Nalan Rong Ruo, a poet of Qing Dynasty.

The Complete Works of Nalan Rong Ruo's Ci "Drinking Water Ci"

Dreaming of Jiangnan

Who does Xiaoli hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew to the gallbladder bottle plum, and the heart words became gray.

Bodhisattva Man

It's more bitter to be apart from others because of the wind and rain. Counting the autumn, the toad lays the early chord.

The night is cold, the shock is thin, and tears and snuff fall. Sadness is everywhere, and light dust is on the jade piano.

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the flowers have not stopped, and the red dance has been seen after waking up. I couldn't bear to reply, and I cried a few lines in the breeze.

look at the powder fragrance and don't say goodbye, only the current month is left. The moon is also different at that time, and it is sad and clear.

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Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, but the sticky butterflies fly and still live. People are in the jade building, which is windy all around.

a handful of shredded willow, and a color cage for honeymoons and tiles. Don't be near a little dry, and the sunset is infinite.

Bodhisattva Man

It takes only a few flowers to break the curtain and rain, and he is speechless with a snap of his fingers. Liang Yan returned from the double, with a long pulse.

Xiao Pingshan is far in color, and her makeup is thin and bright. Stand alone on the Yao steps and penetrate the cold golden shoes.

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the crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have no words to ask for clothes, and the moon has gone west.

the west wind is blowing in the weft, and no one is allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to shed tears.

Lin Jiangxian

A little bit of banana heart is about to break, and the sound reminds me of the past. I want to sleep and show old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember the unfamiliar hands.

tired eyes are confused at first glance, and half of them are blurred at second glance. The window is cold and rainy, and Yi Deng is lonely. What is expected should be done, and what is the truth?

And

Last night, I had an appointment with someone, but the jade in Yancheng leaked out at night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night, and people are still watching the lights.

It was Qu tang style who got in the way, which made people hate * *. It's quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.

Yu Meiren

Chun Qing only noticed the thin pear blossoms, which were scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.

the silver note says goodbye to the dream at that time, and it is close to the same heart. Be a dreamer for Iraq, and call for truth in the dark.

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meet again in the depths of the winding aperture, and the tears will make people tremble. Sadness and parting should be the same, and the most is that there is no clear resentment in the moon and the moon.

I have been sleeping alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is covered with tan marks. Recalling what is the most fascinating thing, the first trick is to draw a skirt.

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the silver bed is dripping with green and old, and the powder is swept in autumn. There is a lot of money in the fragrant line, so why can't you hate it when you pick it up?

the cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. It's been a decade's journey and a decade's heart.

again (walking in the autumn evening)

There are no people to save from the sorrow marks all over the ground, and the shadows are exposed. The idle steps are small and desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

fickle feelings turn into sentimental fatigue, and the music is heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the * * * lamp is an Iraqi book.

Yun Song makes

the pillow is fragrant and the flower diameter leaks. Meet by appointment, whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossoms are shoveled, and the east wind is thin all night.

hide the silver screen and hang down the green sleeves. Where to blow a flute, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and red cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.

wet mourning in the blue

Recently, there have been infinite sadness. Who has a long talk with you? All obedient to the fate of the arrangements, early spring, the window of green shadow whirling, the return of wild geese, orioles singing and dancing, tears streaming down their cheeks.

I enjoyed it then, but now I'm ruined, and I'm always sentimental. Suddenly a gust of wind blowing, the light wind shaking, I thought is your soul back, just, I can only love dishuxing wait.

Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in a dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and choking, and she couldn't remember much. However, there is a parting cloud: "I wish to hate the sky and the moon, and I still have to pay my respects to Lang Yuan every year." I don't know why I got this, but I feel

that I am born in a flash, and I am so unlucky that I can't forget it when I am low. Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow the rain; Carve a hole and bend it, leaning against the setting sun. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't last, and you win a deeper cry. The remains are there, but the spirit is soaring, and I have not allowed to look at them.

find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It' s heaven and earth, and the dust is not broken; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you want to save for a rainy day, you will be shocked and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yi yesterday. It's really helpless, the sound of Qian is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum is recorded.

it's raining on the fourth day of July in Zhonghao, and tomorrow is the birthday of the deceased wife.

The dust is full and the curtains are floating, which really makes the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears, and suddenly I saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.

only hate turns to boredom. The fifth watch is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are hard to finish, and the cold rain and the wind hit the bridge.

