Which dynasty did Yan Shu belong to? Why did he write about Huanxisha?

Huanxisha

Yan Shu

Time has always been limited, it is easy to say goodbye and the soul is easily lost, and wine and feasts are inseparable.

The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the people in front of us.

Appreciation

Yan Shu was a proud official throughout his life, living a life of "never a day without feasting" and "must accompany it with music and music" (Ye Mengde's "Summer Escape") . This poem describes his feeling that life is short, and he wants to use the joy of singing and feasting to relieve his sadness of longing for spring and being sentimental about the time. The first two sentences of this poem are written from a broad and distant perspective, bringing up the huge shortcomings of a limited life, frequent separations, vast mountains and rivers, and endless good times, and contain a sigh of infinite life. The last sentence is explained by drinking wine, listening to songs, and loving the lover. The words are small but full of profound philosophical thoughts, reflecting the author's understanding of the present and transcending sorrow. "Time" comes from time, "mountains and rivers" comes from space: "Shangchun" comes from "eliminate the soul", and "take pity on the people in front of you" corresponds to the phrase "wine feast and song feast". The front and back pieces are integrated and fit together seamlessly. His language is clear and his tone is harmonious.

Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha" Spring Hate Ci:

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set?

The flowers fell helplessly, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.

This poem is one of Yan Shu’s masterpieces and basically represents Yan Shu’s artistic style. His collection of poems is called "Zhuyu Ci", which is aptly named. There are indeed many works in "Zhuyu Ci" that are as round as beads and as clear as jade. At that time, there were many students in the Chinese language arena who liked Yan Shu's Ci. This poem is clearly about caring about people, but there is no such thing as caring about people. It is a masterpiece that uses scenery to set off feelings.

However, the reason why this word has been passed down through the ages is that the essence is still in the couplet "There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return".

This couplet is basically composed of virtual characters. Everyone knows that it is easier to make pairs with real words, but not so easy with imaginary words. Therefore, when Zhuo Renyue discussed this couplet in "Ci Tong", he said that "it is easy to work in the real place, but difficult to work in the virtual place. The beauty of the method is indistinguishable." Qian Zhongshu also said in "Tan Yi Lu" that "the so-called antithesis of laws is to match the language and form a family. The more you can make the non-categorical, the more wonderful the poet's skill will be."

Although it is composed of empty words, it has substantial, thought-provoking and evocative content, which makes people feel even more valuable. This couplet describes the delicate feelings that people have in their hearts but cannot be found in writing, and expresses the laws of nature. The success lies in the fact that the author is good at capturing the feeling of the moment and describing this feeling to a certain philosophical level.

"Helpless" is the author's feelings, feelings and exclamations. "Flowers falling away" is a common phenomenon in nature and an objective law that does not depend on people's will. Facing the falling flowers, thinking of the disappearance of spring and the changes in life, I can't help but feel a sense of regret. However, the author can do nothing about it and can only say "helpless". The "flower" here refers to the flowers that bloom and fall in spring, but also reminds people of many other things that rise and fall. "Deja vu" is also the author's feeling and feeling. Swallows go south in autumn and return north in spring, which is consistent with the season. They have different wings, fly close to the ground, and murmur to each other. Because they have the same body shape, it is difficult for anyone to tell whether they are the two swallows from the old nest, so they are named "like déjà vu" before "acquaintance". "The Return of Swallows" is also an objective law that does not depend on human will. Swallows traveling north and south symbolize the change of seasons and the passage of time. "Swallow" not only refers to the swallows that come and go in spring and autumn, but also reminds people of people or things that return gracefully like swallows and rediscover old people or things. "Flower" and "Swallow" have become symbols that make people think wildly and far... Every time "flowers fall away" and "swallows return" alternate, a year passes, and life gradually ages and disappears in this endless alternation. "Flowers fall away" and "swallows return" are common and ordinary things, but when the author adds the exclamatory phrases "helpless" and "deja vu" before these two short sentences, he makes this extremely Ordinary natural phenomena are included in the philosophical category that life is limited and time is eternal, creating an artistic conception of "feelings and thoughts".

There is another legend about the origin of this couplet:

Once, Yan Shu came to Weiyang and lived in Daming Temple. He turned around and suddenly found a well-written poem on the wall, but unfortunately there was no author's name. Yan Shu ran in and out, asking questions, and finally found out that the author of this poem was named Wang Qi, and his home was near Daming Temple. Since Yan Shu discovered from the poems that Wang Qi had high literary accomplishment and was good at writing poems, he immediately decided to invite Wang Qi to discuss poetry together.

