Li Yu’s Ci of the Southern Tang Dynasty

Li Yu Yizhu (a drunken man) After putting on his evening makeup, Shen Tan lightly added some beads. Show people the cloves. A clear song, temporarily causing the cherry to burst. The sleeves of the sleeves are still beautiful, and the cup is filled with fragrant mash. The embroidery bed is tilted and delicate. Chewing red velvet to pieces, laughing and spitting at Tanlang.

Li Yu Linjiang Fairy The cherries have fallen and spring has returned, and the butterflies are turning into light powder and flying together. Zigui cries about the moon in the west of the small building. Jade hooks and curtains hang down the melancholy twilight smoke. After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, I looked at the remaining tobacco in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.

Li Yu Po Zhenzi (a man with ten beats) In the past forty years, his family and country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix tower and the dragon tower reach the sky and the Han Dynasty, and the jade trees and qiong branches are used as tobacco and radish. How many times have they seen war? Once you become a captive, your waist will be lowered and your temples will be polished. The most beautiful day was the day when Canghuang left the temple. The Jiaofang played a farewell song and cried to the palace maid.

Li Yu Sauvignon Blanc (a double red bean, the mountains are getting greener, and the memories are more beautiful) One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves. The chrysanthemum blooms, the chrysanthemum dies. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain. The clouds swirl and the jade shuttles. He wears a thin shirt and has a light frown. There are many autumn winds and gentle rain. There are three or two banana nests outside the curtain, but the night is long and people can do nothing.

Li Yu Huanxi Sha The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace adds fragrant beasts one after another, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step. A beautiful woman dances with gold hairpins, sniffs the flower stamens when she is drunk, and hears the flute and drum playing in the distance from the other hall. Turning on the candle and fluttering the candle, I returned home from a dream. I wanted to find the traces of the past, but I was disappointed. The wish of heaven was violated. When the moon pool platform is empty and the water has passed, and the shaded flower pavilions are filled with slanting light, I don't hesitate to put on more clothes when I climb up.

Li Yu's Butterfly Love Flower (a basket of gold, golden strands, a bright moon rising in Nanpu, a phoenix on the phoenix tree, a magpie tatting on a branch, a rolling bead curtain, and fish and water rejoicing) takes a leisurely stroll in the distant night pavilion. It's just past Qingming Festival, and I'm gradually feeling the sadness of spring. The sound of rain and the wind lingered, and the hazy moon and clouds came and went. The fragrance of peaches and plums is dark. Who is on the swing, smiling and whispering. There are thousands of emotions in a heart, and there is no place to arrange them in this world.

Li Yu picking mulberry seeds (an ugly slave, Luo Fumei, Luo Fu Yange) The windlass in Jinjing is late, and a few trees are startling autumn. The daytime rain is like sorrow, and the shrimps a hundred feet long are on jade hooks. The Qiong window is broken in spring, and the two moths are wrinkled, and I look back. If you want to send your scales to swim, the nine winding cold waves will not follow the current. In front of the pavilion, all the red heroes are chasing each other in spring, and their dancing posture is lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened. The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the incense seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.

Li Yu meets happily (a name is Wu Ye Ciao) (also known as Shang Xilou, Xilouzi, Yueshang Guazhou, Qiu Yeyue, Yizhen Fei) The forest flowers withered the spring red, it was too hasty . Helplessly, cold rain comes in the morning and wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows with hatred, and water grows with the east. Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks the autumn. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. It's not just the ordinary taste, it's in my heart.

Li Yu Lang Tao Sha (voice of a flower seller) The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. Alone at dusk, there is no limit to the world. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth. The past can only be saddened, but the scene cannot be dismissed. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard. If the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the vitality has faded away. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly. Think of the shadow of Yulou Yao Palace shining in Qinhuai.

