I would give high marks to the lyrics of Xin Qiji and Li Qingzhao

The complete collection of Li Qingzhao's poems:

Like a Dream

I often remember the sunset in the Xiting Pavilion,

Intoxicated and not knowing the way back.

Returning to the boat late after all the fun,

stuck into the depths of lotus flowers.

Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing,

Start up a pool of gulls and herons.

Like a dream

Last night it rained and the wind blew,

The remaining wine cannot be consumed by heavy sleep.

I asked the person behind the curtain,

But the road remained the same.

Do you know? Do you know?

It should be green, red and thin.

Pink lips

Lonely in the boudoir,

One inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow.

Happy spring is gone,

At what time it will rain for the flowers.

Leaning on the railings,

Just no emotion!

Where are they?

The grass is dying all over the sky,

It is impossible to see the way back.

Pink lips

Stop playing on the swing,

Get up and straighten your slender hands.

The dew is thick and the flowers are thin,

The sweat is thin and the clothes are light and transparent.

Seeing someone coming,

the gold hairpin slipped out of his stocking shovel,

and he left in shame.

Looking back as I lean against the door,

I sniff the green plums.

(This is the first poem by an anonymous person, see Volume 1 of "Hua Cao Cui Bian")

Huanxi Sand

Moxu cup is dark and rich in amber,

< p>The feeling of intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicated.

Shu Zhongji should be aware of the late wind.

The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream.

The golden bun is used to ward off the cold and the pines are tied together.

When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.

Huanxi Sha

Spring has already deepened through the idle window of the small courtyard,

The heavy curtain has not rolled up the shadows,

Leaning on the building, I am speechless and listening to the Yao Qin. .

Far Xiu comes out of the mountains to urge dusk,

The gentle wind blows and the rain makes the light cloudy,

It is hard to stop the pear blossoms from declining.

Huanxi Sha

In the cold spring weather,

The jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up.

The dream returns to the mountain pillow and hides the flowers.

Petrels will be fighting for grass in the future,

Jiangmei has passed and willows will grow,

At dusk, the rain will make the swing wet.

Huanxi Sand

The bun hurts the lazy spring and is more combed,

The plum blossoms fall in the evening breeze in the courtyard,

The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse,

The jade duck smokes the stove and the auspicious brain is idle,

The red cherry tent covers the tassels,

The rhinoceros also clears away the cold.

Huanxi Sha

The embroidered hibiscus smiles,

leans against the precious duck and kisses its fragrant cheeks,

It is only when the eye moves that people guess.

One side is full of charm and charm,

Half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred,

The moon moves and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back again.

Bodhisattva Man

The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early.

I am in a good mood with my shirt on.

It was slightly cold when I woke up,

The plum blossoms on my temples were still intact.

Where is your hometown?

Forget it unless you are drunk.

It burns when lying in water,

The fragrance disappears and the wine does not disappear.

Bodhisattva Man

The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green,

The snow falls from the window behind the back and the smoke from the furnace is straight.

The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright,

The person with the hairpin head wins the light.

The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn,

The dawn returns to the cow fight.

It is difficult to see flowers in spring,

The west wind leaves behind the old cold.

Revealing one’s true feelings

It’s too late to remove makeup at night,

The calyx of a plum blossom is inserted into a broken branch.

Waking up from alcohol breaks the spring sleep,

The dream can never be returned.

People are quiet,

The moon is shining,

The green curtain is hanging down.

More the remaining pistils,

More the remaining fragrance,

Get more time.

Good things are coming soon

The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep,

There are red piles of snow outside the curtain.

I remember that after the begonias bloomed,

it was the time of spring.

After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty,

The green vat is dark and bright.

The soul's dream is full of resentment,

There is a cry (left "Jue", right half, right "Bird").

Qingpingle

In the snow every year,

I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk,

There is no good intention in removing all the plum blossoms,

Win clothes full of tears!

This year, everywhere in the world,

The temples are blooming with beauty.

Depending on the wind coming in late,

there should be no plum blossoms.

Recalling Qin E

Lingao Pavilion,

The chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.

The smoke is thin,

After the crow returns,

I can smell the horn in the dusk.

The broken fragrance remains and the feelings are evil,

The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.

The parasol trees have fallen,

Autumn colors are still there,

Loneliness is still there.

Break through the Huanxi sand

Knead the gold into pieces,

Cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

The demeanor and spirit are like Yanfu,

too distinct.

How vulgar are the pistils?

Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and rough.

It is full of sorrow and dreams,

But it is ruthless.

Breaking through the sand of Huanxi

I started to lose my hair, and my temples were blooming.

I lay down and looked at the waning moon on the window screen.

Fry the cardamom tips into water.

Do not use it as tea.

It is a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow,

The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes,

I borrow from many people all day long,

Muxi flower.

Tianzi picking mulberry seeds

Who planted the banana tree in front of the window?

The atrium is filled with yin;

The atrium is filled with yin,

The leaves are full of heart and mind, and there is lingering emotion in the wind.

