has become a memory, falling mandarin ducks, rain breaks slightly cool, eleven years ago a dream.
Leisurely tour of the spring garden broken heart day
Source: willow (Tang - Li Shangyin)
Have been chased by the east wind whisk dance feast, Leisurely tour of the spring garden broken heart day. I'm not sure how I'm going to get there in the fall, but I'm going to take the sun and the cicadas with me.
The two places are each known
Source: Partridge Sky (Song - Jiang Kui)
Fat water flows in the east without any end period, at first, it is not suitable for the kind of lovesickness. In my dreams, I have not yet seen more than the blue and white, but in the dark, I am suddenly surprised by the cries of the birds in the mountains. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it, but I want to be a part of it. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've been doing. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
Killing gas is not at the edge (Tang - Meng Jiao)
Killing gas is not at the edge, and the Chinese autumn is awe-inspiring. The road is not dangerous in the mountains, and the flat land is devastated. The army has risen again in Henan Province, and all the rivers are locked up in the clear and the turbid. The only thing that is difficult for private customers is that they are stuck in the official boat. The situation is not only difficult for private passengers, but also for the official boat. Suddenly, the snow on both temples is the same as one day's sorrow. It is difficult to sleep alone at night, and the stars are floating in the sky. The cool wind swept heaven and earth, and the sound soughing of the sun and the evening. There is no color in everything, and all the people are old and worried. I am ashamed to be a husband if I have not yet established a long strategy. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do something about it," he said.
Source 2: Sending Cui Shuang to Hunan (Tang - Meng Jiao)
The river and the lake are connected, and the two waters wash the sky. I'm sure I know a day's sail makes a thousand miles of wind.
Who will sing with the snow and who will sing with them? I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good deal out of it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal out of it.
Origin 3: Seeking the Words of a Man (Tang - Meng Jiao)
Ten thousand miles of berries and moss, no trace of the drive. The only thing I can do is to open the window of words and write about the sun and the moon.
Bamboo rhymes are in the air, and grass flowers are in the air. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.
The four seats are the same on a clear night
Origin: Ballad of the Night Banquet (Tang - Wen Tingjun)
The long hairpin falls down the hair of two dragonflies, the blue mountain slanting open the painting screen. A gnarled bearded gentleman with five marquis guests, a drink of a thousand bells like a building. The luan pharynx and the beautiful flowers sing in a circle without a knot, and the eyebrows converge on the Hunan smoke and the sleeves return to the snow. The four seats are the same on a clear night, so don't let the water in the ditch part. The wax tears in the pavilion and the fragrance beads are left behind, and the dark dew and the dawn breeze make the curtains cold. Floating in the air, the halberd belt is just like a phase, twenty-four branches of the dragon painting pole. The pipes and the strings are all over the place, and the wine is a big name in the bottle. The high-floor guests scattered apricot blossoms, veins of new toads such as staring.
Who do you know about the moon and wind this evening***
Origin: Magnolia Flower (and Sun Gongsu Bie Anlu - Bon Shibu Tune) (Song - Zhang Xian)
There is a dream of meeting each other. The dust of the horse's hooves outside the door has already moved. The song of complaint is to be listened to when I am drunk, but I can't bear to see it from afar.
Who is the one who knows about the moon and wind tonight? The first thing I'd like to do is to get the chance to see what I'm talking about, and I'd like to do that. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
This is the first time I've ever been to a place where I've had a chance to be a part of something like this
Origin: unknown at this time, suspected to be the Vine's own work.
How many times can one laugh in one's life
Origin: Liangzhou Pavilion and the Judges' Night Gathering (Tang Dynasty - Cen Sen)
The curved moon is hanging over the city, and the moon over the city shines on Liangzhou. In the seven miles of Liangzhou, there are 100,000 homes, and the Hu people are half-understanding the playing of the pipa.
Pipa is a song that breaks my heart, and the night is long and windy. I've seen many old friends in the west of the river, and I've been away from them for three or five springs.