Li Yu's Poppy The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I have been silent for half a day, but the sound of bamboos and the crescent moon are still the same as before. The music and songs have not yet dispersed, but Zun Lei is still there, and the ice on the pond is beginning to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the building is darkly painted. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to help thinking. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved lanterns and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Li Yu Bodhisattvaman The bright moon and the dark mist cover the flowers. It’s a good idea to go to Langbian tonight. Wearing socks and walking up the fragrant steps, carrying gold-leafed shoes. Seeing him on the south bank of the painting hall, he trembled for a while. It's hard to come out, so I teach you how to show mercy. The women on the rooftop of Penglai courtyard are closed, and there is no one saying anything while sleeping in the painting hall. Throw your pillow under the green cloud light, and smell the strange fragrance while embroidering your clothes. The bead lock moved late in the night, and I was startled by the mandarin duck's dream. Slow smile, looking at each other with infinite affection. The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and cold, and the sound of the cold bamboo is slow and new. The eyes are dark, and the eyes are full of eyes. The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered house, and it is harmonious to come. After the banquet, it became empty again, and I fell asleep in a dreamy spring. How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life, and how can our love be limited when we are alone. The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears. Whoever goes up to the tall building will always remember the autumn scenery. The past has become empty, still like a dream.

Oops of September 10th

Li Yu

When I wake up from the late rain and autumn wine, my mood is hard to calm down.

The yellow flowers are neglected, and the red leaves are rustling with the sound of drums.

After turning away from the world, I can be tired of the vulgarity, but I still haven’t forgotten my passion by chance.

Since my temples have turned gray, I have been scared of myself even if I don’t learn from Anren.

Jade House Spring

Li Yu

The evening makeup has just begun to show the snow on the skin, and the concubines and concubines in the Spring Palace are lined up.

The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is full.

Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming.

When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.

Autumn Warbler

Li Yu

The remnant warbler doesn’t know what is going on in autumn, and is still wandering alone across the secluded forest.

The old tongue listens in all kinds of ways, and a dark yellow point enters the smoke stream.

Qi Chi is sad for the world, his eyes are as bright as a sheng in pieces.

Don’t linger for a long time before going back, the dew flowers are desolate and cold, and the polygonum flowers are sad.

The disease started and the wall of the mountain house was mentioned

Li Yu

The illness in the mountain house was mild at first, and the staff and turban were brown, which was called leisure.

The stove is turned on low and the heat is deep, and the ditch leads to the sound of new streams.

For the time being, Peng Juan is in peace with his decayed nature, and in the final period, Zong Yuan will ask about his life.

Who can work hard in the dust, and be greedy and combine fish and dragon to build a strong reputation.

Geng Luzi

Golden bird hairpin, red pink noodles, temporarily meet in the flower. Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling.

The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people’s thoughts. The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.

Geng Leizi

The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away. The geese are frightened, the crows are rising in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen.

The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn't know.

Sauvignon Blanc

Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.

The chrysanthemums are blooming, the chrysanthemums are withered, the wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.

Send King Deng's 20th brother to Xuancheng from Yimu

Li Yu

Wei Qingge is even more late, and he will not be drunk and he will take it with him.

The waves are invading, the light is rippled with sorrow, and the mountains are filled with hatred.

How extreme is your love for the cypress trees? I am heading west by the lantern.

There are so many places so close to the Yanjiang River, there is no need to embrace the sadness.

Crying across the Zhongjiang River and looking at Shicheng

Li Yu

My old hometown south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years.

Wuyuan Palace is now in neglect, and Guangling Terrace Hall is desolate.

The cloud cage is far away and there are thousands of sorrows, and the rain hits the boat with thousands of tears.

The four brothers and their three hundred people cannot afford to sit around and think about it.

Elegy

Li Yu

The pearls are broken before the eyes, and the flowers wither in the world. The hatred in my heart was not gone, but I missed it again.

The jade basket is still filled with residual medicine, and the incense box has been stained with dust. I will feel sad in the past, and I will feel sad in the future. There are no tears to wet the towel.

The beauty is the same as the fragrant tree, and the dangerous path is the same. It is sad to see spring come true, but the bitter rain hurts the bushes.

Where is Mingli now? Her wandering affairs are gone. There is nothing to ask about, and I will thank the east wind for thousands of years.

Elegant Poems

Li Yu

It is difficult to forget me forever, and I sigh in pain when I am alone. It rains in late autumn and makes me feel lonely, and my sorrow increases my illness.

Thinking before swallowing the wind, feeling dizzy and blurred. The king of space should remember me, and the poor man is lost in his family.

Feelings

Li Yu

I saw the tung blossoms growing old branches again, and the first floor was miserable in the mist and rain.

Who can feel melancholy? My eyes are filled with tears.

The charming beauty is no longer seen in the city, and the sorrow of the festival cannot be restrained.

There is still the old smoke and moon, and the eyebrows are weeping in Furong City.