It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow,

A little bit of rain;

A little bit of rain,

I am worried about hurting the people of the north, and I am not used to it. listen!

Wulingchun

The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone.

I am tired of combing my hair at night.

Things are different and people are not the same.

I shed tears before I want to speak.

I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good,

I also plan to take a boat trip.

I am afraid that the boat on the Shuangxi River will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows.

Drunken Flower Yin

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad, and the day will last forever.

The golden beast disappears from the auspicious brain.

The Double Ninth Festival is here again,

The gauze cabinet with jade pillows,

The coolness is coming through in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli,

There is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.

There is no way out,

The west wind blows behind the curtain,

People are thinner than yellow flowers.

Nan Gezi

The stars and rivers in the sky are turning,

The curtains of the world are hanging down.

The quilt on Liang Sheng’s pillow is stained with tears.

I got up and undressed my robe and asked, what’s the night like?

The green lotus pods are small,

The gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse.

The weather is the same as the old clothes,

Only the feelings are different, the old home!

Resent to the King and Sun

The wind on the lake is vast,

Autumn is already late, and there are few red and fragrant flowers.

The scenery of the water, the mountains, and the people,

are indescribably wonderful.

The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves,

washed with green dew and apple blossoms.

The gulls and herons sleep in the sand and do not look back.

It seems that they hate it and return home early.

Partridge Sky

The windows are locked in the cold sun,

The phoenix tree should hate the frost at night.

The wine shop prefers the bitter taste of Tuancha,

The fragrance of Ruinao is preferred when dreams are broken.

Autumn is over,

the days are still long,

Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate.

It is better to get drunk in front of Fenzun,

Don’t bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.

Partridge Sky

Dark, light yellow, soft in nature,

Love is far away, only the fragrance remains.

Why should it be light blue and deep red?

It is naturally the best among flowers.

Plum blossoms are jealous,

Chrysanthemums should be ashamed,

The painting railings are open to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Scholars can be ruthless.

Why didn’t things come to an end?

Jade House Spring

Red Plum

The red plum blossoms are willing to put the buds into pieces,

Exploring the southern branches and blooming all over?

I don’t know how long it has been brewing,

but it contains infinite meaning.

The Taoist is haggard under the spring window,

It is boring and damaged, and I am worried about not leaning on it.

If you want to look down, come and rest.

It may not be possible tomorrow.

Xiaochhong Mountain

Spring arrives in Changmen and the grass is green.

The red plum blossoms are broken and

are not evenly blooming.

The cage of green clouds grinds jade into dust,

Leaves a dream of dawn,

Shocks a spring.

The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door,

The sparse curtains cover the pale moon,

It is a good dusk.

I lost to Dong Jun for the third time in the second year.

I am back.

I want to spend this spring.

A cut of plum blossoms

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat.

Easy to untie Luo Shang,

Go into the orchid boat alone.

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book?

When the wild goose returns,

The moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows.

A kind of lovesickness,

Two places of leisurely sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling,

I just lower my brows,

But it is in my heart.

Linjiang Fairy

Ouyang Gong's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" contains the sentence "deep, deep and deep", which I love very much. Use its language as "the courtyard is deep

deep" for several ques, and its sound is the same as the old "Linjiang Immortal".

The courtyard is a little deeper,

The cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed,

The willow shoots and plum calyx gradually become clearer,

Spring returns Moling tree,

People build Kangcheng when they are old.

How many things have happened when I felt the moon and chanted in the wind,

Now I am old and have no achievements,

Who can pity the haggard and become more useless,

Testing the lamp It's boring,

I'm not in the mood for walking in the snow.

Linjiang Fairy

Plum Blossom

The courtyard is a little deeper,

Spring is late in the cloud window and fog pavilion,

< p>For who is haggard and loses her beauty?

It is good to have clear dreams at night,

It should be from the south branch.

The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful.

The Qiang pipes in the south tower will stop playing.

Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away?

The warm wind will be delayed by the sun.

Don’t let the apricot blossoms grow fat.

Die Lian Hua

The warm sun and sunny wind have just broken through the frost,

Willow eyes and plum blossoms,

already feel the heartbeat of spring.

Who has sex with the drunkenness and poetry?

The tears melt into the remaining pink flowers.

At first try to clip the gold thread seam on the shirt,

The mountain pillow is tilted,

The hairpin head phoenix is ??damaged by the pillow.

There is no good dream when you are alone and full of sorrow.

The night is still full of lanterns and flowers.

Die Lianhua

Sisters sent to Changle Hall

The clothes are wet with tears and full of makeup,

Four stacks of Yangguan,

p>

Sing it thousands of times.

Human Dao Mountain is long and the water is cut off,

The gentle rain in Xiaoxiao is heard in the lonely hall.

It’s sad to say goodbye, but we are in chaos,

I forgot to leave,

The wine cup is deep and shallow,

so that I can keep the music by heart Passing wild geese,

Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.

