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The moon sets in the west, the door is open and there is no shadow.
At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wu Tongjing.
Parting from Langzhong Xue Tao
Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.
An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.
Once upon a time, it rained heavily.
One night, the hot sun turned into rain, dreaming of cool clothes.
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.
There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field.
Beginning of autumn Liu Han
The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.
There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon.
Caisangzi Feng Yansi
At midnight,
The curtains are heavy.
The slanting moon is hazy,
The flowers are red after the rain.
In the past, I was infinitely sad.
Or the east wind.
Alone in the buttonwood tree,
Idle thinking, idle thinking until dawn.
Wu Ye Binary Anonymous
Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder.
The cold geese are migrating south.
Buttonwood with yellow leaves.
I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.
Heartbroken Xia Wanchun.
Autumn leaves are empty, and the plane leaves are swept at night.
Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.
Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering.
After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.
Summer Zhang Shu Chen Shulan
The curtain wind is getting longer and longer,
There is lotus fragrance in front of the court.
People preach lang under the buttonwood tree,
I want to be a phoenix.
Chen Wenshu in autumn night.
The bottom of buttonwood leaves shows the Milky Way, and it is as cold as a window.
The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.
Yuanyang Pian Chen Ziang
A flying mandarin duck.
Raise your wings to cover up the loss.
Come to the green pool.
* * * To Baiyun Ya.
Sound and appearance are interdependent.
Feather purlin two winding.
Pingping plays Chun Zhu.
Frost around the cold pool.
Pusha has a clean coast.
Shu Ting brushed the water in the pool, and then hung down.
Play here every year.
Follow the years.
Phoenix rises from Cape Dan.
One-way sycamore branch
Hongyan comes to Zisai.
Empty memory of rice fat.
I'm tired of crying.
He Ming left injured.
If these birds.
Fly over the forest.
Brush the tail to clear Jiangpu.
Salvia crossed neck.
The article is negative and strange.
How nice the harmony sounds.
Smell the mandarin duck.
There are mandarin ducks again.
Give it to a beautiful woman.
Well, I have a heart-to-heart relationship.
Five Poems by Wang Changling in Chang Xin Qiu Ci
The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
The autumn halls at night, the sounds at night, and the night in first frost still remember Emperor Han Yi.
Deeper, under the cutting of the silver lamp, my eyes turned to Miyagi Prefecture.
The broom opens the golden palace, and the group fan lingers for a while.
A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.
If the unfortunate man's fate is to be lost in thought for a long time, then he will see the dream of the king waking up again in his mind.
The light shines on the west palace, knowing that it is a night drink, and seeing the favor.
In Changxin Palace, there is only the bright moon, the voice of your highness Yi Dao.
The Millennium Hall is full of traces of weeds, and the red Luo Zhang is in deep love.
Sentence Meng Haoran
Wei Yun is a river of light, with raindrops and phoenix trees.
One by one, I am pregnant with good control. I am Xiao Xiao and Gu. ("provincial test take-off", poem
See "Danyang Collection")
Fangcaodu Feng Yansi
Indus falls, flowers bloom in autumn.
The smoke is cold at first, and the rain is harvested.
Depression is worrying.
After people leave, how much hate, in my heart.
Yan Hongyuan, strong brother complained:
This is a big river.
Mountains are like days, and moons are like hooks.
Break up, dream, lean on tall buildings.
The young mermaid Feng Yansi.
The blue wave curtain hangs Zhu Hu,
Yingying under the curtain
Boluo is still shouting youth,
Wild flowers and fragrant grass are new every year, which is hard to say.
Where is Shengfeng, where are the tall buildings and the moon,
Who can tell the bitterness?
After a while, the phoenix tree was photographed.
At that time, tears were streaming down my face, and the east wind was blowing everywhere, and I hated it.
The young mermaid Feng Yansi.
The new atmosphere in the painting hall is bleak,
Pearl foil hanging late at night
Sleeping in the bridal chamber,
Wutong double shadow fell on Zhu Xuan, step forward.
Where is the high-rise building even a banquet?
Plug the pipe and blow the bitter.
With a farewell,
It's hard to find an old lover and hate his guts.
Picking mulberry seeds Li Yu
Keywords pulley, jinjing, wutong night,
Several trees frightened autumn.