Plum blossoms

Li Yu

Diligently transplanted to the ground, with curved sills and small railings. ***When we meet again on a beautiful day, I still worry about whether it will be beautiful or not.

Block the wind and open the steps, and use the moon to irrigate the cold spring. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the eyebrows are not complete.

Dongjun didn’t know he lost the owner of the fireworks. What's the use of the fragrance? It still smells like last year's branches.

Shuling Banquet Handkerchief

Li Yu

I am haggard in my life, and I have lost my beauty in my prime. The sweaty hands are stained by fragrance, and the eyebrows are stained by smoke.

Book on the back of the lute

Li Yu

The shoulder is as sharp as a shaving, and it is hard to count the number of strands of silk. The fragrance of heaven leaves the phoenix tail, and the remaining warmth is in the sandalwood trough.

Feelings during illness

Li Yu

I have been very haggard for many years, and depression is more likely to cause self-injury. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain qi swallows the intestines.

The night cauldron only boils medicine, and the mustache is half stained with frost. How similar is the front edge? Who can ask the King of Space?

Writing things while ill

Li Yu

The sick body is strong and the love is deep, sitting at the banquet with the fragrance of fragrance and thinking about oneself.

In the moonlight, I can only make medicine while living quietly, and in the secluded courtyard by the door, only birds come.

What can a quack doctor do if he is too lazy to listen to his words? The little maid will do what she can.

You have to ask Buddhism to know the smell, otherwise all kinds of troubles will invade you.

Given the palace servant Qingnu

Li Yu

As the charm grows old, spring becomes shy, and everywhere you go, you feel lost in the past.

Thank you. The long strip seems familiar, and the strong smoke is blowing on the head.

After the title of Jinlouzi

Li Yu

The toothpicks are wrapped in red gauze, and Wang Can's book is burned together.

If you don’t leave a face with the ancestral dragon, you will get the present after leaving the chapter.

Sentence

Li Yu

The distant Altair star is lost in the sun of the river. Charming yellow aunt, looking at each other from afar.

The warbler should have hatred, but the butterfly dance has not much left. ("Falling Flowers")

Hold the moon in your hands, and let the wind shake your arms. ("Song of the Fan")

The disease is like weakness, and it has been disgusting for five years. (The following "Luxui Notes")

It is difficult to recover from the decline of beauty, and Xiaodian Junlin is quite ashamed of himself.

Sneered at Emperor Qin's long-term strategy, and quietly pitied his concubine when she was in pain.

My temples are getting new white today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow from last year. (The following "Famous Talks of Han Mansion")

Eternity will eventually die, and there will be a plateau at the burial place of Zuixiang.

Life is less than a hundred years old, and I have just painted a thousand-year painting.

("Yike Cong Tan")

The sun reflects the fairy clouds and the sky is high and deep in autumn. ("Miscellaneous Things in the Sea")

The black light begins to shine, and the dragon candle begins to compete. (The following "Kong Tie")

The branches are full of dew.

The sunny day has gone to the west, and the solemn and cold weather has just arrived.

Nine-folded swans and four-sided lantern fish.

Don’t drink without thinking.

Pouring the bowl increases longevity, and delivering deep meals to guests.

Poppy

Li Yu

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past?

The east wind blew again in the small building last night,

The motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.

The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed.

How much sorrow can you have?

Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Poppy

The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring.

I have been silent for half a day,

The sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still the same as before.

The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt.

The candles are bright and the fragrance is dark, and the building is deep.

My temples are full of clear frost and lingering snow.

Langtaosha

Li Yu

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at dawn.

In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.

Don't lean on the railing alone, the world is unlimited.

It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see.

Flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth are gone.

Langtaosha

The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look at the scenery.

Moss invades the steps in the courtyard in the autumn wind.

As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long?

The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded.

On a cool night, the moon is blooming.

Imagine the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai!

The black night cries

Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds.

The candle is broken and leaks, and I often lean on the pillow. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes true.

Zuixiang Road is stable and should be visited frequently, but other than that it is unsuitable.

Meet each other happily

Li Yu

The forest flowers withered the spring red,

It was too hasty,

It was helpless Cold rain comes in the morning and wind comes in the evening.

Rouge tears,

I stay drunk (leaving others drunk),

When will I get pregnant again,

It is true that life grows and hates water. East.

Meet each other happily

Li Yu

Speechlessly went up to the west building alone,

The moon is like a hook,

The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

The cutting is constant,

the order is still chaotic,

it is the sorrow of separation,

it is a feeling in my heart.

