I have always liked Nalan Xingde from the Qing Dynasty

Let me recommend some to you

Really good ones

1. Love

Dream of Jiangnan

When all the crows are gone, who does Xiaoli hate for? The sudden snow turns over the fragrant pavilion catkins, the gentle breeze blows the plum blossoms in the gall bladder, and the words in the heart have turned to ashes.

Bodhisattva Man

The wind and rain are blowing in the wind, and it will be more painful to stay away from others. I sleep on my pillow for several autumns, and the toad sings his string early.

The cold night was frightening, and the tears and lanterns fell. Everywhere is sad, the light dust is in Yuqin.

Again

The flower slave drum has not stopped to urge the flowers, but when I wake up from the drunkenness, I can see the remaining red dancing. I couldn't bear to cover the rest of my wine glass, and cried several times in the face of the wind.

Look at the pink fragrance and then say goodbye, leaving only the moon at that time. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably.

Again

The spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly back. People are in the jade tower, the building is high and the wind blows from all directions.

A handful of shredded willow tobacco, a dark-colored cage with mandarin duck tiles. Rest close to Xiaolangan, where the setting sun is infinite.

The Bodhisattva Man

The rain was falling across the flowers, and I was speechless with a snap of my fingers. Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long and drooping veins.

The scenery of Xiaoping Mountain is far away, and the makeup is thin and the lead is light. Standing on the Yao ladder alone, wearing gold-threaded shoes through the cold.

Again

The crystal curtain is a sad white, and the clouds and fragrant mist are far away. Speechless to ask for more clothes, the moon is already in the west.

The west wind blows in the weft, and no one is allowed to sleep in sorrow. Just last autumn, I felt like crying.

Linjiang Fairy

Bajiao’s heart was broken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand.

My tired eyes are blurry at first sight, and half of them are blurry when I look at them again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?

Also

I had a personal appointment last night, and Yan Chengyu missed the third watch. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's late at night and people are still awake, and mice are watching the lamps.

It turned out that Qu Tang was blocking the wind and wrongly taught people to hate ruthlessness. There was silence outside the small corridor. Several times when the intestines are broken, the wind blows to protect the flower bells.

Poppy

Spring love only reaches the point where the pear blossoms are thin and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world.

The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret thread is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night.

Again

We meet again in the depths of Qulan, weeping and trembling. After a desolate farewell, the two echoed each other, the most unbearable resentment in the bright moonlight.

I have slept alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first trick is to draw a skirt.

Also

The silver bed is filled with asphalt and the old trees are covered with asphalt. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves.

I miss you every inch in the corridor, and I lean against the falling moon. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

Another (Autumn Evening Walk)

The ground is full of traces of sorrow, no one has noticed it, and the shadows on the dew are wet. The small steps on the idle steps are more desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

Being sentimental is tiring, and the heart is broken. The words on the red paper are blurred against the wall, and I recall that I was crouching in front of the lamp as a book of Yi.

The clouds and pine trees on the temples

The pillow is fragrant and the flowers are leaking through the path. We met as promised and chatted after dusk. The season is thin and cold, people are sick and drinking wine, shoveling pear blossoms on the ground, thinning in the east wind all night long.

Hide the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?

Shanhuazi

The barren moss in the forest leads to Yun's house, and the jade bones are pitted against the dust and sand. There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns.

The duckweeds of half a lifetime are lost in the water, and the famous flowers are buried in a night of cold rain. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.

Qing Ping Le

Desolate and miserable, the Yellow Flower Festival is bleak. In the dream, the sound of the anvil did not stop, which made the crickets grieve even more.

The dust gives birth to swallows in the empty building, and the remaining strings are thrown at the bedside. The same morning breeze and waning moon are now adding sadness to my emotions.

Again

The wind and rain on the temples come unexpectedly.

Tired of leaning on the magnolia and looking at the halo of the moon, it is easy to whisper and the fragrance is close.

The soft wind blows through the window screen, and my heart is far away. From now on, the spring will be sad and the farewell will be sad, and the dusk will only look at the pear blossoms.