Nanxiangzi wrote an inscription for his dead wife.

She swallowed her tears but was silent. She only regretted the past and relied on Danqing to save her knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw a picture if you are sad.

don't be too specific. Wake up early at midnight. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Cry out the rain bell at night.

thoughts on the anniversary of the death of a dead woman

when has this hatred passed? Drop empty steps, cold and rainy breaks, and bury flowers. After three years of long dreams, I should wake up after a long dream. The material is also felt, and the world is tasteless. It's not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The hairpin made a promise and abandoned it.

if there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering and who he is leaning against. I turned from the middle of the night to the side, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's argument. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid both of them are unlucky, and they'll be in the wind again. Clear tears, paper dust.

Butterfly Lovers

Hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon, and one evening is like a ring, and the evening becomes a sigh. If the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to be hot with snow and ice.

it's easy to die without that dust, but the swallow remains, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, the sorrow did not rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

Butterfly Lovers

Once again, I went to the place where the green poplar had been folded, and walked all over the clear autumn road without saying a word. The grass has no intention of falling into the sky, and the sound of geese goes far to Xiao Guan.

I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind, blowing my dreams into the present. How much is the guest journey tomorrow, and the clothes are covered with new cold rain.

Shan Huazi

Under the forest, there are weeds in the grass, and people feel sorry for the dust and sand of the jade bone Municipal Committee. Worry has nowhere to say before the wind, and the number belongs to the crow.

Half-life duckweed died with the water, and a night of cold rain buried famous flowers. The soul is like a willow sponge blowing to pieces, circling the world.

qingping music

sad and earnest, bleak yellow flower festival. In the dream, the sound of anvil is muddy, which is even more chaotic and sad.

Swallows born in dust are empty buildings, leaving the strings on the bed. It's as windy as the waning moon, but now it's worrying.

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wind and rain, it's not accurate to come. She leaned over the moon with her, the moon, a whisper, and the smell of her body.

the soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. From then on in the late spring season, spring, sunset, sunset, only one person to miss her leisurely.

like a dream

it's the pulley golden well, full of bricks and stones, falling flowers and red cold. Suddenly, when we meet, it's hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves. From then on, the light shadow was tattooed.

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yellow leaves and green moss return to the road, where is the fragrance of powder and clothes? The news is so heavy that I miss you tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain, half is blown away by the wind.

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in the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old hatred and new love are half. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.

picking mulberry seeds

A long time in the rosy clouds will never fly in the beautiful words, so who is there? Who is there? Jade Qing sleeps tonight.

the incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was still counted. Quietly counting the autumn, but also missing the heart to the last quarter.

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who turned over the bleak music of Yuefu? Xiao feng, the wind, rain Y ou, the house lit candles and short thin, a lonely night, in the candle in the candle.

I don't know what's bothering me. I'm bored when I wake up, and I'm bored when I'm drunk. I never dreamed of going to Xie Qiao.

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Leng Xiang is dreaming of Hongqiao, dreaming of the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, rain breaks the swallow's house in spring.

after a long farewell, who can drum and heartbroken? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.

picking mulberry seeds

Peach blossoms are ashamed to die, and I am grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red, fly into the window with regret.

whoever pities hard work and thinness in Dongyang is also careless in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a piece of love is cold and thick.

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who put the ice wheel on the sea and the sky is full, and he is disappointed. Don't say goodbye, but tears are always zero on a good night.

We should only meet again in the blue sky, that is this life. Can endure this life, when I was just worried, I remembered you again.

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the book is all red, and it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by jade flutes.

a few bamboo poles make it rain in the night, and the leaves are rustling. Pay the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xie Qiao.

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cool and fresh, fragrant and moist, with dark drops of flowers. Who shakes the shade, swallows the wicker on the wind.

dressing case, the dancer, turns on the frequency mask, and the sandalwood powder is careless. Tears poured down my face, and last night, I felt a dream.

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the soil flower once dyed Xiang 'e Dai, and the lead tears are hard to disappear. Who knocks on the rhyme? It's not the rhinoceros, it's the phoenix.

you should only grow purple with the end stream and cut the autumn tide. Parrots steal teaching, and see jade flute before they ring.

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white clothes stand on the pillars, and the moon is cool in the west. When the temples are frosty, do you know whether you will return or not?