A handful of dendrobium beads

Li Yu

The evening makeup is just over,

Shen Tan pays some attention.

Displaying the cloves to others,

A clear song,

Temporarily causing the cherries to burst.

The sleeves of the sleeves are still beautiful,

The cup is soaked by the fragrant mash.

The embroidered bed is leaning on the embroidered bed,

chewing the red antler,

smiling and spitting at Tanlang.

Huanxi Sha

Li Yu

The red sun is already three feet high,

The golden furnace is adding incense beasts,

The red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.

The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins,

When she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them,

I hear the flute and drum playing in the distance from the other hall.

Huanxi Sand

I returned home in a dream while turning the candle,

I wanted to find traces of the past, but I was disappointed,

The wishes of the heavenly religion were violated. .

Waiting for the water to pass away from the moon pool,

The shady flower pavilion is dimly lit,

I don’t hesitate to put on more clothes when I climb up.

Bodhisattva Man

Li Yu

The bright moon and flowers cover the light mist,

The sky is now heading towards Langbian!

Wear pantyhose and walk up the fragrant steps,

Hand-held gold lace shoes.

See you on the south side of the painting hall.

I always tremble when I lean against someone.

It is difficult for a slave to come out,

Teach the king to be merciful.

Linjiang Fairy

Li Yu

The cherries fall and spring returns, and the butterflies turn over and fly together.

Zigui cries about the moon in the west of the small building.

The jade hooks and curtains are hanging, and the melancholy twilight smoke hangs down.

After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, Wangcan Tobacco was in the doldrums.

The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix.

Holding the Luo belt empty, looking back with regret.

Broken Array

Li Yu

Forty years of family and country,

Three thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky,

the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco.

How many times have you ever known fighting?

Once you become a captive,

your waist will sink and your temples will fade away.

The most hasty farewell to the temple day,

The temple is still playing farewell songs.

Weeping to Gong E.

Midnight Song

Li Yu

How can we avoid sorrow and sorrow in life? There is no limit to my love for being alone in ecstasy!

The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears.

Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang.

The past has become empty, still like a dream.

Looking to the south of the Yangtze River

Li Yu

The dream is far away, the southern country is in full bloom.

There is an orchestra on the boat and the river is facing Lu, and the city is full of flying catkins and light dust.

Busy to kill the flower watchers!

Looking to the south of the Yangtze River

Idle dreams are far away, it is autumn in the southern country.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are cold and far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers.

The flute is in Yueming Tower.

Looking at Jiangnan

Li Yu

How much hatred was in my dream last night.

It still feels like the old days when you were swimming in Shangyuan, with cars flowing like water and horses like dragons;

The flowery moon is in the spring breeze!

Looking south of the Yangtze River

How many tears, the broken face regains its shape.

Don't talk about your worries with tears, Feng Sheng will not cry when you cry;

Heartbreak is even more doubtless!

Santai Ling

Li Yu

Watching without sleep and tiredness, he puts on his clothes and goes out.

The moon is cold, the autumn bamboos are cold, and the wind cuts through the windows at night.

Picking mulberry seeds

Li Yu

It is late to go to work on the Jinjing sycamores,

A few trees are startling autumn. Day rain brings new sorrow.

A hundred-foot shrimp must be on the jade hook.

The Qiong window is broken by two moths in spring,

Looking back, I want to send my scales to swim,

Nine curved cold waves do not follow the current.

Willow branches

Li Yu

As the charm grows old, spring becomes shy,

Everywhere the soul feels like it’s old;

< p>Thank you, the long strip seems familiar,

The strong hanging tobacco spikes brush the head.

Xie Xin'en

There is no flute-playing girl in Qin Tower, leaving only the scenery of Shangyuan. The pink flower and golden pistil are low and high. The east wind makes me smell fragrant.

The dream of Qiongchuang□ (original lack) will be left for the rest of the day, how much hatred I had in those days! The green stems reflect the weeping poplar trees. We meet temporarily, just like dreaming and thinking too lazily.

Qingpingle

Li Yu

Don’t come in the middle of spring,

It will touch your eyes and break your heart.

The falling plum blossoms are as chaotic as snow,

It is still full after being brushed all over.

There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese,

The dream of returning home is difficult to come by.

Leaving hatred is like grass in spring,

You can walk farther and still be alive.

