Li Qingzhao's famous poems
1. I am afraid of the pain of separation, so I have to stop talking about many things.
2. Hot or cold.
3. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
4. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows.
5. The weather and clothes of the old days are the same, but only the feelings are not the same as the old days at home!
6. Newly thinning is not due to illness and wine, nor is it sad autumn.
7. In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat. I undress my clothes lightly and board the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
8. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frowned and took it to my heart.
9. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
10. Lonely in the boudoir, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
11. The body is dim and light yellow, with soft nature, and only the fragrance remains. No need for light green and light red, it is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the painting railings are opened to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. A coquettish person can be ruthless, why can't it come to an end?
12. Lonely in the boudoir, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
13. I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
14. Why should it be light blue and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers.
15. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
16. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
17. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare.
18. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart.
19. It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes.
20. Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.
21. The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, and the precious duck leans against it with a fragrant cheek, and its eyes are moved to be guessed. One side is charming and full of charm, half of the paper is filled with tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again.
22. Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of idle sorrow.
23. Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When I see someone coming, I pick up my gold hairpin from my stockings. He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums.
24. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, tears will flow first.
25. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
Li Qingzhao’s famous sayings
1. The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
After reading this word, a kind of sadness comes over the sky. I don’t know whether I am worried about the beautiful god who stood alone among the yellow leaves in the autumn wind thousands of years ago, or I am sad for myself alone in a foreign place. ----"Drunk Flower Yin"
2. The weather and clothes of the old days are the same, but only the feelings are different from the old days at home! ----"Nan Gezi"
3. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
When guests come in, gold hairpins slip out of socks. He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums. ----"Dian Lips · Playing on the Swing"
4. The fragrant and cold golden cat was turned into a red wave. When I got up, I combed my hair lazily. The dowry was covered with dust. The sun hung on the curtain hook, for fear of parting. Bitterness, there are so many things, I have to stop talking about them, I am newly thin, it is not due to illness and wine, it is not a sad autumn.
Come on, I'll go back this time. I've visited Yangguan thousands of times, but it's hard to stay. People are far away when I miss Wuling, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the water flows in front of the building. You should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare. ----"Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Stage"
5. Spring is hidden in the small pavilion, the day is closed by the idle window, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building near the water? No one is here, and it feels so lonely. He Xun is in Yangzhou. ---- "The Garden is Fragrant"
6. The parasol trees have fallen, but the autumn colors are still there, and the loneliness is still there.
7. Rui Nao Xiang quells the soul and dreams, ward off the cold with golden bun and pines, and when you wake up, the sky is red with candles. ----"Huanxi Sand"
8. It's late at night to remove makeup, and the calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branch. When I wake up from alcohol, I fall asleep in spring, and I can never return to my dream. The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, the more time you get. ----"Complaining of Heartfelt Feelings"
9. Leaning on the railings, but without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
10. There is little joy in the eternal night.
Dreaming of Chang'an in the sky, recognizing the road to Chang'an.
In order to report the good spring this year.
It is appropriate to take photos of flowers and moonlight.
Although the cups and plates are careless.
The wine is delicious and the plum is sour, just like a person’s embrace.
Don’t laugh at arranging flowers while drunk.
Poor spring is like a person getting old. ----"Butterfly Loves Flowers·Remembering Chang'an"
11. The ban is low and the railings are cleverly guarded, so you can monopolize the remaining spring.
The guest is standing there calmly, showing his innocence in all his grace and kindness.
After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear.
Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, Dongjun will be buried forever.
Beside the east city, on the south road, there is the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion, where people race on the incense wheel.
When the feast is over, who can succeed Fangchen?
It is better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are evenly spaced near the sun.
The golden statue falls down and uses up all the candles, regardless of the dusk. ----"Celebrating the Qing Dynasty Slowly"
12. It's just a frown, but it's in the heart. ----"A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
13. A kind of lovesickness,
Two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling.
It is just a frown,
but it is in my heart. ----"A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
14. On the front table of the Lonely Lord, I am afraid of the end of the world.
15. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. ----"Bodhisattva Barbarian"
16. The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn mist is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. ?As if the dream soul has returned to the emperor's home,? Hearing the heaven's words, he asked me diligently where I was going. ?