After Wang Qi arrived, he found that Yan Shu was good at appreciating poems and essays, and his attitude was very humble. Seeing Wang Qi's cheerful personality and speculative talk, Yan Shu invited Wang Qi to dinner. The two of them were eating and talking, feeling very happy. After dinner, we went to the pool to play together. Yan Shu looked at the falling flowers in late spring and said casually: "I thought of a poem to write on the wall. I have been thinking about it for a year, but I still can't figure it out." The sentence was: There is no choice but the flowers fall. Wang Qi thought for a moment and said calmly: "Deja vu Yan is coming back."

This couplet is not only appropriate and unique in terms of words, but also makes the two people's thoughts and feelings feel like old friends meeting again, and they feel like old friends at the first sight. How could this not make people extremely happy? Therefore, when Yan Shu heard this, he hurriedly praised it!

Since this is a legend, of course it may not be credible.

Yan Shu (991-1055), named Tongshu. A native of Wengang Township, Linchuan County, Fuzhou (now Jinxian, Nanchang) in the Northern Song Dynasty, he was a famous poet in the early Northern Song Dynasty. He entered the examination as a child prodigy at the age of fourteen, was given a Jinshi background, and was appointed Secretary Shengzhengzi. He moved to Taichang Temple to serve as Lilang, Guanglu Temple Cheng, Shangshu Hubu Yuanwailang, Prince Sheren, Hanlin Bachelor, and Zuo Shuzi. Renzong ascended the throne and moved to In the right admonishment, he was appointed as the minister of the Ministry of Rites and served as the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and as the Minister of the Privy Council and participated in political affairs, he was appointed as the Chancellor Zuocheng. The scholar of the palace knew the Yongxing Army and the Ministry of War, and was granted the title of Duke of Linzi. His posthumous title was Yuanxian, and he was known as Yan Yuanxian in the world. Yan Shu held important positions successively, and also promoted young talents, such as Fan Zhongyan, Han Qi, Ouyang Xiu, etc., who all came out of his career. He is famous in the literary world for his poetry, and is especially good at Xiaoling. He has more than 130 "Zhuyu Ci" with a subtle and elegant style. Representatives include "Huanxi Sand", "Butterflies in Love with Flowers", "Treading on Shasha", "Broken Array", "Magpie Stepping on Branches", etc. Among them, "Huanxi Sand" has "the flowers fall helplessly, and the swallows return as if they have known each other" has been passed down through the ages. Famous quotes. He was also good at poetry and prose. He originally had 240 volumes of poetry and prose, but not many of them are extant. Most of them are elegant and gorgeous.

His poems are good at Xiaoling, mostly expressing poetry, wine, life and leisurely sentiments. His language is graceful and elegant, and he is greatly influenced by Feng Yanji of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Yan's poems are rich in language skills, harmonious in phonology, romantic and elegant. The original collection has been lost, and only "Zhuyu Ci" and "Yan Yuanxian's Posthumous Documents" compiled by the Qing Dynasty remain.

For details of his life, please see Volume 311 of "History of the Song Dynasty". There is a volume of "Yan Yuan's Posthumous Documents" compiled by Hu Yitang.

He lived a wealthy and well-traveled life, and most of his poems were composed on dancing pavilions and singing platforms, in front of flowers and under the moonlight. His writing style was leisurely and graceful, with profound reasoning, harmonious melody, and elegant words. He was a senior figure in the world of poetry at that time. He enjoyed a high status in the literary world of the Northern Song Dynasty. Good at poetry, literature and lyrics.

Once, Yan Shu passed by Yangzhou. When he was tired from walking in the city, he went to Daming Temple to rest. Yan Shu entered the temple and saw many poems written on the wall. He was very interested, so he found a chair and sat down. Then, ask the attendant to read him the poem on the wall, but he is not allowed to read the name and identity of the poet. After listening to it for a while, Yan Shu felt that there was a poem that was quite good, so he asked: "Who wrote it?" The entourage replied: "The person who wrote the poem is called Wang Qi." Yan Shu asked someone to find this Wang Qi. Wang Qi was found and met with Yan Shu. Yan Shu chatted with him and got along well, so he happily invited him to dinner. After the two of them finished eating, they went for a walk in the back garden together. It was late spring now, and the ground was covered with fallen flowers. A small breeze blew by, and the petals fluttered in the wind, which was very beautiful. Yan Shu looked at it and was suddenly touched. He couldn't help but said to Wang Qi: "Mr. Wang, every time I come up with a good sentence, I write it on the wall and then think about the next sentence. But there is a sentence that I thought about. I haven't been able to think of a good sentence for several years."