Die Lianhua

Shangsi has summoned relatives

The eternal night is full of joy,

Empty dream of Chang'an,

Recognize Chang'an Road.

To report the good spring scenery this year,

It is better to take pictures of flowers and moonlight.

Although the cups and plates are careless,

The wine is beautiful and the plums are sour,

It is just right for a person’s embrace.

Don’t laugh when you are drunk and arranging flowers.

Poor people will grow old like spring.

The fisherman's pride

The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected.

The stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing;

As if the soul of a dream has returned to the emperor. ,

Hearing Tianyu,

asked me diligently where I was going.

I report that the road is long and the sun is setting,

There are amazing lines in the poetry;

The wind and power of ninety thousand miles are rising,

The wind stopped, and the boat blew away the three mountains.

The fisherman's pride

It is known in the snow that spring has arrived,

The cold plum trees are dotted with delicate branches,

The fragrant face is half-opened and charming,

While in the court,

The beautiful woman takes a bath and washes off her new makeup.

Catalogue may be intentional,

Therefore, the moon shines brightly.

***The bounty respects the green ants,

Don’t be drunk,

This flower cannot be compared with other flowers.

/p>

I hate that it’s too late to explore the plum blossoms this year.

Jianglou Chu Pavilion,

The water is far between the clouds.

The clear day lasts forever,

The green curtain is rolled low against the railing.

The guests came,

The wine in front of you was full,

The singing was so loud that the water flowed and the clouds stopped.

The southern branches can be planted,

need to be pruned frequently,

Don’t wait for the west tower,

several Qiang pipes.

(This is the first poem written by an unknown person, see Volume 9 of "Meiyuan")

Xing Xiangzi

Qixi Festival

The crickets sing in the grass,

The parasol trees fell in shock,

The world and the sky are full of sorrow.

Cloud steps, moon and earth,

Thousands of locks.

Even if you come and go,

If you go, you will not meet each other.

The magpie rides on the star bridge,

It takes many years to see each other,

If you want to leave your love, don’t hate it and be poor.

Morning Glory and Weaver Girl,

More than Li Zhong.

It will be sunny for a moment,

It will rain for a moment, and it will be windy for a moment.

Xing Xiangzi

The sky and the autumn light,

The love turns to grief,

Exploring Jin Yingzhi is approaching the Double Ninth Festival.

First try on thin clothes,

New taste of green ants,

Some wind,

Some rain,

< p>It's cool.

In the courtyard at dusk,

It is desolate and panic-stricken,

When I wake up, I am worried about the past.

It’s an eternal night,

The bright moon is an empty bed.

Hear the sound of the anvil pounding,

The sound of crickets is thin,

The sound of leaking is long.

Gu Yaner

People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is vulgar. I tried to write an article and found out that the preface was not unreasonable.

Rising up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent,

There are endless words and wonderful thoughts.

The ashes of smoke are broken and the jade furnace is cold,

My feelings are like water.

Three sounds of the flute,

The heart of the plum blossom is broken,

How much spring love.

The light wind and rain rustled the ground,

Thousands of tears fell again.

The flute player left the jade tower empty,

Who does he lean on with a broken heart?

One branch can be broken off,

On earth and in heaven, there is no one worthy of sending it.

The courtyard is full of beauty

The small pavilion hides spring,

The idle window closes the day,

The painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet.

The seal incense is burned out,

The curtain hooks are under the shadow of the sun.

It is better to plant Jiangmei by hand,

Why bother to climb the building next to the water?

No one is here,

The loneliness is like being in Yangzhou.

Always,

Such as rhyme wins,

It’s embarrassing to rain,

Can’t stand the wind.

Whose horizontal flute can play the deep sorrow?

Don't hate it when the fragrance fades away.

It is necessary to trust the truth and sweep away the traces.

It is difficult to describe,

The moon is dim in a good window,

The sparse shadows are still romantic.

The courtyard is full of fragrance

The fragrant grass pond,

The green courtyard,

The late clear and cold weather penetrates the window screen.

□□Golden lock,

Guan it is a guest coming [Kou Sha].

On the table in front of Lonely Lord,

Only □□, the ends of the earth.

Can I stay?

酴[酉縻] is gone,

It still depends on □□.

In those days,

were awarded a prize,

burned the sleeves with incense,

distributed the tea over the live fire.

□□The dragon and the charming horse,

The flowing water and the light carriage.

Don’t be afraid of the violent wind and rain,

The flowers are left in the wine,

Now,

cannot be embraced,

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It looks like the old days.

(□: the original word is missing)

Reminiscing about playing the flute on the Phoenix stage

The fragrant and cold golden beast,

Being turned into a red wave ,

Get up and comb your hair.

Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust,

The sun goes up to the curtain hook.

I am afraid of the pain of separation,

There are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop.

Newly thin,

not dry disease wine,

not sad autumn.

Have a rest!

Go back this time,

Thousands of times to Yangguan,

It will be difficult to stay.

Those who read Wuling are far away,

The Qin Tower is locked in smoke.

Only the running water in front of the building,

You should miss me and stare at me all day long.

