Huanxisha poems

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers ①, village south village north ringing car ②. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.

The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. Knock on the door and ask the savage.

Second, Huanxisha 1- Su Shi

Swimming in Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The running water in front of the door can still go west! Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken.

Three. Huanxisha (Song Dynasty)-Su Shi

On December 24th, the seventh year of Yuanfeng, from Liu Shu in Sizhou to Nanshan 1.

The drizzle makes people feel a little chilly. Light smoke clears the beach. It's getting longer and longer to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing No.2 Middle School.

Snow foam, milk flowers, floating noon lights 3,

Polygonum Artemisia Try bamboo shoots in spring dish 4. Human taste is pure happiness.

Fourth, Huanxisha-ji zi Su Shi

Spring injury is even more unintentional, the evening wind falls in the early courtyard of Mei, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.

Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Huanxisha-Li Qingzhao

Embroidered hibiscus smiles. Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know

On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.

6. Huanxisha (Song Dynasty)-Li Qingzhao

According to Xu Mo's cup, it is dark amber. It melted before getting drunk, so it's time to come late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

Seven, Huanxisha-Li Qingzhao

In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.

In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Eight, Huanxisha-Li Yu

The red sun is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds incense to the beast for the second time, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.

Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.

Nine, Huanxisha-Yan Shu

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.

X. Huanxisha-Yan Shu

There are swallows in the heavy curtain of the pavilion, and the bonus leaves the court at night. The dry shadow of the roll column enters the cold wave.

For a while, the wind gives birth to a green curtain, and for a while, the raindrops round the lotus. People who wake up after drinking are too worried.

Xi。 Huanxisha-Yan Shu

The jade bowl in the boudoir is covered with ice, and water drops are condensed at the edge of the bowl. Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers.

After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks. Sleeping during the day and sunset under the sun are all the first awakening of the spring dream.

12. Huanxisha-Yan Shu

I have always been young and limited, and it is easy to be ecstatic when I leave. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.

Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. It is better to pity the present.

Thirteen. Huanxisha-Su Shi

The wind pressure swirled on the catkin-covered water. After the rain, swallows built their nests in the pond. Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes.

There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge. My deep feelings are only known by falling flowers.

Fourteen Huanxisha-Qinguan

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.

15. Huanxisha-Zhangxian Building

Standing on the river, 100 feet high, the smoke from the kitchen has not yet returned, when will it be like a river tide?

16. Huanxisha-Yan Dao Ji

In February, the breeze came to Bicheng, and thousands of strands of green greeted each other, dancing, smoking, sleeping and raining.

The makeup mirror steals leaves from the eyebrows and borrows branches from the music. Late autumn frost is merciless.

17. Huanxisha-(Song) Yan

Singing red plums is fragrant, and willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep. Stop the clouds and send them away.

Only when his freewheeling sleeves are wet can he sing a song against Diane's eyebrows. At the end of the Song Dynasty, Yan Chai's beam was damaged.

18. Huanxisha-Yan Dao Ji

Every day, eyebrows are long and clouds are floating. Don't marry your heart

Pour wine and fan the lyrics, and the flowers are like dancing clothes. Spring burst into tears and said it was bleak.

Nineteen. Huanxisha-Su Shi

Thousands of miles of wind and waves don't remember Su, and there are thousands of cars in the snow. But it's full. I'm sorry.

Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Hand tweezers cream beard bottle.

Twenty, Huanxisha-Su Shi

Xuzhou Shitan thanked the rain and wrote five songs on the road. Tancheng is 20 miles east of the city, which often corresponds to the increase or decrease of turbidity in Surabaya. Seeing the fish in the dark red sun, even the village turned green and black, and the yellow children and the old people got together. Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't need to bark when they smell drums. When they come back, they will talk to Sanggu. Turn on the red makeup to see the princess, the 3355 barbed fence door, rows of hairpin passing through the skirt. Young and old help the wheat harvest club, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village, and the road is drunk at dusk. The hemp leaves are shining layer by layer, who cooks cocoon fragrance village? The fence is charming and the words are distorted. Hang a white stick and lick your eyes? ? Soft and hungry, when will the bean leaves turn yellow?

] 2 1. Huanxisha-Su Shi

After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean. When do you clean the coupling?

Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.

22. Huanxisha-Zhao Lingzhi

The pond is full of water and flowers are full of branches. Fragrant fragrance, deep language said oriole. The east wind is light and soft.

The long spring dream is short, and the willow smoke in Yanjiao is low. When yukiko Yuchuang plays chess.

23. Huanxisha-Nalan

Rong Ruo can draw a cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month.

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

24. Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.

Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. Happiness will not last long.

25. Huanxisha-Jing Li

The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.

The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears are hateful to lean on.