When you see the autumn grass in front of the Flower Gate Building, you can't be poor and look at each other old. I'm not sure how many times I've laughed in my life, but I'm sure I'll get drunk when I meet you.
The Jade White Orchid is hard to take care of
Source: Xianghe Songs - Chagrin Song (Tang Dynasty - Wen Tingyun)
The lotus root thread is hard to beat the needle, and the stamen powder dyed in yellow is so deep. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get through it.
It has been the case since ancient times that the Jian Jian chopped the bells and the lead around the fingers. The green of the court in the three autumns is all welcome to frost, but only the lotus flower guards the red death.
West River, a small official Zhu Ban wheel, willow buds spitting fragrant jade spring. The two hairpins have been promised to each other, not to be alone in the dust of the empty city.
Young Chu water flow like a horse, hate purple sad red full of flat field. The wild soil of a thousand years of grievances, burned to this day as a mandarin tile.
The sky is full of unforeseen winds and clouds
The people have the misfortune of the morning and evening
The sky doesn't teach people to dream
Originally, one Jianmei (Zhu's building in Longyou) (Song-Jiang Jie)
The eye of the small building is wide. The curtains are rolled up in the morning, and the curtains are rolled up in the evening. I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The clouds are again confused. The water is again confused. The sky does not teach one to dream. Last night was cold. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it. At the end of the month of pear blossoms I've been knocking all over the appendages. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
To write a sad story on the vermilion string
Origin: He Xinlang (Song - Liu Kezhuang)
Exiled in blue strands. I have been playing with the gulls in front of the door, and I have seen them push the alliance. If you compare the three deputies of the Shi Shi, Lao Zi has two more times. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. I will not look at the dust and worship by the car, lest in other years, the history of shame Pan mother. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. I am afraid to say Xiao Xiao sentence in my life. I'm afraid to say that I'm not sure if I'm new to this world or if I'm just picking up things and making mistakes. I don't care what is right and wrong and what is legal, I will dance with my feet down. Let all the birds and their noisy voices speak in spring. I would like to write about my sorrows on the vermilion strings, but who can fulfill the heart of this zither with its pulsating pulse? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Cangjiang River, Woodcutting and Fishing in the Daylight
Source: The Hidden Man (Tang - Li Shangyin)
There are fewer people who know the city than those who have passed through it, and there is a doorway for woodcutters at the place where the apes are crying. The road of woodcutting and fishing in the daytime of the Cangjiang River is full of rain when I return to the city at sunset.
Returning at sunset, the rain fills my clothes
Source: The Hidden Man (Tang - Li Shangyin)
There are fewer people who know what it is like to live in the city, and there is a woodpile where the apes are crying. The road of woodcutting and fishing in the daytime of the Cangjiang River is full of rain when I return to the city at sunset.
The wind is blowing around my fingers and I am laughing first
Source: Drunken Song (Tang Dynasty - Wen Tingjun)
The willow on the eaves is yellow at the beginning of the year, and the swallows are new, and the blue is luxuriant with the slightest rain. The color of the trees is deep, and the sound of the warbler is the master of the fireworks. The man in the brocade robe was in a cup of wine, and the wine smelled like a hundred urns of spring wine. Entering the door and dismounted to ask who was there, descending the steps and shaking hands to the Hall of China. Lin Qiong beauty Lianshan eyebrows, low holding the pipa containing grudging thoughts. The wind around my finger I first smile, the moon into the bosom of the gentleman know. I advise you not to cherish the golden bottle of wine, young as a moment as a hand over. If you work hard until you are old and want to eat more, what is there for me to do? Lu Tong in Luoyang was called a scholar, and his wife's feet were bald as she pounded yellow grain. His wife's feet were bald and he pounded yellow grain. He could not read or write, but he was as good as a sheep. The heavenly rhinoceros crushed the vermillion mole rat, and the golden phoenix flew in fright. The rest is not enough to stain the teeth, want to use how to report to the Son of Heaven. An incompetent horse snatches the dust all night long, but a Hua monkey travels a thousand miles in a day. But there is a drunken guest house in the darkness, and I am staring at the sunset with my chin and eyes. I am afraid that the wind and rain will fall in the south of the country, and the flowers of the pear will be in a state of disarray.
