Liu Yong Song Ci(4)

Liu Yong's Complete Collection of Song Ci Poems, Eleven:

Through the Blue Sky (Nanlu Diao)

Beside the Moonlight. Auspicious smoke rises in Wannianfang Village. The emperor's residence is magnificent, the royal family is prosperous, and the fortune is worth a thousand. Duanmen is clear in the daytime, the goblet is shining on the sun, and the two towers are in the middle of the sky. In peacetime, the government and the public are happy. The streets are filled with fragrant flowers, the songs of Juntian are playing, and the gods of Langyuan are everywhere.

In the past, I was very proud of my sightseeing and traveled wildly through the scenery. See you again more wonderfully. Next to the willow shade, looking for the flower path, the bridle is hanging down in the air. Enjoying leisurely and elegant games, and having a healthy and beautiful temperament should still be the same. Who can I rely on? Thank you very much, Chanjuan. The traces of his official career and the sentiments of singing and drinking are not what they used to be.

Magnolia Blossoms Slowly (Third Part One·Nanlu Diao)

Standing against the dangerous building, it is desolate at first and clear at night. Gradually, the plain scenery fades away, the wind anvils rhyme, and the frost-red trees become sparse. Yunqu. Seeing the new wild geese passing by, Naijia people say goodbye to each other and block the message. The sadness in the sky is far away, and the hatred lingers in my heart.

The imperial capital. Secretly thinking about joyful travel, becoming a thing of the past and moving forward. Read the wine and sing, lower the curtains and pillows, turn over the music and feel alone. Return. Wherever I look, the setting sun and evening mist fill the landscape. Winning is silent and silent, and I hesitate all day long.

Magnolia Blossom Slowly (Part 2 of 3·Nanlu Diao)

The tung blossoms are blooming, and the rain suddenly clears them away. The apricot trees are watering the forest, the peaches are embroidered in the fields, and the scenery is like a screen. Allure. After searching for victory, he suddenly left the suburbs. The wind is warm, the strings are crisp and the pipes are crisp, and thousands of families are competing to play new sounds.

Yingying. Doucao outing. The people are beautiful and flattering. Walking towards the road, I left my hairpin and dropped it, and there were pearls and emeralds everywhere. Joy. For the beautiful land, I believe that all the golden beasts are exhausted and the jade mountains are pouring. Fighting for the eternal sunshine of the Ming Dynasty, the painting hall is filled with spring pillows.

Magnolia Flower Slowly (Third of Three·Nanlu Diao)

The ancient prosperous and lush garden was the imperial state of that day. The characters are vivid, the local customs are delicate, and the poems are beautiful. Seeking secludedness. Near the fragrant path, there are lotus babies and old people fishing on Tingzhou. Wu Bo practices tranquility in a sunny scene. Thousands of houses have green water and Zhulou.

Ning Qi. Nai is attached to the southeast, thinking about political principles and appointing virtuous princes. Following the dream, I will get articles, be happy and love you, and have good administration. Aotou. The situation has been empty for a long time, and the famous scenic spots are blocked and flooded. Win the orchid hall to brew wine, paint boats and take prostitutes for a joyful trip.

Linjiang Xianyin (Third One, Nanlu Diao)

Ferry, Xiangwan, riding a thin horse, Zhi Pinggang. The western suburbs are sending autumn light again. Facing the twilight mountains, the mountains are verdant, and the remaining leaves of the shirt are floating yellow. With high thoughts and distant views, the plain scenery of Chutian is desolate everywhere.

There is no information about the fragrance of the boudoir, and the clouds and rain are unforgettable. It points to the way back to the imperial city, but the smoke and water are vast. Looking away with emotion, the tears are gone, and the sun is setting independently all day long.

Linjiang Xianyin (Two of Three·Nanlu Diao)

Shangguo. Go away. Stop the flying cover and promote the departure feast. The ancient roads of Chang'an are endless. I can see the flowers singing and dew on the shore, and the willows on the embankment are worried about the smoke. When you look at things and emotions, you feel sad everywhere.

Drunk and Zheng Zheng still stood there, looking at each other with tears in their eyes. The people in Kuangxiu are quiet, and the spring in Gengshan Pavilion is cold. How can I miss you tonight? I will sleep alone in two places.

