Original style

Lotus

A water of hibiscus withered and green leaves

A green pond stretching to the sky reflects Yao songs

Who will wake up the colorful butterflies flying together

< p> It seems that there is a drunken Hengbo of Xiang spirit

Sentiment

Jiuqu Evening Pavilion with Willows and Sunshine

It is already a wound to lose one's soul

Nan Yan How many times have the scales been mistaken?

The spring water looks through the wet fragrance

The muddy tears

The solitary bow and the shadow on the temples are gray

A song Sadness breaks one's heart

Remembering the frosty full moon again

The yellow flowers resented the wife's treatment of the king

Missing friends

Changqin Now hanging in the bitter wall, half of the red river is reflected slantingly on the solitary wall.

Now there are no people in Xiyuan,

There is a late breeze where the geese crow.

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Qin Tower Hu Ma Han Mausoleum Moon,

Night dream Tang songs are almost pure.

The best knows that the country is infinitely good.

Who is to blame for the setting sun and dark water?

Xiawu Occasionally formed

The jade arms are printed with three thousand silk threads,

The green bamboo leans against the green dyed pool.

Occasionally, a cicada chirps,

It’s like a cool breeze and a good dream.

Title on October 9th

The man with the pear blossom window is sick and drunk

I am lonely and disabled, facing a few people and I am worried

This body is willing to build a boat Zhongguo

Let the cold wind blow all over the building

Diary of the early morning of the 18th

The golden bottle and jade liquid reflect the red beauty

The song is finished and the fan is even more enchanting

A man must get drunk when he has wine

Laughing and stepping on poplar flowers across the Xie Bridge

Qiujiang Order

The remaining flowers reflect the autumn red,

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Falling towards the east of the bridge.

Lan Xin leans on the pavilion and says,

You are in the setting sun.

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Broken Qin played across the sky

Whose song accompanies the war drum

Afterimage of the Yellow Sand Dance

The iron horse splashes across the mountains and rivers

The black night cries

How can the miserable wind deal with the late frost?

The night will be longer.

The waning moon enters the mirror again,

I am too lazy to cover the window.

The makeup has faded,

the greasy clouds have dispersed,

who can draw eyebrows?

There was a sound of jackdaw’s dream,

The suspect came back.

Happy meeting

Yesterday I leaned against the small building,

Delicate.

Half of the apricot blossoms are visible in the setting sun,

I don’t want to go.

The imperial concubine’s fan,

the emerald green shirt,

wants to cover her face.

I am so ashamed that I am looking forward to it,

I am a drunken boy.

Partridge Sky

Colorful silk sleeves invite the bright moon,

Drinking all the beautiful women in the cup.

Gathering like beads falling on the spring breeze road,

I don’t want to be in the cloud tower.

Slender hands, evenly rosy,

Smiling and dancing in front of the green garden.

I am afraid that the wind will blow away the moon,

I will have no sleep tonight.

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Qinglian is like a spoiled flower.

Shy, shy,

Who can stay in the place where the waves are looking forward to?

Shizhou is slow

The autumn water contains smoke, the aftermath is late, and it is easy to become dusk. The slanting shadows permeate the vermilion peaks, and the clouds meet the water and the sky becomes the same color. The twilight is dark, but how many people are looking at it? Read all

There is a lone boat in Guanshan. There is no one in Guanzhong, but I am looking at the moon to relieve my sorrow.

The moon is falling, the moon is shaking, the stars are sparse, the shadows are clear, and I feel sorry for myself. Already downstairs

Taiwan's affection, facing the Canghe River alone. In the past, the east wind smashed pear blossoms and slender snow, how could it make Baozheng shed tears? Facing the dark moon in the sky, I heard the lonely sound.

The Legend of the River

Relying on Lan, the mood. Facing the sad clouds, the late swallows have all flown away. The green belt looks like it is dancing in front of the wind, and it is red. Where to go.

Huaying Zun used to depend on each other, but now and then, there is no way to send the note. This hatred, who teaches tolerance, tears. The lamp tent is deep inside the curtain.

Magpies stepping on the branches. Spring outing

In the rain, the red exterior walls are new, the red apricots are climbing green, and the skylarks are making new branches. Thousands of willow silk threads are borrowed, all of which stir up the hibiscus in the spring pond.

No one can appreciate the emerald red and tender green, and the warblers and swallows compete with each other in red makeup under the peach. I'm leaning on the incense cart but I'm still not awake, the setting sun is all over the ground but it's too late.

The hairpin head phoenix

The willow wind bank, the flowers are easy to get cold, and the strings are left and sent to the railings. Today is not yesterday, what is the night like, the cup is full of emotions, the moonlight is low. Sigh, Sigh, sigh.