The bright moon into the bosom of the gentleman knows
Source: Drunken Song (Tang - Wen Tingjun)
Eaves and willows at the beginning of the yellow swallow new milk, the dawn blue luxuriant over the slight rain. The color of the trees is deep, and the sound of the warbler is the master of the fireworks. The man in the brocade robe was in a cup of wine, and the wine smelled like a hundred urns of spring wine. Entering the door and dismounted to ask who was there, descending the steps and shaking hands to the Hall of China. Lin Qiong beauty Lianshan eyebrows, low holding the pipa containing grudging thoughts. The wind around my finger I first smile, the moon into the bosom of the gentleman know. I advise you not to cherish the golden bottle of wine, young as a moment as a hand over. If you work hard until you are old and want to eat more, what is there for me to do? Lu Tong in Luoyang was called a scholar, and his wife's feet were bald as she pounded yellow grain. His wife's feet were bald and he pounded yellow grain. He could not read or write, but he was as good as a sheep. The heavenly rhinoceros crushed the vermillion mole rat, and the golden phoenix flew in fright. The rest is not enough to stain the teeth, want to use how to report to the Son of Heaven. An incompetent horse snatches the dust all night long, while a Hua monkey travels a thousand miles in a day. But there is a drunken guest house in the darkness, and I am staring at the sunset with my chin and eyes. I am afraid that the wind and rain will fall in the south of the country, and the flowers of the pear will be in a state of disarray.
The White Emperor's deserted city is five thousand li
Source: Jincheng Qu (Tang - Wen Tingjun)
Shushan Mountain is saving the clear snow, and the bamboo shoots and ferns are haunted by nine folds. The winds of the river are blowing to cut the raw silk, and the flowers are covered with a thousand branches of azalea blood.
The azalea flew into the bushes under the rock, and at night it called for a return to the mountain moon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The complaint is that the grass is dead, and the river is planted with acacia seeds. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
September cold anvil urges wood leaves
Origin: Ancient Ideas Presented to the Complementary Que Qiao Zhizhi (Tang - Shen Quanqi)
The young woman of the Lu family tulip, the seagulls perched on the tortoiseshell beams. In September, the cold anvil urges the leaves of the wood, and the ten-year garrison remembers Liaoyang.
Beijing's White Wolf River has broken off, and Danfeng City's autumn night is long. I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll ever be able to see you again, and I'm sure you'll never see me again.
(This poem has also appeared in the Tou Shu's "The Dance of Jun Tian")
Laughter rises from the nest of the blue fire
Originally published as: "Songs of Harmony" - The Divine Strings (Tang Dynasty - Li He)
The sun is setting on the western mountains, and it is dark in the eastern ones; the winds of the whirlwind are blowing the horses and they are treading on the clouds. The sound of the painted strings and pipes is very shallow, and the sound of the flowery skirts (with friction of fabrics) is very heavy in the fall dust.
The leaves of the laurel brush the wind and the laurel falls, the green beaver cries for blood and the cold fox dies. The ancient wall is full of colorful gnarls and golden tails, and the rainman rides into the water of the pool in autumn.
The century-old owl became a wooden charm, laughing in the nest of the blue fire.
There is a blue dragon in the east and a white tiger in the west
Origin: Miscellaneous Songs and Dances - No Sorrows, No Fruit, No Sorrows
There is a blue dragon in the east and a white tiger in the west, and there is a blessed king, Bao Shidu, in the middle of it. The jade pot of Wei Shui laughs at the clear pool, and the chiseled sky does not reach the place where the cows are drawn.
