What are Nalan Xingde’s words?
Dream of Jiangnan
When the crows are gone, who does Xiaoli hate? The sudden snow turns over the fragrant pavilion catkins, the gentle breeze blows the plum blossoms in the gall bladder, and the words in my heart have turned to ashes.
Bodhisattva Man
The wind and rain are blowing in the wind, and it is more painful to stay away from others. I sleep on my pillow for several autumns, and the toad sings his string early.
The cold night was frightening, and the tears and lanterns fell. Everywhere is sad, the light dust is in Yuqin.
Also
The flower slave drum has not stopped to urge the flowers, but when I wake up from the drunkenness, I can see the remaining red dancing. I couldn't bear to cover the rest of my wine glass, and cried several times in the face of the wind.
Look at the pink fragrance and then say goodbye, leaving only the moon at that time. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably.
Again
The spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly back. People are in the jade tower, the building is high and the wind blows from all sides.
A handful of shredded willow tobacco, a dark-colored cage with mandarin duck tiles. Rest close to Xiaolangan, where the setting sun is infinite.
The Bodhisattva Man
The rain was falling across the flowers, and I was speechless with a snap of my fingers. Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long and drooping veins.
The scenery of Xiaoping Mountain is far away, and the makeup is thin and the lead is light. Standing on the Yao ladder alone, wearing gold-threaded shoes through the cold.
Again
The crystal curtain is a sad white, and the clouds and fragrant mist are far away. Speechless to ask for more clothes, the moon is already in the west.
The west wind blows in the weft, and no one is allowed to sleep in sorrow. Just last autumn, I felt like crying.
Linjiang Immortal
Bajiao’s heart was broken, and her voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand.
My tired eyes are blurry at first sight, and half of them are blurry when I look at them again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?
Also
I had a personal appointment last night, and Yan Chengyu missed three updates. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's late at night and people are still awake, and mice are watching the lamps.
It turns out that Qu Tang Feng was in the way and wrongly taught people to hate ruthlessness. There was silence outside the small corridor. Several times when the intestines are broken, the wind blows to protect the flower bells.
Poppy
Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world.
The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret thread is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night.
Again
We meet again in the depths of Qulan, and we tremble with tears. After a desolate farewell, the two echoed each other, and the most overwhelming thing was the sorrow and resentment in the bright moon.
I have slept alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first trick is to draw a skirt.
Also
The silver bed is filled with asphalt, and the grass is covered with powder in autumn. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves.
I miss you every inch in the corridor, and I lean against the falling moon. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
Another (Autumn Evening Stroll)
The ground is filled with traces of sorrow and no one can care about it, and the shadows on the wet rim are exposed. The small steps on the idle steps are more desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.
Being sentimental is tiring, and the heart is broken. The words on the red paper are blurred against the wall, and I recall that the hand in front of the lamp is the book of Yi.
The pine clouds on the temples
The pillow is fragrant, and the flowers are leaking through the path. We met as promised and chatted after dusk. The season is thin and cold, people are sick and drinking wine, shoveling pear blossoms on the ground, thinning in the east wind all night long.
Hide the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?
The green shirt is wet and mourning
There have been so many sad things lately, who can tell me more about it? Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.
I understood it at the time, but now I have given it up, it is always a loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.
Qin Yuan Chun Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, I dreamed that the deceased woman was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hands and choking with sobs, saying too many words that she could no longer remember. But there is a parting saying: "I wish I could be the moon in the sky, and I still get to meet Lang every year." The woman has never written poetry, and she doesn't know how she got it. She felt that it was a poem afterward
Life is fleeting, and her life is so miserable. , How can I forget when I wander low? I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the wind played with the rain; at the bend of the carved lantern, they both leaned against the setting sun. Dreams are hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I will cry even more if I win. The remains are there, but they are only turned around, but they are not allowed to be looked at.
Rediscovering the vast blue sky. If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning. The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced. It’s really helpless, the sound of the beautiful sound is next to the flute, and the music is composed of the ileum.
Yu Zhonghao It was a windy and rainy night on the fourth day of July, and tomorrow was the deceased woman’s birthday
The dust covered the sparse curtains and the curtains were floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw green emerald green leaves next to the rhinoceros box.
Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withering poplar leaves are hard to cut off, and the cold rain and wind are blowing across the painted bridge.
Nan Xiangzi wrote a photo for his deceased wife
Crying but silently, he only regretted his past kindness and relied on his paintings to reflect on his feelings. Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.
