Author: Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Inlaid harp

Author: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

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Author: Li Shangyin

The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

Titu chengnan Zhuang

Author: Cui Hu

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Four ancient folk songs with seven-character poems on love or local themes

Author: Liu Yuxi

Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.

Give a gift to a friend

Author: Du Mu

There are more than thirteen graceful Tingting, and the cardamom is in the first two months.

The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.

Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.

The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.