Ruan Lang returns

Presented to the twelfth brother of King Zheng

Li Yu

The east wind blows the water and the sun carries the mountains. When spring comes, it is leisure.

The fallen flowers are in a mess, the wine is fading, and the music is playing in a drunken dream.

Who can groom the emerald servant girl if she wears her clothes quietly and wears her makeup at night?

Linger to cherish the scenery and cherish the beauty, leaning against the lantern alone at dusk.

Picking mulberry seeds

Li Yu

In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens are chasing each other, and the dance is lingering.

The drizzle is gentle, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.

The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes.

I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.

Tao Lian Zi Ling

Li Yu

The deep courtyard is quiet, the small court is empty,

The intermittent cold wind blows.

I have no choice but to stay awake for a long time,

The sound of the moon and the sound of the moon come to the curtain.

Tao Lianzi

Li Yu

The clouds on the temples are messy, and the makeup is ruined in the evening.

The eyebrows are far away from Xiu.

The tender cheeks and bamboo shoots are held sideways,

For whom are we leaning against the railing with tears?

The Fisherman

Li Yu

The waves are like a thousand layers of snow, and the peach and plum trees are like a silent team of spring.

With a pot of wine and a pole of fiber, how many people are there like Nong in the world?

Fisherman

A spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook.

The lake is filled with flowers, the wine is filled with wine, and freedom is found in the vast expanse of waves.

Die Lianhua

Li Yu

Gao leisurely walks in the distant night pavilion, just after the Qingming Festival, I wake up early to feel the late spring.

The sound of rain and the wind lingered, and the hazy moon and clouds came and went.

The peaches and plums are in the shadow of spring, who is on the swing, whispering in the smile.

There are thousands of emotions in a heart, and there is no place to arrange it in this world.

Midnight Song

Li Yu

To look for spring, you must first spring early, and don’t wait for the flowers to grow old.

The ethereal jade is soft, the fermented grains are floating on the cup, and the surface is clear.

Why not smile frequently and return home late in spring in the forbidden garden.

Drunken and idle together, poems are completed with Jiegu.

Bodhisattva Man

Li Yu

The flowers are bright and the moon is dark and misty, and the sky is so bright today!

Put your stockings on and walk up the fragrant steps, and carry your gold-laced shoes.

See you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone.

It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to be merciful.

The Bodhisattva Man

The girl on the closed rooftop of Penglai courtyard sleeps in the painting hall during the day and is speechless.

Throw your pillow under the green cloud light, and smell the strange fragrance while embroidering your clothes.

The bead lock moved latently, and I was shocked to realize the silver screen dream.

The faces are full of smiles, and they look at each other with infinite affection.

Bodhisattva Man

The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and sonorous, and the sound of cold bamboo, the new sound is played slowly and moves the delicate jade.

The eyes are dark, and the eyes are full of eyes.

The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered house, and it is in harmony when you come.

The banquet was over and empty again, and the soul was lost in a spring dream.

Happy Oriole

Li Yu

The dawn moon is falling, the clouds are faint,

I lean on the pillow silently.

I dream about the fragrant grass,

The sound of wild geese is rare in the distance.

The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered,

The lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard.

Pian Hongxiu swept away Congyi,

Leave it for the dancers to return.

Huanxi Sand

The red sun is already three feet high,

The golden furnace adds fragrant beasts one after another,

The red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.

The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins,

When she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them,

I hear the flute and drum playing in the distance from the other hall.

Spring in the Jade House

The snow on the evening makeup has just begun to shine on the skin,

The concubines of the Spring Palace are lined up in rows.

The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle,

The colorful clothes are played again and the song is full.

Who is more fragrant in the wind?

Drunkenly photographing Langan is full of emotions.

When I return home, I will put off red candles.

Waiting for the horse’s hooves to clear the night moon.

Bodhisattva Man

The flowers are bright and the moon is dark and misty, and the sky is so bright today!

He walks up the fragrant steps in stockings and carries gold-leafed shoes.

See you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone.

It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to be merciful.

Again

The women on the closed rooftop of Penglai courtyard were speechless while sleeping in the painting hall during the day.

Throw your pillow under the green cloud light, and smell the strange fragrance while embroidering your clothes.

The bead lock moved latently, and I was shocked to realize the silver screen dream.

The faces are full of smiles, and they look at each other with infinite affection.

Also

The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and cold, and the sound of the cold bamboo is slow, and the new sound is played slowly and delicately.

