A catalogue of new explanations of Wang Guowei's ci

order

Like a dream (drop by drop)

Huanxisha (road turns to the top of the mountain)

Linjiangxian (short youth)

Huanxisha (first frost Qianlin)

Good things are close at hand (danger at night)

Mulberry picking (encouraged by Gaocheng)

Xihe River (weeping willow)

Touch fish (ask heartbroken)

Dead Hua Lian (who is a Taoist)

Partridge sky (torch return)

Crimson lips (high gorge flowing clouds)

Step on the beach (Wan Li is cloudless)

Qingpingle (Sakura Bottom)

Huanxisha (Kia at the end of the month)

Jade case (Gusutai)

Juvenile game (outside the weeping willow gate) income viewing director's short sentence

Man Fang Ting (Shuibao Ancient City)

Dead Hua Lian (read all over the world)

Yulouchun (this year's flower)

Ruan Langgui (Ligustrum lucidum)

Huanxisha (Beauty News) Income Pass and Short Sentences

Huanxisha (a cloud at the end of the sky)

Yuxia (Jiangnan autumn scenery)

Huanxisha (new watch last night)

Magpie fairy (heavy drum)

Queqiaoxian (Embroidered quilt first exhibition)

Subtract Magnolia grandiflora (Gaolan quilt diameter)

Partridge sky (the wind is blowing in the pavilion)

Huanxisha (it's always cold at night)

Huanxisha (painting a boat leaving)

Huanxisha (just past Tiaoxi)

He Xinlang (the moon sets and flies)

The moon is full (it should be fine)

Card Operator (Silent)

Klang Ganzhou (Zhiqingshan)

Huanxisha (once knew Lujia)

Walking on the beach (elegant clothes)

Dead Hua Lian (fleeting time)

Iris (curtain)

Butterfly lovers (in my dream last night) received long and short sentences in the hall.

Iris (one-way blue wave)

Huanxisha (boat chasing Qingxi)

Lin Jiangxian (Wen Wei)

Nan Gezi (also called Wu)

Lotus leaf cup (golden statue in hand, a few lines of short paper, rogue snuff, who cares about leisure, embroidered food last night, faint thunder)

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The above "Human Words and Words Draft"

Above "The Second Draft of Human Ci-Hua"

The above three new songs "Guan He Short Sentence"

Among the above eight new songs, "The Flower Thorn"

appendix

I. General comments

Two. Catalogue of compilation and evaluation work

Third, Wang Guowei's poetry version.

Ci anthology

Reading history

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty had many talents in the world.

Ride the desert today and go to Yanghe in Louchuan tomorrow.

Dianjiangchun

It's useless to know about it recently. If you can't throw it away, just look for it in your dream.

When you wake up, you will be disillusioned with your dreams. The west window is white, the moonlight is cool one after another, and there is lilac snow in the first courtyard.

In the high sky, I feel very left. My nest is like Agger, so I can make a detour.

Speaking of floating dust, I can also fix it for the time being. Gankun is big, the frost forest sits alone, and the red leaves fall one after another.

Clouds flow in the high gorge, and people wear clouds with birds. It is raining on several peaks. Relatively green and speechless.

Golden light on the spine, smoke under the spine. Dawn of the world. Sparse the forest and make peace. This is a definite time.

Sneak in the cool, the boat sweeps Yang Guo. Wet fireflies are very big. 1 1.

Sitting in the southwest, the purple electricity exhausts the clouds. Yancheng lock. Singing without harmony. Wan Fang is fast asleep.

Wave after wave, eulogizing the wind to Lingbo. Count and paddle. Far into Jianpu.

What time is the idle gull heron in the sunset? Fly low. There are countless treasures. Whisper before the wind.

Pick mulberry seeds

High city encourages light light blue to wake up after sleeping. I'm drunk and awake. Suddenly I heard three or two lonely voices.

Life is like the wind, and joy is sporadic. Sorrow is sporadic. They all made a Xiaoping in the river.

Subtract Mulan

Gaolan was taken, and the column was idle at the end of the month. Xiuzhu Juanjuan smells the ring in the wind.

I suddenly thought deeply and set foot on the myriad shadows in the atrium. According to the best in the world, a dream is just melancholy.

The mountains are chaotic and the people are rugged. The route peaks are tortuous, the apricot blossoms are brilliant and the mountains are brilliant.

When the needle sinks inside, it will eventually rise and fall. Still year after year, the mule net is closed.

Buzuo narcissus

Luo socks are quiet and dust-free, and the golden house is muddy and difficult to save. Look at the stream at the end of the month, afraid that Ling Bo will leave.