Linjiang Xianyin (Third of Three·Nanlu Diao)

Painting a boat, rowing an oar, following the waves, and seeing a rainbow across the bank. □The lotus points break the autumn face. I doubt that Narcissus is swimming, and I meet you at Beipu. The silk mist gradually recedes, and the slender waist becomes weak and carefree.

Luo Sock Lingbo has become an old hatred, who is more gifted. If you want to win over the soul, you should lock the Yao Palace secretly. Tourists are tired from the long journey, but why don’t they chase the east wind?

Rui Partridge (21·Nanlu Diao)

Precious bun and Yao hairpin. Strict makeup, natural green and deep red. In the Qiluo bush, I sing alone. A song of spring is worth a thousand gold. Listening place, the king, grandson and emperor's son, the crane canopy becomes the shade. The condensed state covers the clouds. The movement is like the sound of a board, and the resentment is difficult to bear. Where the sound is bright, the strings and string instruments are muffled. When Shi Xian looked back, his eyes were full of red, and he was in the heart of Wuling. You must believe in the truth and express your love. Don't have any friends.

Rui Partridge (2 of 2·Nanlu Diao)

Wu Hui is romantic. It's well-populated, with mountains rising above the water. Yaotai Jiangque, Yiyue Pengqiu. Thousands of wells, thousands of houses, and rich people dominate the thirteen states. Wherever you touch, there are green moths and painted turtles, and red and pink vermilion towers. On the aspect, he was appointed Marquis of Yuan Dynasty. When the lawsuit was brought, Jian Shifeng was able to travel happily every day. The jacket is warm and warm, and the people have praised it. At dusk, the car will be driven forward and the Jichuan boat will be reorganized. When you are dead, the sandy embankment and the road are stable, making it difficult to stay when you return.

Recalling the Imperial Capital (Nanlu Diao)

The weather with a thin quilt and a small pillow. The feeling of separation. The next few days will be colder. Got up and fell asleep again. After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year.

I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. They fought for Nai again, and the plan has been made. Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, only to be lonely and bored. Dedicated to my whole life, I will bear your thousands of tears.

Liu Yong's Complete Collection of Song Ci Poems, Twelve:

Saigu (Banshe Diao)

A chicken sounds, and it is reported that it is disabled and then rests. The horses and carriages were driven forward. The master said goodbye under the lamp. The mountain road is dangerous and slippery with fresh frost. The sound of Yao Ke makes the crows rise, and the golden zheng is cold, knocking on the waning moon. The west wind is gradually blowing, and the sleeves are desolate.

Pointing at Bai Yujing in the distance, you can see the Golden Tower. Also tell me when it will be done. It's a beautiful woman with deep regret. Remember, it’s time to return. When we meet, we hold the soft Yi, and we meet in the secret place, nestled in the fragrant snow. No mandarin duck quilt, two pairs of quilts are in vain.

Auspicious Partridge (Part 1 of 2)

The heavenly generals are astonishingly beautiful and the cold plum blossoms. Suddenly, many apricots bloom in front of me. I secretly think of the God of Flowers, skillfully craft letters from the south of the Yangtze River, and dye the delicate stitches with bright red fat.

Drinking for no reason after putting on makeup in Shouyang, and the wine smells fragrant in the early morning. I hate to hear who is blowing Qiang pipes and chasing the wind in the deep smoke. The crimson snow and green moss fall one after another.

Rui Partridge (2 of 2)

Quanwu Jiahui is an ancient style. I remember my past trips to Weinan. The west is coming, and the more you are, the more you are, the more you go, the more you travel, the more you travel, the more you travel across the river.

Those who have so far come to pick up Cuifangzhou. Most of all, there are clusters of cold villages, where you can see the road to the south in the distance, and the smoke is harvesting in the evening. Three or two people live in ancient ferry.

Cave Fairy Song

Jia Jing, the young people compete with each other to avoid rain and clouds. Naifu is handsome and handsome, Menglan is elegant. The golden silk tent warms the silver screen. And charming pillows, leaning against each other, green and delicate red flowers. Just a smile, the Baiqi Pearl is priceless.

Leisure. Each one is deep in the bridal chamber, showing great pity and pampering, as if they feel lonely and neglected for a long time. I've never been more surprised. More importantly, we need to write deeply about Jian Xiangyun. Love picked up her eyebrows and asked someone to repaint them. Tolerate loneliness and Yanye. Never give up lightly. Under the mandarin duck quilt. May you always have good days and good nights.