The other words are very clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.
Jinluqu: Thoughts on the anniversary of my late wife’s death
When will this regret end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.
If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. When we get married, we will know him for life. I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.
Die Lianhua
The most pity for hard work is the moon in the sky, which is like a ring overnight and becomes a knot every night. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
It is not easy to cut off the worldly fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
Die Lian Hua
I went to the place where the green poplar tree once folded, and without saying a word, I hung my whip and walked all over the Qingqiu Road. The sky is filled with decaying grass and there is no thought, and the sound of wild geese is far away heading towards Xiaoguan.
I don’t hate the hardship of traveling to the end of the world, I just hate the west wind, blowing dreams into the past and present. There is still a long way to go tomorrow, and the clothes are stained by the fresh cold rain.
Shanhuazi
The wild moss under the forest leads to Yun's house, and the jade bones are pitied against the dust and sand. There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns.
The duckweeds of half a lifetime are lost in the water, and the famous flowers are buried in a night of cold rain. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.
Qingpingle
The Yellow Flower Festival is desolate and miserable. In the dream, the sound of the anvil did not stop, which made the crickets grieve even more.
The dust gives birth to swallows in the empty building, and the remaining strings are thrown at the bedside. The same morning breeze and waning moon are now adding sadness to my emotions.
Again
The wind and rain on the temples come unexpectedly. Tired of leaning on the magnolia and looking at the halo of the moon, it is easy to whisper and the fragrance is close.
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and my heart is far away. From now on, the spring will be sad and the farewell will be sad, and the dusk will only look at the pear blossoms.
Ru Meng Ling
It is the golden well of the windlass, full of red and cold falling flowers. When they met suddenly, they were confused. Whoever saves, saves. From then on, the pattern of the bamboo mat and the shadow of the lamp were reflected.
Also
Where are the yellow leaves and moss on the way back, and the fragrant pink clothes. The news is so heavy, I miss you a lot tonight. Autumn rain, half of the autumn rain is blown away by the wind.
Also
In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense, the teaching is drunk and shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.
Picking mulberry seeds
Tongxia has been flying for a long time. Who is the person next to? Whose side are you with? Yuqing can't sleep tonight.
The incense sales are extinguished by the cold lamp, and the autumn is still here. Quietly counting the autumn, but mistakenly expecting it to come to an end.
Again
Who will translate the Yuefu Desolate Song? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have been exhausted for another night.
I don’t know what is lingering in my arms, I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I am drunk, I have never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams.
Again
The cold fragrance lingers all over the red bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home.
Who can play drums after farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.
Picking mulberry seeds
Peach blossoms die of shame and are grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong.
Whoever sympathizes with the hard-working Dongyang is thin, but also feels carefree in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place.
Also
Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and sky, melancholy and alienated. Not to mention separation, but there are always no tears in a good night.
We can only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad.
Again
Even if I turn on the lamp and write on red paper, I am still bored. The jade leak is far away, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by the jade flute.
A few poles of bamboo are being repaired in the middle of the rain, and the leaves are rustling. Share the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao.
Also
Liang Sheng dew Qi Xiang string moist, dark dripping flowers. Who shakes the shadow of the curtain, the wicker on the wind silk.
The dancing Kun mirror box is opened and covered frequently, and the sandalwood powder is in a carefree tone. Tears flowed like a flood in the morning, and the fragrance of the quilt last night made me feel that my dream was far away.
Also
The native flowers were dyed with Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead were difficult to eliminate. Whoever knocks Qingyun, it’s not rhino vertebrae but phoenix qiao.
It should only accompany Duanxi Zi for a long time and cut off the autumn tide. The parrot secretly teaches, and Fang Xiang sees the jade flute in front of him.
Also
The white clothes are standing on the Zhu Lan, and the cold moon is in the west. A little bit of frost on the temples, will you know whether you are coming home or not?
The geese with broken eyes are still missing, and the ruler elements are still rare. Blindly longing for lovesickness, almost mimicking the old days.
Picking mulberry seeds
The ruins of the Xie family’s courtyard are replaced by new ones, and the swallows are placed in the carved beams. The monthly silver wall, if you don’t distinguish the flowers, how can you distinguish the fragrance?
This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.
Again
Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, all the plows and flowers are gone, the moon is back to the west.