Where I stare,

From now on, there is a new sadness.

A new sorrow.

The sound is slow

Looking and searching,

Desolate and deserted,

Desolate and miserable.

It is most difficult to catch your breath when it is warm and then cold.

Three cups and two cups of light wine,

How can I defeat him, and the wind comes late?

The wild geese are passing by,

I am sad,

But we are old acquaintances.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers.

Gaunt and damaged,

Who is worthy of being picked off now?

Guarding the window,

How can one be dark alone?

The phoenix trees also drizzle,

At dusk, bit by bit.

This time,

Why is the word "sorrow" so great!

Celebrate the Qing Dynasty slowly

The prohibitions are low and low,

The railings are skillfully protected,

The remaining spring is monopolized in the middle.

The guest is standing there indifferently,

It is both charming and naive.

After the flowers have passed,

A new look will appear.

Enchanting and gorgeous,

Jealous at the wind and the moon,

Long (evil belt) Dongjun.

Beside the east city,

on Nanmo,

Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion,

race walking on the incense wheel.

The beautiful feast is over,

Who can succeed Fang Chen?

/p>

No matter the dusk.

Nian Nujiao

Spring Love

The courtyard is deserted,

It is windy and drizzling again,

The heavy door must be closed .

Pampering willows and delicate flowers, cold food is near,

All kinds of annoying weather.

Poems with dangerous rhymes are made,

Hold your head to sober up,

It is not the taste of leisure.

Zhenghong has passed away,

It is difficult to express thousands of worries.

It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs,

The curtains hang down on all sides,

The jade railings lean against them.

The cold fragrance dispels new dreams,

Don’t worry about others.

The clear morning dew flows,

The new tung trees are introduced for the first time,

What a spring outing!

The sun is high and the smoke is gathering,

Do you think it will be sunny today?

Eternal Happiness

The setting sun melts gold,

The dusk clouds merge together,

Where are the people?

The willows are dyed with thick smoke,

The plum flute is played with resentment,

How much do you know about the spirit of spring?

Lantern Festival,

The weather is harmonious,

Will there be no wind and rain?

Come and summon me, bring you a car and a BMW,

Thank you for your wine, friends, and poets.

It is a prosperous day in Zhongzhou,

There is a lot of time in the boudoir,

Remember to focus on the three and five.

Put green crowns,

Grow gold and snow willows,

Strive to support Chu.

Now I am haggard,

The wind and frost on my temples,

Afraid to go out at night.

It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.

Dolly

Ode to White Chrysanthemum

The small building is cold,

The night is long and the curtains are drooped.

Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain,

The night comes and rubs the Qiong muscles.

It's not like the imperial concubine's drunk face, nor is it like Sun Shou's frown.

Han Ling stole the fragrance,

Xu Niangfu fan,

Don’t compare it to something new,

Look carefully, Qu Ping Tao Ling ,

The charm is just right.

The breeze rises,

The fragrance is brewing,

It does not reduce the fragrance.

Autumn is approaching,

The snow is clear and the jade is thin,

I rely on people infinitely.

It seems like melancholy condensation, Hanfu undressing,

It seems like tears spilling, Wan fan writing poems.

The moon is bright and the breeze is bright,

The smoke is thick and the rain is dark,

Tianjiao is haggard and thin.

No matter how much I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on.

The favor is good,

Why do we need to remember it more,

Zepan Dongli.

Longevity and Longevity

Birthday in Nanchang

Welcome to the slightly cold weather,

Look at the six leaves beside the sun,

Level [艹明] first show.

I love the scenery and want to hang the hibiscus.

The remaining silver arrows are leaking out.

The spoon is returned to the shaking bucket.

On this occasion of celebrating Gao Hong,

A bright pearl is cut in the palm of my hand.

If you have good character and grace,

you will meet your sweetheart.

To this day,

the hall is filled with nobles and nobles.

Glory,

Walking in the Forbidden City,

Gold medals and green ribbons.

It is more worthy of Tangdi and Yin,

The tiger symbolizes Xiong Shi,

Jiahe is guarded separately.

Kang Qingyun is close at hand,

After entering Chengming day and night.

Looking at the colorful clothes competing for offerings,

The orchid is ashamed of the jade wine.

Wish you a long life,

Bless your life by pointing to the pine tree.

Reduced word magnolia

Selling flowers on the pole,

Buy a branch ready for spring.

The tears are stained lightly and evenly,

There are still traces of the dawn dew.

Panlang guessed,

Slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles.

The hairpins on the temples are slanted,

The disciples have to teach Lang to compare and look at them.

Rui Partridge

Double Ginkgo

Charm and grace are not enough,

The sweet orange in front of you can be a slave.

Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes?

My jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither.

Who taught you how to pick branches by their stems?

After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen.

It’s really interesting for lay people to break it up.

I want to sing about the new flavor of the two families.