Mr. An (Two One·Banshe Diao)

The far bank collects the remaining rain. When the rain remains, I feel the sky is dusk across the river. The people in Shicuitingzhou are quiet, and there are two pairs of gulls and herons. Looking at what time it is, the fishing lanterns are reflected in Jianjia Pu. Stop painting radial, two boats and people talking. On the road to this night, I pointed to the smoke tree in the front village.

A traveling official becomes a journeyman. The short Qiang chants and stands leisurely. Thousands of rivers and mountains are lost in the distance, and I miss my hometown. After we say goodbye, we gather together happily in the wind pavilion and the moon pavilion. Just broken heart, provoked the pain of separation. Listening to the sound of the word Du, people are advised to go back.

Mr. An (Two Parts·Banshe Tiao)

I woke up half past midnight. Quietly bend your fingers to listen to the silver arrow. Only the remaining tear candles in front of the bed are accompanied by red cries. There is no limit to the hatred caused by the dark clouds and rain. From lying down, I spread out and turned around more than a thousand times. How can I sleep alone without warmth despite the heavy mandarin duck quilt?

It’s both hateful and joyful. It was not easy to disperse now. When I get tired of being alone, my heart breaks. How to spell out the deep and affectionate feelings. Although I made an appointment later, I still wanted to fly. I was sad when I was watching, how could I see you now.

longevity music (Banshe tune)

Lots of red and tender green. The bright sunshine makes China beautiful. This is a balcony, a courtyard with a red gate, and the sound of strings and pipes is booming. There are many tourists and endless rides, and the charming carriage is like water. Unexpectedly, I searched for the fragrance and chose the victory. When I returned, it was late. I started from the thoroughfare near and far, and the fragrance was fine.

Peaceful times. When I was young, I could not bear to throw away my time. Kuang has red makeup, her waist becomes more beautiful, and her smile is worth a fortune. Walking in front of the statue, dancing sleeves with snow falling, the sound of singing stopped. May the rope grow long and tie the flying birds. No matter how much you drink calmly, who can bear to get drunk?

Qianbei (Huang Zhongyu)

The weather in the water town is full of sprinklings of Jianjia and cold dew. The guest house is even more worthy of autumn. Under the empty steps, the wooden leaves are falling, rustling, and the strong wind is sweeping. When I have no clues and I have just woken up from the quiet wine, I am marching outside the sky. I know who to send to my family to convert, and I scream through the clouds.

The crickets rattled at the quiet window, the mouse peered into the cold inkstone, and a little silver shone in the light. The dream pillow is often frightened, the quilt is half-embraced with sorrow, and the heart returns quietly after thousands of miles. How much do you think about the past? Winning the empty space makes the situation more difficult. I can't sleep, I'm tired of this night, and it's hard to know.

Pour the Cup (Dashi Tune)

The golden wind is calm, the autumn is getting old, and the night is clear. It's a sunny day in the small courtyard, the light smoke has suddenly subsided, and the bright moon is shining brightly. Facing the cold light from thousands of miles away, I thought about it for a long time, and it was like a broken scene. He was sentimental and sick early on. That's a fine thing, and I'm happy to review it before the Old Testament.

The most bitter blue clouds are broken, the road to the fairyland is gone, and it is difficult to return to Hong Kong. Every time I sang loudly, I was forced to leave my arms, and when I swallowed hard, I turned into a heartbroken person. The leakage and residual dew are cold. Empty victory, quiet and speechless, and the sadness will never be settled. It's time to stand up again, and the sycamore trees are broken into shadows.

Pouring the cup (powdered water)

The ducks are falling on the frost island, and the wild geese are flying across the mist, clearly painting the autumn colors. The rain finally stopped. Xiaoji sleeps at night, staying at Weicun Mountain Station. Who, under the moonlight, near the wind, plays a Qiang flute. I feel so sad about leaving, I smell the grass on the shore and the cicadas singing like weaving.

For memory. After Farewell, the water is far away and the mountains are far away, so why rely on scales and wings? I want to embroider the pavilion deeply, but I am exhausted and tired of fighting for knowledge. I am a traveler in the world. The clouds return from the Chuxia Gorge, and the people of Gaoyang disperse, leaving no trace of loneliness. Wangjing country. The sky is clear and the distant peaks are green.