Ti Lin stepped on the clouds of the sky horse caracal, ox mountain shaking broken coral sound. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
Pushing the smoke and spitting on the moon to throw thousands of miles, ten red tungsten line dead. The ghosts of the poplars and other houses are fascinating, and they leave behind a secret memory like a piece of paper.
Sunset to the wind to pull the short silk, blood curdling blood scattered who is now.
How the snow and the moon are intertwined
Origin: Untitled (Tang - Li Shangyin)
The Purple Mansion Immortal's Treasure Lamp, the Cloud Syrup has not yet been drunk into the ice. How the snow and the moon are intertwined in the night, moreover in the twelve floors of the Yao Tai (Yao Terrace).
The twelve jade floors are empty
Source 1: Dai Ying (Tang - Li Shangyin)
The ditch water diverges from the west to the east, and the frosty moon of nine autumns is five winds. The twelve jade buildings are even more empty.
Source 2: Luo Shi song - Cai Sang Zi - five of four (Song - He cast)
Self-pity Chu guest sad autumn thoughts, it is difficult to write Silk Tong. The eye breaks the book Hong. The plain rivers and mountains in the falling light.
Whose water tone sound complaint, yellow leaves west wind. The bridge is east of the fomentation bridge. The twelve jade buildings are even more empty.
Wild soil thousands of years of grievances
Origin: Xianghe Song Dictionary - Chagrin Song (Tang Dynasty - Wen Tingyun)
Lotus root silk for the thread is difficult to win the needle, stamen powder dyeing yellow that can be deep. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get through it.
It has been the case since ancient times that the Jian Jian chopped the bells and the lead around the fingers. The green of the court in the three autumns is all welcome to frost, but only the lotus flower guards the red death.
West River, a small official Zhu Ban wheel, willow buds spitting fragrant jade spring. The two hairpins have been promised to each other, not to be alone in the dust of the empty city.
Young Chu water flow like a horse, hate purple sad red full of flat field. The wild soil of a thousand years of grievances, burned to this day as a mandarin tile.
Silent water, red polygonum, the main thing Hua
Provenance: the name of the poem and the date of the author are not known
Leaning on the back of the long winds and falling into the silent sands, the distant knowledge of the clouds and the late end of the world. I am not aware of this kind of lonesome, but I am aware that the water is red, and that it is the main thing that matters.
Note: The red characters are the source of the chapter names.
Source of poems, lyrics, songs, etc., in the Vine
The line of the Great Wall Grottoes (Tang - Li Shimin)
The sad winds outside the Seychelles are cutting through, and the soldiers of the Jiahe River have already been knotted up. The sea is full of waves and the mountains are full of snow. The garrison is at risk, and the mountain ranges are leading to high festivities. The pennant is rolled up, and the horse drinks out of the Great Wall. In September, the cold anvil urged the leaves of the wood, and the ten-year garrison of Liaoyang. The letters of the White Wolf in the north of the river were cut off, and the autumn night in the south of the Danfeng city was long. Who says that I have no one to see, but the bright moon, which shines on the yellow stream. The silk worm is not exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry up. The mirror in the morning is worried about the sideburns of the clouds, and the night chanting should feel the coldness of the moonlight. There is not much way to Pengshan, but the bluebird is attentive to visit. The son of a good man with a jade sword in the rhinoceros canal, the young man with a white horse and gold restraints. The moon is in the right place, and the fish are chasing the left sage at dusk. In the valley, the stone tiger has been captured by the arrow, and on the mountain, the golden man has sacrificed to the sky. The end of the world is endless, and the Thistle Gate is three thousand miles away. I saw the yellow sands of Hualing in the morning and the clouds of Longcheng in the evening. In the garden, the strange trees can be climbed, but the travelers have not yet returned. The snow first came down outside the Tianshan Mountain, and the floating clouds went up to the five plains. The mountains can't be crossed, who can sit on the moon? The water has been breaking people's hearts, and the old ice has hurt the horse's bones. The border festival is different from the Chinese, and the winter snow and autumn frost do not stop in the spring. The winds are blowing across the water, and the geese are returning to the sky. From the army