I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned poems with amazing lines. ?The ninety-thousand-mile wind is rising. ?The wind stopped and the boat blew away the three mountains. ----"The Proud Fisherman Remembering Dreams"
17. Flowers bloom and fall without regrets, fate comes and goes like water. ----"Broken Flowers"
18. The Double Ninth Festival is here again, with jade pillows and gauze cabinets, and the coolness begins to shine through in the middle of the night. ----"Drunk Flower Yin"
19. The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtains are drooped. Hate the rustling, the ruthless wind and rain, the night comes and rubs the beautiful skin. It doesn't look like the imperial concubine's drunk face, nor does it look like Sun Shou's frown. Han Ling steals the fragrance, and the lady's wife is a fan. Don't compare them with each other. Take a closer look at the Qi and Qu Ping pottery orders, and the charm is just right. The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance.
As autumn falls, the snow becomes clearer and the jade becomes thinner, and I rely on people infinitely. It seems like the worry is condensing, Han Gao is undressing the pendant, it is like the tears are falling, and the Wan fan is writing poems. The moon is bright, the breeze is clear, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, the heavenly religion is haggard and graceful. Even though I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river. ----"Dolly: Ode to the White Chrysanthemum"
20. In the dying years, you smile and look for that sad and hesitant heart. When I got sick, my temples were blooming, and I lay down to watch the waning moon on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It is a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow osmanthus flowers from many people all day long. ----"Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
21. For whom do you thank the flowers when they bloom, and for whom do you feel sad when the flowers wither? ----"Broken Flowers"
22. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers ---- "Drunken Flower Yin"
23. Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.
----"Summer Quatrains"
24. The dangerous rhyme of the poem is complete, and it is a leisurely feeling to hold one's head up sober.
25. Who planted a banana tree in front of the window, filling the atrium with shade. The atrium is filled with shadow. Ye Ye's heart is relaxed and full of emotions.
The sad pillow is filled with raindrops at midnight. Bit by bit. I am worried that the people from the north are not used to getting up and listening. ----"Tian Zi Chou Nuer"
26. There are piles of yellow flowers all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? ----"Slow Voice"
27. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. ----"Slow Voice"
28. I remember once drinking in Xiting until sunset. I was so drunk that I couldn't find my way home.
After all the fun, I rowed back very late, but accidentally entered the depths of the lotus.
How to cross, how to cross? (Finally) The waterside was filled with gulls and herons. ----"Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset"
29. The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ----"Drunk Flower Yin"
30. The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people?
How much do you know when the willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment?
During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, will there be no wind and rain?
Come and summon me, bring you beautiful cars and BMWs, and thank you for your wine, friends, and poets.
In the prosperous day of Zhongzhou, there are many flaws in the boudoir, remember to focus on the three and five,
Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, and compete with the Chu,
Now She is haggard, her hair is covered with snow, and she is afraid of going out at night.
Why not go under the curtain and listen to people laughing. ---- "Yong Yu Le"
Su Shi's famous words and sentences
Su Shi's famous words and sentences
1. The poems are as interesting as continuous beads.
2. People come with letters like autumn leaves, and things disappear like spring dreams without a trace.
3. You must remember that the best times of the year are orange and green.
4. If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you may grow up to be a Lingnan native.
5. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to reach the beauty of the moon. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
6. Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
7. Young people work hard to eat polygonum, but old people are as leisurely as eating sugarcane.
8. Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it!
9. Life is like walking on snow and mud.
10. Life is like a dream, and a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river.
11. Taste in the world is pure joy.
12. Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.
13. The water is clear and there are countless fish out of the rocks. There are no birds in the deep forest.
14. Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I returned.
15. A tired guest at the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking away from his hometown.
16. How clearly you can see life.
17. Everyone hopes that their children will be smart, but I have been fooled by my wisdom throughout my life.
18. The boat passed away from now on, leaving the rest of my life in the rivers and seas.
19. Only passionate flowing water accompanies people.
20. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
21. The sky is dark and the wind is blowing across the sea, and flying rain is coming across the river from eastern Zhejiang.
22. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
23. Laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter. Passionate people are annoyed by ruthlessness. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!
24. Wandering at the end of the world, my thoughts are endless. We meet again, but in a hurry.
25. Literacy begins with worries in life.
26. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments.
27. A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
28. The great river goes eastward, sweeping away everything in waves, becoming a first-class figure through the ages.
Li Qingzhao’s Quotes on Life and Death
1. The ground is covered with yellow flowers that are piled up and haggard. Who is worthy of picking them now?
2. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
3. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, river plums have passed willow trees, and the swings are wet with rain at dusk.
4. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, tears will flow first.
5. I am afraid that a Shuanggai boat cannot carry many sorrows.
6. The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. The weather is the same as the old clothes, only the feelings are different, the old home!
7. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
8. This year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao’s temples are blooming with beauty. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
9. It is a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers from many people all day long.
10. The moon is bright, the breeze is bright, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, the heavenly religion is haggard and thin. Even though I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river.
11. The jade duck smokes in the stove and the brain is leisurely. The red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
12. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I would like to talk about but still leave.
13. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
14. Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
15. Although the cups and plates are careless, the wine is beautiful and the plums are sour, just like a person's embrace. Don't laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers. Poor people are like spring.
16. I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
17. The courtyard is much deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build a prosperous city.
18. Farewell, sadness, separation, forgetting to leave, the wine cup is deep and shallow, so that the music can be passed by the wild geese, Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.
19. Don’t regret that the fragrance fades and the jade diminishes. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
20. Lonely in the boudoir, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
21. It’s better to go under the curtain and listen to people’s laughter.
22. The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
23. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?
24. The fragrant and cold golden cat was turned into a red wave, and it got up and combed its hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation and farewell, there are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn.
25. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream. It wards off the cold with golden bun and pines. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.
26. The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the window and the smoke from the furnace is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.
27. The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It’s a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring.
28. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, bored and damaged, and worried about not leaning on it. Come and have a rest if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow.
29. Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.
30. Yuanxiu comes out of the mountains to urge dusk, the gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
31. The spring is deep outside the window in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin in silence.
32. The waves and tears make my heart drunk. After a while, the bear looks haggard. Missing you is like running water, and the thin horseshoes in the sky are broken. If you see me, I will definitely meet you in my dream. The water of the Yangtze River is rolling, and the heroes are crying.
33. One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back again.
34. Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of idle sorrow.
35. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.
36. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.
37. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
38. After the wine and singing, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
39. Whoever you lean against can break a branch, and there is no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
40. The wind is soft, the sun is thin, and spring is still early, and I am in a good mood with my shirt on. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact.
41. What’s so vulgar about plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
42. Smiling Tan Lang, the gauze cupboard is cool in autumn tonight.
43. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
44. The stars and rivers in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. The quilt on Liangsheng's pillow was stained with tears. He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What kind of night is this?"
45. The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with green dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early.
46. It was rainy and windy last night, and the remaining wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep.
47. After the singing in the wine bar, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
48. The fragrance is gone and the wine is full of evil feelings. The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
49. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit.
50. Kuang Qingyun is so close, after entering Chengming day and night. Look at the colorful clothes competing for offerings, the orchids are ashamed of the jade wine. I wish you a long life, and use the pine tree to wish you longevity.
51. The cup of Mo Xu is deep and thick with amber. The feeling of intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
52. In the palace of bright light, a few branches are evenly spaced near the sun. The golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk.
53. In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain.
54. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums are ashamed, and the picture railings are open to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. Scholars can be ruthless, why can't things come to an end?
55. It rains in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and every drop of rain drops; every drop of rain and rain, saddens the northerners, and they are not used to it!
56. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.
57. It’s too late to remove makeup when you’re drunk at night, and the calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branches. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned.
58. Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
59. People are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
60. The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles and leans against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.
61. When a guest comes, the wine in front of you is full, and the singing is flowing. The south branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don't wait for the west tower to sound the Qiang pipe several times.
62. In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
63. Good fortune may be intentional, so the moon shines brightly. ***The bounty is green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.
