Appreciation of the Original and Translation of Yue Quail Yuanxiao by Unknown Authors

Yue Quail Yuanxiao Original: The Lord is generous and the Yao people are happy. Unify China and foreign countries, and all countries pay tribute. When the rain goes with the wind, it will be rich and beautiful. The night value is yuan, and the scenery is strange. Noisy drums are loud, and bright golden lotus flowers are everywhere. Purple flowers are fragrant, and the front edge is still there. Cars and horses are noisy, and the lights shine on the moon. The streets are full of princes and grandsons, carrying Wu Ji of Yue Nv. Just right, the phoenix candle is high. It's really expensive, but I suspect it's a fairy in the abode of fairies, wandering in Yaochi, Yuen Long. Small peach blossoms return, small windows of plum blossoms move, and the fragrance is fine. Jade sleeves stand in two rows, holding golden cups, and the upstairs is full of songs. On the surface of the ice wheel, I can't sleep all night, but I like to sleep late on a moonlit night. Jin Jiaoye is addicted to watering green ants and likes to hang bamboo curtains. Singing and dancing, laughing and laughing, the next copper pot leaks. Tail beard will get drunk, pay well, and I'm happy to celebrate. I hope to celebrate the Lantern Festival every year, and then life will become like this. Green willows wither, yellow bloom. Goose sounds sad, cold flies rhyme. There are thousands of old grievances and thousands of new worries. Happy, hold back never say goodbye. When the rain stops and the clouds close, the flowers fall and the moon is short. The strings of the purple flower were broken, a silver bottle was dropped from the impassable well, and the Hosta of Chalcophora japonica gory Spielberg was broken. It's difficult to send audio books, so I went to Yao Lu for credit. Injury, eye broken Yunshan ten million fold. The most bitter thing is to leave, the honeymoon is empty and comfortable, and the phoenix pillow is empty. In Jin Jiaoye, this is love and hate, and this is heartburn. What I am afraid of is that the wind outside the screen window blows away the leaves, and the iron horse jingles. The most bitter thing is to leave, unless your heart is iron, you don't have to worry. Lonely and lonely, I heard the corner painting on the garrison building. Playing plum blossom several times makes you feel uneasy. The bald man was happy, but he left early. The rain in two cloud periods is hard to give up, like a reunion in a month, covered by clouds. The holy medicine king taught me how to worry, how to hate and who to tell sadly. When leaving, luck is clumsy, anger is like smoke, and crimson wax also cries blood. Ghost three is also my last life. I will make up for it in this life, and I am sad. If you want to cry to blood a little, the more you suffocate. I think Ningning's post is just to get some sleep, so how can I stop chattering? When I came to sleep, the cigarettes in Baoding disappeared and the copper pot leaked. The purple inflorescence surprised me to dream of a few cold geese, accompanied by a lonely sad lamp, shining on the half window of love and the waning moon. Face holding hands, reluctant to part. Just wait for the moon to break the laurel steadily until the late autumn. He only waited for the gold medal, where he asked Yu Di to be silent. The ending of the night is very clear, the miserable reporter who has experienced it. When the season comes, say a word to the pillow and say a star to the pillow. Half-life fate floats Peng, and idle tea waves sprinkle. Ten years of company, crazy friends, strange friends. By the red, sleeping flowers lie on the willow tree. Weird and brave, playful and soft. Married, you love your husband and wife, you are your spouse. The preface to Purple Flowers thanks the museums and stations in spring. The red skirt intervened, and the brocade covered the sigh. Romantic, don't take off the hook next to people. Lu yanying, a hundred songs, red brocade wrapped around her head. Jin Jiaoye village has friends. Please raise your hand when you see me on the lookout. If you are familiar with the topic of bricklaying, dare to teach your uncle to shut up. The joke has been famous for a long time, and I am eager to accept it. Then I'm afraid I can't help my friends. My romantic feet must be everywhere. I swear I never fell asleep, but I moved him to burn incense and cut his hair. Open-minded, as cold as ice, as rigid as possible. Bald men love Liu Louxin? Wine, Xifu Rong has a lot of money to hide, and beauty is around. Singing snow, holding Jin Ou, gentle. The holy medicine king takes a spring break, travels in summer and swims in the fragrant lotus. