The so-called "fickle feelings": how many words and expressions, how much homesickness and bitterness are shown in the ancient characters. I thought I was shocked and threw away my plain socks, and I never heard from her again. But now, "I only hate that my lover has gone, and there is no news." However, several people thought deeply, but they were helpless and afraid of delay. Unfortunately, all beings are always idle.

The lyricist's fickle feelings in a poem "Three Hundred Songs of Song Dynasty";

Liu Yong's Ding Fengbo: "When I hate fickle feelings, there is no sound book."

Jiang Kui's "Walking in Shakespeare": "The night is long, is it fickle knowledge? I was dyed by acacia in early spring. "

Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian: "Who abandoned leisure for a long time? Every spring, I am still embarrassed. "

Yan's Ruan Langgui: "Green cup of black tea takes double ninth festival, and human feelings are like hometown."

Chao Bu Zhi's "Hidden Dragon": "Drink poison to quench thirst, and sing wildly as before, but it is still hard to finish."

Chao Chongzhi's Linjiang Fairy: "I know that after spring left, I lost control."

Zhou Bangyan's "Jieyu Flower": "It's just a year's light, and the old love fades."

Yan's recent love: "I want to do my best in this love letter." Floating geese sink fish, and there is no evidence. "

Wang Anshi's Introduction to the Millennium: "I am helpless to be bound by some fame and fortune, and I am helpless to be taken care of by him. Unfortunately, I am always idle. "

Zhou Bangyan's "Jie Lianhuan": "There is nothing to blame, and the lover is broken, and the news is far away."

Zhou Zizhi's Walking on Shakespeare: "Love is like gossamer, people are like flying catkins, and the teardrop pavilion will be empty."

Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang": "The affectionate pusher is still the hand, and it is sad to touch Liangzhou."

Lv Zugao's "Jiangchengzi": "Buying flowers with wine is young. It's awkward and old-fashioned. "

Preface to Wu Wenying's "Birds Singing": "Wandering in the wind thinking of love turns into a flock of light gulls."

Yao Yunwen's Yuzixiang Slow: "I am conscious, afraid of loneliness, and even more at a loss."

Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slow": "The dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to be affectionate."

Shi Dazu's Xi Qian Ying: "Old feelings are not over. I still teach myself to travel in the past, in case I miss the curtains of Jade Man at night. "

The so-called "ruthlessness": I hate your ruthlessness, how much I adjust, how much I know, how desolate the courtyard is, and a curtain of spring dusk. What's more, a heartless swallow is afraid of missing the flowering period in the cold spring. Why bother? Stepping on the golden house, only standing in the shadow, admiring the knot, is a mess.

The second is the ruthlessness of the poet's description in Hundred Poems of Song San.

Evonne's "Banquet Pavilion": "Easy to get dry, more ruthless. Hey, ask the courtyard to be desolate, how many Spring Festival Galas? "

Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covers: "The mountains reflect the sunset water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset."

Yan Dao Ji's Magnolia: "The east wind is ruthless again, and pink blows all over the ground."

Su Shi's Water Dragon Hidden: "When you leave home, you will think mercilessly, and you will think thoughtfully."

Chao's "Remembering Teenagers": "Infinite official willow, heartless painter, rootless walker."

Lee Tae's "Han Gong Chun": "A heartless swallow is afraid of cold spring and loses its flowering period lightly."

Shi Yan's "Qingmen Drink": "There must be affection, and I can't bear to think about it."

Qin Guan's "Eight Six Sons": "Heaven has no reason, but it has a graceful demeanour. jathyapple has a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles tender."

Zhou Bangyan's "Wei Chi Cup": "Painting Ge with brushwork, regardless, smoke and waves separate Nanpu. Waiting for pedestrians, drunk, will leave hate. "

Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion Complains Slow": "If a tree has feelings, it will not be so green!"

Liu Kezhuang's Life Checker: "Looking for the same old time, I feel different."

Zhao Lingzhi's Butterfly Lovers: "A wisp of smoke sinks every day. I woke up late after staying up late and was annoyed by the mood of spring. "

Wu Wenying's "Zhu Yingtai is Near": "The love flower is dying, the warbler is ringing, and I am stuck at this moment."

Qi Tianle by Jiang Kui: "It's a song and a mountain, and the night is cool. What is a person's mood? "

He Zhu's "Huanxisha": "Drunk is true."

