Qin Guan's most classic poems

1, the thin cloud is smart, the flying star is complaining, and the silver and the Chinese are all dark. 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. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world. Tender feelings are like flowing water, and the day of reunion is like a dream. I can't bear to see Queqiao Road when I leave. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?

2, leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hate like grass, still alive. After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, as soon as the water became red, I was stunned and had a graceful demeanour for no reason. Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me. But the pleasure gradually follows the current, the string breaks, the fragrance decreases, like flying flowers in the evening, and the cage is clear in the rain. The oriole called several times. -Close "Eight Six Children Leaning against Danger Pavilion"

I am leaning on the dangerous pavilion alone, resenting like spring grass. I have just been cleaned up and have grown up unconsciously. I feel sad when I think of riding a horse outside the willow and leaving the beautiful woman in tea by the water. Beauty, why did God give you such a beauty? Let me get stuck in it? When we were in jathyapple, we were drunk in a dream, and the gentle spring breeze blew you and me.

Really helpless. The joy of the past has gone with the running water, the fragrance on the green scarf has faded gradually, and your sweet piano sound can no longer be heard. Now is the late spring season, patches of residual red dancing in the night, after a storm comes a calm with a little Mao Mao rain, foggy. I was heartbroken when suddenly there came the cry of an oriole.

3, the fog lost the tower, the moon lost the moon, and Taoyuan was nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for? -Close the Tashaxing Hotel in Chenzhou.

The balcony disappeared in the fog, and the ferry disappeared in the dim moonlight. Although Xanadu has been longing for a long time, it is nowhere to be found. It is still very cold in spring. How can a person living in an inn stand this loneliness and desolation? When the sun went down, the cuckoo continued to sing. Letters from distant friends, but their concern has added more sadness to me. Chen Qiang originally flowed around Chen Shan, but why did it flow to Xiaoxiang relentlessly?

4, the desert is light and cold on the small building, the silver hooligan is like a poor autumn, and the screen is quiet. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains. -Close "Huanxisha Lonely Cold Building"

The thin spring cold invades the small building silently, and the dark clouds at dawn are as bleak as lonely autumn, and the light smoke is painted on the color screen to cover the running water. Liu Xufei is like an illusory dream, and the drizzle falls like my sorrow, so I have no choice but to hang a beautiful curtain.

5. When the mountain smeared Wei Yun, the grass faded in the sky, and the door was broken with the sound of drawing corners. Suspend the collection, and talk about * * * leading away from the statue. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty. When the sun sets, Western jackdaw is 10,000 points away, and the water flows around the lonely village, which is fascinating. At this time, the sachet is hidden, the ribbon is light, and the brothel wins. When can I see you here? There are tears on the sleeves. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim. -Qin Song Guanfang Shanmo

On Huiji Mountain, the clouds are as light as half an ink painting; Outside Yuezhou, there are many weeds. The horn sounded intermittently above the city gate. On the passenger ship returning to the north, raise a glass to drink with geisha and chat goodbye. Looking back, how many affairs between men and women turned into wisps of smoke and vanished. As the sun sets, Western jackdaw in the west adorns the sky, and a curved water surrounds the lonely village.

When I am sad, I feel gentle and sweet. In a trance, I untied the tie around my waist and took off my sachet. In vain won the reputation of brothel fickleness. I don't know when we can meet again after this trip. Tears of parting wet the skirt and cuffs. When it is sad, the city has disappeared, the lights have been lit, and the sky has entered dusk.

6. The village is surrounded by trees and the pond is full of water. Leaning against the east wind, I wandered happily. The small garden is full of spring. There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white and cauliflower yellow. Far from the fence, there is a faint thatched hall, with a green flag raised, beside the flowing water bridge. Occasionally cross Donggang. Yinger is singing, Yaner is dancing and butterflies are busy. -Qin Song Guan's Xiangzi Tree Around the Village.

Green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond, bathes in the east wind, and I walk with enthusiasm. Although the small garden is small, it is full of spring. Peach blossom is red, plum blossom is white and cauliflower is golden. There are several thatched cottages in the distance. The blue flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood by the stream. Occasionally, I will take a walk through the hills in the east. Birds are singing, swallows are flying and butterflies are flying. It is a beautiful spring.

7, Tianya old hate, lonely and desolate people don't ask. I want to know how I am knotted, like Zhuan Xu incense in a golden furnace. Long eyebrows are always locked so that the spring breeze can't stretch. Tired of leaning on the railings of high-rise buildings, watching geese fly, every word is melancholy. -Guan's "Minus Magnolia"

Away from the world, hate the old, and live a miserable, cold and lonely life. You know how worried I am, just like burning incense in a golden stove. Long eyebrows are always locked, even if the spring breeze blows, they will not stretch. Leaning on the railing of a tall building in a daze, looking at the flying geese, every word is sad.

8, drunk canoe, letter flow leads to the depths of flowers. The fate of dust is wrong, and there is no intention of living between flowers. Smoke and water are boundless, and the setting sun is thousands of miles away. Countless mountains, red as rain, don't remember the way. -Guan's Peach Blossom Lips

I was drunk, carrying a boat and rippling in the lake, letting the running water push the boat deep into the flowers and plants. The real world is riddled with fame and fortune, and there is no way to live in this flower-like fairyland. The smoke is vast and shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset. There are countless green hills on both sides of the strait, and the evening breeze blows, falling flowers like rain, and I don't remember the way when I came.

Insects sound startled autumn pillow, Luo Wei tears wet brocade. Lying alone, the jade muscle is cold, and the more hateful it is. The evil wind turns over the green curtain, and the rain is astringent and snuff is dark. After all, I can't sleep. -Qin Song Guan's "Bodhisattva Man, Insect Crying and Dewing Autumn Pillow"

The insects in late autumn woke up the sleeping woman, and she couldn't help crying in the curtains. Every night, I am cold and my disability is as long as a dream. The cold wind roared, blowing the green curtain hard, but the rain kept falling. After all, I can't sleep, but there are crows outside the cold well.

10, outside the sand by the water, the battlements shrink in spring. Liu Ying's flowers, the lightness turns, are heard too fast and too thin. Oh, wandering alone, worrying that the wine is getting thinner, it is rare to get drunk. Missing day after day, body and mind have been burned to ashes. Recalling yesterday's Xichihui, Heron Qi Fei. Unexpectedly, the sudden change, now, see people walking hand in hand, how many are not happy? Ah, the ship goes around the sun and the moon, and the dream is broken, only the bronze mirror, and the rosy face is gone. In spring, there are thousands of fallen flowers, and the ones that should fall fall, leading the melancholy, such as the sea, pushed by the tide. -Qin Song Guan "Chitose Water Sand"

On the shallow water, outside the sandbar and in the suburbs, the cold in early spring quietly receded. The branches are full of flowers, and the beautiful image under the clear light seems to have fallen to the ground. Songbirds are among the flowers, and their brisk songs sound too urgent and too thin. Ah, wandering alone, the sad wine lamp is getting thinner and thinner, and it is rare to get drunk. I miss you day after day, and my body and mind have been tortured to ashes. Friends who know each other and cherish each other are separated from each other, and in front of them is a long Yun Lan, a heavy twilight, and relative.

Back in those days, talented people with lofty ideals * * * went to Xichi for grand meeting. At that time, they were in high spirits and relaxed, and China's BMW flew like flies. Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly changed. How many people are left in the mobile game now? Ah, Bingzhou bypassed the sun and the moon, and the dream was ruined. Only the bronze color in the mirror reflects the rosy face. In spring, all the flowers have gone and fallen, which leads to a melancholy, such as the sea, ebbing and flowing.