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The Classical Poetry of Nalan Xingde

The Complete Works of Nalanxingde's Classical Poetry

Poetry refers to the traditional poetry of Han nationality in China, represented by ancient poems, modern poems and metrical words. It is also one of the characteristics of Chinese character cultural circle. Generally speaking, poetry is more suitable for "expressing ambition" and words are more suitable for "expressing emotion". The following are the classic poems of Nalan Xingde compiled by Bian Xiao, hoping to help you.

Poems by Nalan Xingde

Linjiangxian

A little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands. Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth?

Linjiangxian

I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights. Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

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

Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

A person has slept for half his life, and the mountain pillow is covered with sunburn? Xi chun asked LUN Nd? Soul, the first move is to draw a skirt.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

The silver bed is green and old. Yuan Chuan Song ā2 threshold writing? I can't say why I can't hate it when I pick up the money.

The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

Young Mermaid (Walking in Autumn Night)

Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and the wet posts are exposed? \ Shadow. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.

The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.

Yun Song's orders about temples.

The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet each other and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, and wine is sick. I (chàn) lost weight in the east wind and pear blossoms all night.

Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.

Meng Jiangnan

Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the plum bottles. Heart words have turned gray.

Meng Jiangnan

I'm so new here. I'm talking like a tiger. A piece of Leng Xiang is only a dream, very thin and poetic. The standard situation has long been known.

Red spine

Surprised and leaked, keep the spring sleep. Especially charming, careless, only self-pity. The message is that it will be a beautiful day, and the green window will have strings.

Yiwangsun

The west wind blew bananas all night. Tired eyes endure loneliness after autumn? Force the mood to make muddy mash. Read Li Sao. Sorrow is like the tide of Xiangjiang River day and night. Yu Lian ring

Where is it? It rained several times in Mao Mao in Xiao Ye. Wet eaves flowers, people at the bottom of flowers are speechless, Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired.

Complain about one's feelings

Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun. If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building

well

It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saved it? Who saved it? Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow.

well

In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.

well

Konoha has gone home. Where does the waning moon wind go? The news is half gone with the wind, and I feel homesick tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain. The west wind blew away half.

well

The awning is drunk, the stars are teetering, and the dream is separated from the wolf river and shattered by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping. It's boring to wake up.

Endless desire

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.

When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Meet Huan

Wei Yun touched a distant mountain, cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.

Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.

Zhao junfen

Who cherishes good spring and deep prohibition? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear.

Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.

Jiuquan baby

Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early.

The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.

Shengchazi

Dongfeng is puzzled and steals Hunan skirts. I carried the sarong all night, and I drew a slim waist.

K, try your best to sink the smoke and dew. The flower bones are cold and fragrant, and the cherry blossoms stand.

Shengchazi

The short flame picks up the residual flowers, and the night is long and silent. Tired of dancing, I smell the chicken, but I feel wet.

Tianshui encounters ghosts, and the corner is southwest and white. If you want to cross Huanhuaxi, you can't dream far away.

Shengchazi

How much do you know about the blue sky when you are worried about clouds? Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia.

It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain.

Pink lips (chanting orchids)

There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind.

How can you resist autumn if you are so miserable? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first.

Dianjiangchun

A moth's eyebrow, the lower chord is not as good as the upper chord. Yu Lang is not old, why are you already sad?

The plain wall shines obliquely, and the bamboo shadow sweeps the window. The empty room was silent, the crow was about to break dawn, and I went down to the west building again.

Pale crimson lips (at first glance at Huanghuacheng)

The night light is cold, and the snow is flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on.

I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese.

Dianjiangchun

It's cool in the yard and I feel thin when I'm late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.

Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls.

Huanxisha

Rainy days are full of cold worries, how can we return to the apricot blossom line? Last year, the barrel was high and light.

If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.

Huanxisha

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

Huanxisha (I saw Haitang in Shi Feng Garden in the western suburbs, and the words were impressive)

Who knows that wandering is not pitiful? The old season is full of flowers, and heartbroken people have gone through the years.

Only a faint red color rains, and the evening breeze blows away the clouds at the temples. Before sunset, the soul was gone.

Huanxisha

If you want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is, you can only see the damaged silk skirt, and the musk deer is precious.

Can endure cold and lean on bamboo for a long time, and then teach Chun not to open the door. Loquat flower is a scholar in school.

Huanxisha

Half a ray of sunshine shines obliquely on the small building, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't rest assured by leaning on the bar.

There is an Yingying riding a horse, with elegant makeup and romantic clothes. See people shy but turn back.

