"Huanxisha" Who thinks that the west wind will cool alone? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. How many people's helplessness and sentimentality was conveyed by the sentence "It was ordinary at that time"?
"Magnolia Order" If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells at night end without complaint. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches. How many people's sentiments and memories are conveyed by the sentence "If life is just like the first time we met?"
Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha Ling" toasts the east wind with wine, and the sex is calm. The weeping poplars and purple trees in the east of Luo City always join hands and travel through the fragrant bushes. Gathering and separation are painful and hurried, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year's. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. I don't know who will be the same. The flowers will be better next year and I will go see them, but will I still see you, my old friend? Maybe I won’t see him again. I don’t know who will accompany me then. This poem is also very beautiful.
"Partridge Sky" Yan Jidao (Yan Shu's seventh son) held the jade bell diligently with colorful sleeves, but he was drunk and beautiful when he fought hard. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream. In this poem, "After seeing each other again, we recall each other, and we share the same dream with you several times, but I am still afraid that we will meet again in a dream." is written extremely delicately, beautifully, and with a hint of sadness. This kind of longing can't help but make people think a lot. thousand!
Liu Yong's "Remembering the Imperial Capital" The thin quilt and small pillow are in the weather, and I suddenly feel the feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I woke up and fell asleep again. After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year. I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. Fighting for Nai again, the plan has been made. Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, just relying on loneliness and boredom. Dedicated to my whole life, I will shed a thousand tears for you. The last line of this poem, "My whole life is my heart, and I will bear your tears for thousands of years" is the truest words in my heart, with helpless true feelings. Although it is not very beautiful, this is my favorite sentence in Liu Yong's poems.
Ouyang Xiu's "Nan Ge Zi" phoenix bun with gold mud ribbon, dragon-patterned jade palm comb, smiling and supporting each other under the window when coming and going, love and thrush are as deep as the time. I have been leaning against someone for a long time with my pen, trying my hand at tracing flowers for the first time. , I wasted no time in embroidering, and asked with a smile how the word "鸳鸯" came into being. This is a story about the sweet life of a couple, beautiful and happy, which makes people think of it.
Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi. Yuanxi" On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. In the moonlit willow branches, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears. This poem is simple and clear, with a touch of sadness.
"Traveling on the Shasha·Chenzhou Hotel" Qin Guan The tower is lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the ferry. The peach garden is nowhere to be found. It is worth mentioning that the solitary pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos. The plum blossoms are sent to the post, and the ruler is sent to the fish. There are countless ways to build up this hatred. Fortunately, the Chenjiang River flows around Chenshan Mountain, but why does it flow down to Xiaoxiang? Anyone who reads the last sentence of this poem will find it beautiful. When I was in high school, I thought this sentence was said by someone who had a crush but failed to confess!
"Eight-Sixth Son" Qin Guan leans on Wei Pavilion. Hate is like a fragrant grass, which will survive even after being harvested. After thinking about the farewell to the green man outside the willow tree, I felt sad and secretly surprised when I parted with the red mantle by the water. Wu Duan Tian and Ping Ting. There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and the tenderness of the spring breeze is ten miles away. Perseveringly, the joy gradually followed the flowing water, the sound of the plain strings broke, the fragrance of the green silk decreased, and the flowers flew into the night, and the remaining rain covered the sky. Positive sales and condensation. The oriole crows a few more times. "There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and the tenderness of the spring breeze is ten miles away." This is my second favorite sentence in Qin Shaoyou's poems.
"The Poppy" Qin Guan The green peach planted and dew in the sky is not an ordinary flower. The water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountains, but it's a pity that a single branch blooms like a picture for whom. There is no limit to the light cold and drizzle, it is difficult to control without spring. It doesn't matter if I get drunk for you, I'm afraid it will break my heart when I wake up. Anyone who reads this sentence will be filled with emotion. "It's okay to get drunk for you, I'm afraid it will break your heart when you wake up." This is my favorite line in Qin Shaoyou's poems.