Li Qingzhao’s inspirational quotes
1. Recalling Qin’e’s presence in the high pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains were covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return, and the horns are heard in the dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
2. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
3. I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
4. Lonely in the boudoir, one inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
5. The stars and rivers in the sky are turning, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. Liang Sheng's pillow is stained with tears. I got up and took off my clothes and asked, "How is the night?"
6. The cup of Huanxi Shamoxu is deep and thick with amber. It melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
7. The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and the exploration of Jin Yingzhi is approaching the Double Ninth Festival. The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
8. It’s too late to remove makeup when you’re drunk at night, and the calyx of the plum blossom is stuck on a broken branch. When I wake up from alcohol, I fall asleep in spring, and I can never return to my dream. The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, the more time you get.
9. When I see someone coming, my socks and gold hairpin slip away, and I leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums.
10. Get up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent. There’s so much to say and nothing to think about. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water. Playing the flute for three times, the plum blossoms are broken, and there is so much love in spring.
11. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
12. Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
13. The gold is crushed into thousands of pieces and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The style and spirit are as bright as those of Yanfu.
14. Lingao Pavilion. The plains and mountains are covered with smoke. The smoke is thin. After the crow returns, I hear the horn at dusk. The fragrance is broken and the wine is full of evil feelings.
The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The sycamore tree fell. Autumn colors are still there again, and loneliness is still there.
15. The jade duck smokes in the stove and the brain is leisurely. The red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
16. The sound of the trumpet reminds the dawn, and the dawn returns to the bull fight. It’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.
17. Thin strands of crimson strands of ice, glistening skin, greasy and crispy snow. Laughing at Tanlang, the pillow on the pillow of the gauze kitchen is cool tonight.
18. Su Yue sent a lonely boat, only the shadow followed the water, the home was broken, and there was only one remaining wine. How can weak wine resist the strong evening wind, the rain of parasol trees, and a little bit of sadness.
19. He was a hero in life, but a hero in death. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River.
20. The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck with fragrant cheeks, and the eyes are moved to be guessed.
21. The Bodhisattva is very gentle, the sun is thin and spring is still early, and he is in a good mood with his shirt on. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.
22. When guests come in, gold hairpins slip out of socks. He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums. The spring heart of Qingzhao is budding, which is one, and the shyness is two.
23. The hibiscus on the sand-embroidered curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed. One side is charming and full of charm, half of the paper is filled with tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again.
24. In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up. Dreaming back to the mountain pillow, hidden flowers.
25. Even if you love and cherish, you don’t know how long you will keep it from now on.
26. Like a dream, the rain and wind last night were so heavy that the remaining wine could not be consumed by a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
27. The weather and clothes of the old days are the same, but only the feelings are different from the old days at home!
28. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows. The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
29. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream. It wards off the cold with golden bun and pines. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.
30. The spring is deep in the idle window of Huanxi Sha Xiaoyuan, the heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy, and there is no words to listen to the Yao Qin while leaning on the building. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
31. The sand in Huanxi is light and spring is cold, the jade furnace is sinking in the water, and the smoke is lingering. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
32. After the wine and singing, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
33. The wind is setting, the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
34. When the sand in the Huanxi River is broken, the hair on the temples starts to flutter. I lie down and look at the waning moon on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It’s a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers and mignonette from many people all day long.
35. Lingao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return, and the horns are heard in the dusk.
36. A broken branch can be sent to no one in the world or in heaven.
37. The small wind blew away the rain, and the flute played on the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall. When the flute player leaves the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
38. Although the cups and plates are careless, the wine is beautiful and the plums are sour, just like a person's embrace. Don't laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers. Poor people are like spring.
39. The cup of Mo Xu is deep and thick with amber. It melts before it becomes intoxicating, and the wind blows in the evening.
40. The spring breeze in Wuling lingers in the dust, the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
41. The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. Old weather and old clothes. Only the feelings are not the same as the old home.
42. It’s too late to remove makeup when you’re drunk at night, and the calyx of a plum tree is inserted into a broken branch. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned.
43. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with wind and frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
44. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
45. The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. I feel good when I put on my shirt. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact.
46. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away, but the warm wind will be late and the sun will not reach the fatness of the apricot blossoms.