The so-called "sentimental": "sentimental since ancient times, there is no end to hating you." It is a sentimental species, and it is difficult to send a letter to convey information. Miss Chu Xiang Hostel, tenderness, difficulty, tenderness?

Three, "Song San Hundred Poems" poet's lyric works.

Yan Shu's "Magnolia": "Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, one inch is still a thousand wisps."

Liu Yong's Yulin Order: "Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, more than the cold and autumn festival!"

Qin Guan's man Fang Ting: "Affectionate, fun, pearl green cover, jade red tassel."

Zhou Bangyan's Six Ugliness: "Who is Sentimental for?" But bees make it through butterflies, and sometimes it knocks on the window. "

Ye Mengde's "Young Beauty": "Beauty doesn't need to gather moths' eyebrows, but I am also affectionate and helpless. "

Cai Shen's Willow Branches: "Stop writing naturally, be sentimental and not romantic."

Zhou Mi's "Flower Offender": "The soldiers think more and write more grievances, and the poets hate it, and they waste the kindness of Lan Fang."

Xin Qiji's "Fishing": "A thousand dollars to buy each other is a gift. Who will complain about this situation? "

Huang Xiaomai's Xiang Chun jathyapple: "I am nostalgic for Chu's hometown and tender as water. Who is gentle? "

Yan's "Qingpingle": "The ferry is green and the branches and leaves are separated."

He Zhu's "Feeling for Di 'en": "The whole thing is embarrassing."

Wu Wenying's "Zhu Yingtai Near": "Cut the red love, cut the green meaning, and spend the letter on the hairpin."

Zhou Bangyan's slow moon worship: "It's always hard to look forward to blue feelings."

Wu Wenying's "Ruihexian": "Lan Qing Huipan, provoked acacia, spring root wine side."

Wu Wenying's "Red Lips": "Love is like water, the small building is smoked, and the spring dream is in the song."

Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Song of Six Kingdoms": "The crown is covered, and it is pity for the jade."

Peng Yuanxun's Six Ugliness: "If you don't accept it, you can send it. What is the mighty world? "

Wu Wenying's Wind Into the Pine: "In front of the building, indigo leads the way, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness."

Zhang Xian's Millennium: "I can't get rid of my feelings before I get old. My heart is like a double screen, and Qian Qian is in it. "

The so-called "deep affection": "When you hurt Gao Huaiyuan, nothing can compare with affection". You are passionate, passionate and care about love most. You also appreciate the spring in the south of the Yangtze River and send you homesickness. If an old friend is still alive, it is a matter of concern to remember me first and then respect me. I would like to leave the fragrance of my life, and the wind and rain will supply my sorrow. I will sing alone and wait for the sunset. Do you know these flowers?

Fourthly, the poet's deep affection in Hundred Poems of Song San.

Qian Wei Yan's Magnolia: "Love is getting late, and the mirror is shocked."

Zhang Xian's A Bunch of Flowers: "When will Gao Huaiyuan be poor? Nothing is stronger than love. "

Yan Shu's "Qingpingle": "The swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. It is difficult to send this feeling."

Liu Yong's Jade Butterfly: "Water and wind are light, but apples are old;" The moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. Where are the old friends? Smoke and water. "

Yan Man: "Tears stop at the window, and I spin ink on the inkstone. I can't write it gradually. I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless. "

Qin Guan's man Fang Ting: "At the wound, the high city looks broken, and the lights are already dusk."

Zhou Bangyan's "Crossing Qin Lou": "Whoever believes that boredom is Iraq will reduce the flood of rivers and hurt Qian Xun."

Zhou Bangyan's Slow Wave on the Sand: "I am anxious, looking at the vast sky in the middle, I am cold and clear, and there is nowhere to live."

Zhang Shizhou Slow: "I am in love, and the painting building is deep." I want to see the east wind, so I can get rid of the muscle snow. "

Tian Wei's "Jiang Shenzi Slow": "Too sentimental, disappear, draw a corner at dusk."

Cao Zu's "Mo Shan Xi": "I am lonely all my life, but I am sad and thin, and Dongyang is also. Do you know flowers? "

Fan Chengda's icy corner: "If you win, you won't be sad. Who can say this? "

Jiang Kui's "Cui Lou Fu": "and heaven remains our neighbourhood, use wine to clear your worries and flowers to eliminate your heroic spirit."

Wu Wenying's "Crossing the River Cloud": "The quiet period is hard to count, but I still feel love, and broadband is due to spring."

Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao Complaint": "Respect the former and old friends, miss me, and care most." Duan Chao-Li Mude Duck: "The most intimate thing is that the sound always leaks, the intestines are secretly broken, and the flowers are secretly moving."

Zhou Mi's "High Balcony": "The most worrying thing is that it is difficult to send acacia."

Liao Shimei's Candle Shadow Shakes Red: "Wei Zi's visit is the most concerned and wonderful."

Fireworks blur the grass and long warblers fly in the spring moon; One summer night in Xu Lai, there were few stars and moons, and a cool breeze was blowing gently. Late autumn with blue sky and yellow leaves; Snow dancing in the new winter, surging fragrance, is the best time to read Song Ci. Opening the blue line poem scroll seems to open the heavy curtain of time. In the sonorous melody of long and short sentences, the soul, like Yue Xian, listened to the sky, fascinated to the long pavilion and short alley, met the poets of the Song Dynasty at the bank of Qingyang Bridge, and met in the restaurant with the apricot and yellow flags obliquely inserted, singing and whispering, thinking about the ancient feelings, expressing the block in the chest, and singing the joy of life in the blend of love and nature.

Through the clouds, it seems that Su Shi, with a flowing gown, can stand alone in Chibi, chanting excitedly: "I am wandering in the old country, and I am full of passion, and I was born early. Life is like a dream, there is still one month. " Mr. Dongpo's passion, pointing out the mountains and rivers, is heroic and charming, and still exudes charming charm through thousands of years of time and space.

Liu Yong, whose career was bumpy and his life was down and out, left his friends in the south and was full of sadness. He chanted: "Since ancient times, love has hurt parting, and neglecting the Qing Autumn Festival is even worse. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are thousands of styles, who to talk to. " In the shallow singing, Mr. Liu Tuntian tells his love for his friends and his slow words step by step. The mountain is heavy, which hinders the constant concern of friends. Loneliness makes friendship more precious, and true feelings are sublimated in this kind of high-five.

Blue tiles and white walls, heavy doors and deep courtyards, withered willow leaves, wandering in the land tour of Shenyuan, looking at the beautiful and familiar images that are gradually drifting away, my heart is twisted, and I put my pen on the powder wall to reveal my heart: "With bare hands, yellow wine, spring willows are everywhere. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No! No! Wrong! " This eternal sadness, every word tears blood, every sentence cones the heart, who says that a gentleman is as cold as ice, just because he is not in love. Mr. Weng Fang, who galloped on the battlefield and resisted gold, did his best to write a song "Feng Feng".

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the golden wind is blowing at the beginning, the lotus pond leaves are broken, and Li Qingzhao, who is light and frowning, leans against the small bed and misses her lover who is wandering on earth: "One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation. You can only frown and take it to heart. " Affectionate woman's tenderness is so fresh and elegant, and her feelings are so profound. No wonder Yi established a unique historical position as a poetess outside the Soviet Union.

In the war-torn Southern Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang, who was dying, turned the tide with a childlike innocence and fought bravely against gold. After he went to prison, he was brave and unyielding. He sang, "All the pearls in the mirror are gone, and only Dan Xin can't put them out. Going to Longsha, looking back, the front line is as green as hair. An old friend should remember that there is a waning moon on the branches of azaleas. " Mr Wenshan's patriotism, like a cuckoo weeping blood, will never change. This fearless spirit of the nation has inspired countless people with lofty ideals for thousands of years to fight bloody battles for the country and the people and devote themselves to the battlefield. That eternal famous saying: "Who has never died in life since ancient times, has a heart and a history." It's still pronounced in every corner of China.

Masculinity is unpretentious, bold and lingering, loyalty is not proud, romantic and elegant, and the beautiful feelings that can be possessed in human nature are released to an unprecedented extreme by Song Ci, and the cultural soul of the Chinese nation is best interpreted in Song Ci.

Meditation in seclusion, spanning the span of time and space, can we still find this kind of most affectionate, perfect and beautiful writing today in the 2 1 century? The impetuous world wind, like pop songs, pursues hot spots that stimulate the senses. Under the dazzling aura of money and status, it has already put an honest and clean personality, an ancient style of attaching importance to feelings and righteousness, and a backbone of upholding justice at the bottom of the ideological box like old clothes.

"The mountains reflect the sunset water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset." I want to embrace that autumn color and shout from the bottom of my heart: come back, Song Ci!

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