Fifty of the most poignant Song Ci poems, every sentence shed tears.

The spring breeze is still the same, and the intention is to follow the embankment. When the weather is fine, rub the moth into yellow.

Last year, I went to the Green Gate in Kyoto, but I can't see him tonight. I lost my soul. The haggard that ruined my life, only a few dusk.

2. Zhang Yan's Klang Ganzhou

Remember Yutong, clear snow and cold crisp. Beside the ancient withered forest road, the long river drinks horses, which means long. Short dreams are still floating, and old tears are spilled in Xizhou. There is no topic in a word, and all the leaves are sad.

Take Baiyun home and ask who will stay in Chupei and make a map of Zhongzhou. Fold the reed flowers and give them away, and fall in autumn. Flowing water flows to Ping Ye Bridge, which does not attract old Sha Ou. I feel empty. I have a sunset, but I'm afraid to go upstairs.

? 3. Partridge Day in zhangyan

Who will play the flute upstairs? The water in front of the mountain is wide and the clouds are low. Swallows are thousands of miles away, and there is pear flower rain.

When repairing and selling, there are only dreams in my hometown. At night, it was not Su Causeway who frowned.

? 4. Qin Guan's "Huanxisha"

With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

5. Zhang Yan's "Chao Zhong Cuo"

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains and the tide falls on the beach. Looking at pear flower coldly, I love the world all my life.

Yan Hu, Yun Chuang, drunk and crying. Fold a willow leaf, who will insert it when you return?

6. Yan's "Recent Flowers"

The wind is cold and pink, and it becomes fragrant day by day. New wine adds residual wine, and this spring will not reduce the previous spring resentment.

Butterflies go to the songbirds, but there is nowhere to fly. You can't see the letter from Pisces in the tall building across the water. The waves in the disturbance layer are horizontal, and the sunset is only near dusk.

7. Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

8. Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian

How deep is the yard?

The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm,

It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

9. Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian

Who abandoned leisure for a long time? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror.

Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.

10, Yan's "Recent Flowers"

I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle.

It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems. Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.

1 1, Feng Yansi's Dead Hua Lian.

Xiao suo's clear autumn beads shed tears. The pillow is slightly cold, and the exhibition turns muddy and sleepless. The residual wine wants to wake up after midnight, and the moon is as bright as water.

Under the steps, a cold voice shouted to wind the weft. The golden wind in the yard quietly closed the door. Unfortunately, the old lovers joined hands and figured it out overnight.

12, the magpie fairy of Qin Guan

Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. 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. If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.

? 13, Qin Guan's "86 sons"

Rely on the dangerous pavilion, hate grass, and shovel still exists. After bidding farewell to the willow tree, I became red at the water's edge and was shocked. Heaven and graceful demeanour have no chance, and jathyapple has a deep dream.

Spring breeze is a ten-mile tender, so what can we do? Happiness flows gradually with the water. The string is broken and the fragrance is reduced, like a flying flower that makes it late. Cloudy and sunny, the oriole cried several times.

? 14, Li Chi Ngai's "divination operator"

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.

When will this water be collected and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

? 15, Lu You's "divination operator"

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

? 16, Su Shi's Bu Operator lives in Dinghui Garden in Huangzhou.

The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.

Who saw you alone, vague and lonely.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.

It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

17, "Langtaosha" by Ouyang Xiu

Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.

It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?

? 18, Magnolia in Yan Ren

The spring breeze is only in the west of the garden. Shepherd's purse is full of flowers and butterflies. The flowers on the road have all fallen, and even the petals on the road are blown far away by the wind.

Meaning is long, hate is weak, and love is slow all day. As a treasure of the moon, it does not deceive others. Try again tomorrow.

? 19, Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"

The green wind in the pond is slightly warm. I remember Yu Zhen's first meeting. The rhyme of the first song is ringing and the waist is red in the broken dance.

Under the jade hook, there is a fragrant platform. I don't know if I will stay up late when I get drunk. At that time, * * * I enjoyed flowers, and now I don't have half of tally.

? 20. Cai Shen's Six Little Springs

A few times, the cuckoo was dying, and it was pitiful and rejuvenated. Dongfeng Man, Begonia Embroidery, Pear Blossom Snow.

Lilac dew tears stump, incomparable, sad. Born sentimental, don't do romantic things.

2 1, Li Qingzhao's Wulingchun

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

? 22. Zhang Xian's "Millennium"

"A few pelicans, report wheatgrass to rest. Cherish the spring to break the residual red, the rain is light and the wind is strong, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.

Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot. After dark, the east window is not white and lonely. "

? 23. Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"

Don't come in mid-spring, it will break your heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.

? 24. Yan's "Qing Ping Le"

If you can't stay, get drunk and go to Lanzhou.

Go to Bitaochun Waterway and pass by Xiaoying's crying place.

The ferry is green with branches and leaves.

Since then, the brocade book has not been sent, and the painting building is unfounded.

? 25. Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flowers"

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't die, confine the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

? 26. It is raining outside the curtain of Li Yu's "Langtaosha Order".

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean on the fence alone, but close the mountain indefinitely. It's easier to see when it's not. The running water is gone, the spring is gone, heaven and earth!

? 27. Yang Zhou Slow by Jiang Kui

Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Looking at the river from Huma; Abandoning the pool tree is still tirelessly talking about soldiers. It's getting late and everything is empty.

It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year!