There are too many poems by Xin Qiji, here are some selected ones:

Moyuer (Chunxi Jihai, moved from Hubei to Hunan, and his fellow official Wang Zhengzhi built a wine hill pavilion as a poem)

It can better eliminate wind and rain. In a hurry, spring returns. I cherish spring and always regret that the flowers bloom early, not to mention the numerous red ones that fall. Live in spring. He said, "The grass at the end of the world is lost in the way back." Resenting the spring is silent. Even though I am only diligent, I paint the cobwebs on the eaves and fly catkins all over the place.

It’s a matter of Nagato’s affairs, but the date of the wedding was planned incorrectly. Mo Mei was once jealous. Even if I spend thousands of gold to buy a gift, who will complain about my love? Jun Mowu. Don’t you see, the jade rings and flying swallows are all dust. Idle sorrow is the most painful. Don't go and lean on the dangerous building, where the setting sun is setting and the willows are breaking your heart.

Catching fish (watching the tide, Prime Minister Ye)

Watching the flying gulls and herons in mid-air. In a moment, the ground was buzzing with drums. They cut off the river and drove the mountain away, but the fierce battle failed to capture the brave tiger. Morning and evening. As a matter of fact, Wu'er is not afraid of the dragon's anger. The storm calmed down. Watch the red turtles fly away in fright, the jumping fish jump straight up, and they dance on the waves.

Who asks, thousands of miles long whale swallows. It's a child's play in the world. The monstrous force is exhausted and I know what is going on. The white horse is driving eastward. Hateful place. The way of human nature is that Zixu's injustice and anger will last forever. Fame is self-defeating. He taught Tao Zhu, and the five lakes were in the west, and a group of people made mist and rain.

Qinyuan Spring (the new house with the lake is about to be completed)

The three paths have just been completed, the cranes are resentful and the apes are frightened, and the garden is in the future. It is said that Yunshan sincerely promises to have a peaceful business life, and people in well-dressed and smiling clothes can bear the dust of death. When the mind is tired, it is necessary to return, and when the body is free, it is better to be early. How can it be used for water shield soup and perch? On the Qiujiang River, I watched the wild geese ducking away from the frightened strings, and the boats returning from the rough waves.

Donggang renovated the thatched house. It's better to open the windows facing the water. If you want to fish in a small boat, you should first plant willows and sparse fences to protect bamboos so as not to hinder the viewing of plum blossoms. Autumn chrysanthemums are worth eating, and spring orchids are admirable. Leave them to your own hands. I have been pondering for a long time, fearing that the king's favor has not been promised, and this intention lingers.

Qinyuanchun (send Zhao Jiangling back east, then use the previous rhyme)

Standing in Xiaoxiang, the yellow swans fly high, hoping that you will not come. Being blown down by the east wind, the Xijiang River is talking to each other, shouting urgently to fight for wine, and whirling the wind to conquer the river. But it's strange that a man with such heroic appearance as a king still owes thousands of miles to the title of a prince. Empty victory, a good saying from the south of the Yangtze River, can only be answered.

The brocade sail boat is used for fasting. The shadows of the snowy river spread over the sky. I remember that when I went to Nanpu, I sent you to cut down the willow trees. When you met the messenger, you climbed the plum blossoms for me. In front of Luomao Mountain, under the Eagle Calling Platform, flowers of humanity are planted all over the county. Don't ask any questions, just look at the flying wings hovering high in the sky.

Shuilongyin (for Hannanjian Shangshu Jiachen's birthday)

The horse that crosses the river comes from the south, and these people are really good at economics. Chang'an elders, the scenery of Xinting is still pitiful. The people of Yifu, Shenzhou and Lu, have looked back several times. Counting an army thousands of miles apart, merit and fame are what they are, true Confucianism, do you know it?

Kang Youwen has a lot of troubles. Facing Tongyin and Manting the clear day. I fell to the ground back then, but now I'm trying to see how the wind and clouds are running. The green fields are full of wind and smoke, the grass and trees of Pingquan are green, and the songs and wine of Dongshan are beautiful. In his new year, I will put things in order for my husband to live longer.

Shuilongyin (The following year, Nanjian uses the previous rhyme as Pushou. Pu and Gong’s birthdays are one day apart, and they will live together in Nanjian)

The Jade Emperor’s palace is slightly cool, Let’s try the Xunfeng hand again. The halberd is painted on the high gate, and the Tongyin Pavilion Road is as green as ever. Lan Pei Kong Fang, who is jealous of her eyebrows, is speechless and scratches her head. But every year, on the Huhan Fortress, people argue about whether the police are safe.

The golden seal will be like a bucket next year. Go to Zhongzhou and Jinyi in the daytime. It was still a grand event, with Diao Chan and Feng Lin flying away. Wealth and wealth are floating in the clouds. I judge Xuan Mian not as well as a glass of wine. When I am waiting for you, I will drink heavily and accompany Zhuang Chun in his longevity.

Shui Long Yin (Dengjian Kang Shangxin Pavilion)

The clear autumn is thousands of miles away, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The sun is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and patted the railings all over, but no one understood me.