Crane Soars to the Sky (Huangzhong Palace)

On the gold list. Occasionally lose the dragon head. The Ming Dynasty temporarily left a virtuous man, how to address him? If the attempt fails, the situation will be easy, and the struggle will not be wild. No need to talk about gains and losses. A talented poet is naturally a prime minister in white clothes. Fireworks in the alleys, picturesque barriers according to the agreement. Fortunately, I find the right person to look for. And nestle in the red green, romantic affairs, life will be smooth. Youth is the same. Forbearing the false reputation, I drank the wine and sang in a low voice.

Magnolia (Apricot Blossom·Third One·Lin Zhongshang)

The cutting has exhausted the spring work, and the thousands of stamens are lightly dipped in the morning glow. Naturally light and refreshing, you can only show your beauty after washing off all the makeup.

The wind pavilion and the moon pavilion lean on each other leisurely. Purple jade branches with red wax bases. The flowers have fallen, but the sorrow has not gone away, and the wine has been brewed to encourage the seeds to form.

Magnolia (Begonia·Third-Two·Lin Zhongshang)

The east wind urges you to reveal your beautiful face. The red bloom is deep but shallow. When the sun is high, I am very tired of washing, and even a drop of fat is not evenly spread over it.

It is raining slightly in Canyangyuan. A new chapter in the capital was revealed. The beauty picks fragrant branches with her delicate hands and puts them in her hairpin to tremble in the wind.

Magnolia (Willow Branch·Three of Three·Lin Zhongshang)

Thousands of golden strands are carried by the wind. Cold food tastes like the beginning of spring. The mist is like rain and spring is coming, and I am proud to sleep three times a day.

Zhangjie Sui Bank is a place for fun. The tower is high and reflects the water low. The king of Chu was waiting in vain for his studies to become popular, but it was not like he was starving to the waist of his palace.

Pour a Cup of Music (Sanshui Tiao)

There is light smoke in the building lock, the water is shining sideways, and the distant mountains are half-hidden with melancholy green. The sail is far away from the shore, the road for travelers is gone, and the sky is full of cold weather. Chu plum blossoms reflect the snow, and several branches are beautiful, reporting the news of youth. The years are full of dreams, the news is broken, and the voice is far away from north to south.

Even if I don’t have any clues, the green will disappear and the red will decrease, and the double belt will be thrown for a long time. But my eyes were filled with tears, looking at Zhu Chengbi. Causing idleness and sorrow to pile up. The rain is like a cloud, the wine is in a flowery mood, and I live up to the guests in Gaoyang. Dreams are extremely difficult. And dream, long time interval.

Sacrifice to the gods (Xie Zhidiao)

Yixiu quilt whispers to each other. The screen is covered by mountains, the red wax is always bright, and the golden beast is filled with smoked orchid sticks. How can I expect that when I get here, I will be in a state of drunkenness and love. It's still dusk when my heart is broken, but it's even more stormy.

Listen to the empty steps and leaks, and the sound of broken voices and frowning. Who is Yi Huan's wife? I want to know the injustice and suffering. Thinking about thousands of miles of mist, distant past appointments, old joy and carelessness, and always no mood.

Partridge Sky (flat tone)

Blow the remaining smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.

Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. You should only know how to live in the future, and love will cage the mandarin ducks in two places.

Return (Zhonglu Diao)

It was a stormy night. There are countless falling flowers and broken reds. Weeping poplars overflow the golden building. Even if the spring is gone, it can't linger.

The butterflies are rare and the bees are scattered. He respects the wine and adds sadness. Passionate and unaccustomed to lovesickness. Stop being melancholy and go home.

Liangzhou Ling (Zhonglu Palace)

Mengjue dawned through the screen window. The remaining lamp shone in the sky. Because of the pain of thinking about people and affairs, the sadness of separation and the regret of separation, there is no limit to how long it will be.

To have deep pity is to have a small heart. Often becomes a worry. A lifetime of melancholy and sadness. The moon is not long and round, and the spring scenery is easy to grow old.

Yan Guiliang (Zhonglu Diao)

Lightly slipping on Luo shoes to cover up the crimson silk. Sound transmission is expensive and painful. The voice is still trembling. See Chad, the two souls disappear.

It’s hard to miss things in a hurry, and it’s boring to go back. If the rain evening and the clouds are in harmony. It looks like a person, there is a clamor.