Hua Tang Chun
A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It is easy to beg for ointment to the blue bridge, but it is difficult to escape into the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
When the flowers fall
Who calls me down the stairs at sunset with a handful of catkins. Turning back and holding back laughter, I stood in front of the steps, always speechless and reluctant.
The letter has no evidence, so don’t talk about lovesickness. I advise Yi Hao to get drunk by the red window, but she will be out of reach when the flowers fall.
The Legend of the River
Spring is light, red is resentful. Covering the double rings, painting is leisurely among the flowers in the light rain. Silent tears will burst into tears. In the dim light, the fragrance is sold and the dream returns.
Leaning on the painting screen and thinking about the past are all wrong. They are just words of lovesickness. I remember that at that time, the garden was full of weeping willow silk, flower branches, and butterflies.
Huanxisha
It is difficult to remember the long string and want to say goodbye. Yingying has been separated from Yinwan since then. There will be no wind and snow to destroy it.
At what time does the green bird cut brocade characters, and the jade insect cuts spring streamers all night long. Can't help but worry about the situation.
Also
Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea.
At that time, it was just commonplace.
Again
The lotus leaks three times and the candle is half a candle, and the apricot blossoms are lightly wet with light rain. How about sending red beans to boring?
The spring scenery is already as thick as wine, and the promise of returning home is as strong as the tide. Who can recruit the beauty who has left the soul and entered the night?
Also
The wind throws away the remaining autumn grass. Gao Wu is wet and the moon is cold and silent. At that time, the Qixi Festival recorded a deep alliance.
Believe in the marriage of feathers and clothes, regret it and be buried in the city. The world is full of rain bells.
Again
Half of the setting sun comes down from the small building, and the red curtain is tilted with a soft gold hook. You can't be sad when you lean on the railing without any thoughts.
There was a girl named Yingying riding a horse. She was very elegant with light makeup and dark shades. He is shy but looks back when he sees someone.
Breaking through the Huanxi sand
The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and graceful, with lotus root silk hanging around them; take care of each other and pick up a petal of incense to remember your past life.
When a person is sentimental, his sentiments turn weak, and now he really regrets his sentiments; when he looks back with a broken heart, he sheds no tears.
Meet each other happily
The falling flowers are like a dream, the musk smoke is faint, and the setting sun dives to the west of the small building.
Who knows if there is endless sorrow and weight loss? I taught the jade-cage parrot to read Lang's poems.
Reduced word magnolia
The candles shake their shadows, and the cold quilt is just about to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking.
The vast blue sky is full of love between heaven and earth. It is difficult for people to get through, but they are willing to be steady and endure the storm.
Again
We met without saying a word, a hibiscus catching the autumn rain. The little girl is dizzy with redness, and the servant girl's heart is like a phoenix.
When the general calls out in a low voice, he is just concentrating his feelings to avoid being seen. If you want to complain about your deep feelings, you turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.
Magnolia flower order imitates the ancient decisive words
If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.
Lishan’s words are gone until half past midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing, but I still don’t complain. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
Langtaosha
The night rain makes autumn, which hits his heart and teaches him to cherish and protect romance. Who does it bring trouble to, and who does it bring shame to?
Secret feelings never end, and secret wishes are difficult to fulfill. The four-roll bead curtain and the moon serve as the building. Secretly recalling that the wedding day is really like a dream, but dreams must remain.
Again
The red shadow wets the quiet window, and the spring light is thinned out. The rain is lingering but the sun is setting outside the flowers. Who sees her wearing a thin shirt and a low bun, hugging her knees and thinking.
There is no way that is not desolate. I have been close to holding the cup. Secretly thinking about what could break people's hearts. It was in his spring dream that he glimpsed the corridor.
Partridge Sky, Lihen
Standing on her back, Yingying pretends to be ashamed, and moves her plum blossoms to hit her shoulders. If you want to leave and hate, you will find a man to tell you, but when you find the man, you will return to hate and stop.
The clouds are flowing, the water is long, and the sound of the horizontal flute locks the empty building. When is the moon shining over the spring stream, there is a boat with hanging willow trees on the broken bank.
Birth of Cha Zi
The east wind does not understand the sorrow and secretly unfolds the Hunan skirt. Carrying a sarong alone at night, reflecting the slender waist painting.
When the water is boiling, the smoke sinks, and the dew drops drop from the mandarin duck tiles. Flower bones should be fragrant when cold, under small standing cherries.
