Li Shangyin's Jinse

I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, and each one has a flower-like string. Saint Zhuangzi is in daydreaming, fascinated by butterflies, and the emperor and king cry in the cuckoo. Mermaids cry in the moon-like green ocean, and the blue fields breathe their jadeite to the sun. The moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Mountains to the sea, China to the Song Dynasty, four mountains to the three fairs, palace flowers to the forbidden willow, geese to the dragon generals, Qingshu Temple, Guanghan Palace, picking vegetables to the red theme, Zhuang Zhoumeng turning into a butterfly, Lv Wang Zhao Feixiong, the northern government soldiers stopping the summer fan when the wind blows, the south curtain exposing the sun, saving the winter sun, the crane dancing the tower head, and the jade emperor dying the fairy moon; On Fengxiang stage, the purple flute blows away the beauty wind.

Before the pillow, the butterfly dream hangs upside down, and the apricot branches and the moon are hazy. Ask Tianya, what's the matter, want to leave. My intestines are knotted when I scream. Outside Lingmin Mountain, willows on the long embankment, and the green belt is broken. The town reminds you thousands of times every day, and only one sentence is often said. Might as well go home.

Going home is better than going.

He Zhu

Leng Xiang, a negative magnolia, is floating, looking forward to a butterfly dream. It's dawn, my eyes are bleating and my worries are melting. Drums urge songs to be sent, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Who is a toast to * * *. Lonely wall east, the door covers the evening courtyard wind.

Ouyang Xiu

When Ruan Lang returned to the South Garden for an outing in mid-spring, the smell of wind and harmony, green plums like beans and willows like eyebrows, butterflies flying for a long time, and low grass smoke curtains were thick.

Hanging curtains, swinging clothes, painting beams, Shuang Yan Habitat.

Li he

Hawthorn trees in the river head are fragrant, butterflies fly on the shore, wine glasses are full of dew, jade trees are full, Zhu Lou monsters are warm, and a pair of fish is warm.

Zhang Hu

Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing is a song of thanks for flying. Green hair is in the clouds, and green moths are in jathyapple. Sadness is gone, and there is no resentment against spring.

Looking for flowers by the river alone

Don du fu

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers crushed the branches.

Butterflies have been dancing,

The charming warbler chirps.

Tite chrysanthemum

-Don Huang Chao

The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and butterflies are hard to come.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Su Xinshi xugong branch

-Yang Wanli

Hedges are sparse and deep,

The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

Give Miao a present.

Tang zuyong

Zhu Hu opens the door high, and the green locust blocks the light from falling. Eight dragons ride to celebrate and three tigers return to the DPRK.

Sitting on the bamboo, the sound of birds in Hengqin is sparse, and the flowers are ashamed of Pan Yue's appearance, which is called Lao Lai Yi in the year.

The leaves are dark, the cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and the butterfly flies. We should sympathize with Lu Ru's cheapness and emptiness, which run counter to the ancient mountains.

Qingming Festival

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Gao Zhu

Type: Seven Laws

There are many tombs in the North and South Mountains, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.

At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, his children smile at the lamp.

If you have wine in life, you have to drink it, and a drop does not reach Jiuquan.

Zui taoyuan

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Feng Yansi

Type: word

Nanyuan is in the middle of spring,

The wind and smell in Ma Si.

Green plums are like beans and arch eyebrows,

The days are long and butterflies are flying.

The dew is heavy and the grass smoke is low.

The curtains hang down.

Throw careless loose clothes,

The painted beam belongs to Shuang Yan.

Nangezi

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Shi Hong

Type: word

Clouds blow over the mountainside, and the wind brings raindrops. Pastoral benefits include swimming pools and terraces. I still remember the season of meeting and the flowering of begonia. Butterflies have no dreams, and Yuanyang has a medium. Tibetan hooks will help you drink two or three cups. Tomorrow, the water will be sandy and will come back for the first time.

There is a sweet smell around us.

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Shi Hong

Type: word

Butterfly dream, banana life experience, how many people get Pang Mei. Very satisfied, talents are rare in ancient and modern times. During the day and night, I have three connections, and I am deeply ashamed of Fang Wei. How dare I seal my wings, fly into geese, fight for wings, candle at the north gate, and silk at the west? Fortunately, I have been back for half a century, and the garden road should be cured first. The fisherman sang the woodcutter's song.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Zhao Yanduan

Type: word

Peach roots and leaves. One tree meets another. Spring comes to Jiangnan in March and February. My butterfly is missing. I try to take care of green watermelon. Flowers bloom in front of the wind. I shared my heart with gardenia and signed up for a hundred petals.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Zhao Yanduan

Type: word

Broken cicada in the sunset. The pool pavilion is drizzling. Green sandalwood rolls scarlet. Apricots, butterflies and small screens are all bent. Spring mountains overlap slowly. The rest of the needle and thread are packed. In Tan Lang, you become charming and sleepy. If you have nothing to do, throw lotus seeds and beat mandarin ducks.

Pimp a butterfly

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Lu You

Type: word

Tired travelers have been traveling all their lives. They came to Luo Jing to see Xiaoxiang off. That night, they came to present Song Yu with a prosperous Tang Dynasty. Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, silver candle sticks, and the dark side looks. Yan shame warbler, butterfly around the bee busy. Unforgettable, fragrant bottles are frequently advised, cold retreats, and jade leaks for a long time. What a few relationships, just sad songs.

Subtract Mulan

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang

Type: word

I know Dong Jun has been paying attention for a long time. I am miserable, green red. I am haggard because of the night wind and frivolous butterflies. I'm afraid to support my heart. I want to avoid leaving my clothes. If I don't sue Dong Jun, who will I sue?