Don’t say that the bass is worth it. The west wind has gone, and the season eagle has not returned. Asking for fields and houses, fearing that he should be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the passing years, the sorrow and wind and rain, the trees are still like this. Who is Qian, calling for Yingying's green sleeves, _hero's tears.

The river is full of red (congratulations to King Xuanzi for his birth to the Hunan bandits)

When the drummer returned, he raised his whip and asked, "How is it like Zhuge?" Humanity is, in a hurry, in May, crossing Lu goes deep. The white feathers in the wind make the tigers noisy, and the green stream road is cut off and the orangutans cry. Early in the world of mortals, one ride fell to Pinggang, and Jie Shu was in a hurry.

Thirty thousand volumes, Long Tao Ke. If you don't get it, the article is powerful. Put the poems and books on the horse, and smile to drive away the dysprosium. The golden seal will be as big as a bucket next year, but Diao Chan will come out of his pocket. Waiting for the engraving of Gong and Xunye to the Yunmao River Stone.

The river is full of red (send Tang Chaomei back to the golden altar on his own)

The miasma is full of smoke and rain, and it has been a dream for ten years. Please stop talking about it. Spring is just right, the peaches and plums in my hometown are waiting for you to bloom. It’s time for children to worship with tears in front of the lamp, and to return to the chicken and dolphin community. Look still, the tongue is firmly in the teeth and the heart is as iron.

The hand of governing the country is the bones of the feudal prince. There is a lot of sweat and a lot of sweat. After finishing it, the poems and books will be honored. I usually miss you when I return home, but now I hate to see you again in middle age. There is more love in the smiling river head and the bright moon, but it is lacking tonight.

Man Jiang Hong (sending Li Zhengzhi to Shu for punishment)

The road to Shu reaches the sky, and a cup of wine is sent to travelers in embroidered clothes. He also lamented that he was sick in middle age and could not bear to say goodbye. Look at Zhuge Biao in the northeast, and look at the grass in the southwest like a whisper. Paying fame and honor to the princes is like a pen in the rafters.

Don’t let your children shed tears. Jingchu Road, I can tell. I need to prepare new poems, the scenery of Lujiang and mountains. The eternal waves at Chibijitou, the third watch of the moon on Tongtan Road. When the plum blossoms are blooming and the snow is deep, we must remember each other.

The River is Red (Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away)

Hurry up to the west building, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e if she is lonely and cold. Ying Huafa.

The clouds are full of liquid and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.

Manjianghong (a poem written on the left-behind table by Health Shi Zhidao)

The wings hang down in the sky, smiling at the world, which is nothing. Also towards the depths of Jiuzhong, a jade-stepped mountain stands. He has precious lights and five colors in his pocket, and he will mend the sky in the northwest every year. And come back, talk and laugh, protect the Yangtze River, the waves are clear and green.

Beautiful land, Uncle Wenwen. The golden thread sings, the red tooth claps. Watch the statue fly down in front of you and see the news from the sun. Expecting the dream of Baoxiang Huangge, I still paint the boat and the Qingxi flute. Now, I will make an appointment with Zhongshan, and we have known each other for a long time.

The river is full of red (Prefect Chen Jiling was presented at the banquet in Ganzhou)

The setting sun is vast, the wind is steady, and the sails are weak. I still remember, the eyebrows coming and going, the scenery of the mountains and rivers. A tired guest doesn't know where he is or how far away he is, and the news of the beautiful woman's return has been revealed. When he came back, he just sent the clouds to visit the king's guests.

How to get these things. Know that there is hatred, don’t remember it again. But Chutian was special, and the dusk clouds were green. The passing of time is not as good as one wishes, and in all likelihood, one's head will be gray now. Xiao Jiangzhou and Sima are too sentimental and their green shirts are wet.

Man Jiang Hong (Jiang Xing and Yang Jiweng Yun)

When you pass by Xishan, you will see strange places that look like you, and you have known them before. In a dream, I travel all over the country, south and north of the Yangtze River. You have to carry a stick with you on the best paths, it can take away a few taels of clogs in a lifetime. Laughing at the dust, thirty-nine years have passed, and I have been a guest for a long time.

Wuchu land, demolished in the southeast. Heroic things, Cao Liu is the enemy. It was blown away by the west wind, leaving no trace. Lou Guan has just grown up and has gone, and the flags are white before they are rolled up. Sighing at the world, sorrow and joy turn to find each other, the present is still the same as the past.

The river is full of red (send Zheng Shun to be called upon as a doctor)

Huhai has lived his whole life, and his beard is as green as a halberd. When the king hears the truth, he takes care of it and makes long-term plans for peace. This old man has a hundred thousand soldiers, and Chang'an is in the northwest of the sky. Then Phoenix and Feizhao came down from the sky to urge them to return home.

Cars on the road, children crying. The wind and rain are dark, and the flags are wet. Look at wild plum blossoms and willows, news from the east wind. Don't talk to Zhuan Temple and laugh, the pines and bamboos are colorless now. Ask the world, who cares about the sorrow of separation, what is in the cup.