Cherish incense alone and dare not regret death. But I laugh at the lonely mountain and the plum trees, and the flowers are so messy.

Good things are at hand.

Leaning against a dangerous building at night, the jade rope at the corner of the building is low. I only feel that the moon is bright and frosty, and I am soaked in Wanjiayuan tiles.

Why on earth is autumn sad? It's just spring injury. Instead, I went to the shore of Xiangputai and counted the plane leaves.

Sadness unfolds, half is warmth and half is tears. It's human to be unable to tell love from new hatred and old hatred.

I stayed in the church for several years, and I was very careless. Alone in the west wind forest, watching the world of mortals ride.

Nangezi

Wu Ni again, seeing Yanbeixiang at first sight. Good news Tan Lang: Spring is getting shorter and shorter, so don't think about it.

Qiaojinmen

Lonely side, take ten years off. There is no strength at night, and the green window is cold.

The leaves are in a mess, and the tall trees are bright green. The dew point makes people whisper, and the old lover looks far away.

Ruan Langgui

The white grass in Ligustrum lucidum is blurred, and it rains in Jiangnan. The shade curtain hung down. Curtains, Shuang Yan.

Outside Zhuge Gate, it is west of the blue window. Pedestrians go home at once. At the turn of Qingxi, Liu Yin is low. When the window man thrush.

The beautiful news leaves the customs, and the Sichuan road is curved. Heavy and empty, green and tired of hunting saddle, the mountain before the horse is complex.

Heavy splash, slow lag, and then look at that year. There are only eyebrows in the world, but it is difficult to meet.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Weeping Yang is deep in the courtyard, which is full of flying swallows. Jade screen silver lamp is not shallow in spring, I remember seeing it at that time.

Oh, I feel dizzy, but before you press Liangzhou. I have been heartbroken for a lifetime, and it has also made him look back several times.

Oblique ink, sleeve marks. It's easy to say, full of acacia, but only love to leave every year.

Luozhou alone holds dusk, and when spring comes, there are several crying marks. Thickness is not my life, only your kindness.

The prefect Kuang Kuisheng asked for the topic of the elegant map of southern Hunan.

Hui Lan Tong Yi, the scenery is changing. After the robbery, Fanghua still turned around, as if Fengcheng had seen it for the first time.

He Kun is the only old man, and Chen Yu used to play Gongdiao. Heartbroken Ling Du's poem, Jiangnan in the season of falling flowers.

Man, Moon, Moon and Mei

God should feel lonely and spend freely. Mid-month frost, several branches near the water, and the bottom of the water is inclined.

Looking around, Zhu, lonely. A crane, attentive to arouse, the earth Tsinghua.

Xi Qian Ying

Autumn Rain Ji, Late Smoke Drag, Palace Que and Mo Yun. Clouds flow into the Ming River. Magpie sa jinbo.

Yichun courtyard, Pixiangtang, is full of phoenix trees in the fog. Lights are dancing in groups, and roads are cars.

Lotus leaf cup, drama flower body

Holding a golden bottle of wine, making suggestions. Love cannot be ashamed. Looking back at the place where Zheng first tuned. Leave Liu Mo. Leave Liu Mo.

Short paper and a few lines of grass, books arrive. Always miss each other. Zhu Yan didn't answer wrong today. Go back to Mogui. Go back to Mogui.

Hooligan snuff is married again, so goodbye. Don't fight all your life. In the Ming dynasty, the passenger boat was cold. Have fun. Have fun.

Who says carefree sadness is like the sea, fragmented. The rain flowed through a pool. Forever fly floc hook curtain. Worry about it. Worry about it.

Last night, I was lonely and dreamy. A puff of car dust. Roadside is easy to meet with heaven and man. Really, really. Really, really.

Where there is a faint ray of light, there is dawn. Look at the stars from a distance. A yard full of fragrant trees are singing. Wake up, wake up. Wake up, wake up.

Ying tianchang

However, purple enamel is green like spring waves, and people on the waves are like jade. It seems to know each other and humiliate each other. Bow your head in the morning and still give your eyes.

Clouds frown. I hate this rush. At the moment, I am angry and my hands are shaking.

journey

Outside the weeping poplar door, under the shadow of the sparse lamp, the brim of the horse hat is inclined. Purple frost is thick, pine trees are cold, and torches scatter crows.

When I woke up, I looked at the west window, and the bamboo shadows were mixed. The ups and downs of lyrics, vertical and horizontal scrolls, do not spend time with.

