Thirteen years old, cardamom in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. Untitled Tang Li Shangyin's time was far before I met her, but it was even longer. After we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled Tang Li Shangyin's star last night, the wind last night, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Li Shangyin of Jinsetang
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! A note to a friend in Bei Tang on a rainy night: Li Shangyin.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When we cut candles at the west window, we talked about the late rain. Witch hazel soup Du Qiuniang
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. Song of Eternal Sorrow Tang Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed for beauty enough to shake the whole empire. He reigned for many years and searched everywhere, but found nothing. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. The porcelain mandarin duck on the roof is getting thicker and thicker with the morning frost, and his kingfisher blue cover feels more lonely and cold.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Mu Gai Fan Zhongyan turned blue and yellow. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. Queqiao Xianqin Hall in Northern Song Dynasty
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time? Yulin Ridge, Liu Yong, Northern Song Dynasty
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to. A glass of wine from Yan Shu's new song "Huanxisha" in Northern Song Dynasty. The weather was old last year. When did the sun set?
Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone. Liang Zhu Liu Yong in Northern Song Dynasty
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Yan Shu
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountain is very long and the water is very big! Die Hua Lian Song Ouyang Xiu
How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Jiang cheng zi song sushi
Ten years of life and death! Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. There is nothing to say, only a thousand tears.
It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. Song Ouyang Xiu, a health inspector, spent a bright night in the flower market last January. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve. Die Hua Lian song sushi
Flowers fade, red apricots are small, swallows come and people walk around in the green water. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Swing in the outer wall of the road, laity in the wall, beautiful woman laughing in the wall. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. It's half spring to pay homage to the Golden Gate. Song Zhu and Shu Zhen are half spring, which shows that this feeling is infinite. Twelve railings are idle and worry about the future.
Good weather and warm weather, lost to Yingying Yanyan. The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away. Jade Box (Yuanxi) Song Xin Qiqi opens thousands of trees and stars in the easterly night. The BMW car is full of incense, and the phoenix flute is moving.
Jade pot photo, fish dragon dance all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Zuihuayin Song Liqingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Slow song Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is also the rain in Mao Mao until dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence? Linjiang Song Xianyan Dao Ji
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight. Her two focuses were Luo Yi and Pipa Xian's thoughts of lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. Hairpins, phoenix, you, red crisp hands, rattan wine, mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! In the Song and Tang Dynasties, Chai Feng was weak and evil, and it was easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! A collection of Hangzhou proverbs.
Love is blind. It's a thousand miles away, San Xiao idiot. Yi Jian Song Mei Li Qingzhao
Red, fragrant and residual jade is in autumn; Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book?
The word "wild goose" returns, the moon is full of the West Building, the flowers float with the water, and one kind of lovesickness is at leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Xu Zaisi, who won the laurel.
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.
Here is a wisp of lingering fragrance, looking forward to a thousand dollars wandering around;
When is the most violent time when the symptoms of lovesickness come? It's when the light is half dark and the moon is half bright and half bright. Magnolia songyanshu
Qingyang grass Changting road, easy to walk when young; The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless is not as sentimental and bitter as an inch; Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Operator Song Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River and Jun lives at the tail of the Yangtze River; I miss you every day, but I can't see you, drinking the water from the Yangtze River.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, so don't bear it.