1. I want to know you, and I will live a long life.

the mountain has no edges, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, but I dare to break away from you!

2. Why should I die if I succeed?

I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. Tang; Lu Zhaolin < Chang 'an Ancient Meaning >

3, 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. Tang; Li shangyin < untitled >

4. 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..

earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever! Tang; Bai Juyi's everlasting regret

5. 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. Tang; Li Shangyin < Untitled >

6. It was once difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber.

Take a lazy look back at the flowers, and you are half-qualified to cultivate and half-qualified. Tang; Yuan Zhen's

7. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. The road is sunny but sunny. Tang; Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhici

8. Love in the heart is not * * * flowers compete

and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. Tang; Li shangyin < untitled >

9. Candles are thoughtful and farewell, weeping for others until dawn. Tang; Du Mu's Farewell

1. when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.

May you learn more, as a symbol of our love. Wang Wei < lovesickness >

11. Flowers can be folded straight, so don't wait for no flowers to be folded! Du Qiuniang in the Tang Dynasty

12. A branch is fragrant and fragrant, and it is heartbroken in vain. Li Bai's

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12. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Song; Liu Yong's Fengqitong

14. The past has become empty, and it is 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 have to ask for it! Li Yu's

15. The willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk. Zhu Shuzhen < Shanchazi >

16. When you meet each other, if you don't see each other, you will feel heartless. Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" 2. Poem about Yuanyang

"Yuanyang"

-Tang Du Mu

plays Sha Ting in pairs, but it's a long doubt that painting can't be done.

brocade machines compete for weaving patterns, and songs love to call names.

it's easy to nurture and live, but it's pitiful and shallow.

all gulls are of the same species, but they are envious and affectionate.

Things with Friends —— Don Cui Jue

The water birds are as rare as this one.

For the time being, I'm still looking back at the smoky island, and only crossing the cold pond will make me fly.

reflecting the fog, I am fascinated by the beads and tiles, and I am on the jade machine one by one.

Picking lotus flowers is infinite, and I admire your return with a smile.

when the smoke in the silent spring pond is late, my heart and shadow are in harmony.

it's warm and sleepy in the head of the stream, and the waves are sparse in the cold bath at the ferry.

don't brag about colorful jade, and you must admire a good sweater.

no one has seen the secret of Lan Shen and Zhi Mi, so where do you call each other?

Dancing cranes, making love, parting, and pitiful life and death go hand in hand.

when the red silk falls on the sleeping place, the white snow becomes a corrugated wave.

Only the neck language is heard on the piano, and * * * flying poems are displayed in the window.

if you meet each other for a long time, you are willing to admire many thoughts in the world.

Two Poems of Yuanyang

—— Don Pi Rixiu

The silk is new, and the branch is home.

There are thousands of * * habitat marks on jade and sand.

either you hate beautiful women's spirits, or you are passionate about young souls.

I should miss flying alone for the night, and the reed flowers are bleak and rainy at dusk.

it takes a lot of effort to carve and carve, and the needlework of maiko's clothes is endless.

I don't come to Xiangzhu every day, and sometimes I'm still in Jinghu Lake.

the smoke is thick * * * and the banana rain blows, and the waves are thin and the wind is swaying.

Ying Xiao's parrot companion is locked in a golden cage every year.

Yuanyang

—— Tang Luo Ye

Red leisure blooms and blue wings fly back and forth.

a bird has a good name, and it's all because people hate to leave.

If you are warm, you can stay in the Dragon Pool for the night, and you can't miss it.

In contrast, if you teach Chunnu to meet her, you must take her to the Phoenix Terrace.

Yuanyang

-Tang Wu Rong

Cui Qiao's red neck is covered with gold clothes, and both of them go and return on the beach.

There is no difference between life and death. Poor orioles love to fly apart.

Yuanyang

—— Don Lu Rubi

Double floating and double bathing beside the Tai Ji, and the embroidered curtain of Liao Pulangao.

I have long admired the whiteness of egrets, but I don't want to follow them. Fight sweater.

Xiaxia invades the warmth of the Elsholtzia bodinieri in Lvzhu, and the building leans against the Qingyun Hall.

You should laugh at the wild geese in the desert with the sunshine, and the smoke in Dongting is warm and homesick.

Yuanyang

-Tang Jishi

Dao Jiang is misty and misty, and sweaters are brushed in the depths of green weeds.

