The frustration in officialdom and the troubles of living in a foreign country come to mind together, and the scene of spring blooming in February is like autumn cooling, which makes people sad.
2. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. -"The Leaves of the Banyan Tree in Liuzhou in February" Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
All the flowers withered after the rain in the mountain city. The banyan leaves in the courtyard fell all over the floor, and the orioles were crying noisily.
On February 2nd, it was warm in the east wind and warm in blowing sheng. -"February 2" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
On February 2nd, I swam by the river in spring, and the spring breeze and sunshine warmed the melodious music.
4. Flowers must be hooligans, and purple butterflies and wasps have feelings. -"February 2" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The stamens are like willows, the buds are like eyes, and the purple butterfly wasps hover and fly with more affection.
5. Li Tang is full of flowers and strong wine, while Nancun Beicun is full of drums in winter. -"February 24th" Song: Lu You
The flowers in Li Tang are blooming, the social wine is strong, and drums are everywhere in the surrounding villages.
2. The poem describing February is 1. On February 2nd, it was warm in the east wind and warm in blowing sheng.
-Tang Li Shangyin's translation of February 2: On February 2, a spring outing came to the river, and the spring breeze and sunshine warmed the melodious music. 2. On February 2nd, the new rain will be fine, and the grass will sprout for a while.
February 2 nd: On February 2 nd, the new rain began, and the grass and vegetables in the field sprouted, which was a scene of spring. I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
-Tang and Zhang Zhi translated "Words on Willow/Willow Branches": Whose skillful hand cut off this thin tender leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors. There were no flowers in the Spring Festival, but grass buds were seen in early February.
-Tang Hanyu translated Chun Xue: The New Year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. Until February, we were surprised to find that some grass sprouted. 5, solve the three autumn leaves, you can open February flowers.
-Don Liqiao's translation of "Wind": Autumn can blow off golden leaves, and spring can bloom beautiful flowers. 6, more than thirteen, cardamom first in early February.
-Tang's "Two Farewells" translation: Good posture, light manners are just thirteen years old, just like the cardamom flowers in bud in early February. In July and February, Jiangnan is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sad.
-Tang Mengyunqing's translation of Cold Food Festival: In February, Jiangnan is full of flowers, and it is sad enough to spend a cold food festival in a foreign country.
3. The archaic sentence describing the moon confuses you all your life with my three fireworks.
I am young, and I am young. Strip, countless fireworks, you look back with the light; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Who finally broke the string, the flowers fell on the shoulders, how many beauties were lost in a trance, and how many pieces of acacia were broken, leaving only the blood-stained ink fragrance crying. The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone.
Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. Let him know everything and smile for you.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.
Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country.
I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. The night covers the bright moon, and people go to the empty building, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent. At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter. Never look back, why not?
Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Always born in a casual year.
Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.
A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession. Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
Drink a glass, drink snow, and be at a loss for another year. Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow.
Will you fight me in the afterlife? A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself. Who should be robbed by whom, who has been obsessed.
If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life. If life is just like the first time, being a Taoist is not the same.
In me the tiger sniffs the rose. After the feast, I was in tears.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. A thousand years of fame, a lifetime of burial, a delicate country, and a ridiculous life without a monarch.
Phoenix, who once played here, left without permission and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried. Tears hero, the world is much more bitter.
Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy? Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
The rainy night turned the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.
Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either. Who sighs in the years.
Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past. At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless.
Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled. Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, and the desire of heavenly education goes against the body.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you. If it is rough, there is no regret.
The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness. Flowers covered by years become blank.
I'm still watching over you on the other side. Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful and thrilling.
Your journey will never see my old age again. Long songs when crying, for those unfulfilled promises, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.
Walk the sky with you and see the flowers everywhere. I am young, and I am young.
I remember that year, Na Yue, weeping willows and purple flowers were in the east of Los Angeles. The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.
The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is light. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.
Fire-stained Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine.
Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same. Yuzhu once wrote about the phoenix tour, where people go to the building and the water flows in vain.
He smiled and ruined himself in the years. You can also drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the bustling fireworks.
The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting I'm not me. You turn around and walk away. It's not me in Suzhou.
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
Life is like a flash in the pan, just suddenly. However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent. This paper is a bit old and fuzzy.
But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years. At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter. Holding on to the old and imprisoning time and space, I suddenly came to a mirror that people can never see through, but I mean, there are thousands of years in the world, such as my moment.
Getting drunk is the leading edge, and the wind and rain are falling. Where are you going? Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it.
What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host? The world out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, someone reminded; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
If you win, you lose, and if you are sad, you will grow. If you have wine today, you will be drunk, and tomorrow you will be worried. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed. That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
People and the sky are empty, why forget each other, why smile and be amazing. Never look back, why not?
Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water.
What day is tomorrow?
4. What are the sentences about "the moon" (1) in ancient China? Bian Mei was drunk, but Conan was shocked. The night wind is oblique, the clouds break the moon, the shadow is thin and the makeup is light, dragging the fragrance. Looking around, bluebirds are picturesque and green tea is poetic. Ai Xiang half steamed, flurry painting ink. The end of the world is near at hand, and what it used to look like was written in the Spring and Autumn Period. Feng Ling proudly cleaned up his bones, joking quietly. Sip pear blossom snow, turn the luminous cup and sing the golden songs of the year. Looking for it, a sigh, a sigh will make it an immortal record.
(2) I spilled thousands of beads all the way, woke up and returned to the dust.
I don't need an umbrella. I don't need an umbrella at all. Soft and powerless rain, tangled rain, seems to tell how much regret and nostalgia. Rain fell on my body and face, a little cold, but this coolness made me very comfortable, cooled my heart and made me feel quiet and far-reaching.
(4) long strips and countless fireworks, you look back with the light; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
(5) A piece of cool thin, writing down what I have been embarrassed for half my life; A piece of paper vicissitudes, the book I am lonely; A piece of paper is light yellow; Remember the wind and frost in my life.
(6) Drunk Zen tea, don't talk about autumn heart, pale moon, secluded window, overflowing tea; Plain face, clear shadow and loneliness. The moonlight is dim, the prosperity is exhausted, and the blue dome is wrapped around one song, breaking the ancient world into nothingness. On the other side, who plays the flute to send rhyme and perform the eternal swan song? A little sparse, a little sad, mottled into the deepest heart marks of memory. Cloudy, the past is like the wind, Lantian is warm, and the sea is full of moons. Mist locks sorrow, floating light makes a thin shadow.
(7) I suddenly realized that I was frivolous in my previous life.
(8) Huanghua is about the west wind, and the white hair first comes from afar.
(9) In the afterlife, I want to be a dandelion, with no attachments, no desires, no demands, calm and safe.
(10) If you leave without saying goodbye, Kyushu will be destroyed.
(1 1) Three glasses of turbid wine are rich and famous, and there is no evidence. I have tried my best, and I always miss time. Where does the water flow after three glasses of turbid wine?
(12) If possible, I can accompany you for a thousand years. I just want to care about you and smile. If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?
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(14) Swift still lives under the eaves, between the teeth, in front of the newspaper Jun Shu Lou.
(15) Whose hand did you hold when crossing the world of mortals, but I can't see the spring and autumn with the years.
5. An archaic sentence about time: The sun sets, and the mark of time decays behind you.
Time flies, who are you waiting for? ...
Nothing is wasted in the long years of peace. ...
The morning flowers are picked up in the evening, and they are all withered when they are picked up. ...
Use time when you have time, because time is fleeting.
Water flows eastward, leaves fall one after another, time passes quietly, put on new clothes and light firecrackers. One year, one year old, drifting away, I sorted out my messy thoughts and headed for a new year. It's another year of grass green, and I can't catch the time, so I walked out through my fingers mercilessly.