The remnant is a wild goose whose eyes are broken and whose size is thin. Acacia blindly, quasi-quasi-look like the old days.

picking mulberry seeds

thanks to the family, the courtyard is more erect, and the birds stay and carve beams. On the silver wall of the month, how can you tell the fragrance if you don't know the flowers?

this feeling has been recalled by itself, and it is scattered. It's cool after a rain break, but I had a dream eleven years ago.

again

now I know that I was wrong at that time, and my mood is sad. Red tears steal down, full of spring breeze.

knowing perfectly well that there is nothing to do from now on, I insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, it's all gone and the moon is west.

Hua Tangchun

A generation of two people will compete for two ecstasy. Acacia don't look at each other, who is the spring?

it's easy to beg from the blue bridge, but it's hard to rush into the blue sea. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.

when the flowers fall

who calls down the stairs at sunset, hold the incense burner. Looking back, I stood in front of the laughter, always speechless and reluctant.

there is no evidence in the writing, so don't talk about lovesickness. Advise Iraq to get drunk at the red window, but it's too late.

river stories

spring is shallow and red with resentment. Cover the double rings, and draw leisurely between the raindrops. Without words, the dark will burst into tears. Declining, fragrant sales light dreams.

leaning on the screen and thinking about the past is nothing, and it's just a word of acacia. Remember at that time, weeping willows, flowers and butterflies were all over the court.

huanxisha

it's hard to remember the long strips. Yingying has been separated from Yinwan since then. There will be no snow and destruction.

when will the bluebird cut the brocade, and the jade bug will cut the spring banners overnight. Can't help but work hard.

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who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window. Meditate on the past and set the sun setting.

being drunk makes you sleep hard, and gambling makes you splash tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

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the lotus leaves three candles and a half, and the apricot blossoms are slightly wet and light, so it's boring to send red beans?

Spring scenery is as thick as wine, and when you return home, you will feel as confident as a tide. Who will do it when you leave your soul at night?

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the wind bun throws the autumn grass away. The wet moon is cold and silent. At that time, Tanabata was deeply allied.

I believe that the feather clothes are passed on, but I regret teaching Luo socks to bury the whole city. The rain bell is sung in the air.

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half of the setting sun goes down to the small building, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't worry if you lean on the fence.

There was a Yingying who rode a horse, and her makeup was light and her clothes were romantic. See people shy but turn back.

Spread out the Huanxisha

The wind wadding has turned into a duckweed, and the mud lotus is just beautiful and the lotus roots are lingering; Take care not to burn a petal of incense, remember the past life.

people feel sentimental and thin, but now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken again, tears steal zero.

seeing each other

The falling flowers are like a dream, the musk deer is slightly smoky, and the sunset is sneaking down the building.

who knows that sorrow is infinite and wasting away? Idle comes the tiaonong parrot, teaches it to recite the Beau's poems to me.

Minus magnolia

Candles are swaying, cold and sparse, and just want to wake up. If you don't think about it, don't sleep alone.

the sky is blue, and there is a promise between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver man to communicate with a Chinese man, but he is willing to endure the storm.

When we meet again, we are silent, and a hibiscus is holding the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a slanting heart is only a phoenix.

I'm afraid of being seen when I'm waiting for the general to whisper. If you want to complain about your bosom, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

magnolia makes it impossible to imitate the ancient times

If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It's easy to change, but it's easy to change.

Li shan's words will stop at midnight, but the rain will never complain. What's more, if you're lucky and lucky, you'll be more willing than ever.

Langtaosha

Night rain makes autumn, which is just in my heart. Teach him to cherish and protect the wind. Who is sick for the end, and who is more ashamed?

a secret wish is hard to reward if you have not stopped it. The beaded curtain rolls around the moon as a building. Memorizing the happy period is really like a dream, and the dream must stay.

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the red shadow wets the secluded window, making it thin and spring. After the rain, the sun is setting outside. Who saw the thin shirt with a low bun and hugged his knees to think.

don't be sad, hold on early. Meditate on what is breaking people's intestines. I once caught a glimpse of the cloister in his spring dream.

Partridge is far away from hate

Ying Ying pretends to be ashamed with her back, and slaps Mei Rui on her shoulder with her hand. If you want to find a lang from hate, you will stay with him, but you will rest.

Clouds and water are flowing, and a flute locks the empty building. When * * * Pan-spring creek month, broken shore hanging Yang Yi Ye Zhou.

raw chazi

Dongfeng was puzzled and stole the Hunan skirt. I carried a sarong on my back all night, and I painted a slim waist.