Wang Qi quickly asked: "Can you please tell me what sentence it is?"

Yan Shu said: "There is nothing you can do. The flowers fall;"

Wang Qi heard this and immediately said: "Why don't you say - 'Deja Vu Yan Returns'"

The meaning of the next sentence is that the weather When the weather gets warmer, the swallows fly back from the south again. These swallows seem to have met last year.

When Yan Shu heard this, he clapped his hands and said repeatedly: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

Wang Qi's next sentence is indeed right, just like the previous one, he said All are spring scenery. Using "Swallows Return" to "Flowers Fall" is both neat and clever. It is also appropriate to use "déjà vu" to "helpless". The tones of these two sentences are exactly opposite to each other, making them very harmonious and pleasant to read.

Yan Shu liked these two sentences very much. He wrote a poem "Huanxisha", which used this couplet:

一 A glass of wine with new lyrics,

Last year’s weather was like the same pavilion.

When will the sun set?

There is no choice but the flowers fall away,

The familiar swallow returns.

The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.

The author of this poem was drinking in the garden and saw falling flowers all over the ground, and felt very sad. Although the emotional tone of the lyrics is not very high, the writing blends the scenes, which still has merit in art. Yan Shu liked the two lines "The flowers fell helplessly, and the familiar swallows returned" so much that he later used these two lines again in a seven-character poem. This is still rare in ancient Chinese poetry.

The "History of the Song Dynasty" originally said that his "articles are rich and beautiful, with endless applications. He is especially skilled in poetry, elegant and thoughtful." His lyrics were deeply influenced by Feng Yansi, and together with Ouyang Xiu, he was called "Yan Ou". The subject matter is relatively narrow, and the elements of it are largely based on Southern Tang Dynasty poetry. Because of his noble life, his poems mainly reflect the wealthy and leisurely life, as well as the feelings and worries generated in this living environment. "Huanxi Sha (There is no choice but the flowers fall away)" is his masterpiece, in which "There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return" is a famous line that has been passed down.

Occasionally, he reveals his broad-minded feelings and summarizes a philosophy of life that can inspire people. The artistic style is gentle and bright, fresh and subtle. All works are done by Xiao Ling, who is good at expressing emotions on the spot. He uses vivid and vivid images to form an artistic conception with both form and spirit. The spirit of the scene is emphasized in the description of the scene. The predecessors rated it as "more self-contained and spiritual". The language is refined and pure.

This is the main reason why his lyrics can be spread by thousands of people despite their general content. Yan Shu developed Xiaoling's writing skills and made them more proficient.

The original collection has been lost, and only more than 130 poems of "Zhuyu Ci" and "Yan Yuanxian's Posthumous Documents" compiled by the Qing Dynasty remain. He also compiled the Lei Yao (Lei Yao), a fragment of which remains today. . ("Cihai" 1989 edition)

From Qingli Zhongguan to Jixian Hall, he was a bachelor, Tongzhongshu's Pingzhangshi and Shu secret envoy. Posthumous title Yuan Xian.

The complete collection of Yan Shu's poems

Qingpingle

The small characters on the red paper say that all business is ordinary, geese are in the clouds, fish are in the water, and melancholy is difficult to express.

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The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hooks. The human face is nowhere to be seen, and the green waves are still flowing eastward.

Qingpingle

The golden breeze is gentle , the leaves of the sycamore tree fall. It is easy to get drunk when you first taste the green wine, so you fall asleep with a pillow under a small window.

The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun shines on the railing. It is the time when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.< /p>

Die Lian Hua

The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist orchids weeping dew, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light reaches the dawn and penetrates the Zhuhu.

Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. I want to send colorful notes and rulers. I know where the mountains and rivers are.

Magnolia

After Yan Hong passed away, the oriole returned, carefully calculating the thousands of thoughts that were floating around. How long it lasted for the spring dream, scattered like autumn clouds and nowhere to be found.

Wearing the harp and undressing the immortal couple, I can't keep the robes after breaking them. I advise you not to be a sober person, as there are many drunken flowers among the flowers.

Huanxisha

Time has always been limited, and it is easy to be in ecstasy after saying goodbye, and it is easy to say goodbye to wine and feasts.