Manjianghong (the rhyme of You Nanyan and Fan Kuo)

Smilingly photographing the Hongya, asking who cut the thousand-foot-high green rock. It’s still the same, white horse in the west wind, north village and south country. It seems that the monk's house is in chaos, and he is spitting out forest smoke when he wants to swallow it. I feel that everything in the world will fall when autumn comes.

Let’s fight for wine and drink with you. □Xiaoyin, looking for a secluded appointment. Let Ding Ning rest, Beishan Yuanhe. If a deer comes from the canal and asks for a deer dream, the fish that is not a fish will definitely enjoy the unknown. When I look up, the birds respond to me, and when I look back I make the mistake.

Manjianghong (Professor Yu Shanfu paid a farewell visit when he was ill, and sent it to me when he was ill)

Qu Jiefu, the abbot came to ask about his illness. More night rain, don't go in a hurry, a cup of north and south. Don't let anything interfere with your hair. It's time to sleep and eat well. The most unforgettable, this sentence emphasizes diligence and sincerity.

West Huan Road, East Rock. The place where we joined hands remains today. Hope that we will still be there again, and the old alliance will be as good as before. Don't believe that Penglai is separated from the wind and waves, but the sky has its own power to lift people. Missing plum blossoms all night long, no news.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Meng Ou)

I love the lake very much, thousands of feet of green dome. Mr. Zhang has nothing to do and walks a thousand times a day. All the gulls and birds who have made an alliance with me, after today's alliance, please do not speculate on each other's comings and goings. Wherever the white crane is, try to come with it.

Break the green duckweed, remove the green algae, and stand up the green moss. The peeping fish laughs at your crazy plan, and raises my cup in confusion. Waste swamps and barren hills are past. On this night of bright moon and clear breeze, there is so much joy and sorrow in the world. There is less green shade on the east bank, and more willow trees need to be planted.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Tangpo sees harmony, uses rhyme to express thanks)

The golden tower is shot in the daytime, and the tiger and leopard open the nine gates. I see you often give me advice, and you can save the world with your high opinions. Be loyal and courageous through the ages. Don’t be surprised by the past events. Political fears are unavoidable, and news is coming day by day.

Laughing at my house, the door is covered with grass and the path is covered with moss. If your hands are useless, you need to cup the crab claws. Talking about swordsmanship and poetry, dancing drunkenly and singing like crazy, I feel so miserable. Baifa Ning has seeds, planted one by one when he wakes up.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (moved from Hubei to Hunan, the commander-in-chief Wang and Zhao Shou set up a wine south building and left a farewell message at the banquet)

Break all the willows in Wuchang and hang them on the banquet in Xiaoxiang. In the second year of my life on the Yuniao River, I laughed at my busy schedule. When will you stop asking about wealth and honor? It is hateful to leave the middle age, and you will be haggard and have frost on your temples. Silk, bamboo and pottery are written on the ears, and the feathers are flying quickly.

Preface to Orchid Pavilion, sing about Red Cliff, and embroider fragrant clothes. He sent you thousands of cavalry to encourage him, and made him look like the prince of Han Dynasty. Don't sing "Liju" too often. It's a pity that the beauty of the south tower is already desolate. It's good to be poor at home, this is a good idea.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (nine-day tour of Yundong and Hannan Jianyun)

What day will it be today, and for whom will the yellow chrysanthemum bloom. Yuan Mingman loves Chongjiu, Xiongci loves Cui Wei. Wine has nothing to do with people. If you can't do it yourself, who will send you in white clothes? Drunk, use a western fan to block dust everywhere.

For public drinking, three hundred cups are required per day. Looking east from the high point of this mountain, you can see Penglai in the clouds. When Yifeng and Luan Gong left, he dropped his hat and took over my affairs. He fell ill and went on stage. There is a bright moon on the way back, and human figures are lingering.

Shui Tiao Song Tou (replying to Li Ziyong in rhyme)

Don’t express your anger, try to understand each other with one sentence. On the carriage road in Chang'an, Cui Wei rises from the ground. I have been ashamed of Yuan Ming for a long time. I only used this old man to wash my hands and write on the plain wall when I came back. The slanting sun shines through the void, and thousands of rays fly across it.

To end my life, I hold a crab on my left and a cup on my right.

Buy a mountain and plant cloud trees yourself, and there will be smoke and rain under the mountain. Hundreds of refinements have become a circle of fingers, everything must be said to be good, and there are many platforms in this world. Liu Lang is even more laughable. He just finished watching Hua Hui.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (and Wang Zhengzhi’s right secretary Wujiang watching the snow)

Creation is so heroic, jade luan flies thousands of miles. Wait for more, Wanhuo Qiong powder covers Poli. The curling rainbow hangs thousands of feet high, only the curling stone is placed, and the road to the sea of ??clouds should be lost. Lao Tzu's old travel place, looking back at Meng Yefei.