The eyes are dark, and the eyes are full of eyes.

The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered house, and it is in harmony when you come.

The banquet was over and empty again, and the soul was lost in a spring dream.

The happy migrating warbler

The dawn moon is falling, the clouds are faint,

I lean on the pillow silently.

I dream about the fragrant grass,

The sound of wild geese is rare in the distance.

The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered,

The lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard.

Pian Hongxiu swept away Congyi,

Leave it for the dancers to return.

Midnight Song

To look for spring, you must first spring early, and don’t wait for the flowers to grow old.

The ethereal jade is soft, the fermented grains are floating on the cup, and the surface is clear.

Why not smile frequently and return home late in spring in the forbidden garden.

Drunken and idle together, poems are completed with Jiegu.

Fisherman

The waves are like a thousand layers of snow, and the peach and plum trees are like a silent team of spring.

With a pot of wine and a pole of fiber, how many people are there like Nong in the world?

Again

A spring breeze, a leaf boat, a cocoon thread and a light hook.

The lake is filled with flowers, the wine is filled with wine, and freedom is found in the vast expanse of waves.

Willow branches

The charm is getting old and spring is shy,

Everywhere the soul feels like the old travel;

Thank you for the long strip, which seems to be acquaintance,

Strong hanging tobacco spikes brush people's heads.

Qing Ping Le

Don’t come in the middle of spring,

It’s so touching that your eyes are so soft and your heart is broken.

The falling plum blossoms are as chaotic as snow,

It is still full after being brushed all over.

There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese,

The dream of returning home is difficult to come by.

Leaving hatred is like grass in spring,

You can walk farther and still be alive.

Ruan Lang returns

As the twelfth brother of King Zheng

The east wind blows the water and the sun carries the mountains. When spring comes, it is long and leisurely.

The fallen flowers are in a mess, the wine is fading, and the music is playing in a drunken dream.

Who can groom the emerald servant girl if she wears her clothes quietly and wears her makeup at night?

Linger to cherish the scenery and cherish the beauty, leaning against the lantern alone at dusk.

Picking mulberry seeds

In front of the pavilion, all the red flowers are chasing each other in spring, and the dance is lingering.

The drizzle is gentle, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.

The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes.

I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.

Tao Lian Zi Ling

The deep courtyard is quiet, the small court is empty,

The intermittent cold anvil and intermittent wind.

I have no choice but to stay awake for a long time,

The sound of the moon and the sound of the moon come to the curtain.

Tao Lianzi

The hair on the temples is messy, the makeup is worn out at night,

The eyebrows are full of resentment from far away.

The tender cheeks and bamboo shoots are held sideways,

For whom are we leaning against the railing with tears?

Santai Order

Watch the watch without sleep and weariness, put on your clothes and go out.

The moon is cold, the autumn bamboos are cold, and the wind cuts through the windows at night.

Picking mulberry seeds

It is late to go to work on the Jinjing sycamore,

A few trees startle the autumn. Day rain brings new sorrow.

A hundred-foot shrimp must be on the jade hook.

The Qiong window is broken by two moths in spring,

Looking back, I want to send my scales to swim,

Nine curved cold waves do not follow the current.

Xie Xin'en

There is no flute-playing girl in Qin Tower, leaving only the scenery of Shangyuan.

The pink flower and golden pistil are low and high.

The east wind makes me feel fragrant.

The dream of Qiongchuang□ (original lack) will be left for the rest of the day, how much hatred I had in those days!

The green stems reflect the weeping poplar trees.

Meet each other temporarily, like a dream and lazy thinking.

Again

The month before the cherry blossoms have fallen all over the stairs, they are like a bed leaning against a smoked cage.

It’s just like last year today, but the hatred is still the same.

The two servant girls are haggard and cloudy, and their breasts are red with tears.

Where is the pain of lovesickness? The screen window is in a drunken dream.

Also

After the empty guests in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with a bead curtain.

Lin Feng is tired of the night.

The crescent moon of the small building looks back on its own slenderness.

The people in Chunguang Town are old and empty, so why should we hate the new sorrows?

Jin Chuang is still sleepy after being trapped.

The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty.

Again

When all the cherries have fallen and spring is about to be sleepy, the swing is lowered and we return.

The moon is dim and slanting late and late, on the flower branches.

Under the screen window at dawn, you don’t know what’s coming.

