White Begonia

Half rolled Hunan curtain and half closed door, grinding ice for soil and jade for pots.

Steal the pear stamen, borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul.

The moon cave immortals sew their robes, and the autumn boudoirs try to cry.

Shy and silently complained to whom, tired of leaning on the west wind and the night was dark.

Painting Hall Spring (Nalan Rongruo)

A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy?

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the day.

The pulp is easy to take to the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run.

If the tolerance is similar to Oxford, it is relatively forgetful of poverty.

One-word poem Chen Xinqing

A sail, a river, a fishing boat, a fisherman and a fishing hook.

A pitch and a smile, a river and a bright moon and a river autumn.

Seven uniques

The evening rain falls on a pool of autumn, and the wind in the evening is sorrowful.

Don't get tired of floating life is only a dream, and the fate is half a lifetime but there is no life.

A smile and a sadness, a lifetime of obsession and a lifetime of drunkenness.

A sigh and a reincarnation, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

To whom is the fame given, last autumn river water,

Drunk and lying down I don't know how to worry tonight, mourning the kite and tears, who persuaded me to have a thousand cups?

The past is difficult to chase the war horse fat, and Hu Ji sends the king back,

No one guesses what is going on in the cultivation of the Tao, Qingyun envies the birds, and he is drunk in front of the figure.

A cut plum. Boat across the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie)

A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured, the boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.

Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind goes fluttering, and the rain is dashing.

When will I go home and wash my robes? The silver word sheng tone, the heart word incense burning.

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

Qingyu case. Yuan Xi (Xin Qiji)

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance,

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times,

Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Sauvignon Blanc (Bai Juyi)

Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flow to Guazhou Gudutou, Wushan is a little worried.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it returns, the moonlight people leaning on the building.

Eight to (Tang Li Zhi)

To near to far east and west, to deep to shallow clear stream.

Up to the sun and the moon, to the deep to the shallow clear stream.

Yanqiu words (Yuan Hao asked)

Ask the world, what is love, and what is the promise of life and death? The south and the north of the world,

Old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and happy, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have a saying,

Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom.

Hengfen Road, lonely and drummed, the smoke is still flat. Summoning the soul of Chu some sighs,

Mountain ghosts cry in the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous, and I don't believe it, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages.

In order to stay in the sassy people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

Jiang Chengzi (Su Shi)

I remember a dream on the twentieth night of the first month of Yimao

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, with nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Unraveling the chain (Zhou Bangyan)

Resentment has no support, the lover is cut off, and the letter is Liaomiao.

Indulgence in the skillful hand, can untie the chain, like the wind scatters the rain, the fog is light and thin.

The swallow building is empty, the dark dust lock, and a bed of strings.

If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, it is all the old time, and you can plant red medicine by hand.

Tingzhou gradually gave birth to Du Ruo, the boat is bent on the shore, and the people are in the corner of the sky.

Remember, the day's music book, gossip and gossip, to always burn it.

Shuiyi spring back, hope to send me, Jiangnan plum calyx.

拚 (pàn) in this life, to flowers and wine, for Yi tears.

Cangyang Gyatso

I was worried about hurting the Brahman, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain.

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

One cut plum (Tang Yin)

The rain hits the pear blossom deep closed door. Forget about youth, mistake youth.

Who is happy to talk about? Ecstasy under flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrowful eyebrows are gathered at the end of the day. Thousands of marks, 10,000 marks.

Dawn looks at the sky and twilight looks at the clouds. Walk and think, sit and think.

Autumn Wind Words Three-five-seven words

The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright,

The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws perch on the panic.

I know when I see each other, and I am embarrassed at this time.

Enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness.

Sauvignon Blanc is a long memory, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite.

I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

Su Musha (Zhou Bangyan)

Burn agarwood, kill the heat. Birds and birds call for sunshine, invading the eaves of the eaves.

The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts one by one.

Hometown Yao, when to go? The family lives in Wumen, and sits for a long time in Chang'an Brigade.

Do you remember the fishermen in May? Small 楫 light boat, dream like Furong Pu.

Su Musha (Fan Zhongyan)

Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke on the waves.

The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky is connected to the water, the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the travel, night and night unless, good dreams leave people to sleep.

The bright moon is a high-rise building, and the wine is sad, turning into lovesick rain.

Waist skirt (Zhang Xian)

The frost toad shines on the night clouds, and the hazy shadow is outlined.

Human affection is like a long love month, counting a year. And you can get it again, a few rounds.

If you want to send the Xijiang inscription leaf word, you can't flow it, in front of the five pavilions.

There is a new lotus green in the east pond, which is still as small as money. Ask what day and when is the lotus.

Waves of Sands (Li Yu)

The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and spring will be over. Luo Ji is not tolerant of five colds.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for joy.

Alone without relying on the railing, infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when it is difficult to see.

Flowing water falls and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth.

Farewell (Du Mu)

Affectionate but always seems to be ruthless, but I can't laugh in front of the bottle.

The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.

Poppy Beauty (Jiang Jie)

The boy listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are calling the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk downstairs, the temples have stars.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the pre-step drips to the dawn.

Hairpin Phoenix (Lu You)

Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, full of spring palace wall willows,

The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a cup of sadness, a few years away,

Wrong, wrong, wrong

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, tears are red and silky,

The peach blossoms fall, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is there, the brocade book is difficult to support,

Mo, Mo, Mo

Hairpin Phoenix (Tang Wan)

The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends the dusk flowers to fall.

The wind is dry, the tears are remnant, I meet my heart, the monologue railing,

Hard, hard, hard

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing.

The horn is cold, the night is cold, I am afraid of people asking, I swallow tears and pretend to be happy,

Hide, hide, hide