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is quiet, and I don't go upstairs when I am drunk every day, so I can't help worrying about flowers. I look back at about thirty. But I love the moon and cherish my heart, making poems and thrushes at leisure. (plum) (plum) posture, driving embellishment. Charming. The face is lined with sunrise, which means like tender bamboo shoots. One waist and six skirts, ten thousand kinds of enchanting, so cute. "Purple Flower Overture" bends and flies the moth's eyebrows, sweeps its hair, slowly loosens the phoenix bun, and towering cicadas. A beautiful group, full of spirit. Chaoqun, how was Yue Nv Wu Ji born? Courtesy, charming and handsome, with a natural smile. The bald man is thin and timid, and the golden lotus is narrow and steady, with delicate teeth and lips and jade muscles. But when I see it, I'm always in another's mind, unique. The holy medicine king drank half of the wine, and leaked more. The silver candle in the painting hall shines at dusk. On the pillow, I was kissed at the bottom, and lilac smiled and spit out blue musk, looking at the beautiful woman under the lamp. After a good marriage, I am afraid that I will be fascinated by it twice. My shirt? Ken, you have no nepotism. Snow cream, soft and fragrant. Apricots and hearts are pale. Jinfeng is oblique, and the clouds are half oblique. Insert a jade comb and a cymbal. Dance lightly and sing everywhere. Purple inflorescence He has Su Qing's talent and looks. I sincerely hope that the marriage will be happy. Excellent health, Yuefu Pear Garden. Nature is not like a fairy in a cave in the Peach Blossom Garden. Lovely pity, one waist, half fold the golden lotus. When Xiao Taohong first came out of Lanting, it was like a moon, and a pinch of spirit was better than a swallow. In those days, Liu Mei's eyes were full of hibiscus. The crimson clothes are ethereal, and the musk orchid tree meets the fairy in the flower. When Tianjingsha first met, she hated provoking love, and she was deeply tortured and determined. Sometimes it is convenient to go to the end of the ceremony before the star. It is difficult for vicious mothers to meet each other, and the uncle in charge of the system is in love. I'm afraid there is still a long way to go. Rain means clouds, ten dynasties and five generations. Cold and beautiful, beautiful and charming. The chicken bun is roughly combed, and the moth eyebrows are lightly swept. Cherry mouth, slender bamboo shoots with willow waist and small golden lotus. Purple flowers sing beads and dance a thousand times, but it's hard to disappear if you don't like them. Extraordinary and refined, especially enchanting. Romantic, a smile is not expensive. The world is wonderful, deliberately affectionate, and it makes people dream. Bald men have sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, and the village entrance is strong in heart. Xie Qiongji doesn't think the prince is tall. Pass the phoenix, feast on flat peaches, and give a blowjob. Every time my uncle makes trouble on the embankment, it's because you have a good friend who has followed through. But be careful with me. It's easy to handle. Yu Di was so anxious that he pretended to be tired. Temple? Dark clouds are gathering and eyebrows are raised. Sloppy voice, shy dance. My chest is stuffy and full of tears. I often remember that brocade is secretly passed on, while sachets are secretly untied. Tao Hong Jr. leaned against the railing, silently remembering many talents. Where are the past and present? The county is tired and tired, and she is all skin and bones. There are more competitions in this spring than in the past. Carve jade, green window bamboo households, deep courtyard lock moss. Drunk gang is loose but fragrant, careless and short gold hairpin, speechless and boring answer. I'm not tired of narrow shirts. I'll buy tortoise shells several times, and then I'll make them when I'm ready. Fine sand is also good luck when we are all thumbs. Let the rain bury us, and we know each other at the side. Nonsense, how did the paper shovel fall on the balcony? The tail put a