(Twelve words are missing below)

Also

The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the fragrance of dogwood falls on the terrace.

Purple Ju Qi floats in the courtyard, and the evening smoke drizzles.

Yongyongxin's wild geese swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.

Linjiang Fairy

The cherries have fallen and spring has returned, and the butterflies turn over and fly together.

Zigui cries about the moon in the west of the small building.

The jade hooks and curtains are hanging, and the melancholy twilight smoke hangs down.

After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, Wangcan Tobacco was in the doldrums.

The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix.

Holding the Luo belt empty, looking back with regret.

Breaking Time

In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco.

How many times have we experienced fighting?

Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples.

On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, the temple still plays a farewell song.

Weeping to Gong E.

Poppy

The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring.

I have been silent for half a day,

The sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still the same as before.

The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt.

The candles are bright and the fragrance is dark, and the building is deep.

My temples are full of clear frost and lingering snow.

Again

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past?

The east wind blew again in the small building last night,

The motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.

The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed.

How much sorrow can you have?

Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

The black night cries

The forest flowers have withered the spring red,

It is too hasty,

The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge will make you drunk.

When will it be heavy?

It is true that life grows and hates water.

The black night cries

Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds.

The candle is broken and leaks, and I often lean on the pillow. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes true.

Zuixiang Road is stable and should be visited frequently, but other than that it is unsuitable.

Happy meeting

Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook.

The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce.

Don’t have the ordinary feeling in your heart.

Langtaosha

The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look at the scenery.

Moss invades the steps in the courtyard in the autumn wind.

As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long?

The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded.

On a cool night, the moon is blooming.

Imagine the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai!

Huanxi yarn

I return home in a dream while turning the candle,

I want to find the traces of the past, but I am disappointed,

The wish of Heavenly Teaching is with Violation.

Waiting for the water to pass away from the moon pool,

The shady flower pavilion is dimly lit,

I don’t hesitate to put on more clothes when I climb up.

Lang Tao Sha Ling

The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading.

Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at dawn.

In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.

Don't lean on the railing alone, the world is unlimited.

It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see.

Flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth are gone.

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Two poems by Li Jing

Shanhuazi

The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind stirs up the green waves. . Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.

The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears are there to limit hatred, relying on the lantern.

Shanhuazi

The jade hook on the hand-rolled bead curtain locks the heavy building according to the spring regret. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? Thinking leisurely.

The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves at dusk in spring, they connect with the flow from the sky.

Langtaosha

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, the spring is fading, and the quilt cannot bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I don’t know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for pleasure.

< p>Don’t be alone! There are infinite mountains and rivers. It’s easy to say goodbye and hard to see when you’re gone. Flowers fall when the water falls, and spring goes away. It’s heaven and earth.

Meet each other happily

The flowers in the forest have withered the spring red, Too hasty, helpless cold rain comes in the morning and wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge and the drunkenness of each other will last forever. Naturally, life grows and hates water forever!

Meet each other happily

Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree, the deep courtyard was locked in the clear autumn.

The cutting continued, and the order remained chaotic. It is the sorrow of separation, not the ordinary feeling in my heart.

Poppy

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon. < /p>

The carved railings and jade structures should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Song of Midnight

How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? There is no limit to the ecstasy of my love! The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears when I feel it.

Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream.

Sauvignon Blanc

One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.

The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them. The curtain is full of wind and moonlight.

The black night cries

Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes true. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.

Breaking Time

In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war?

Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E.

Langtaosha

The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look at the scenery. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard. As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long?

The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly. Think of the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai!

Qingpingle

Don't come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.

There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.

Huanxi Sha

I turned around and returned home from a dream. I wanted to find traces of my past, but I was disappointed. The wish of heaven was not fulfilled.

Waiting for the moon pool platform to empty and the water disappearing, and the shady flower pavilion to have a slanting light, I would not hesitate to put on more clothes when I climbed up.

Xie Xinen

After the empty guests in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with bead curtains. The forest wind was blowing and the night was boring. The new moon in the small building looks back on its own slenderness.

In Chunguang Town, people are empty and old, so why should we hate the new sorrows? The golden window is still in a state of confusion when it is exhausted. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty.

The twelfth brother of King Zheng

The east wind blows the water and the sun carries the mountains. When spring comes, it is long and leisurely. The flowers are falling, the wine is in ruins, and the music is playing in a drunken dream.