The ferry started a pair and flew to the old brocade machine in Wen Jun.

choose! ! 3. Poems about Yuanyang

The ancient quatrain Nanshan-Guishu has two Yuanyang on it. For thousands of years, love never forgets each other. The second star wore a ring and a moon, covering the bridal chamber all night in autumn. It's cold in the autumn dew in the cross pond of Mo Dao, and the residual lotus has covered the mandarin duck. The third poem, "Four Poems and Eighteen Poems for Giving Brother a Scholar to Join the Army", Ji Kang is light and flowing. Died of boredom. Bai Zhou in general. The load is floating and the load is stagnant. Whistling in the breeze The drum is full of tolerance. Throw a rod. Youyou died. Wan pet mandarin duck. Swim without wings. Leaning green algae. Support the torrent. Asaka suse. Xi qi ling Zhou Shake the clear waves. Rise and fall with it. Algae pan-blue pool. Harmony is exciting. Fuck Qing Shang. Wandering elephant. Don't be ignorant of self-cultivation Huiyin is still ringing. Clock period does not exist. Who will I reward? The fourth song, Ghost Story of the Ghost Girl, is written in Shili Pinghu. The frost is all over the sky, and I feel sad about the Chinese New Year. I look at each other in the shape of the moon, but I only admire Yuanyang, but I don't admire immortals. The fifth song, Yuanyang River, is a thousand feet low, and the mountains and mountains are covered with green clothes. < P > There are many waterfalls, and the plank road is dangerous and strange. I feel it when I visit Yuanyang River in Pingnan in summer. Sixth, When will Yuanyang and Yuanyang get together? Winter will go and spring will come.

the seventh song of harmony, Jiangnan Qu Luo Yin

The smoke in the river is wet and the rain is soft, the remote mountains are covered with eyebrows and shallow waters, and the country is sad and affectionate, and the night trough is full of wine and silver boats. Stretching the silk, collecting resentment and condensing the sky, in the spring dream of Wu Wangtai Xie. Yuanyang? I can't afford to wake up, and I can sleep in the east wind. On the roadside of Xiling, the moon is quiet, and the oil wall marries Su Xiao without pomp.

The eighth poem "Bodhisattva Man" is written by Tang Niuqiao

The jade stove is full of ice and the mandarin duck brocade, and the powder melts into fragrance and sweats on the mountain pillow. Outside the curtain, the pulley sounded, and the eyebrows were smiling and surprised. Willow shade smoke desert, low temples cicada hairpin fall. You must make a lifetime of mixing, and do your best today. 4. What are the poems about Yuanyang?

The earliest book of poems in China, The Book of Songs, includes such poems as "Yuanyang flies, never fails to finish" and "Yuanyang is in the beam, and it is on its left wing".

There is frost all over the sky in Shiliping Lake, and every inch of hair is sad for the Chinese New Year; Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, I only envy Yuanyang, but I don't envy the fairy returning to China. (2) Golden jade, flying south for me, spreading my meaning: painting the spring water by the bridge, getting drunk in a few years. Don't be ashamed of each other, tears are hard to send far away.

Luo mu embroidered the quilt, and the old love was like a dream. Excuse me, I blew a flute to Ziyan, and I once learned to dance for a long time.

I'd rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. Ancient meaning of Chang 'an "Author: Chang 'an Avenue in Lu Zhaolin, Tang Dynasty is even narrow and oblique, with seven fragrant cars of green cattle and white horses.

the jade chariot crosses the main hall, and the golden whip keeps flowing to the Hou family. The dragon bears the morning sun, and the phoenix spits tassels with the sunset glow.

A hundred feet of gossamer is racing around the tree, and a group of charming birds are singing flowers. There are thousands of colors on the side of the butterfly, and there are thousands of colors on the silver platform of the green tree.

The crossing window of multiple paths is acacia, and the phoenix wings are hung from the double que. Liang Jia's painting pavilion rises in the sky, and the golden stem of Han Emperor is straight outside the cloud.

I don't know each other in front of the building, but I meet you on a stranger? By the way, I blew a flute to Ziyan, and I learned to dance for a long time. If you succeed, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.

it's really admirable to be a lovebird, but I can't see you when you go away and come back. I hate embroidering lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can take the curtain and stick it on Shuang Yan. Double swallows fly around the painted beams, and the flowers are covered with tulips.

pieces of clouds are covered with cicada wings, and the first moon is covered with crow yellow. Crow yellow powder white car out, with a charming attitude is not one.

The demon boy BMW is tied with money, while the whore Panlong is bent on her knees. In the Yushifu, the night cries, and the birds in front of Tingwei want to live.

The faint city of Zhucheng is adjacent to Jade Road, and there is no golden dike in the distance. Flying eagle with bullets in the north of Duling, exploring pills to borrow guests from the west of Weiqiao.

Everyone invited the chivalrous man Furong Sword to stay at the prostitute's house. Prostitutes wear purple dresses at dusk, and the songs are full of breath.

the people in the north hall are like the moon at night, and the people in the south are riding like clouds. Nanmo Beitang is connected with Beili, and five plays and three articles control three cities.

the weak willow tree hangs on the ground, and the good spirit rises in the dark sky. In the Han Dynasty, Jin Wu rode a thousand times, and the jade Tu Su Nautilus Cup.

Luo's treasure belt is the solution for you, and Yan's song and Zhao's dance are the opening for you. Don't be extravagant, and the next day will not give way.

the spirit comes from the irrigation and drainage man, and the monopoly cannot be judged by Xiao Xiang. The authoritarian spirit is heroic, and the young people sit in the spring breeze.

I talk about singing and dancing for thousands of years, and I call myself arrogant and extravagant. The scenery of the festival does not treat each other, and the mulberry field needs to be changed in an instant.

