is heartless, not sentimental and bitter, and an inch is still thousands of strands. Magnolia Yan Shu
When will this water stop? When has this hatred been? I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not bear it. Li Zhiyi
, an Oracle operator, has been here for many years, but it should be a good time and a good scene in name only. There are thousands of customs, and who can you talk to? Yu Lin ling Liu Yong
Red candle has no good plan for self-pity, and it cries for others in the cold night. Butterfly Lovers Yan Jidao
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River; I miss you every day, but I don't see you, so I drink the Yangtze River water. Oracle operator Li Zhiyi
What's the decision of the homesickness? I know that after the spring has gone, I have no control. Chao Chongzhi, Linjiang County
The phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk. The second place, how one, worry about the word. The voice is slow. Li Qingzhao
On the pipa string, he said that he was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and he had returned according to the colorful clouds. Yan Jidao, a fairy in Linjiang,
works hard with her hands, and her feelings are the same (Ancient Poems Written by Jiao Zhongqing's Wife in Yuefu)
There is no words in the water (Unnamed Altair)
I would like to fly high for a pair of swan (Unnamed Tall Buildings in Northwest China)
See the lotus is not clear (The Song of Midnight in the Qing Dynasty)
Nong is a northern star, and it has not moved for thousands of years (The Song of Midnight in Wu Sheng)
Ten thousand songs don't care, and a song is emotional (Singing in the Daitang, Bao Zhao)
If you win, why do you die? You would rather be a Yuanyang than an immortal (Lu Zhaolin's Ancient Meaning of Chang 'an). People who are sold in Iraq are haggard (Ouyang Xiu's "Die Lian Hua")
When you sing all the new words, you can't see the joy, and the rosy clouds reflect the trees (Liu Yuxi's "Walking on a Song"
If the two feelings are long-lasting, why are they in the court? -Qin Guan < Queqiao >
If you don't miss your life, you will miss it, and it will hurt you. -Yuan Xu Zaisi's "themoon Qu * Chun Qing"
Affectionate has been idle since ancient times, and the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up. -Qing; Shi Qing's
. -Cao Xueqin's A Dream of Red Mansions
Under the acacia tree, I miss you, but Silang hates mandy. -Republic of China: Liang Qichao
held hands and looked at him with tears, but he was speechless and choked.
Affection hurts parting since ancient times.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene.
even though there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to? ! -Liu Yong's Yulinling
Flowers drift and water flows by itself.
one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it.
looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
this time, what a sad word? -Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow"
Going to the West Building without words. The moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
keep cutting. The reason is still chaotic. It's sadness. Especially the ordinary taste in my heart
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
The crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and when I suddenly looked back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. -Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi"
Flowers can be folded straight, so don't wait for no flowers to be folded! -Tang Du Qiuniang's "The Zoyside Clothes"
A branch is fragrant and fragrant, and it is heartbroken in vain. -Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao II"
I don't regret the gradual widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Song; Liu Yong's "Fengqitong"
The past is empty and still like a dream. ------Li Yu's "A Midnight Song * How Can I Avoid Life's Sorrow and Hatred?"
If you know what I mean, you must ask for it! -------Li Yu's "The Golden Sparrow"
The willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk. -Zhu Shuzhen's "Shanchazi"
When you meet each other, if you don't see each other, you will be ruthless. -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
When the horizon is poor, there is only endless acacia. -"Spring on a Jade Building"
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix
yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. -Don; Li Shangyin's Untitled
Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. -Song; Ou Yang Xiu's
The Jade House in Spring often envies that the world is full of jade lang, and heaven should beg for a crisp mother. Do your best to sing songs and spread your teeth, the wind blows, the snow flies and the sea becomes cool.
when Wan Li comes back, the less she wears, the more she smiles, and the more she smiles, the more fragrant she is. I wonder if Lingnan should be bad, but I said: This peace of mind is my hometown.
the flowers are faded, the red apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world!
the swing in the wall is outside the wall. A layman in the wall, a beautiful woman in the wall laughs. Laughter fades into silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
-Song; Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
asks what the world love is, and teaches that life and death are mutually committed. "Maibeitang" Yuan Haowen
When the golden phoenix and the jade dew meet, they will win over countless people. If the two love each other for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening!