The sound of the piano is quiet, as if you are feeling sad, and when you press a few strings low, it is difficult to accept it. The tears are stained, and the moon is on the fir trees. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it.

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Sauvignon Blanc

There are many times of separation and few times of joy. No one is here under the setting sun, and it is late at night and early in the window.

A group of "Sauvignon Blanc" - Second Huaiyu Yun

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc.

The light painted black eyebrows and the mirror are not bright, and the dream is reflected in the small window.

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. The gauze curtain is drawn together and the moon is even more crazy. When the cold watch is over.

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. Who knows when the flowers bloom and pity them? Zigui cries endlessly.

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. The weak willow supports the wind and blows the song of hate. The sound enters the dream.

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. Jade dew and fragrant emerald dye the pond, who knows who will break the willow tree?

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. The sparse tung leaves reveal the shadow of the moon, and the poem is written under the moonlight. Follow the dream several times.

Peach blossoms bloom, apricot blossoms bloom. Outside the wall, the delicate red spring is coming, and the branches lock the window sill.

Hua'er is good? Is your daughter good? The makeup on the cheeks is evenly applied. Don't guess at this point.

Nine Zhang Ji

Who is singing deep in the forbidden courtyard, the autumn colors of the green garden are late invading frost. Who knows the jade hand curtain hook? Don't break your heart by singing a song.

One machine. The lotus building is near Qiutai. The moon shadow melts and separates. The cloud of shame has disappeared, the candle is red and the shadow is shaking, and the drunk girl is helpless.

Two machines. Jade bead ribbons are sentimental. The delicate dimple is red and warm and fragrant. Three points of spring beauty, seven points of laziness, faded red clothes.

Three card machines. However, Xiying urged him earlier. The dew condenses in the flower pavilion and the butterfly shadow floats. The greasy clouds are beginning to thin, the appearance is mediocre, and the smile is flushed.

Four machines. The mandarin ducks are playing outside the branches. The flute is played across the boat on the light waves. The orioles are singing, the little zither is gentle, and the sunset is returning after a few steps.

Five card machines. A long article is not your intention. Ning choked silently and said the date of return. Outside the long pavilion, standing in single clothes, tears dripping from thousands of branches.

Six machines. Qin Tower is even more helpless at night. The silver lamp in the small window shines alone. Man Guan tried writing, dots and lines, always feeling desolate.

Seven machines. Yu Lengbing has haggard skin. Several times, my soul and dreams are like yours. The evening breeze puts on clothes, the windows are cut and candles are added, it is suspected that the person is returning.

Eight machines. The willows grow greener every year. The sound of flying geese is unheard. The old words are full of new hatred, and the notes are difficult to write, even more like those days.

Nine-card machines. The bright moon rests on the tall building alone. After all the resentment and melancholy, love always returns. The sorrow of separation lingers around my fingers, just one song is enough, no one listens when the string is broken.

What is the most affectionate thing? The most painful lovesickness.

Zeng Yilang's words were desolate. At dusk that year, the rain suddenly cleared.

Outside the water curtain, the swallows are dancing in the setting sun.

Tears...

The waning moon in the west tower

Leaning on the railing is full of heartache

The flowers are passing under the curtain Wall

The miserable wind can hardly cross the river and the light bank

But it is easy to fill the windows of the building

Sigh

Turn your eyes

Loneliness on the Autumn River

The moon against the curtain hook

Where is the sadness

Wen Qingqu in Zhangtai Youfang

Like recalling a head full of apricot blossoms

Qiongbei Yue

Tears wrapped in wine

Holding back for a while

Ask yourself

< p> Like wine or sadness?

Sigh...

Crystal Curtain

Palace flowers often dance

Plum makeup is dark and even Fragrance

The mandarin mirror looks empty to the phase

Tears try to understand the language of flowers

Hate thinking

Note: Practice Feiqing style, five sentences and three levels rhyme.

Plum makeup: In ancient times, ladies in the palace wore plum blossoms on their foreheads. It is rumored that Shangguan Wan'er created it.

Drinking fire order. Lonely like a flower

Lonely like a flower Falling

There is even more silence in front of the window

The traces of the old hometown are hard to find

Looking at the few remaining reds

Already a dreamer

The language of cherishing flowers after breaking the wall

The clear moonlight on the courtyard railings

All kinds of tastes are tied to the eaves bells

Don’t ask for the stringed piano

Don’t ask about the person in the painting

Don’t ask about Sujuan Yuanjing

Has White Hair ever listened?

Jiuquanzi

Yun The stars are covered quietly, and the moon locks the eaves of the building for the first time.

By the railing,

I sing solo,

The water is far away.

The red candle is a bit sad,

I am thin inside and outside the curtain.