line, the army line ten thousand miles out of the dragon court, Shan Yu said the bridge has been worshipped, general where to find fame? The white clothes have not been able to solve the uncertainty, ten years of bones, sick and the morning clothes for the old incense, but will be sentimental, replaced by emotionless intestines. In the clouds there is a great formation, and in the sky there is a strange army. When the horses are tired, they are always on the grass, and when the people are tired, they are always looking at the city. The cold whistle in the long run and the drums in the empty forest are sounding. I still listen to the whimpering song and cut off the intestinal sound. Why do we need amber as a pillow and pearls as a car? I've never met a horse in the green sea, and it's hard to get rid of a snake in the mountains of Sichuan. How many people have ever predicted the "South Lavender Song," and how many people have cried for Cuihua in Cangwu in the past? The golden toad is locked up and burning incense, and the jade tiger is holding the wire to draw wells. Jia's Peeping Curtain Han puisne less, Mi Fei stay pillow Wei Wang only. I'm not going to **** the flowers, I'm going to think about it every inch of the way. I am in Chang'an, and I am crying in the autumn, and the golden wells are closed, and the frost is cold on the woven mats. The lonely lamp is not clear, and the curtain is rolled up to look at the moon and sigh in the air. The beauty is like a flower in the clouds, the sky is above the blue netherworld, and the waves of the clear water are below. The sky is long and the earth is far away, and the soul flies away, and it is difficult to dream of the mountains and pass through them. Longing for each other destroys the heart and liver. The sun wants to end the flowers with smoke, and the moon wants to be bright enough to keep us awake. The phoenix pillar of the Zhao Cer, and the mandarin ducks string of the Shu Qin. This song has no one to pass it on to, I wish to send it to Yanran with the spring breeze. I remember you from a long way away, from the blue sky. In the past, my eyes were crossed, but now they are in a spring of tears. I don't believe that I have broken my heart, but I will come back to look at you in front of the mirror. Spring dreams of birds crying are in disarray, and my heart is in a drunken state. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get through this! I have dreamed of Li Bai for three nights, and I have seen his intentions with affection. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it back, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to make it back. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car. If I go out and scratch my head, I will lose my life's ambition. The crown is full of the capital, but the man is only emaciated. The net is wide open, and the old man is tired of it. A thousand years of fame, a lonely life. The flat boat sends away the guests from Xiaoxiang, and the frosty moon is white on the reeds, hurting the color of the line, and the mountains are separated again in the coming day. The moss under the steps and the red tree, the rain is so lonely that I am sad in the rain.
Shengcha Zi (Northern Song Dynasty - Yan Guidao)
The rain has already left the clouds, and the flowing water is difficult to return to the river. I am not sure when I will be able to stop hating you, but my heart is in pain. I can't hold back my tears, so I'll try to support myself with the words of a mournful string. I wish we could meet again, but I don't know if we will. I have returned to my old job, and I love the bright time when I grow old. I am independent of the three sides of the quiet, light life of a sword to know. I am not sure how I will know when the sun goes down (in the Vine Book, it is "when I want to"). The mountains will be turned in ten thousand directions, and the path of interest will not be a hundred miles long. The sound is noisy in the rocks and the color is quiet in the deep pines. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. My heart is already idle, and the clear river is so tranquil. Please stay on the rocks and fish! The winds of the Han moon and the sadness of the wind are whimpering, and the smoke and clouds of the ancient world are crying out in style. The red faces and white bones are like relatives, and the lonely tears and blowing blood have a unique sound. Who knows that the people of the sea are like this, and the moon in Jiangnan is not yet bright.
Anding City Tower (Tang - Li Shangyin)
The hundred-foot building of the high city is a long way away,
The green poplar branches are all in Tingzhou.
Jia Sheng was a young man, and he was a sniveling young man,
Wang Ch'an traveled even farther in the spring.