Relegated to immortals, accompanied by gulls and birds, forgetting the opportunity. Lift your beard, drink wine and smile, the poem is in the west of the sail. I send a message to my old friend in Yanbo. I heard that the water shield and the perch are beautiful. I will stop making the water shield clothes. The upper realm is full of government officials, and the sweat is all over the emperor's period.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Zhou Ci Yangzhou and Ren Yun)

The setting sun is filled with dust, and Hu Qi is hunting in the clear autumn. The Han family has a hundred thousand people training, and they are in high-rise buildings. Who knows how to throw a whip and fly across, recalling the past when the blood-stained birds sang and the Buddha and the fox were worried about the wind and rain. Ji Zi was young and had a horse with black mink fur.

Now that I am old and scratching my white head, I passed through Yangzhou. When I feel tired of swimming and want to go to the river, I plant thousands of tangerines in my hands. The two guests visited the scenic spots in the southeast and the business of thousands of poems and books, trying to make plans with you. Don't shoot at the Nanshan tiger, look for the rich people.

Shui Diao Ge Tou (rhymes with Zheng Shun Juzhuan)

Everything turns white, the sun and the moon are in the east and west. There are nine twists and turns in the sheep's intestines, but I am accustomed to following the path. In front of the bamboo trees, the wind and the moon flow over the stream, and the elders of the chicken and wine shop meet each other with a smile. Who can realize this joy? There is a dark giant outside the sky.

Taste of life, the public and I are definitely not the same. The golden horse in the Yutang has its own good places and is a poet. I like to lock the windows with clouds and smoke, but I am afraid that they will enter the painting and fly away without a trace. This sentence is even more crazy, and it is really a tiger's head.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou (seventy years old in Han Nanjian)

In ancient times, eight thousand years was one spring and autumn. Unexpectedly, on this day, I have just passed my seventieth birthday. Look at the wings of clouds hanging in the sky, the wind of ninety thousand miles is blowing down, swimming with creation. If you want to count the years, you should ask Zhuang Zhou.

Drunk in the waves, singing gracefully and dancing gently. From now on, I will stay in the southern stream of Zhanggui for you during the day. I heard that Jun, the Emperor of Heaven, frequently served jade and spring wine, and wore crowns and crowns to support the dragon tower. Hurry up to the stars and move your name to Jin Ou.

Congratulations to the bridegroom (with narcissus)

My clothes are cold while lying in the clouds. Look at Xiao Ran, before the wind and under the moon, and the shadows by the water. Luo socks and dust are born in Lingbo, and the soup is covered with mist and the river is vast. Love it a little, and it will turn yellow into a halo. I don’t remember the time when we met, but I was very affectionate, and my fragrance formed a formation for me. Wait for the tears and collect the remaining powder.

Lingjun has always been filled with hatred. □At that time, I forgot in a hurry, this immortal inscription. The mist and rain are desolate and confusing, and the green mantle is shaking. The writing is written, and the Yaoqin is indignant. No one has the talent to summon the soul when the string is broken, but the gold cup shines brightly on the silver platform. Worried about drinking, and sober alone.

Niannujiao (He Nanjian Zaijiu, I saw the snow tower and watched the snow)

The old appreciation of the Rabbit Garden, the traces of sadness and the flying birds are all over the mountains. On the road with a silver cup on the river, only the south branch is fragrant. Everything is new and strange. A night on the green hills makes my head turn white first. Leaning against the rocks and thousands of trees, the jade dragon flies up to Qiongque.

Don’t miss the mist-haired servant girl, trying to teach you how to ride a crane, and go to make an appointment with the month before. I grind the frozen inkstone with the poet and scan the new orchid garden. Then I would like to sweat in the human world and leave a layer of ice and cleanness. What's the matter with this gentleman? It's easy to lose your waist if you come late.

Nian Nujiao (with the rhyme of white peonies and Fan Kuo)

How similar are the flowers, like the first disciple of the Wu Palace, surrounded by green and red formations. She wants to laugh but is still shy and silent, but she is alluring and charming. The green cover is romantic, the name on the toothpick, the old reward is worth saving. The fragrance of the sky is dyed with dew, and when dawn comes, who's clothes will be moisturized?

My favorite is making jade cakes. I won one and went to Yangzhou to sing. The people in the beautiful house with golden plates are not awake yet, the swallows are flying and the spring is over. What I most recall is that in the north of the Agarwood Pavilion, there was endless hatred in the spring breeze. Stop asking when you are drunk, the flowers are sleeping with a cold fragrance late at night.

Let’s talk about Qingzhao first. Li Qingzhao, following Liu Yong, Qin Guan, and Zhou Bangyan, is known as the "Graceful Sect". Her words are more delicate and vivid, fresh and smooth, clear and natural, and full of emotion.

Xin Qiji is a representative of the patriotic poetry school in the Southern Song Dynasty and a representative of the bold poetry school in the two Song Dynasties. His poetry inherited and developed Su Shi's bold style and pushed the creation of patriotic poetry to its peak. His lyrics sang the strongest voice of that era, full of patriotic enthusiasm that shared the same hatred of the enemy.