Like a dream

It is the golden well of the windlass, full of red and cold fallen flowers. When they met suddenly, they were confused. Whoever saves, saves. From then on, the pattern of the bamboo mat and the shadow of the lamp were reflected.

Again

The yellow leaves and moss return, where are the fragrant pink clothes? The news is so heavy, I miss you a lot tonight. Autumn rain, half of the autumn rain is blown away by the wind.

Also

In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense, the teachings are drunk and shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.

Picking mulberry seeds

Tongxia has been flying for a long time. Who is the person beside? Whose side are you with? Yuqing can't sleep tonight.

The incense sales are extinguished by the cold lamp, and the autumn is still here. Counting the autumn quietly, I mistakenly expected it to come to an end.

Again

Who will translate Yuefu’s Desolate Song? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have been exhausted for another night.

I don’t know what is lingering in my arms, I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I am drunk, I have never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams.

Again

The cold fragrance lingers all over the Red Bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home.

Who can play drums after farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.

Picking mulberry seeds

The peach blossoms die of shame and are grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong.

Whoever pities the hard-working Dongyang is thin, but also feels carefree in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place.

Again

Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and the sky, melancholy and alienated. Not to mention separation, but there are always no tears in a good night.

We can only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad.

Again

Even if you turn on the lamp and write on red paper, it is still boring. The jade leak is far away, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by the jade flute.

A few poles of bamboo are being repaired in the middle of the rain, and the leaves are rustling. Share the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao.

Also

Liang Sheng dew Qi Xiang string moist, dark dripping flowers. Who shakes the shadow of the curtain, the wicker on the wind silk.

The dancing Kun mirror box is opened and covered frequently, and the sandalwood powder is in a carefree tone. Tears flowed like a flood in the morning, and the fragrance of the quilt last night made me feel that my dream was far away.

Again

The native flowers were stained with Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead were difficult to eliminate. Whoever knocks Qingyun, it’s not rhino vertebrae but phoenix qiao.

It should only accompany Duanxi Zi for a long time and cut off the autumn tide. The parrot secretly teaches, and Fang Xiang sees the jade flute in front of him.

Again

The white clothes are standing against the Zhu Lan, and the cold moon is in the west. A little bit of frost on your temples, will you know if you are coming home at this age?

The geese with broken eyes are still missing, and the ruler elements are still rare. Blindly longing for lovesickness, almost mimicking the old days.

Picking mulberry seeds

The ruins of the Xie family’s courtyard are now standing, and the swallows are placed in the carved beams. The monthly silver wall, if you don’t distinguish the flowers, how can you distinguish the fragrance?

This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.

Again

Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.

Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, all the plows and flowers are gone, the moon is back to the west.

Huatangchun

A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?

It is easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it is difficult to escape into the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.

When the flowers fall

Who calls me down the stairs at sunset with a handful of catkins. I turned around and smiled, standing in front of the steps. I was speechless and reluctant.

The letter has no evidence, so don’t talk about lovesickness. I advise Yi Hao to get drunk by the red window, but she will be out of reach when the flowers fall.

The Legend of the River

Spring is light, red is resentful. Covering the double rings, painting is leisurely among the flowers in the light rain. The silent tears will burst into tears. In the dim light, the fragrance is sold and the dream returns.

Leaning on the painting screen and thinking about the past are all wrong. They are just words of lovesickness. I remember that at that time, there were weeping willow silks, flower branches, and butterflies all over the courtyard.

Huanxisha

It is difficult to remember the long string and want to say goodbye. Yingying has been separated from Yinwan since then. There will be no wind and snow to destroy it.

At what time does the green bird cut brocade characters, and the jade insect cuts spring streamers all night long. Can't help but worry about the situation.

Also

Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.

Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.

Again

The lotus leaks three times and half of the candle is lit, and the apricot blossoms are lightly wet with light rain. How about sending red beans to boredom?

The spring scenery has become as thick as wine, and the promise of returning home is as strong as the tide. Who can recruit the beauty who has left the soul and entered the night?

