Nian Nujiao's Book on the Wall of Dongliu Village

Author: Xin Qiji

Dynasty: Song Genre: Ci

Poetry:

The wild tang flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry. The east wind in the land deceives visitors from their dreams, and a pillow of cloud screen makes them feel cold and timid. Holding a wine cup on the curved bank, with hanging poplars tied to the horse, this place was once lightly seen. The building is empty and people go, but Feiyan can talk about the old travel. I heard that at the east end of Qimo Road, pedestrians saw each other, and the moon was slender under the curtains. The spring river of old hatred is still flowing, and the new hatred is thousands of clouds high. It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break. You should also be surprised to ask: How many hair have you lost recently?

Shui Tiao Ge Tou

Author: Anonymous

Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty Genre: Ci

The east wind rolls the curtain, and things change. novel.

Peach blossom courtyard, small bridge and flowing water.

It is the Qingming day, the thatched pond is beautiful, nothing is inappropriate.

Purple swallows add new bases, and light rain sprinkles fragrance.

In my old life, I sold wine with a stick and fished for fish.

Like the rivers and lakes, there are a few gulls and herons as the sun sets.

A hundred years old, stone fire, thousands of layers of clouds and mountains, locked in smoke, looking back, forgetting the opportunity.

Under the window of Butterfly Dream Pine, I lie high on the Biyun River.

Flowers in the Rain/Night Boat

Author: Su Shi

Dynasty: Song Genre: Ci

Poetry:

This year, I spend time deep in the courtyard, with the east wind blowing and the tea smoke blowing. But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden. The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me. The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you. Autumn is getting late, what's the matter with a branch, it remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing merchants had no time for Yu Yan. It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very spring-like.