The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the people in front of us.

Huanxisha

A song with new lyrics and a glass of wine, the weather of last year is the same pavilion , when will the sunset come back?

The flowers have no choice but to fall, and the familiar swallows return. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.

Huanxisha

There are double curtains in the small pavilion. As the swallows pass by, the red flakes of late flowers fall on the pavilion, and the dry shadows of the curves fall into the cool waves.

For a moment, a good wind blooms on the green curtain, and a few sparse raindrops round the lotuses, sobering up the drunken people and leaving them with a lot of sorrow.

Talking on the Shasha

The paths are sparsely red, the suburbs are full of green, and the trees on the high platform are dark and gloomy. The spring breeze does not let go of the poplar flowers, and the green leaves are thrown in the face of pedestrians.

The orioles are hiding, the red curtain separates the swallows, and the incense from the stove is quietly moving on the gossamer. When I wake up from a sad dream, the setting sun shines deep in the courtyard.

Shaking the Autumn in the Courtyard

Goodbye news Thousands of miles. It’s hard to express this regret. The green gauze autumn moon, the night rain under the sycamore trees, I can't sleep for several times.

The building is high, the eyes are broken, the sky is far away and the clouds are dark, and I can only look haggard. Reciting the red candle of Orchid Hall, my heart is long but the flame is short, and I cry to others.

Traveling on the sand

The blue sea has no waves, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away.

The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who can attach the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain.

Qingpingle

Spring flowers and autumn grass. It just makes people grow old. Always sweep away Qianshan Meidai. Don’t worry about how much you haven’t arrived yet.

I advise you to drink green wine and gold cup. Don't be bothered by the sound of the silk pipe. The rabbit is gone and the bird is flying, and life is full of twists and turns.

Qingpingle

Spring comes and autumn goes. Know where the past is. The swallow returns to fly and the orchid weeps. The scenery is irresistible.

The people in the wine market were scattered and worried. The leisure steps lean against the sycamore trees alone. I remember last year on this day, the yellow leaves were blowing from the west.

Huanxi Sand

The ice-cold jade bowl drips with dew, the powder melts and fragrant snow penetrates the gauze, and the makeup on the face at night is better than the lotus flower.

The temples are about to greet the eyebrows. In the moon, wine red has just begun to appear on the face, and the sun is setting in the west in a spring dream.

Huanxisha

Only after a long night of drinking do I wake up from the tiredness of jade, the water is agarwood, the clothes are lazily smoked, and the early plum blossoms are here The branches blooming at the edge of the sun.

After the cold snow has first dispersed and the spring breeze is about to come, the small screen is idle and the painting curtain is hung.

Qing Shang Yu

The Guanhe River is full of sorrow and thoughts, and autumn is getting late. The wild geese pass by the southern clouds, and the passers-by look back with tears.

The double luan quilt regretfully unfolds, the night is forever, and the lonely person is far away. The dream has not yet come true, and the plum blossoms smell. Stop the tube.

Tell your heartfelt feelings

The fragrance of hibiscus, golden chrysanthemums and the weather is like Double Ninth Festival. The autumn scenery in the distant village is picturesque, with sparse yellow among the mangroves.

The running water is light and blue. The sky is long and the road is vast. You can tell with your high eyes. When the wild geese come, you will think endlessly.

Pick mulberry seeds

Time only helps people grow old and does not believe in sentimentality. I will leave the pavilion with eternal regret and shed tears. It is easy to wake up with wine in a spring shirt.

The west wind blew fiercely last night, and the light moon was dimly bright. Good dreams often frightened me, and there was a sound of wild geese from a tall building.

Qingpingle

Spring has passed and autumn has come, where can we tell the past? Swallows return to fly orchids weeping dew, and the scenery cannot be retained.

In the wine stalls, people scattered grass, and I leaned against the parasol tree alone on the leisure steps. I remember last year, today, I leaned against the yellow leaves in front of me. Westerly wind.

Lovesickness

Last night we visited the spring news, the green waves on the lake were flat. We had no choice but to wind the grass around the dike, and the old traces were still there.

There was wine and What's more, it's better to have a drunken Yao drink and have a new sound on the sandalwood board. Whoever teaches the willows and thousands of silk threads will be involved in human relationships.

Qingpingle

Spring flowers and autumn grasses only make people grow old. The mountain eyebrows are swept with black and white, so don’t worry about it until it arrives.