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever?
Sometimes, I really want to believe some movies about going back in time, but fantasy is fantasy after all, and reality is so helpless.
Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
6. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.
-Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, the foot of the bed is bright, is there frost? . -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" The moon has now crossed the sea, and the end of the world is * * *.
-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" When is the Spring and Autumn Month? How much do you know about the past? -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" is on the head of Liu, and people are about after dusk. —— Ouyang Xiu's "A Birthday Test Yuan" On a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept.
-Zhang Ji's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" At that time, the moon was there, like a colorful cloud. -Yan's "Linjiang Fairy, Lock in the Dream" Qin Shimingyue, the Long March people did not return.
-Wang Changling's "Two Great Walls" on the moon, people are about after dusk. —— Ouyang Xiu's "A Birthday Test Yuan" On a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept.
-Zhang Ji's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" At that time, the moon was there, like a colorful cloud. -Yan's "Linjiang Fairy, Lock in the Dream" Qin Shimingyue, the Long March people did not return.
-Wang Changling's "Two Great Walls" on the moon, people are about after dusk. —— Ouyang Xiu's "A Birthday Test Yuan" On a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept.
-Zhang Ji's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" At that time, the moon was there, like a colorful cloud. -Yan's "Linjiang Fairy, Lock in the Dream" Qin Shimingyue, the Long March people did not return.
-Wang Changling's Two Embankments.
7. A poem describing the rain on the moon: White Rabbit: "I really want to count the autumn at this time."
(Du Fu) Jade Rabbit: "Ming is the master, but there is no jade rabbit." (Jia Dao) Golden Rabbit: "Zhu Xianchu stops playing, Golden Rabbit is strange."
(Lutong) Toad rabbit: "March and May are full, and four or five toad rabbits are short." ("Nineteen Ancient Poems") Rabbit Spirit: "The second time I cry to people every night, the rabbit spirit is low."
(Fan Wei) Rabbit Wheel: "The rabbit wheel is low in the west and dark in the east." (Yuan Zhen) Toad: "Fujian set sail and Toad lost to the last contact."
(Jia Dao) Moon: "The shark shadow has tears, and the moon is fragrant." (Li Junmin) Qing Zen: "Rao Ruiying was full in the Ming Dynasty and borrowed Qing Zen for one night."
(Fan Chengda) Ming Zen: "The breeze blows the sky all night, and the dew washes the Ming Zen in late autumn." (Liu Ji) Yuchan: "Yuchan leaves the sea and is wet."
(Li Bai) Half a toad: "The western suburbs are cloudy, and opening an account is half a toad." (Li Bai) Gui Yue: "Gui Yue is in danger, and the wind is empty."
(Yuxin) Gui Gong: "The white rabbit is too cold. Let's go to the apricot altar." (Gao Qi) Kwai Lun Mei: "Kwai Lun Mei is far from the east in autumn, and the nest magpie is still young at night."
(Qian Fang) Gui Bo: "Gui Bo was slightly exposed in the first autumn, but he was so thin that he never changed his clothes." (Wang Wei) laurel: "laurel is on the long river, and orange shines on the rain floor."
(Zhang) Luna: "The Sun Moon Mountain Villa is frosted, and Luna hangs a carved bow." (Gao Shi) Moon wheel: "Last night, the wind showed peaches, and the moon wheel in Weiyang front hall was high."
(Wang Changling) Bao Jing: "The mirror rises to the sky, and the clouds are silent." (Li Pu) Golden mirror: "Sighing slowly grinds on the husband, but it is difficult to make up the golden mirror!" (King) Jade mirror: "The ice contains jade mirrors to test the cold, and the powder is full of moonlight in the fairy pavilion."
(Zheng Gu) Water mirror: "Soft snow condenses, and the circle is a water mirror." (Xie Zhuang) Ice mirror: "A group of ice mirrors spit out, tonight is like last night."