It is always remembered that the river and the lake have returned to the gray hair,
and I want to return to heaven and earth to enter the flat boat.
I don't know what it's like to be a rotten rat,
The firebird has never rested.
Autumn comes (Tang - Li He)
Tung winds are frightening the heart of a strong man's suffering, and the lamps are crowing in the cold. Who can read a book with a green slip, and not send the flower bugs and powder to the empty wormwood? I've been thinking about this night, and I'm sure I'll be able to get through the rain, and I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to get through it. The ghosts of the autumn graves sing the poems of the Bao family, hating the blood of a thousand years in the earth.
Cai Sang Zi (Qing Dynasty - Nalan Seide)
The moon should be laughing at me for failing to live up to my spring heart, and I have to walk alone and chant alone. I'm afraid to talk about what happened at that time, but I'm afraid that I'll be able to find my way back to the clouds in my dreams. Who's there? Will you sleep tonight? The incense was cold and the lamps went out, quietly counting the fall. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. There is a bright moon and a lotus seedling in the window, and I don't know how to sit on the couch. There is no need to hurt the body and mind, a will to keep the return date to the end of the world. Still for me to leave the sadness, five years soul broken cherry blossom. I'm not sure if I'm still there, but I'm still on my way from my dream. The season is thinking of home, the distant road is still nostalgic for the past. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the city's weather conditions. The yellow flowers are countless. The blue clouds are dying. Beauty, beauty, beauty, I don't know where. Who is going to open the curtain for me? I can't wait to go back with the wind. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm going to be able to make it. The young man curled up at the end of the world hate, long knot West Lake smoke and willow. Don't look back, but the rain breaks the bridge, after the return of the emaciated people. The east wind seems to be old, forward to the peach blossom, Liu Lang can remember, the flower again recognize Lang? Jun and live, grass to stay Jun cut leeks, the night before is any time. Deep cups want to **** song slippery, turn wet spring shirt half sleeve, empty eyebrows wrinkled, look at the white hair before the bottle, has been like everyone has. I'm going to break up, sigh a smile papers, frivolous Guqu, this will be when again?
The author's source is unknown, but it is suspected to be Vine's own work
Taking the wine to the tower and blowing the moon alone, the lonely wind and cold words, the tired eyes are clear.
The author's source is unknown, but it is suspected to be Vine's own work
The coverlet of embroidered mandarin ducks, the rich hibiscus bird, is only a warm blanket and a couch. It is said that the warm blanket and the couch sleep with the mandarin ducks, and the lotus pond grows together, but how do you know that it is the jade hairpin that strikes the hibiscus horizontally, and the forest of lovesickness is an empty place. You complained that my tears flowed long I do not know that the fame and fortune that wear down how many bones, I cried you in the end is the end of the gold and jade that win me a lot of tone. Or, my life love to your life and death fire, tears tears for Jun injury Naihe. The end of the ancient is infatuation woman negative man, even if the gold ring can lock a thousand bells of blood, but also do not see the green willow building head always empty? The bottle in front of the smile to resign, the end of the world is the same hurt fall, the old mountain is still negative life about, looking west at Emei, long envious of the return of flying cranes.
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The east wind is endless, and the north geese are always thinking of each other. A boat with a southern singer, picking lotus to honor Xishi.
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The old moon and the old song building, a glass of wine can solve a few sorrows. I can't sleep with the love in my sleeve, and I'm burdened with a thousand sorrows.
