Song sushi

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.

I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there.

Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

We hope to live a long life for each other to share the beauty of this beautiful moonlight, even though we are separated from Wan Li.

Cijiang chengzi

Song sushi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

Yuan Zhen's Five Poems from Thinking (One into Six)

In the mirror of self-love makeup, the ring is covered with green silk.

Soon, a swallow was shot in the fat cheek, and a red Su Xuan was about to melt.

The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.

I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain.

Red roses promote the new era, and the gauze is delicate and dusty.

Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.

Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.