In this poem "Yangzhou Slow", Jiang Kui is integrated into Du Mu's four poems: ① The beauty of western bamboo: "After the rain, cicadas sing, and autumn is floating. Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind. The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building. Who knows Zhu Xidao, Song is Yangzhou. " (Du Mu's "Yangzhou Zen Temple") 2 A brothel dream is good: "Down and out, rivers and lakes carry wine, and the waist is thin and the palm is light. I feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of brothel. " (Du Mu's "Farewell") 3 vertical cardamom words: "More than thirteen years, cardamom in the first two months. It is better to roll up the bead curtain when the spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road. " (Du Mu's Farewell) The 24 th Bridge is still there: "There is water in the green hills, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River is withered in autumn. On the 24 th bridge in the moonlight, where do jade people teach oral sex? " (Du Mu's Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate)

? 28. Su Shi tried Jiangchengzi.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.

? 29. Yan Shu's "Qing Ping Le"

Small print means business is average. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out. The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.

? 30. Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

3 1, in Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, which is more comparable. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, the wind is weakening. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?

? 32. Li Yu's Crying at Night

Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.

Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water.

? 33. Xin Qiji's Jade Case. Yuan ·《Xi

One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

? 34. Tang Duoling, Wu Wenying

Where to synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn. Even if it doesn't rain, it's still very cold. It's cool at night, the weather is fine, there is a bright moon, and I'm afraid to go upstairs.

In the dream of my later years, the flowers are empty and the water is flowing. Leave with a sad face and stay for a long time. Weeping willows do not hold skirts, but are long and tied to boats.

? 35. Zhang Xian's "A bunch of flowers"

Looking at the tall buildings from afar is sad, and the heart of missing is beyond words. When will such a thing end? There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! Sorrow leads to confusion, which is even more strange. Riding away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize Langbeard.

The pool is very stable, a pair of mandarin ducks swim in the water, the north is passable, and there is a boat in the water. After dusk, the ladder painting pavilion is horizontal, and it is still an oblique moon curtain. With deep resentment, I have repeatedly pondered whether my fate can be like a peach blossom and apricot tree, married to Dongfeng and gone with the wind.

? 36. Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"

Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground.

Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.

My heart hurts, my eyes are sleepy, and I want to open and close.

Dreams follow the wind in Wan Li, seeking lang and chasing warblers.

I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose.

Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed.

If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.

Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.

? 37. Zhou Bangyan's "slow moon worship"

The night is more urgent, the dust is clear and dew is gathered, and the tune is quiet and dark. The bamboo sill opens the window, and the autumn mother's house is known. When you meet laughter, you feel the branches lean against the trees, the warm days are bright, and the summer light is decadent. Looking forward to the feeling of blue is always rare in this life.

In drawing, I got to know Chunfeng, but who knew I would go to Yaotai. Homesickness is rainy and warm, and the biting wind blows. I miss the desolate boarding, the door is closed and the autumn insects sigh. But a wisp of acacia, across the mountain.

38. "Partridge Day" in Zhou Zizhi

The screen is full of cool autumn air. It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.

Adjust the treasure and dial the gold, and sing partridge words together at that time. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.

39. Money's Magnolia

The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the gate smoke is on the shore.

When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.

Feelings are getting late, and the mirror is full of surprises.

I used to hate Fang Zun, but today I'm afraid of shallowness.

? 40. Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang"

The general has been through many battles and gained a great reputation. Looking back at Wan Li, we are old friends.

Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. As a strong man, sad songs are incomplete.

The singing bird knows how annoying it is, but it didn't expect it to shed tears and blood. Who * * * me, drunk on the moon?

4 1, He Zhu's Zhou Shi Slow

It's rainy and cold, oblique light clears up, and spring is empty. Willow yellow in the pavilion, distant guests fold first. Smoke filled the air, reflected water returned to the flood several times, and Pingsha wiped out the dragon. I still remember the customs, at this time.

It will be a light farewell, with fragrant wine, red tears and clear songs. Looking back on the past years, there is no sound, no dust. Want to know your heart, what is * *' s new trouble? Bananas don't spread Lilac Festival. Looking at the horizon in vain, they are tired of romantic.

42. Chao's "Water" and Lin's "Xi Chun"

Wen Chun, why not? With wind and rain like lightning. The faint fragrance of flowers, thin fluttering, in the small garden with low threshold, no one gives the soil a good soil, and the wind will blow full of flowers. These flowers need spring time, not as long as weeping willows. In fact, the cycle of spring is never old, but people always love sad spring, which is only human. I hate hiding for ten years in a spring, so how can I live up to the time when I don't drink? That knowledge is natural, peach blossoms bear fruit, not because of spring. The same is true of fame and fortune in the world. People reach the realm of old age, such as spring to twilight. The most affectionate is still there, respect the eyes before, and meet still.

? 43. Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc

One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums stay, geese fly high, people don't return, and a curtain is idle.

? 44. Li Yu's youth and beauty

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

? 45. Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand

The waiting hall is full of plum blossoms, the bridges are thin with willows and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.

Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.

? 46. Su Shi's second rhyme Zhang Zhifu's "Huayang Ci"

Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, but also by warbler.

I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. It's still raining at dawn, but where are the traces? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. I don't think it's flowers, but tears.

? 47. Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtains

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

? 48. Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Yan Guo is also the saddest thing, but he is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, but they are worn out. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.

? 49. A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

? 50. Yan Shu's Magnolia

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

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