(Sun) Flying mirror: "A round of autumn shadow turns into a golden wave, and the flying mirror is re-ground." (Xin Qiji) Pan Yu: "The twilight clouds are all cold, and Han Yin people silently turn to Pan Yu."
(Su Shi) Yuhuan: "The high star is golden millet, and the moon sinks in Yuhuan." (Bai Juyi) Jade Wheel: "The jade wheel opens in a culvert, and the sword box starts in the stars."
(Luo) Jade Hook: "Eyebrows cover beads, and jade hooks separate windows." Jade sheep (Bao Zhao): "Jade sheep is in the northeast and southwest of Hu Jin."
(Liu Xiaozhuo) Jade Bow: "Looking for chapters and sentences, old carving insects, Xiao Yue hangs a jade bow as a curtain." (Li He) Met: "Looking at the moon and seeing Hong Xin, the shadow is flying in the jade mirror."
(Mei) Bing Jian: "The river is an ice Jian Lang, and the ecliptic jade is a circle." (Yuan Zhen) Ice wheel: "Last night suddenly passed and the ice wheel began to feel lost."
(Zhu Qingyu) Su E: "Su E's pulse is sad and silent, and the wind chimes are rewarded." (Fan Chengda) Silver Hook: "A silver hook breaks dawn and the curtain falls in autumn."
(King) Poor Gou: "Poor Gou is half on the top, but if the wood is low." (Yuxin) Bi Hua: "The white scene is in the West Mountain, and Bi Hua is on the way."
(Li He) Round scene: "The round scene is not full, and the stars are like a complex." (Cao Zhi) Describe ancient plum blossom poems 1.
A few plums in a corner, and cold ling blooms alone —— Plum Blossom 2 by Wang Anshi. The shadows are horizontal, the water is shallow, and the dusk is fragrant —— (Song) Lin Bu's Garden in the Mountains 3. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . (Wang Wei, one of Miscellaneous Poems) 4. The flowers are windy and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? (May's Travel on Land) 5. The quiet steps in the mountains are amazing, just at dusk in the middle of the night.
A plum blossom is annoying on the highest branch. (Exploring Mei's "Yang Wanli") 6. The soothsayer Yong Mei-Lu You's "The soothsayer", the bridge outside the post is broken, and the Lord is lonely.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Have no intention of fighting for spring.
A group of people are jealous. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
7. Walking in the west of Jincheng in those days, I was drunk with plum blossoms, and the smell of Li Xiang continued. Qingyang Palace went to Huanhuaxi-Luyou 8. First, a flower suddenly changed, and then all the flowers were fragrant. -Song Cat's Plum Blossom 9. "Don't boast good color, just leave a mouthful of dried Kun.
-Wang Yuan Mian's poem Mo Mei describing chrysanthemums is 1. "Until September 8th in Qiu Lai, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. "-"Chrysanthemum Poetry ""The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come. "
-Huang Chao topic chrysanthemum 2. "Wait until the mountain holiday, I'll come back when I'm in the chrysanthemum" —— Tao Yuanming's Passing through the Old Village 3.
"Autumn silk around the house like a Potter, the more the more oblique. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. "
-Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum 4. Autumn Frost Zhai accidentally married Haitang Society, and Yuan Ye proposed chrysanthemum-A Dream of Red Mansions 5.
"Life is easy to get old, but it is difficult to get old. Every year, Chongyang is now Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The autumn wind is strong in a year, not like spring, but better than spring, and Wan Li is frosty. "
-"Picking Mulberry Seeds and Chongyang" 6. It is better to hold incense in the branches and die than to blow it off among the flowers "—— Zheng Sixiao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote Cold Chrysanthemum 7. You don't have to rush home when you meet, and the butterfly will be sad tomorrow: it means that after the Double Ninth Festival, the chrysanthemums will gradually wither.