47. It rains in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and it rains every bit. Bit by bit. I am worried that the people from the north are not used to getting up and listening.
48. A gust of wind and rain came in the evening, washing away the scorching light. Put aside the music, but put on light makeup on the water chestnut flowers.
49. In the future, Haiyan will be fighting for grass, but Jiangmei has passed willow grass. At dusk, the rain makes the swing wet.
50. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
51. The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past. In that eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
52. The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn! The flowers float and the water flows!
53. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.
54. The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the soft intestines are full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
55. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
56. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows.
57. One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon moves and the shadow of flowers promises to come back again.
58. Snow every year. Often add plum blossoms to get drunk. There is no good intention in removing all the plum blossoms. Winning clothes full of tears.
59. The fragrance is gone and the wine is full of evil feelings. The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
60. Who planted a banana tree in front of the window, filling the atrium with shade? The atrium is filled with shadow. Ye Ye's heart is relaxed and full of emotions.
61. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
62. Flowers dance, flowers shed tears, flowers cry and petals fly. For whom do you thank the flowers when they bloom? For whom do you feel sad when the flowers wither?
63. This year we are at the end of the world. Xiaoxiao's temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
64. The plum blossoms fall in the evening breeze courtyard. The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse.
65. Ninety thousand miles of wind and power. The wind stopped and the boat blew away the three mountains.
66. People are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
67. It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes.
68. Climbing the stairs alone at night, my brows are furrowed with hatred, my yellow flowers are thin, the sound of wild geese cuts off the autumn, a stream of falling flowers fills the Tingzhou, I am suffering from wandering, when will I rest?
69. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, shed tears first.
70. The mist is thick and the clouds are gloomy forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
71. Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
72. In the snow every year in Qingpingle, I often insert plum blossoms to get drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without good intentions, and win the tears all over my clothes! This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
73. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.
74. Good things come close to the wind and the flowers fall deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring. After the wine and singing, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
75. There are so many things about feeling the moon and singing in the wind. Now I am old and have no achievements. Who can pity me for being haggard and withered? There is no point in trying the lamp, and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow.
76. Yuanxiu comes out of the mountains to urge dusk, the gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
77. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead it into pieces, and cut into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
78. Flowers bloom and fall without regret, fate comes and goes like water.
79. Like a dream, I often remember that the sunset in the creek pavilion is so intoxicated that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
80. The small pavilion hides spring, the idle window locks out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one is here, it's so lonely and lonely, it's like being in Yangzhou.
81. It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes. Borrowing from many people all day long, mignonette.
82. Light up your red lips, stop playing on the swing, and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
Seeing someone coming, I slipped out my socks, shoveled the gold hairpin, and left in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums.
83. The sandy bun in Huanxi hurts the languor of spring, and the evening breeze is in the courtyard. none.
84. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now?
85. Illness makes my hair fade. Lying down and watching the waning moon on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea.
86. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are many things that I would like to talk about.
87. The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
88. It’s too late to take off your make-up when you’re drunk at night, and the calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branch. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned. The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
89. In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain.
90. I have always known that rhyme is the best, but I can’t bear the rain and can’t stand the gentle wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't hate the fragrance disappearing and the snow diminishing, you must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces of love. In a place that is difficult to describe, it is a good night and a light moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
91. The mist is thick and the clouds are gloomy forever, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
92. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness and two idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
93. The spring is deep outside the small courtyard window, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and have no words to listen to the Yao Qin.
94. The sky connects with clouds and waves and connects with Xiaowu. The stars are turning and a thousand sails are dancing.
95. The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the window and the smoke from the furnace is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.
96. The magnolia flower is sold on a flower basket, and a branch is ready to bloom. The tears are stained lightly and evenly, but still have traces of the dawn dew. Pinglang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted, and I want to teach him how to compare and look at it.
97. The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment, and I know how much spring is coming.
98. Why are there so many vulgar pistils? Thousands of knots of lilacs are born from the bitter mountains. They are full of sorrow and make people dream of thousands of miles, but they are ruthless.
99. The sound of the Bodhisattva returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight. It’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.
100. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
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