The Fairy of Queqiao Qin Guan
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Bai Juyi
Guan Guanji dove, in the river continent. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. The Book of Songs? Nan Zhou? Guan Ju
I want to know you. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder in winter shakes the rain and snow in summer, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to be with you. The author of shangxie is unknown
Your monarch is a rock, and my concubine is a reed. Puwei is as tough as silk, and the rock has no transfer. Peacock flies southeast anonymously
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and untitled by and every night the candles will weep their wicks away, Li Shangyin
Hold your hand and grow old with your son. "The Book of Songs. Feng? Drumming
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches. Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people. Wang Wei in Acacia
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, but you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I don't see you, so I drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop? When will this hate be over? I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not miss Li Zhiyi. Li Zhiyi
The following are the first choices from Nineteen Ancient Poems
(1) Depart from Jun and Sheng.
thousands of miles apart, each in a single day.
the road is blocked and long, so it's safe to meet.
Humayi winds north, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest.
the day is far away, and the day of clothing has slowed down.
clouds cover the day, and wanderers ignore it.
thinking of your husband makes you old, and the years are getting late.
Don't give up the donation and try to add meals.
(2) Guests come from afar, leaving me alone.
it's thousands of miles away, so it's popular.
mandarin ducks were cut into acacia quilts.
with sauvignon blanc, the fate is indissoluble.
who can leave here when painting with glue?
(3) The moon is bright and bright, according to my bed latitude.
I can't sleep because I'm sad, and I wander around with my clothes on.
it's better to return home early, although the guest is having fun.
who should I sue if I'm wandering alone when I leave home?
lead him back into the room, with his dress in tears.
(4) Grass beside the Qingqing River and willow in the gloomy garden.
Yingying is a girl upstairs, and she is a bright window.
E-E's pink make-up makes a delicate hand.
I used to be a prostitute, but now I'm a slut.
it's hard to be alone in an empty bed if you can't return.
(5) Picking hibiscus in Shejiang, Lanzeduo fragrant grass.
what you want to leave behind is far away.
I still look at my old hometown, and the road is vast.
If you leave home with one heart, you will die of sorrow.
(6) Far away, Altair, Jiaojiaohe Han female.
a slim hand makes a neat loom.
I cry like rain all day long.
the rivers and rivers are clear and shallow, which is quite different.
there are plenty of water, and the pulse is speechless.
(7) Guests come from afar, leaving me alone.
it's thousands of miles away, so it's popular.
mandarin ducks were cut into acacia quilts.
with sauvignon blanc, the fate is indissoluble.
who can leave here when painting with glue?
(8) The moon is bright and bright, according to my bed latitude.
I can't sleep because I'm sad, and I wander around with my clothes on.
it's better to return home early, although the guest is having fun.
who should I sue if I'm wandering alone when I leave home?
lead him back into the room, with his dress in tears.
evil
evil, I want to know you, and I will live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, and the river is exhausted; Thunder and shock in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are in harmony, but dare to break away from you.
Beauty
Author: Li Yannian
There are beautiful women in the north, who are peerless and independent.
once you care about the city, you care about the country.
I'd rather not know the city and the country! Beauty is hard to get again.
Drinking Horse in the Great Wall Cave
Author: Anonymous
Grass beside the Qingqing River, continuous with Philip Burkart Road.
it's impossible to think of a long way, but I dreamed of it in the past.
I dreamed of being next to me, and suddenly I felt in a foreign land.
in different counties, we don't meet each other.
dry mulberry leaves tell the wind, while sea water tells the cold.
everyone is charming at the beginning, who is willing to speak for each other!
The guest came from afar and left me a pair of carp.
Huer cooked carp, and there were all kinds of books in it.
how about reading a plain book on your knees?
what you say adds food to your meal, but what you say recalls your looks.
picking ge
if you don't see ge for a day, it's like March. He took Xiao Xi, but he didn't see him for a day, like Sanqiu Xi. If you don't see me for a day, you will be three years old.