The author's source is unknown, and it is suspected to be Vine's own work
The blue clouds and flowing water are like sorrows, and the bright moon is a makeup for makeup. The moon is the only thing that makes me happy. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Once I've finished complaining, I'll pour ten thousand bottles of gold into the jade tower. The past is like a dream, the sadness and joy are all sorrowful. It is difficult to find a way back from the sea of bitterness, and life is not necessarily a boat with a hundred leaks. The body is practiced in the fire of impermanence, and the eyes are saddened by intentional love. It takes a moment of suffering to find a place to live, and a moment to become a celebrity. Life, death, honor and disgrace are under the control of heaven, and there is no need to cry for love and hate. I broke the white paper for Yunqing, why should I be afraid of the stench in the puddle? I'll die for you with clear eyes, and I'll wait for you in the mountains and in the rivers. （
The Great Sacred Music (Northern Song Dynasty - Lu You)
The lightning is turning and the thunder is frightening, and I sigh for my life, forty-two years. Try to think about the past, nothingness like a dream, sadness and happiness, and scattered like smoke. The sea of bitterness has no boundaries, the river of love has no bottom, wandering into a hundred leakage boat. Who can understand, ask the impermanence of the fire, iron body firm! In a short time, I will be in the center of the world. It is a good idea to return the body to its natural state, and there is no need to be concerned about seeking a place to live and a place to live, and to be famous in death. Life, heaven and poverty, right and wrong, honor and disgrace, these matters are all in heaven! From now on, I will go to the east, the west, the south, the north and the south, and become a flying immortal!
Suburban Temple Songs - Sacrifice to the Divine State - Sending off the Gods
The Divine State is a place where the gods are worshipped, and the grace of the gods is wide and generous. The grasses and trees are drenched in harmony, and the flying and sinking are bathed in favor. The rituals of the ceremony were fixed on the altar, and the gift of the Yao Coin was laid. The music of sending off has a chapter, the spirit of the Xuan its death.
Suburban Temple Songs and Rituals - The Music of the Tai She Sacrifice - Welcoming the Gods
There is a son of Lishan, and there is a minister of Houtu. They sowed all the grains and nourished all the people. The Spring Officials are the most important of all, and the Zong Bo is the most important of all. The auspicious day of E is to welcome the god of the year. The upper limit of the sky, the lower limit of the kunji. The altar of the tripod flows with fragrance, and the bottles and yi recommend beauty. All the spirits and all the people come to stop. The river is full of trouble, and the hostility is a plague. In the past, I have suffered a great deal of pain, and now I am honored to be able to give you the gift of honor. The spirit is in order, and we welcome it with music.
Qinyuanchun (Southern Song Dynasty - Chen Renjie)
Such a man, but the madness, the talent is great. Look at Cao's concealment of the cause, the bird platform night moon, feudal temperament, swallow spring wind. The rebuke of the thunder, the liver like a stone, only to the bottle are different. In the world, only Cindy a sword, wear out the hero. Half a lifetime of books and swords without merit. The two males are the most popular and the two males are the most popular. To the purple cloud song, the jade kayak is the most full, the red peach smile, the gold error in the sky. I've been on the road for three years, and I've seen a few bundles of cows' waists, half of which are in the orchid-scented towels. Do you know that it is the scenery of Yangzhou that is so popular that it has become a secret. It's like the white crane in Liaodong, still looking for the Huabiao, and the mysterious bird in the sea, still remembering the Wuyi. Wu Shu is not far away, feathers from the good, and take advantage of the east wind to fly to the west. What is the reason, but the body of the village, blood spilled branches. The rise and fall of the common things do not grieve, counting the glory of the world how long? Look at the Jinjiang River is good, Crouching Dragon is gone, Jade Mountain is unharmed, jumping horse why. If you don't know how to forgive yourself, you're just trying to persuade me. The road to Minshan is not too late for me to return when I have finished with my vassal. There is a cloud named Wonderful Silence, which can cover the heat and distress, and the sea named Perfect Realization, which can wash away the dust. The bamboo is true, the yellow flower is like a flower, the heart is planted in the heart to open. I am familiar with the teachings of the Buddha, but there is no tree of Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. I've been wandering around here for a while, and I've been able to bring back all the yellow sorghums in the world. Counting Wuling's great guests, a hundred years of honor and glory, how is it like a cassock, a bowl of career. Looking down on the mountains, the pine and juniper, two armpits of the wind a cup of tea. I'll take the boat and sweep the dust off the east wall, and talk about what I've been through. -Words from "Xiangchu Shang Dance"