Midnight music (Zhonglu tune)

The sunny weather, the thin smoke and the warm wind, the clear and clear countryside is relaxing. Pavilions are gradually decorated, and beautiful trees are scattered here and there. The dancing waist is trapped in strength, the weeping poplars are reflected in green, the peach trees are light and the plum blossoms are numerous, and there are countless tender reds. Du Qiyan and Liu Yingdou are bilingual.

Cui'e Nanmo is clustered in clusters, with red shadows and slow moving steps. I am jealous of my beautiful face and beautiful face. The crimson sleeves are raised. The cloud servant girl is trembling in the wind, half-covering her sandalwood mouth and looking shyly at others. The fighting grass and the golden hairpin laugh and compete for gambling.

This wonderful scene suddenly makes me feel depressed, causing melancholy. Think about where the lightness lies. When you are patient, you can live up to your youth. Looking into the sky, I return to the setting sun at dusk. Huanlang Pingfengjian knows where to go.

Qingpingle (Yue Diao)

Blooming flowers. I hate that my return is late. The green is reduced to red and the rare oriole seems lazy. Especially tender and heartbreaking. I can't stand the wine and drink too much. Annoyance turns to sorrow. □□□□□□, passion seems to be ruthless.

Mi Shen Yin (Zhong Lu Ci)

Autumn twilight at the end of the red board bridge. The pale moon reflects the mist. The cold stream is dipped in green and winds around the hanging poplar road. Flying apart again, with delicate hands and tears like rain. The waves are fast and the embankment is far away, and the sails are lifted. Suddenly the years change and the future is blocked.

I feel like spring is fading, and the flowers are gradually floating in the air. A good night will never live up to its fate. The bridal chamber is idle, the small screen is empty, and there is no intention to look at it. Refers to Guiyun, where is the fairyland? The fragrant quilt is warm in the distant night, who cares? I know he made a deep appointment, do you remember?

Main Palace

Jasmine Jasmine (Autumn Night)

Every time autumn comes, it adds a special flavor. The golden wind is moving and the place is deserted. The remaining cicadas are noisy late at night, their cries are so loud that people's hearts are broken. Geng Xiudao, Song Yu is so sad, even stone people must shed tears.

The quilt is cold, the pillow is cold, the night is long and sleepless. The deep courtyard is quiet, the moon is bright and the wind is gentle. Baba looks at the dawn, how can it be so long and so far away? I guess my son is just at the base of the pillow, waiting for someone to come and sleep.

Nv Guanzi (Xia Jing)

Fire clouds are beginning to spread. The sun will always be scorching hot. Thick shade and tall trees. At the bottom of the leaves of the oriole, the feathers are neatly trimmed, and the square tune is coquettish. The wind gradually blows, the pond in the high pavilion and the lotus vomit are vomiting. Painted beams of purple swallows hold mud in their mouths, flying back and forth.

Thinking about good times can easily lead to disappointment. ***Everyone, go to the painting building and pour incense. Hate flowers have no owner. Lying on an elephant bed and a rhinoceros pillow, what kind of mood can you feel? Sometimes dreams are broken, half of the window is full of moonlight, and the curtains penetrate through the door. Last year and tonight, when you fanned me, where was my lover?

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

It is clear in the evening, the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. The fallen leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. More leaking throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.

Who knows, the sentence at that time was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from alcohol, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again. Come to sleep and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilt. I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.

Red window

In the east of the small garden, there are flowers and willows. The red and purple flowers bloomed together again. Attracting bees, butterflies, swallows and warblers, they formed an array and walked away in a hurry.

Feng'eryou is the one who prefers to be more flirtatious. Orioles and swallows eat and tease him.

The bees come in and hide in the flowers. Butterfly, please stay back.

Xijiang Moon

Teachers, teachers and students are beautiful, and the fragrance is more affectionate to me. Anana is longer than and. Four into one.

Fortunately, since Canghuang didn’t pay, it’s been a long time to write new words. Pulled and pressed again several times. The word "treachery" centers on me.

Phoenix Pavilion

We met in a hurry, but I was annoyed that the kindness was too little. In an instant, Yunyuren gave up. Teach me to sit and think while walking, my skin is like peeling. Hate only hate and violate the Old Testament.

When lovesickness becomes a disease, the rain falls even more. The heartbroken man is at the Langan corner. The mountains are far away, the rivers are far away, and the people are far away, and the news is hard to trust. This taste, dusk and bad.