Ruo drowned in smoke, revealing Yuanyang tiles. The flower bone is cold and fragrant, and it stands under the cherry.

What do you know about melancholy clouds and blue sky? The flower of the flower can not be seen, but alone in the acacia.

it's always different from time to time, so you have to distinguish between words. Willingly go to the night, to the number of the long Missing Rain.

lotus leaf cup

who is a confidant? It's over. Win and miss his life. Feelings die like * *, don't regret it.

mo daofang changes time and time, and it's morning and evening. Take good care of yourself. Give directions for Iraq and come back, and wash away the rain and wash away the legacy.

When I recall Sushuanglin Buddhist Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, I feel

My heart is exhausted, and some monks are not fully developed. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.

if you fall behind, you can hear it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark, and at first glance, the wind will set and the bell will ring, and the blessing will commend the whole city.

Jade Chain Shadow

There is no rain in Ye Xiao. Wet eaves flowers, flower bottom people speechless. Yan Pingshan, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and languid.

(press: this tune law does not contain it, or it is self-tuning)

Who got the news about Huanxisha

Who refused to frost? The two rows of slanting geese are blue and eternal, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak.

Silver and garlic curtain people are silent, while jade hairpin knocks candles and believes in nothing. Yellow flowers are also near Chongyang.

Huanxisha

It's not pitiful for anyone to wander. It's a good time to travel in the old days, but a heartbroken person will go through the years.

it's raining only when it's faint red, and a few strands of soft green are mixed with smoke. Before the sunset, the soul is gone.

nanxiangzi

the smoke is warm and the rain is early, and all the flowers are in the yard. Picking a pair of red beans, he bowed his head and said that he was undercurrent with tears.

people go away like a spring break, and drinking wine has made the stone especially good. Don't worry about someone crossing the peach leaf, boating, and a kind of smoke wave.

Fairy

It's early to wake up after the moon sets. The thin frost courtyard is afraid of clothes, and the heart is quiet and red. Who knows this situation?

dielianhua

The scenery under the eyes can't be kept, and it's warm and fragrant, so she went to carve the saddle again. If you want to hide the road with tobacco, you will find that it is acacia.

a melancholy jade is a barrier, so why not be a prosperous master? The broken belt still leaves a begging sentence, and there is nowhere to find the spot.

the golden gate

the wind is blowing, and the water is blue and clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still clear, and the rain is fine.

who sweeps the snail in the dream. Outside the curtain, the falling flowers are red and small. Sleeping alone is quiet, where is the worry?

The Golden Man holds a dew plate to watch the lotus in Jingyi Temple, and has a friend with a bosom.

The lotus is light in wind, the lotus is exposed to cold, the rainbow is closed, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first put on. The fields are covered with greenery, and the fish are floating in the setting sun. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs down on the Yang 'an and sleeps to comb my hair.

old wanderings, showing the way, focusing on everywhere, full of worries. I want to swim on Furong Lake. The red dress is messy, lying and watching the peach leaves send Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew off the dream in the south of the Yangtze River, and the dream was full of dragons.

dream of Jiangnan

the newcomer is good, and he sings like a tiger. A piece of Leng Xiang has only dreams, and it is very thin and poetic. The standard case is known early.

Qing Pingle remembers Fen Liang

Only after listening to the rain at night, does it feel like autumn. Around the building, people are silent, and dreams turn to sorrow.

there are thousands of mountains and rivers, so I can't remember where you are tired of traveling. Do you know the small window red candle? According to people, this night is bleak.

The golden melody comforts the west.

What adds sadness to the throat? However, he and the weather will do it, so don't teach him how to grind nirvana. Every time you are frustrated, you will be frustrated. You have to know, and the blessing is only folded. Lying alone on the bed of Chenopodium, I watched Beidou, and my back was blown to blood by Gao Cheng and Yu Di. Listening to the drums is more thorough.

the husband refused to be hot because of people, and took advantage of leisure and five lakes to cook, leaving a boat for a leaf. Tears, like Qiu Lin's endless waving, spilled on the wild yellow butterfly. Must not envy, inherit the class. The clues of the car dust are not busy, and the west wind and the cold moon are blowing. Xiao temple, flowers like snow.

Jiang Ximing said goodbye again, and gave it as a gift.

Who will stay with you again? Sigh about life, turn on and off several times, and it will become.