The shadow in front of the window,

Guihua flow,

To whom are you taking the photo?

Note: It is imitated in Tang Jiaofang style, with flat rhyme as the main part, and two oblique rhymes in the front and back sections. Guihua: refers to moonlight.

Lang Tao Sha Ling

It's cold tonight alone,

Only the shadow is buried in the incense,

The west wind pity the thinning frost at dawn.

Hua Xu saw the broken red paper on the pillow,

Good dreams never last long.

The hair on the temples is getting more yellow,

Still looking the same,

Painting the screen and taking notes on the swing.

The flowers fall and bloom,

What a mandarin duck.

Linjiang Fairy. Seven Colors

What is the color of the light hook of the years?

The colors are indistinguishable in dreams

Thousands of colors are already there Sui Chen

A stroke of thick ink

Rolling up the old dusk

The moon in front of the court is half colorless

Lazy description of the sentiment of Guihua

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Drunk in Huaxu*** Xiangling

No matter if it is crazy

Know that I am just a floating cloud

Note: This is also a word style , but the rhymes are different in the front and back sections. The words and sentences of this word are all the same as Zhang's word and Niu word. It can be flat or square. Shangque's pen was written with intention and will not be changed.

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The more enchanting

The wind smiles

The water smiles

Competing for freedom

Provoking a pool of spring beauty

Swinging the waist

Qingjiang Yin. Night sorrow

A sigh floats far away, and the night becomes more sorrowful.

That man’s red lips are open, but his yellow flowers are thin.

The lonely light and drizzle make people sick and drunk.

Four pieces of jade. Lovesickness

Little Red Mansion Lovesickness leans against the sunset and the mountains lean against the window

Mandarin duck handkerchiefs pair Ningchou with sorrow both in the morning and at dusk

Sad Man Lou

Qingjiang Yin. Lonely Songs

Lonely people sing lonely songs, lonely and sad

I go up to the small building at night and listen to all the desolate songs.

The bright moon in the heart of the river seems to be harmonious

Four pieces of jade. Village girl

Whose lady is washing her shirt in the white slate green stream

Hammers fly, beads splash, orioles crow, clouds disperse, hairpins are in chaos

Provoking children's play

The sky is clear and sandy. The evening river

The waves are hidden, the mercury is broken and the moon is on the branches. The first crow returns to the old man's fishing and the gulls are tired

The Wu boat swings back to the distant lights and is intoxicated

Pan Fei's song

The red candle dyes the spring beauty and reaches the eyebrows The child is pretty

With downcast eyes and a smile, her beaded crown is hanging on her head, waiting for you to choose her

The little curtain is swaying slightly, as if anxious that the man has not arrived

There is joy in front of the palace. Lang Gui

When I heard Lang Gui, I was half happy and half in tears, with a lot of lovesickness to send him back in autumn

My heart broke once in front of the window, and once the wild goose came back, I was haggard and fragrant

Tomorrow he will definitely ask him to compensate

Xiao Taohong. Girlfriend's grudge

Outside the window, there is a hanging loquat flower stand, and inside the window, a pipa is played. Playing all the words of lovesickness with one hand, tears shed lightly, which man has not returned home? The evening breeze brings out the clothes, the red lips open again, and the jackdaws are frightened by sadness.

An impromptu song. An excerpt from a certain TV series

Last night, we stopped playing at the Sheng House,

Were still wearing clothes, cigarettes and wine,

Drunkly humming a tune Shengyou.

When you open the door, the color changes.

The face changes and the lion roars in the east of the river.

Yangchun Song

The pink butterfly pretends to be drunk and lies in the flower core,

The orioles come and swallows fall into the new mud.

The clear water is as warm as the cold mountains.

Who can bear to go?

Drunk in the scenery of March.

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The sunset is a touch of red, the orchid boat is moving lightly outside the willow, and the two people are embracing each other on the water bank.

The evening breeze blows in the small pavilion, who enjoys this scene?

Four pieces of jade. Listening to the night in the boat

The moon on the cold river is like snow

A lone gull flies across the sky in the middle of the river

Far away The mountain seems to be slanting when looking forward

The sound of the river has disappeared

The sorrow is gone

Double tone. Water Fairy. Autumn Post

The dream of a tired guest at the end of the world is miserable. Only the flowers in front of the shadow are more striking than the wind. How can I send the autumn song in the dim light.

My sorrowful heart relies on the moon flute. The man in the painting has entered the final stages of his life. Let it go, who will follow the willow bank and the white hair.

Zhonglu . ?Red embroidered shoes

The bleak tower is sleepy in spring, and the rain is sparse in front of the steps. People are worried.

The flying swallows slant into the dusk.

Built in front of Yanliu Mountain, flute boat and cloud waves are crossing.