Who can groom the emerald servant girl if she wears her clothes quietly and wears her makeup at night? I linger in the scenery to cherish the beauty, and lean alone against the lantern at dusk.

Poppy

The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before.

The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep in the building. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear.

Santai Order

Watching without sleep and tiredness, putting on clothes and going out.

The moon is cold, the autumn bamboos are cold, and the wind cuts through the windows at night.

Huanxi Sand

The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace is adding fragrant beasts one after another, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with each step.

Beautiful ladies dance with gold hairpins, sniff flower stamens when they are drunk, and hear the playing of flutes and drums in the distance from the other hall.

Jade House Spring

The evening makeup has just begun to show the snow on the skin, and the concubines and concubines in the Spring Palace are lined up. The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard.

Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming. When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.

Geng Luzi

Golden bird hairpin, red pink noodles, temporarily meet in the flower. Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling.

The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people’s thoughts. The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.

The happy migrating warbler

The dawn moon is falling, the clouds are faint, and I lean on the pillow silently. Dreaming back to the fragrant grass, the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance.

The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Pian Hongxiu swept away Cong Yi, leaving the dancers to return.

Sauvignon Blanc

There is a cloud, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt, and a pair of snails.

The autumn winds are strong and the rain is gentle. Outside the curtains there are banana trees in their nests. The night is long and there is nothing anyone can do!

A handful of dendrobium beads

After putting on her evening makeup, Shen Tan lightly added some beads. Showing the cloves to others, singing a clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst.

The sleeves of the sleeves are still beautiful, and the cup is soaked with fragrant mash and worms. Leaning on the embroidered bed, she is so delicate that she chews red velvet and smiles at Tanlang.

Midnight Song

To look for spring, you must first spring early, and don’t wait for the flowers to grow old. The ethereal jade is soft, the fermented grains are floating on the cup, and the surface is clear.

Why not smile frequently and return home late in spring in the forbidden garden. When drunk and leisurely, the poem is completed with Jiegu.

Geng Leizi

The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away. The geese are frightened, the crows are rising in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen.

The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn't know.

Willow branches

The style is getting old and spring is shy, and the soul everywhere feels like the old travel; the long thank you seems familiar, and the strong hanging tobacco spikes are brushing people's heads.

Ruan Lang returns

Picking mulberry seeds

In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens are chasing each other, and their dance is lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.

The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.

Tao Lian Zi Ling

The deep courtyard is quiet, the small court is empty, and the intermittent cold wind blows. Helpless, the night is long and I can't sleep. Several sounds and the moon come to the curtains.

Tao Lianzi

The hair on the temples is messy, the makeup is worn out at night, and the eyebrows are full of hatred. The fragrant cheeks and tender spring bamboo shoots are held obliquely, for whom are they leaning against the railing with tears?

Picking mulberry seeds

The windlass in Jinjing is late, and a few trees are startling autumn. Day rain brings new sorrow. The centipede shrimp whiskers are on the jade hook.

The Qiong window is broken by two moths in spring. Looking back, I want to send my scales to swim, but the nine winding cold waves do not follow the current.

Sauvignon Blanc

One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.

The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them. The curtain is full of wind and moonlight.

Linjiang Fairy

The cherries fall and spring returns, and the butterflies turn over and fly together. In the west of the small building, Zigui cries about the moon, and the curtains are covered with jade hooks, and the melancholy smoke hangs down at dusk.

After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, Wangcan Tobacco was in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.

Breaking Time

In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war?

Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E.

The black night cries

Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes true. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.

Huanxi Sha

I returned home from a dream while turning the candle, looking for the traces of my past, but I was disappointed that the wish of heaven was not fulfilled.

Waiting for the moon pool platform to empty and the water disappearing, and the shady flower pavilion to have a slanting light, I would not hesitate to put on more clothes when I climbed up.

Huanxi Sand

The red sun is already three feet high,

The golden furnace adds fragrant beasts one after another,

The red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.

The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins,

When she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them,

I hear the flute and drum playing in the distance from the other hall.

Spring in the Jade House

The snow on the evening makeup has just begun to shine on the skin,

The concubines of the Spring Palace are lined up in rows.

The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle,

The colorful clothes are played again and the song is full.

Who is more fragrant in the wind?

Drunkenly photographing Langan is full of emotions.

When I return home, I will put off red candles.

Waiting for the horse’s hooves to clear the night moon.