Again
Melancholy, the colorful clouds are flying, and the blue sky is falling, what do you know? There are no albizia flowers in sight, and the acacia tree is empty.
It’s always a different time, so that’s clear. They were sentenced to the longest night, and they were tired of the rain.
Lotus Leaf Cup
Who is the confidant? Already. Win and miss his life. Love seems to be ruthless in ancient times, and regrets are clear in other words.
Mo Daofang's time is easy to pass, day and night. Cherish the good days. Guidance for Yi's destiny to come again, and the rain to wash away her legacy.
Reminiscing about Jiangnan and staying in Shuanglin Temple
Disheartened, I have yet to become a complete monk. The wind and rain wear away the farewell of life and death. It seems like we have known each other only in isolation, but our love cannot be awakened.
After shaking, the clear blowing is audible. The raindrops are floating in the dark, and the leaves of the golden well are drifting. When I hear the wind and the sound of bells, I am so blessed that I can fall in love with the city.
The shadow of the jade chain
Where are the leaves rustling and raining? The flowers on the eaves are completely wet, and people at the bottom of the flowers are speechless. Covering the mountain, the jade furnace is cold. Who can see the two frowning eyebrows leaning against the railing.
(Note: The melody of this tune is not recorded, or it may be composed by oneself)
Huanxisha
Who conveyed the news to Juishuang? There are two rows of swan geese in the blue sky, and the late autumn scenery is even more desolate.
The person holding the silver garlic curtain is silent, and the jade hairpin knocking on the candle is full of letters. The yellow flowers bloom close to the Double Ninth Festival.
Huanxisha
Who knows that it is not pitiful to wander around? The old travel season is so beautiful that people with broken hearts have been there for many years.
A blush comes from the rain, with a few wisps of soft green and smoke. The beautiful soul disappears before the sunset.
Nanxiangzi
The warm rain has just begun to collect, and all the flowers have fallen into the quiet courtyard. I picked a pair of red beans, lowered my head, and shed tears while talking.
People go away like a spring break, and the wine once left the stone. There are people crossing peach leaves and boats, and they are all worried about a kind of mist.
天仙子
The moon has set in the city and the crows have not stopped crowing, and it is sleepless and early to wake up. The frosty courtyard is timidly dressed, the heart is quiet, and the red lantern is lingering. Who knows what I am waiting for?
Die Lianhua
I can't keep the scenery in my eyes, it's warm and fragrant, and I go up to the carved saddle again. The thick tobacco smoke covers the road, and the weeping poplars are the acacia trees.
Melancholy and jade face become obstacles in the room, why is the east wind not the master of prosperity. The broken belt still leaves a begging sentence, and the traces of Banzhui are nowhere to be found.
Visiting Kinmen
The wind is blowing, and the water is soaking the blue sky at dawn. In one mirror, the wet clouds are not clear, and the rain is clear and the spring grass is clear.
Who sweeps the snails in the dream? There are small red flowers falling outside the curtain. When I sleep alone, my feelings are quiet. Where can I express my sorrow?
The golden man holds the dew tray, watching the lotus in Jingye Temple, with Sun friends in mind
The lotus root is light in the wind, the lotus dew is cold, the broken rainbow is closed, the window is red, and the curtain hooks have just been hooked up.
The fields are covered with green cover, and fish and waves are fragrant in the setting sun. At this time, the painting pavilion is hanging by the poplar bank, and I am sleeping and combing my hair.
Old travel traces, Zhao Tilu, everywhere, full of worries. I want to take a leisurely stroll on Furong Lake. The red clothes are in disarray, lying down looking at the peach leaves to send to the orchid boat. The noon wind blows away the dream of Jiangnan, and the dream is full of water.
Dream Jiangnan
It’s good to be new, and you can sing tiger head lyrics well. There is only a dream in the cold fragrance, very thin and without poetry. The standard will be known early.
Qing Ping Le Recalling Liang Fen
As soon as I heard the rain at night, I felt that autumn was like this. The people who surrounded the building were silent, and their dreams turned into sorrow without any evidence.
Thousands of chaotic mountains and rivers cross the river, I recall where you are when you are tired of traveling. Do you know the red candle in the small window? It's a desolate night for people.
Golden Thread Song comforts the western sky
What can add to the sadness? But let him and God tease you, don't teach grinding and nirvana. Every time there are more disappointments and less success, few people will be satisfied in the end. You must know that blessings are lost only because of their causes. Lying alone on the bed of quinoa and watching the Big Dipper, I carried the high city on my back and played the jade flute until it turned to blood. Listen to the Qiao drum and watch the music clearly.