In the past, Bai Yutang was in the golden rank, that is, only Qingsong is here now. Lonely and lonely, Yangziju, a book every year.

Nanshan osmanthus hair is unique. It flies around and attacks people. : Feng Yanji's drizzle in the southern Tang Dynasty is wet and streamer, and the grass grows with hatred every year.

the smoke locks the phoenix tower, which is infinite and boundless. I'm heartbroken.

My soul dreams are melodious, and I sleep on a bed full of embroidered flowers. Fortunately, the door is half closed and the sun is setting.

I'm sorry for your tears. : "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Author: Tang Bai Juyi china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding.

till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her. But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household.

if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin.

and, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride. The cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains.

but nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings. And lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night.

there were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body. The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine.

all brothers and sisters are emigrants, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan. She brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.

...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Slow singing and dancing, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.

till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.

the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate. The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.

flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird. The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.

was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.

but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.

and when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away. From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.

ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.

but a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?. Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.

the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away. Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;.

over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep.. Bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.

and the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, who's with * * *? Ancient Author: Tang Chenyu learned to embroider Luo clothes thirteen times, feeling sorry for the fragrance of tea.

people say that this is a wedding dress, and smiling doesn't sting a pair of mandarin ducks. Lang was born at the age of nineteen, and he was famous all over the world.

it is natural that the horses and horses are in parallel with each other. At that time, my family was not poor, and my brothers went in and out on double wheels.

Prosperity is the enemy of prosperity, and it is a marriage with Langnian. Lang's home is close to Yugou water, and the rich and powerful guests do their best.

the wine carving dish is often not dry, and the concubine gets up first when she enters the Chinese kitchen. My aunt is serious and has rules, but my sister-in-law is too timid to take.

Worship Bai Yutang in the morning and evening, and embroider clothes with golden rays. My concubine's appearance is getting thinner and thinner, and she always smiles hard.

Zhilang was never cold, so he hid his tears several times to watch the flowers fall. My concubine is forty years old and full of silk, and my husband is fifty years old.

when a man is in his prime, he forgets his old days, and his feather bed is empty. The court flowers are all over the butterfly, watching Lang Peiyu go to court.

I didn't care about you when I came back, but it made my maid-in-waiting shine. Lang hates that women are prone to aging, and I hate it deeply.

Let's see how long Lang can be strong, but he is still haggard over 6. : "Bodhisattva Man" Author: Tang Niuqiao jade furnace ice basket Yuanyang brocade, powder melt fragrant sweat mountain pillow.

The pulley outside the curtain sounded, and I was surprised when I gathered my eyebrows and smiled. Willow shade smoke desert, low temples cicada hairpin fall.

you must make a lifetime of mixing, and enjoy yourself today. Poor luck, pity your wife? Published: "Flower and Moon Scar" Volume Three Authors: Qing Wei Xiuren's ice and fog valley is five baht light, visiting Yunying to Yujing.

the moss trail is wet outside the smoke window, and the first moon comes at night in Guitang. Linghua is graceful to see the new Dai, and the fairy fruit is pure and fragrant with a nickname.

the most important thing is to gaze at the infinite meaning, and deja vu happened in the previous life. I can't sleep when the silver pot leaks, and at first glance, the joy has been dim.

Ping's career is sad and jade-like, and peach blossoms write red notes. Tuanxiang and tears are often speechless, and it is always pitiful to manage the temples.

Don't talk about falling and falling and hating. My hometown is thousands of miles by the Wanjiang River. Linglong baoji is heavy with clouds, and the smell of lily clothes is separated.

In autumn, the pupil is eager to live, and in spring, the eyebrows are added. Purple hairpin talks like a dream, and red powder pity is lucky to have a gentleman.

Du Mu's madness in recent years has only led him to lower his golden skirt. At dusk, the gas suddenly becomes angry. 5. the poem about Yuanyang is beautiful

Yuanyang flies, and it is finished. The good man lives long and lives, and fortune enjoys it together.

Yuanyang is in the beam, slapping its left wing. The good man lives long and happy, and the whole life is long. -The Book of Songs Yuanyang

Yuanyang

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu

Two plays in Sha Ting, but it's too long to draw.

brocade machines compete for weaving patterns, and songs love to call names.

it's easy to nurture and live, but it's pitiful and shallow.

all gulls are of the same species, but they are envious and affectionate.

Yuanyang Qu

Time: Ming Author: Lu Shidao

Double-spending their honeymoons and wings, double-staying and double-flying.

the clear ripples move in two baths, and the bright moon shines in two homes.

double shadows, double flowers and double necks.

sleeping in the sand is a dream, and crossing the island is a double-hearted police.

when you go to and come to places, you travel and play.

double-rise with double herons, double-standing with Pisces.

two boats lift two oars, and two lotus seeds hinder the double list.

there should be no one like you, willing to spend their honeymoons with each other. 6. Poems describing faithful love of Yuanyang

Peach blossom and spring wood retting, Yuanyang bathing on the water.

don Wei Zhuang's bodhisattva man [Luoyang city]. Lu (1 record): clear.

The general idea of these two sentences is: Spring is coming to the earth, Luoyang.