I advise you to drink green wine and gold cups, and don’t be bothered by the sound of silk pipes. The rabbit can’t help but the black fly, and there are three situations in life.

Shaking Tingqiu

It’s hard to send this feeling of regret when you hear from me thousands of miles away. The autumn moon is green, the parasol trees are raining at night, and I can’t sleep for several times.

The building is high and the eyes are broken, and the sky is far away with clouds. Gloomy, just haggard. Reciting the red candle of Orchid Hall, the heart is long and the flame is short, and I shed tears.

Drops of gold

The plum blossoms reveal the news of spring, the willow silk is long, and the grass buds are green , Unexpectedly, the stars on the temples are white, and it is a pity to remember the time.

Lantang left the wine for the guests, facing the banquet, standing in sight, thousands of miles away, the sound and dust are separated, and everyone remembers each other.

Spring in the Jade House

Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is an easy place to go when you are young. There is a lingering dream at the top of the building at five o'clock in the morning, and the sorrow of separation at the bottom of the flower is the March rain.

Be heartless. It seems that there is so much love and bitterness, but one inch can turn into thousands of strands. When the end of the world is limited, there is only endless love.

Spring in Yulou

The water in the pond is green and the wind is warm, I remember the first time we met Yuzhen .The rhythm of the heavy song is ringing with the clang and cong, and the waist is red and dancing.

Under the jade hook railing, by the fragrant steps, I don’t know how late the sun is when I’m drunk. At that time, I was a flower appreciator, but now I have no idea. Half.

Phoenix Holding the Cup

Green apples were blown by the autumn wind last night. Infinite, dew and lotus rely on each other. Relying on Zhu Lan alone, I worry about looking at the clear sky. The empty eyes are broken, and the mountains are green in the distance.

The colorful paper is long and the brocade book is thin. Whoever believes in it, it’s hard to express love. It's a pity that there are good times, beautiful scenery, and a place of joy. Just haggard out of thin air.

Phoenix holding the cup

I cannot keep the flowers and complain about them flying away. Xiangnan Garden, emotional Yiyi. It's a pity that the branches are red and white. After staying in the rain, I left the Phi again.

Put the gold on the red threshold. I feel sad for a long time. Not to mention the period of old love and new hatred. Eyes filled with emptiness are lovesickness.

Spring in the Jade House

The golden locks lie across the Zhu Pavilion in the Jade House, the cold food and the Qingming Spring are about to break. The moon is slanting between the windows and my eyebrows are sad, and the flowers are falling outside the curtain and tears are falling.

There is no such thing as the morning clouds gathering and dispersing. How many of you can see each other at a hundred years old? If you don’t come, you won’t be in love. I will think about it thousands of times.

Spring in the Jade House

The east wind last night Returning to Liangyuan, the sun's feet are faintly added. Unscrew the green eyebrows of the willows, and cover up the red begonia noodles.

The ruthless goose in the clouds, the intentional return of Liang Shangyan. Let's stop talking about love or unintentional, don't take it easy with the wine glass Scattered.

Walking on the sand

The fine grass is worried about the smoke, and the faint flowers are shy of dew. Leaning on the railing is always a place of ecstasy. The sun is high and the deep courtyard is quiet, no one is there, and the petrels fly away every now and then.

Wearing soft robes and fragrant sticks, we have to travel a long way. Weeping willows only relieve the spring breeze, but they never allow travelers to live.

Traveling on the sand

ancestor I left the table and sang, and had a farewell banquet in the long pavilion. The fragrance and dust have been separated, but I still look back. The people and horses are reflected in the forest, and the pedestrians go and follow the waves.

The soul of the painted pavilion is lost, the eyes of the tall buildings are broken, and the setting sun only sends me a gentle wave. Far. Infinite is the sorrow of separation, and I think about it all over the world.

Picking mulberry seeds

The spring breeze lives up to Dongjun's trust and destroys all the flowers. Swallows in pairs. Still holding mud into the apricot beam.

Note: A cup of wine before flowers. Take advantage of time. Don't talk in a hurry. In the dream, I feel heartbroken.

Picking mulberry seeds

Spring comes early and dominates the fragrant season. I have expectations. Climb the wine and cherish the red flowers.

There was a violent storm all night for no reason, and the branches fell darkly. The butterfly resents and the oriole mourns. Who are you talking to when your eyes are full of spring sorrow?