Mid-Autumn Post (Eastern Jin Dynasty - Wang Xianzhi)
Mid-Autumn is no longer not allowed to phase, but also for that is very provincial such as, He Ran Shengren He Qing, such as the army. (Vine only quoted the name of the post, did not quote the content) - post out of the "Xiangchu on the dance"
Eating fish post (Tang - Huai Su)
Old monk in Changsha to eat fish, and come to Chang'an city, more meat, but also for the constant flow of laughter, y inconvenient. Therefore, a long time sick can not write more than different sparse return. You want to Xingxin good will, when you have to help win also. The mouth of the day to hide the true white. -The post out of the incense on the first dance
Golden Wisp Song (hot springs spirit flutter - made online)
Some of the drifting intention. I'm sure it's hard to write about it, but I can't stop thinking about the spring breeze and the falling flowers. The lonely and cold fragrance is paid with, an inch of ten thousand strands of silk. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've got on your computer. Forgetting to fly back and meditation, no one asked, this frost and snow old traces. I hate that I haven't been able to do so. The life of the emaciated do not know. For the ice string, compose all the cold heart, where to see the soulmate. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away with it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get away with it. Total carry to, dream marks vaguely. *** who read the dust like water, tears pouring, his year wish has gone. The most affectionate time, the most memories. --Words from the "incense on the first dance"
Golden Wisp Song (Vine Ping's own work)
The slightest hint of drifting intention. The book is covered, the west wind is haunted, and the fallen flowers are clueless. Lonely and cold incense days to pay with, an inch of a thousand strands of silk. I am blowing away, not counting the parting of the world. Why not brood and forget to fly back, do not need to ask, this snow for the old traces. The year hate, who still remember? I know that I have been pining away all my life. The first time I saw this, the string was broken and the heart was cold, and I was confused. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've never had a good time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure I'll be able to get it right. The fate of the world is never like water, rare tears, why all the love of life? Don't be sentimental, it will hurt you. The remaining dream at the top of the building is five bells, and March rain falls on the bottom of the flowers.
Emotionlessness is not like sentimental bitterness, an inch has become ten million strands. The world's most important thing is that you can't get enough of it, and you can't get enough of it," he said.
Author's source is unknown, suspected to be Vine's own
Night after night, I heard songs thinking of Yan Tan, Jiangshan thousands of miles of snow messy, once helpless with the army to turn, sigh, sigh, sigh, can see the gold hairpin in the red silk sleeve broken? Yesterday in the corn and wheat barn full, today in the fire on the high table case, who will see the white bone beach, roaming, roaming, roaming, who expects the living and the dead have to change? You said that the hundred years of red face eventually withered, Qiong Palace osmanthus flowers scattered, that the Palace of Eternal Life in the entanglement of love, under the Mawei slope tear weeping, beauty and celebrity are like this, who said that the Naiho Bridge on the life and death of the difficult? Who said that the Yellow Springs and the mountain of knives are not accustomed to traveling, who said that the boiling oil pot frying chills, half of the way through the demon mirror, said that the mixed bones and black heart is really ugly.
The poem is from "The Dance on the First Dance of Fragrance"
The language is from "Strategies of the Warring States" (战国策-赵策)
语出《战国策-赵策》：Jinyang's grandson, Yu Jean, was a friend to Zhi Bo, who was favored by him! I will repay Zhi for what he has done."The author's source is unknown, and it is suspected to be Vine's own work
Showing the color of the lone mountain and looking at the eye, a pool of spring water on the wind is light.
Song of the Night (Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty)
How can we avoid the hatred in life? I am not alone in my feelings! I dream of returning to my homeland again, and my tears are hanging down in my eyes. I'm not going to be able to get away with it. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The past has become empty, as in a dream. --The words are from "Xiangchu Shang Dance - Going Up Again"