heart of stealing incense and jade, and slowly swallowed it. I'm afraid I'm too worried about my hometown. Smoke is not the sea. Prostitutes sleep well unless they are Chen Tuan's aunt, Zhuang Zhou's sister, Zaiyu's family and Xie An's relatives. Hua Xu dreams of marriage, and Handan is his spouse. Two things, may I ask you, how much do you like to sleep late and get up early in the month? At the bottom of the west wing of Zihua, Yingying stood asleep, Xiaoqing was in a coma on the tea boat, and Xiuying was crazy under the east wall. If you really give up your life and die, you can't forget to eat and sleep. Forget it, except sleeping in the world. It was the sleepy weather that killed the songbirds and called the dead morning chickens. ? Push the phoenix to make friends with the phoenix, help the British with money, and write butterflies to make bees media. Before the embroidery was exhibited, Yushan collapsed first. In fact, you remember to lie in bed. I've lived my whole life, just like Xiang Mei on the balcony of Chu State, and a handmaiden buried in Lanchang Palace. Xiao Taohong is not a drunken Yang Fei, but a sleepy Pingkang prostitute. Won't Jiao 'e take it out on her? She is the most pitiful one. Phoenix comes first, coral pillow is low. Gold is broken, true grit. The bald temple is on fire. I don't know, blue bridge water? It's hard to stand in a meeting when death is appropriate. Candle just extinguished, early soul, coma. Every child of the holy medicine king, as a partner, arranges a good dream to be husband and wife. Don't ask anyone, and I won't answer you. Trapped in the quilt on the pit, there is a piece of Wang Mi stone straight. Wei swore to heaven that he had a toothache and slept until the sun came out. It takes 3,000 powerful ghosts to fight back the sleeping demons. Leave hate to send jade fragrance, provoke bees to stir scorpions. If you are sick, you will worry, seek poison and sting. The heart that throws boring fruit is tired, but the hand that draws eyebrows is clumsy. I hate the high moon, my tears have run out. I believe it is difficult for magpies to test turtle spirits. There is no definite fish to seal the goose post. "Purple Inflorescence" is not a reduced official letter from Jinhua, but a cloud crown from Fu, with a narrow cover. A stuffy bow often drags, and a sad pit often digs. If you are injured, you can't completely hurt yourself. Qiao Xin, who is red and tight, is hot first, not breaking the rain clouds, unrestrained, and evil in powder. Small pink brocade tears send parting, and good things turn into parting. Hate to kill Mei Xiang, shut your mouth, it's getting thinner now, which will damage the pleats of your skirt. He robbed the honey of stray bees, the fragrance of pink butterflies, and the wind and moon were broken. In Jin Jiaoye, I saw the falling flowers in the spring rain, and the curtain of incense dust suddenly opened. Embroidered silver? Halfway out, the ice string broke seven strings and suddenly stopped. Teasing makes me just stay and sleep. I can't sleep well. If you break this problem, you can tell me that you are lovesick, but Wu Chu 'e is not smooth. It's just a farewell to each other, and I hope that Yangguan will always overlap mountains. Bald fellow cried Du Yu's tears and blood, which surprised Zhuang Zhou's residual butterfly on his pillow and called iron outside the eaves. How long will this desolation last? The holy medicine king is accompanied by faint lamp shadows, oblique moon shadows and overlapping screen shadows. The bell rhyme is sad, the drum rhyme is cut, and the rhyme of the first corner of the building still exists. As if how can I make it not annoying? Maringue's illness is also an acacia gambling? We, the depth of grief is also touched by Shen Yue. The thin bronze mirror is missing, and the branches are trembling. ? Nice article. I miss you, miss you, how can I give up? My heart seems intoxicated. Did you fail to live up to the oath made in front of the stars and ignore the fragrance in front of the gods? . Luo Siniang has a strong mind and nine fears, and her eyebrows hate thousands of knots. Looking forward to reunion to the bright moon, full of dewdrops. The ending is as gloomy as the homesickness I often think of. When it comes to hate at the tip of my eyebrows, my heart aches again. Poetry: Yue Quail Lantern Festival Poetry Author: Unknown Author Yuan Dynasty