Quail day

When the torch came back, the wine was still awake, and the people in Sixth Street were quiet and light. The mid-month mist is long and white, and the fishing lights outside the bridge are a little blue.

I remember my life from being drunk. Pity is too much. More comparable to this night's dream of the West Building, the stars are full of sleeves.

The pavilion road is full of flags, the building is abrupt and the clouds are neat. The spare bright moon is even listed with money, not red flowers.

Frequent groping and climbing. Right and wrong of thousands of families in Qian Qian. There is always doubt in the world, but this doubt is not suspicious.

Outside the building, the autumn rope is still hanging, and the first frost month is high and slow. It's hard to get drunk when you pour a jade bowl, and you can't sleep when you fall into a copper basin.

People are lonely and bored at night. The north window tastes like meditation. Bak Yan dreamed of a golden couple tonight, and the person he believed was still a teenager.

"New Year's Eve" and Wu's "Scheeren"

Crimson wax and red plum compete for flowers, and guests are surprised to spend them. Hanging on the long handle, there is a faint light thunder across the alley.

Pour the spoon and fork. New words fly to others. You can hold hands on weekdays and take snakes to the valley tonight.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

This year's flowers are hanging down, and it should be even more so next year. There are many teenagers who look at flowers, but I'm afraid the teenagers are not mine.

I advise you not to respect the old and love the young and get drunk. Look at the flowers on the tree today, not last year.

The flowers in the West Garden are deep enough to be swept away, and it's so sloppy when passing by. No one was there when I opened the business, but today I was angry and shook down long ago.

Yesterday, however, I took Xishan Road, and the flowers were still in the mountains. Several peaks and rain set off the sunset, and the azaleas that stretched for miles were burning like red.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Bitter moss leaves a long way, always wrong. Bones can be destroyed, not to mention Zhen Hong and a small arm sand.

My body is awake, but am I willing to regret Zhu Yan? From now on, I will no longer dream of gratitude. I will spend my time and enjoy Byakki Smoker.

The rhinoceros rose and fell six times, and Wubai suddenly exclaimed. You don't have to ask for trouble. For an instant, I saw floating life.

After singing, people are a little tired and the wind blows on their faces. The west guest falls on the moon and shakes flowers. It's time for the world to wake up after drinking.

Golden whip beads play in spring, and the portal first meets. Not shy, but naive, but standing in front of the wind, she exudes lining grease.

Linjiangxian

Where is the fleeting time? Rustling is autumn again. It's getting dark, the grass is fading and the clouds are getting flat. Where the sun shines, a tower rests on an isolated city.

Independent and desolate, who speaks? Don't turn back to the palace. The red wall was blurred in the fog. Helpless, I am the highest level.

It is said that Jin is a guarding place, and he dreamed of Jin Wei last night. I wonder if I crossed western Liaoning again today. The beach was dark and the moon hissed.

Lang leaves like a plum blossom, and his hand touches an empty branch. Poor thing. The time is different. It's just that the leaves were born late

Tasha shop

There are no clouds in the sky. It rained last night. I came here to smell the sky. When the bell is scattered, the peak is chaotic, and the lonely monk is cold.

Being in a green hill, I got married in my previous life and was invited to join the family. Smile at the DPRK, the world is so charming.

Yuanxi

Graceful clothes, fragrant musk, white light shining. Tian Yue's double cultivation, human solution and spring outing.

Black magpie is silent, fish and dragons are not at night, and Jiuqu is busy killing idle horses and chariots. When I came back, the sunset hung on the west window, and the chickens were everywhere.

Queqiaoxian

Heavy drums, rustled stables and horses, and frost on the ground. It suddenly occurred to me that there is still weather in the post office today.

The Northern Expedition is a rut, while the Southern Expedition is a dream, knowing that mediation is impossible. Everything in the world is unbearable, except the word "nothing".

Embroidery was first exhibited, and the silver roller spun it, and there was infinite joy in front of the lamp. The years on earth are like this night, but we have won countless battles with the story of Diusim.

In an instant, I sent it far away. After years of resentment, Zhu Yan can no longer stay in the mirror. Finding the seal is also unusual, not to mention unfounded.

Water bag dance

Tired by the aperture, low bun, full cheeks, beautiful girl, still in those days. Last night, in the dream of the west window, there was a moment of quiet joy, and there was no struggle with the world.

I hate coming late, it is easy to stop waking up, and I doubt it in my dreams, let alone waking up. The cool moon is full of windows, people can't sleep, and the incense is printed into ash, which always makes ileum characters.