Also

The wind throws away the remaining autumn grass. Gao Wu is wet and the moon is cold and silent. At that time, the Qixi Festival recorded a deep alliance.

Believe in the marriage of feathers and clothes, regret it and be buried in the city. The world is full of rain bells.

Again

Half of the setting sun comes down from the small building, and the red curtain is tilted with a soft gold hook. You can't be sad when you lean on the railing without any thoughts.

There was a girl named Yingying riding a horse. She was very elegant with light makeup and dark shades. He is shy but looks back when he sees someone.

Breaking through the sand of Huanxi

The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and beautiful, and the lotus root silk is lingering; cherish each other and pick up a petal of incense to remember the past life.

When a person is sentimental, his sentiments turn weak, and now he really regrets his sentiments; when he looks back with a broken heart, he sheds no tears.

2. Mourning for death

The green shirt is wet. Mourning for death.

There have been so many sad things recently. Who can talk more about it? Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.

I understood it at the time, but now I have given it up, it is always a loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.

Qin Yuan Chun Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, I dreamed that the deceased woman was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hands and choking with sobs, saying too many words that she could no longer remember. But there is a parting saying: "I wish I could be the moon in the sky, and I still get to meet Lang every year." The woman has never written poetry, and she doesn't know how she got it. She felt that it was a poem afterward

Life is fleeting, and her life is so miserable. , How can I forget when I wander low? I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the wind played with the rain; at the curve of the carved lantern, we leaned against the setting sun. Dreams are hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I will cry even more if I win. The remains are there, but they are only turned around, but they are not allowed to be looked at.

Rediscovering the vast blue sky. If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning. The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced. It’s really helpless, the sound of the beautiful sound is next to the flute, and the music is composed of the ileum.

Yu Zhonghao It was a windy and rainy night on the fourth day of July, and tomorrow was the birthday of the late wife.

The dust was all over the sparse curtains and the curtains were floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw the green leaves next to the rhinoceros dowry.

Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, and the cold rain and cold wind are beating the painted bridge.

Nan Xiangzi wrote a photo for his deceased wife

Crying but silently, he only regretted his past kindness and relied on his paintings to reflect on his past. Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.

The other words are very clear. I woke up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.

Golden Thread Qu Thoughts on the anniversary of my late wife’s death

When will this regret end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.

If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. When we get married, we will know him for life. I am also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.

Die Lianhua

Hard work makes me pity the moon in the sky, it is like a ring overnight, and it becomes a knot every night. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.

It is not easy to cut off the fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly.

3. Friendship

Shanhuazi

The barren moss in the forest leads to Yun’s house, feeling pity for the jade bones and the dusty sand. There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns.

The duckweeds of half a lifetime are lost in the water, and the famous flowers are buried in a night of cold rain. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.

Qing Ping Le

Desolate and miserable, the Yellow Flower Festival is bleak. In the dream, the sound of the anvil did not stop, which made the crickets grieve even more.

The dust gives birth to swallows in the empty building, and the remaining strings are thrown at the bedside.

The same morning breeze and waning moon are now adding sadness to my emotions.

Again

The wind and rain on the temples come unexpectedly. Tired of leaning on the magnolia and looking at the halo of the moon, it is easy to whisper and the fragrance is close.

The soft wind blows through the window screen, and my heart is far away. From now on, the spring will be sad and the farewell will be sad, and the dusk will only look at the pear blossoms.

Like a dream

It is the golden well of the windlass, full of red and cold fallen flowers. When they met suddenly, they were confused. Whoever saves, saves. From then on, the pattern of the bamboo mat and the shadow of the lamp were reflected.

Again

The yellow leaves and moss return, where are the fragrant pink clothes? The news is so heavy, I miss you a lot tonight. Autumn rain, half of the autumn rain is blown away by the wind.

Also

In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense, the teachings are drunk and shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.

Picking mulberry seeds

Tongxia has been flying for a long time. Who is the person beside? Whose side are you with? Yuqing can't sleep tonight.

The incense sales are extinguished by the cold lamp, and the autumn is still here. Counting the autumn quietly, I mistakenly expected it to come to an end.