Butterflies are also sad: chrysanthemums wither and butterflies have nowhere to find flowers, so they are called "sad". Nine-Day Rhyme of Stone in Eight Princes. The dew is wet in the lonely east, which shines on the gold before and the sediment "—— Song Ren Fan Chengda's" Chongyang Jiuhou Two Chrysanthemums ". Drink Mulan in the morning and show autumn chrysanthemum in the evening —— Qu Yuan's poem describing lotus flowers in Lisao 1.
Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus. Sanli Pinghu, a passer-by feels that autumn is full of lost lotus: residual lotus.
Yuan's Nine Miscellaneous Poems on Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake. 2. The owner didn't fold Hà Thu, because he and Youyu covered the setting sun Song Zhou Mi's Xiheng Waste Garden (also called Xiheng Waste Garden). Rolfe: Soil stalks in the field. )
3. How many violets are there in the sunset? Know who to hate and who to carry the west wind; Who is it?
Back to the west wind: back to the autumn wind. Refers to the lotus leaf bent by the autumn wind.
Song and Qin Guan's Little Beauty 4. Fragrant fragrance sells residual green leaves, while west wind worries about green waves: Lotus is another name. South Tang Jing Li's "Huanxisha" 5. People don't know midnight wine, and the lotus leaves in the pool are full of autumn wind; No sleep.
Autumn night of Tang Dougong 6. The violet frost was cut overnight, which made him lose the autumn rain. Flying frost breaks the lotus leaves, and autumn rain falls on the broken leaves and can no longer form water droplets. Tang Laihu's Two Occasionally Written Poems 7. How many green lotus flowers are interdependent and hate each other? Looking back at the west wind for a while, describe the lotus leaf leaning in the middle east in the autumn wind, which means hurting the autumn mood.
Mu, "Two Encounters in Qi 'an County" 8. The whereabouts of hibiscus dew, Liu Yue sparse hibiscus: lotus. South Xiao Yan's Qiu Si. Xiao He has only pointed horns, and dragonflies have long stood on his head-Song Dynasty poet Xiao Li.
8. Ouyang Xiu, an ancient poem about March (with March characters)
A butterfly in love with flowers
The courtyard where he lives is deep, deep.
Liu Yang's eyes.
Curtains without multiplicity
Yu le Diao an you ye Chu
The building is too high to see Zhangtai Road.
March storm.
The door covers the dusk.
Not going to stay in spring.
My tearful eyes asked the flowers, but they didn't give me an answer.
I saw red flowers flying over the swing.
journey
Twelve people rely on spring alone.
The sky is clear and far away.
Wan Li, Li Qian
February and March
Life is hard.
Xiejiachishang
Jiangyan riverside
Soul wandering and soul wandering
It rained at dusk.
More specifically, remember Wang Sun.
Lipper
Antique (Xianyang February and March)
In February and March, Xianyang, Gongliu Jinzhi.
Who's Green? Selling pearls is frivolous.
Drunk at dusk, the white horse gallops proudly.
High-spirited people are respected and act at the right time.
Ziyun doesn't know anything, so she presented Changyang Ci late.
Duff is old, and the grass is full of silk.
It is a pity to vote for the cabinet, which is despised by this generation.
Xia Wanchun
Sanskrit sound Spring ends at night.
The crow flew away at night,
A flower shadow sends dusk.
Spring does not hinder the heavy door.
Say goodbye to March in Jiangnan,
Where is the dream warmth?
Before the new green step,
Empty lock incense dust.
Clouds swaying in the wind.
You don't need blue wheels.
Only on the branches of fig trees,
Keep three points.
Affectionate and bold,
I'm afraid of tomorrow night, but I still have traces of my hair.
Climbing to the top of the building is charming outside the willow.
9. If you want eight short and beautiful ancient poems, you must choose 1. The long strip is full of fireworks, so you can look back.
Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
2. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.
3, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.
4, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
5, let him know everything and smile at you.
6, send you a song, don't ask the end of the song.
7. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
8, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
9. There are trees and branches in the mountains, I don't know.