Huanxisha

Can draw emblem cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.

Huanxisha

Slightly dizzy and wet, lightly reflecting the sorrow of life, the dream is suspected in the distant mountain building.

The waning moon peeps at the golden bow, and the soft wind swings the jade curtain hook. Listen to the neighbors tell her to comb her hair.

Huanxisha (Beigukou)

Thousands of willows send horseshoes, and old geese fly south in the north. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes?

At the end of my life, I return to the sunset, and I dream of wandering in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time.

Huanxisha

Walking towards the bank of Yunshan, the north wind blows the hiss of falling horses, and the late autumn is far away.

At dusk, a touch of smoke keeps the base, and the half pole is partial to the old city. When will ancient and modern grievances be settled?

Huanxisha

/kloc-for 0/8 years, I have fallen into the world, blowing flowers, chewing my heart and making ice strings. Who can send sentimental feelings?

The purple jade hairpin has an oblique lamp shadow, and the red cotton powder is cold on the pillow. See the benefits but be silent.

Huanxisha (to Yan Sunyou)

By the Oudang Bridge, we made an appointment, and Dorothy went to Wuhu East. The pen bed and tea stove are too leisurely.

There is short-walled ginkgo rain, which is also a high-profile magnolia wind. Thrush painting hibiscus freely.

Huanxisha

If you want to worry about wild geese, the west wind will make the wine worse. Yellow flower season, the sky is blue. The ancient garrison was misty, and the sunset red village was relieved. I don't know how many people have fought.

Huanxisha

The fallen leaves are full of ice, and the setting sun still shines on the low pavilion. I lost my title when I went to the abandoned temple. Inscription on the monument in Kyle, the resident, cockfighting with Buddha's headlights. When will the world wake up?

Double-sky sedan chair

Ding poured more wine, and the wind before the willow was broken. If you ask about the mood of enjoying flowers, it seems to be the same day, how can it be? Don't be thin for the west wind, you will often scratch your head. It has been arranged since ancient times.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The foggy window is cold to the far sky, and it is cold to the window at dusk. Flowers fall, crows cry, crows fall. Sleeves are thin and thin, with thin shadows hanging down the sleeves. The wind is a little red, and it's windy in HongLing.

The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze. Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.

Bodhisattva Man (early spring)

Han Xiao is thin in the southwest month, but Tintin lacks the fragrance of an arrow. Spring is very suitable, and the east wind is right and wrong. The soul of Shu is ashamed to look at the shadow, and the jade shines red and cold. Who sings the flowers in the back garden and remembers his hometown in the new year?

Huang Yunzi raced three thousand miles, and the female wall was raven. The sunset is cold, and the horses are still hunting. There is no sound, and it is dark at night. Qiu Meng didn't come home, and the residual lamp was smashed to pieces.

Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere. A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.

The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit.

Subtract Mulan (New Moon)

I don't want to wear makeup at night, but draw my eyebrows in the mirror. Be sure to stay awake, rain and smoke are invincible. Don't teach the stars to find a place, stay together. This night, the red chamber is as sad as heaven and earth.

Subtract Mulan

Candles swaying, cold and sparse, just want to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking about it. The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain.

Subtract Mulan

There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix. Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, go around the cloister and knock on the jade wood.

Operator (Liu Xin)

Liu Xin's figure is delicate, and delicate willow branches can't hang down like delicate women, so how can they stand the spring dance? The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow. The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love. The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think.

Pick mulberry seeds

Xia Tong hasn't flown over Joan for a long time. Who else? Who is sleeping with Yu Qing tonight? The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.

Pick mulberry seeds

Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight. I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?

Pick mulberry seeds

Non-caring and light, cold places are better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world. Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.

Pick mulberry seeds

Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret. Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling.

Pick mulberry seeds

Turn on the light, the book is red, but it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream. It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled. In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao.

Pick mulberry seeds

Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers? This feeling is already a memory, a lonely girl. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.

Pick mulberry seeds

Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.

Pick mulberry seeds

The bright moon is passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, laughing at me now, lonely, wandering alone, singing alone. I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?

within walking distance

It's windy outside the curtains. It's the season in Han Xiao. There is only half of autumn left, and the moon gradually fades through the curtains. Fighting teaches tears not to freeze, and the benefits are lighter. The plan is to put the injury aside and wait for Han Xiao.

within walking distance

Where is the way home, it is clear that there is residual water in the mountains. It's cold all spring, until wheat and autumn weather. It is expected that the flowers will be reissued every other year, so don't ask before the flowers. Even if the east wind is still there, I am afraid of beauty.