Die Lian Hua

The southern geese vaguely return to the side array, the snow is falling on the wall, and the orchid buds are tender. In the middle of the night, I am tired of drinking after a dream, and the incense of the stove makes me dizzy. .

The passing years are fleeting, and the joy of the past cannot help but linger in the past. The flowering period is approaching after the end of the year, and the cold plum blossoms have already made the east wind signal.

Breaking time

When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms are behind the Qingming Festival. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves, and the day is long and the catkins are flying. . I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night. I won the fight with grass today, and smiles come from both faces.

Breaking time

The west wind sets over the lake, and the lotus flowers have fallen. Golden chrysanthemums The clusters are full of fine beads, the petrels leave their nests with light feathers, and love comes with each passing year.

A glass of fine wine is newly ripe, and several songs are heard. If we don’t get drunk together in front of you, but the time is like the sound of water, The journey has not stopped yet.

Breaking Time

The swallows are about to return, the west wind blows in the high-rise building last night. Seeking for a small meeting in the world, try to put the golden statue next to the chrysanthemums, the song will grow pink and the face will be red .

The slanting sun breaks through the curtains, and the coolness gradually creeps into the phoenix trees. I can't describe how much I have in mind. I write it in the tune of the wild paper. This feeling is countless.

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Cut the emerald green and make it red, fold it, and the fragrance will fill your sleeves. A pair of mandarin ducks have not slept enough, and they stay with each other under the leaves.

Don't look for tender lotus roots by thin strips, for fear of green thorns, The clothes hurt my hands. It’s a pity that Xu, the moon is bright and the wind is good, just after people return.

Nearly Renjiao

The spring breeze in February is full of poplar flowers, which is embarrassing More, the mood of separation. Cover your tears with a scarf, let the powder stains stain you, fight for help, and you can’t keep it.

Jade and wine are often poured, eyebrows are filled with sorrow, jejunum is broken, and the string of the zither is stringed Pillar. I don’t know where I will be after meeting in the human world. In my dream soul, I have to fly away from time to time.

The Fisherman’s Proud

A pink-faced man with a red waist and plain clothes. We met when we were picking up greenery. .Who can tell you the deep feelings, empty resentment, and dew in the night wind in the West Pool.

The setting sun on the pool covers the green trees, and the short paddle in the pool is shocked by the light rain. Where do the fallen flowers go when the water floods, and people are silent , the flow to the east has never stopped.

Yu Jia Ao

Youron comes slowly to get a glimpse of character, how can Pisces interpret the message. The green handles are tender and fragrant, and they are picked frequently, and the heart is like weaving, all strips Who keeps pulling the strings?

The pink tears are dark and the clear dew drops, and the robes are dyed with the color of the autumn river. The opposite side has no words and tenderness, separated by smoke and water, no one can say that we remember each other for a long time.

Dielianhua

The curtain is gentle and bilingual. When I woke up from drunkenness in the afternoon, catkins were flying and making a mess. The spring in my mind has not yet been seen. The remaining flowers have fallen all over the moss courtyard.

The hundred-foot red tower is full of leisurely leaning. Thin rain and thick clouds. To hide one's face even to death. The news is unknown sooner or later. The setting sun only sends flat waves far away.

Breaking Time

I remember last year on this day, the yellow flowers were all over the east fence. I once stood with a beautiful woman on a small threshold, and my body was filled with wine and fragrant flowers. Long strips hanging from the temples.

Human appearance should not be changed, Zhencong meets Fangfei again. I will look for the old path again, but the time flies by. When the wind is blowing and the dew is cold.

Treading on the sand

The green trees return to the orioles, while the carved beams bid farewell to the swallows. The spring light is gone like lightning. Don’t meditate when singing or drinking, life is limited and love is unlimited.

The weak clothes linger in the spring, and the repair moths write complaints. Qin Zheng's treasure pillars move wild geese frequently. The green and jealous person in the respect, the flowers meet each other in the moonlit night.

Huanxisha

The typhoon in Langyuan Yao reveals autumn, and the servant girl is meditating, holding a glass of wine, and wants to go home but is forced to stay late before leaving.

The good moon turns into a lonely pillow dream, the wine bottle is empty and my eyebrows are sad, and my mood is regretful at this time.

Picking mulberry seeds

The spring breeze lives up to Dongjun’s trust and destroys all the flowers. The swallows both still carry mud into their apricot beams.

It should be noted that a glass of wine before flowers takes up time. Don't talk in a hurry, otherwise you will be heartbroken in your dreams.