Jinse
Author: Li Shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool.
The golden toad is locked and burned incense, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished.
in love, there is no competition between flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell.
I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale.
blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, and a sweet breath steals from your hibiscus-broidered curtain.
but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away.
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp.
till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift.
Chang 'e
Author: Li Shangyin
The shadow of the mica screen candle is deep, and the long river gradually falls and the stars sink.
Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir.
Butterfly Lovers
Author: Yan Shu
threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke orchid tears dew. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. After the bright moon, she didn't know how to leave and hate suffering, and she inclined her light to wear Zhuhu.
the west wind withered the green trees last night. Alone in a tall building, you can see the end of the world. If you want to send colorful stationery and ruler, where do you know?
Feng Qiwu
Author: Liu Yong
Leaning against a dangerous building, the wind is thin. Looking forward to the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, who will rely on silence?
I'm going to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret it when my belt widens. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
Yulinling
Author: Liu Yong
Chilling, late for Changting, the shower began to rest. In Kyoto city peripherals farewell, but did not drink the mood, is reluctant to leave, the boat people have been urged to start. Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless! I miss a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the dusk is heavy.
Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival. Where do you wake up from the wine tonight? There is a small breeze in Yang Liuan. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. Even if there is full of emotion, and who can enjoy it with?
Qiaojinmen
Author: Feng Yansi
The wind blows a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the red apricot core with your hand.
The fighting duck is lonely and lonely, and the jade scratches its head and falls obliquely. Miss his sweetheart all day, but the sweetheart has never come back, suddenly heard the magpies call.
Queqiao Fairy
Author: Qin Guan
Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread hate, and silver and Han are far away from darkness. On the seventh day of the autumn dew in the autumn, the meet meet, more than the world of those who are together, but the appearance husband and wife.
tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, and you can bear to take care of the magpie bridge and return home. If the two feelings last for a long time, are they in the morning and evening?
Jiang Chengzi
Author: Qin Guan
The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring. Tears cannot be gathered up when you are moved away from worry. I still remember that I was passionate about returning to the boat. On the day of Biye Zhuqiao, people disappeared and water flowed in vain.
youth is not reserved for teenagers. Hate you, when will you stop? As soon as the flying catkins fall, they go upstairs. Doing the riverside is full of tears, endless flow, and many worries.
Linjiang Xian
Author: Yan Jidao
After the dream, the balcony was locked high, and the curtain hung low. When hate came last spring. The fallen petal is independent, and the micro-swift flies together.
I remember Xiao Ping's first meeting, and her two focuses were Luo Yi, and the pipa string said acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Drunken Flower Yin
Author: Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick, the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated. The festival is also Chongyang, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night.
after dusk, Dongli Bar has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.
Butterfly Lovers
Author: Yan Shu
threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke orchid tears dew. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. After the bright moon, she didn't know how to leave and hate suffering, and she inclined her light to wear Zhuhu.
the west wind withered the green trees last night. Alone in a tall building, you can see the end of the world. If you want to send colorful stationery and ruler, where do you know?
Feng Qiwu
Author: Liu Yong
Leaning against a dangerous building, the wind is thin. Looking forward to the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, who will rely on silence?
I'm going to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret it when my belt widens. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
Yulinling
Author: Liu Yong
Chilling, late for Changting, the shower began to rest. In Kyoto city peripherals farewell, but did not drink the mood, is reluctant to leave, the boat people have been urged to start. Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless! I miss a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the dusk is heavy.
Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival. Where do you wake up from the wine tonight? There is a small breeze in Yang Liuan. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. Even if there is full of emotion, and who can enjoy it with?
Qiaojinmen
Author: Feng Yansi
The wind blows a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the red apricot core with your hand.
The fighting duck is lonely and lonely, and the jade scratches its head and falls obliquely. Miss his sweetheart all day, but the sweetheart has never come back, suddenly heard the magpies call.
Queqiao Fairy
Author: Qin Guan
Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread hate, and silver and Han are far away from darkness. When the golden wind and high curative value meet, they win.