Again

Who will translate Yuefu’s Desolate Song? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have been exhausted for another night.

I don’t know what is lingering in my arms, I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I am drunk, I have never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams.

Again

The cold fragrance lingers all over the Red Bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home.

Who can play drums after farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.

Picking mulberry seeds

The peach blossoms die of shame and are grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong.

Whoever pities the hard-working Dongyang is thin, but also feels carefree in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place.

Again

Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and the sky, melancholy and alienated. Not to mention separation, but there are always no tears in a good night.

We can only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad.

Again

Even if you turn on the lamp and write on red paper, it is still boring. The jade leak is far away, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by the jade flute.

A few poles of bamboo are being repaired in the middle of the rain, and the leaves are rustling. Share the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao.

Also

Liang Sheng dew Qi Xiang string moist, dark dripping flowers. Who shakes the shadow of the curtain, the wicker on the wind silk.

The dancing Kun mirror box is opened and covered frequently, and the sandalwood powder is in a carefree tone. Tears flowed like a flood in the morning, and the fragrance of the quilt last night made me feel that my dream was far away.

Again

The native flowers were stained with Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead were difficult to eliminate. Whoever knocks Qingyun, it’s not rhino vertebrae but phoenix qiao.

It should only accompany Duanxi Zi for a long time and cut off the autumn tide. The parrot secretly teaches, and Fang Xiang sees the jade flute in front of him.

Again

The white clothes are standing against the Zhu Lan, and the cold moon is in the west. A little bit of frost on your temples, will you know if you are coming home at this age?

The geese with broken eyes are still missing, and the ruler elements are still rare. Blindly longing for lovesickness, almost mimicking the old days.

Picking mulberry seeds

The ruins of the Xie family’s courtyard are now standing, and the swallows are placed in the carved beams. The monthly silver wall, if you don’t distinguish the flowers, how can you distinguish the fragrance?

This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.

Again

Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.

Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, all the plows and flowers are gone, the moon is back to the west.

Huatangchun

A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?

It is easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it is difficult to escape into the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.

When the flowers fall

Who calls me down the stairs at sunset with a handful of catkins. I turned around and smiled, standing in front of the steps. I was speechless and reluctant.

The letter has no evidence, so don’t talk about lovesickness. I advise Yi Hao to get drunk by the red window, but she will be out of reach when the flowers fall.

The Legend of the River

Spring is light, red is resentful. Covering the double rings, painting is leisurely among the flowers in the light rain. The silent tears will burst into tears. In the dim light, the fragrance is sold and the dream returns.

Leaning on the painting screen and thinking about the past are all wrong. They are just words of lovesickness. I remember that at that time, there were weeping willow silks, flower branches, and butterflies all over the courtyard.

Huanxisha

It is difficult to remember the long string and want to say goodbye. Yingying has been separated from Yinwan since then. There will be no wind and snow to destroy it.

At what time does the green bird cut brocade characters, and the jade insect cuts spring streamers all night long. Can't help but worry about the situation.

Also

Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.

Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.

Again

The lotus leaks three times and half of the candle is lit, and the apricot blossoms are lightly wet with light rain. How about sending red beans to boredom?

The spring scenery has become as thick as wine, and the promise of returning home is as strong as the tide. Who can recruit the beauty who has left the soul and entered the night?

Also

The wind throws away the remaining autumn grass. Gao Wu is wet and the moon is cold and silent. At that time, the Qixi Festival recorded a deep alliance.

Believe in the marriage of feathers and clothes, regret it and be buried in the city. The world is full of rain bells.

Again

Half of the setting sun comes down from the small building, and the red curtain is tilted with a soft gold hook. You can't be sad when you lean on the railing without any thoughts.

There was a girl named Yingying riding a horse. She was very elegant with light makeup and dark shades. He is shy but looks back when he sees someone.

Breaking through the sand of Huanxi

The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and beautiful, and the lotus root silk is lingering; cherish each other and pick up a petal of incense to remember the past life.

When a person is sentimental, his sentiments turn weak, and now he really regrets his sentiments; when he looks back with a broken heart, he sheds no tears.