Qingyu case

On the stage of Gusu, martial arts books dominate the left, and that's it. Drunk, still hanging in the past. In the middle of the month, willows, waterside pavilions and wanderers teach singing and dancing.

Wildflowers bloom all over the true mother's tomb, and the peerless beauty Committee reveals its true colors. This is a victory in life. A thousand-year-old poem, a handful of loess, ten miles of coldness.

Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River hangs at dusk, which is a quiet thing and countless. Day by day Canglang Pavilion binjiang road. Under the west wind forest and under the setting sun, I went alone to find poetry.

Compassion and sorrow are accompanied by leisure. Wait for the dust to be cut off. The shadow of the light is the narrowest. Leisure center, busy love, merged into the west building rain.

well

Drop by drop, empty steps, scattered rain and delivery sound, Yancheng is even more drums. A shallow dream came into being and was blown away by the east wind. Without evidence, without evidence, Han hung his head askew.

Xihe

Chuiyangli Lanzhou was tied that day. Qian Fan is exhausted, and only Iraqis don't follow this book. Strange channels worry me. I usually miss women and vagrants.

I had a dream last night. I clearly remember how many times I flew over smoke and water. The west wind is blowing, accompanied by snuff, and it is crumbling. Stay at Phoenix Mountain late at night, and the sound of crying urges me.

Brocade is at the bottom of the sleeve. People are far away, purple miles away. I don't remember each other. If love comes back early, don't send a piece of paper.

Zhu Yingtai is nearby.

At the beginning of the month, the door is small, and I look at the levee. Act against noise and walk silently. For whom to clean up the face, a cavity red tears, stay, lonely stealing notes.

Horseshoe is there, but I feel resentment and sadness, and the wind is too calm. The cuckoo in the tree also says New Year. Just think, the world collects roads every year. Even if there is hate, there is no hoof.

Hundred words order

Sun Aian's South Window Map.

Chu Ling was the last person to count firewood and mulberry, and the first person to feel sad. The eternal water in front of Quting flows to Xunyang. Yi Shu Xiling, Yangshan Xiaguo, I hate it. Lonely for thousands of years, some people are depressed.

This is a sigh of a hidden recruitment plan, this is bright and bright, and this is a short reading. Try to find Jiazi with a painting, and remember the years in Yixi. A homing bird, a lonely cloud, is easy to become a flower. Qiao Song safe, to ask frost jie.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The water holds the lonely city, the snow is far away, and the weeping willows and stars crow. At the beginning of the late tide, the setting sun overflowed and the sand was flat. Bai Niao left, outside Tingzhou, as far as the eye can see. The west wind is spreading eastward, flying like snow, and Ran Ran is sailing.

Tianya still reminisces about the past, the incense dust follows the horse, and the bright moon peeks at the car. Gradually, in the autumn mirror, change the years in the dark. Even if the strip is intact, it will be awkward to climb back. What a nice person, a corner of Zhu Lou, leaning against the sunset alone.

Klang Ganzhou lacks a straight green hill, which is an isolated city, hanging upside down and soaking in the Ming Lake. In Sen Qian Fan's shadow, there are jagged palaces and elegant winds. In the evening, the voice is getting more and more urgent, and the bleak is mixed with it. Torch to Yancheng, the lights are thousands of miles away.

Not so busy, there are thousands of firecrackers, and there are thousands of firecrackers in the yard. Sighing is heavy, not lonely but comforting. I am tired of arrogance. Call the lights, find Zhujiajian Island, and drink Tu Su.

The water bloom sings and rhymes with a piece of paper.

If you don't look at it when you open it, how can you suddenly fall down? The days are long, the cloister is small, and the feelings are blurred. The drizzling pond, the courtyard under the setting sun, and the heavy door are deeply closed. Just when I was about to live, I was swept away by my light shirt, especially because of the wind.

The flowers have withered for you, let alone find a pendant full of branches. There is only one person, and the joys and sorrows in the world are as fragmented as those of others. Better be dust than running water. I am afraid of Yingying, a river of spring water, and I will save it, leaving people with tears.

Frost-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower-flower.

Anemone tired guest, is Chi Ming Yan Kang, old clothes. It is difficult to write pottery in middle age, always in the village, and always in the village in winter. The wider the hometown, the better. There is also dogwood, and Huang Ju respects the former. Cangjiang left, dreams around the edge. I hate the cold outside the bucket.

Looking back at Fengcheng flowers, you can see the jade river smoke willow, always with cicadas. Write down ten kinds of clever sounds of frost, hedge and killing. Carry a boat. Swing in the waves and cool on the moon. Qian Liquan and Zhu Qiurong, come back to help get drunk.