Rain brings new sadness,
A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Joan's window was broken in spring,
Look back, boss.
If you want to organize a big tour,
Jiuqu cold wave does not flow back.
Meet in
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. [ 1]
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
Is sad, [2]
Don't have a taste in my heart. [3]
Zhegu Tian Li Qingzhao
Lock the windows in cold weather,
Indus should hate night frost.
The wine column prefers bitter tea,
A broken dream should refresh your mind.
Autumn has passed,
The days are still long,
Zhong Xuanhuai is much more desolate.
Why don't you get drunk without respect,
Don't be afraid of the yellow flowers on the east fence.
Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji
Yao xian freehand brushwork,
The meaning of the string is broken.
This book is full of infinite things,
I still hate it.
Lie down and listen to the phoenix tree that refuses the rain.
The rain is dark and the moon is hazy.
Where is the soul of the night dream,
Back to the Yang Ye building.
Xiang zi zi Yan Dao Ji
Late green, cold and red, fragrant and urgent.
Cherish the years, who are you with today?
Yun Lan is scattered and the figures are magnificent.
Look at Julian dying, Gong Shan getting old and complaining about the autumn wind.
Where is the moment when the waves fall and the leaves fall,
If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred.
Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
That's where the soul disappears. On a moonlit night, the pink screen is empty.
Qing ping le Yan yi
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply.
Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither.
The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Sit at night, Zhang Lei.
No one in the house is bright in autumn, and the night frost clears first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind.
Wu Wenying, Xie Lianhuan
Cool thin at dusk. I suspect that the breeze moved the bamboo, so my old friend came to Miao.
Gradually, the night grew long and the fireflies were idle.
Take a photo, the dark part is white.
Dreams come true in pairs, and the phoenix jade rope falls to the west.
Covering and practicing [1] the curtain is tired, which makes the old man feel sad and sweaty.
Silver bottles hate sinking and broken ropes.
Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.
Let go of the shadow and the bright moon,
Early dust damages Danqing, and Chushan keeps his promise.
The green is cold and the red is red. I'm afraid to dive in the West Pool.
Remember Hunan and Hubei, crimson and black. Withered flowers and fallen calyx.
Zhou Zizhi, Zhejiang
When a little residual red is about to run out.
The screen is full of cool autumn air.
It rained on the plane leaves in the middle of the night.
The sound of leaves parting.
Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.
At that time, they sang partridge words together.
It's windy and rainy now,
I shed tears when I didn't hear the song clearly.
Bodhisattva Zhushu Needle
Autumn sounds rise and fall, and humming adds sorrow.
Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.
Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil?
Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.
Zhu is in the autumn night.
Sleepless nights, crisp autumn,
Candle flowers are often cut until evening.
The bed is cool and full of buttonwood trees.
The moon without phoenix tree is very bright.
Qingjiang takes money from Lin.
Kindness fell on Wan Fan,
Save it for the sad season.
Indus leaves a leaf,
For thousands of months,
There is a lot of noise.
Fuck Meng Jiao.
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together.
Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well!
Dingxi fanweizhuang
Pick up all the golden lights and red embers,
People are burning,
Delayed leakage,
When I'm awake.
Leaning against the silver screen, speechless,
Worry is on the eyebrows.
Kill the phoenix rain,
Acacia
More missing text
Jade furnace incense, red wax tears,
Some photo galleries in Qiu Si.
The eyebrows and eyes are sparse, and the clouds are residual.
The night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood, night rain,
If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a voice,
Empty steps lead to bright places.
Xiangzi Li Qingzhao
The grass is flying,
Alarmed the phoenix tree,
There is a deep sorrow on earth and in the sky.
Yuntai moon and earth,
The lock is heavy.
If you float vertically,
Floating,
Don't meet.
Star bridge magpie driving,
See you after many years,
Want to leave love, don't hate poverty.
Penny and Weaver Girl,
Is nothing more than separation.
It will be sunny for a while,
It's raining,
It's windy
Qin Yi's "Li E Qing Zhao"
Lingaoge,
Smoke and light protection in Ye Ping in chaotic mountains.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!
Li Bai, Xie Tiao North Building, Qiudeng Xuancheng
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?