The husband did not want to be too hot, so he took a leisurely trip and cooked food in the five lakes in a small boat. Tears are like the endless autumn rain, and they are sprinkled on the yellow butterfly of Noda. You must not envy and Chengming trains. The horses, carriages, and dust are still busy, let the west wind blow the cold Chang'an moon. There is also a small temple with flowers like snow.
And Jiang Ximing said goodbye and gave me this as a gift
Who will stay with you again? Sighing about life, turning over the clutches several times, becomes old age. What I most recall is the candlelight at the west window, but I talk about the rain at home in the mountains. No matter what, we get together temporarily. The Yangtze River is rustling and the trees are rustling, sending the distant sky and white geese mourning away. Under the yellow leaves, it looks like autumn.
The attribution adds to the sadness. The material is strong, the cold smoke is cold, and the moon is cold, and I live in Chifanyu. One incident saddens you, and you are in a state of desolation, and your temples are fluttering and untouched. There are Jie Yi and the children of Chang'an. Qiu Wei has entered the space and space, and believes in the ancient times, so that he can bear the truth. Hateful life experience, who can say anything?
Drink your red lips
It is cool in the small courtyard, and when you come in late, you will feel your clothes are thin. Don't drink alone, socializing with nothing.
Xiao Temple pities you, and you should leave Xiao Suo. The west wind is strong, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of locust flowers fall.
Hundred-Character Order Suhan'er Village
The ruthless wildfire takes advantage of the west wind to burn the grass everywhere. The elm is back in the ice and snow, and the cold on the hair is blowing old. The herding horses neigh, the Zhengjia moves wildly, and they merge into the arms of sorrow. We will definitely know how much weight Yu Lang will lose tonight.
My brain is full of fat and my intestines are full of fat, which is still difficult to bear. This desolate smoke is falling. What's more, after Wen Yuan was haggard, he couldn't regain the style of Jiu Long. Huilefeng is cold, Shoujiang City is far away, and the dream is around the home mountain. There are so many different feelings, but only the clear roar can be heard.
Huanxi Sand
I want to express my sorrow by the wild goose, but the westerly wind turbid wine leaves my face miserably. The sky is blue during the yellow flower season.
The ancient garrison was surrounded by beacon smoke, and the villages were untied at sunset. I don’t know how many people have returned from the battle.
Huanxisha
Walk towards the bank of Yunshan Mountain. The north wind cuts off the neighing of the horses. In late autumn, it feels like we are far away from each other.
A wisp of late smoke desolates the garrison, and half a pole tilts toward the old Guancheng. How long will the deep hatred of ancient and modern times end?
Huanxi Sand
Having become accustomed to the end of the world, there is no worry, the cold clouds are fading and the grass is gradually turning into autumn. Man Yin got up from sleep and went upstairs again.
I am accompanied by Xiao Xiaowei on behalf of the horse, and the laughing man is lonely with the petunia. Laborers are only entitled to a lifetime of rest.
Huanxi Sand
Thousands of miles of sand in the Yinshan Mountains, who will fight the frost with green temples? Half of the strength of the past year is at the end of the world.
The dream never leaves Jin Qushu, and he draws pictures and displays the jade crow fork in person. If you are pitiful and thin, you will lose a penny.
Huanxisha
Thousands of willows send horses' hooves, and the geese coming from the north are flying south. Who among the guests will change their spring clothes?
The leisurely feelings of the past are finally reflected, a spring dream is chasing the silk thread, and the letter is written back after saying goodbye for a long time.
Meet each other happily
The faint clouds touch the distant peaks, and the coldness is just like the personal thrush at dawn.
Red wax tears, green silk quilt, heavy water, but listen to the west wind with Huang Maoye shop.
Nangezi Ancient garrison
In the ancient garrison, hungry birds gather, and wild pheasants fly in the deserted city. In what year is the fire of calamity left with ashes, try to see the heroes with green blood, full of dragons.
The jade tent is empty and the bases are divided, and the golden bamboo stick has stopped blowing. When the east wind looks back, it will lead to misfortune, and if it does not lead to death, it is not humanly possible.
Washing on the sand and looking at the sea
The mirage was half blurry, and I exclaimed when I stepped on the waves. Any general will laugh at the world. Bathing in the sun's glory and bathing in the moon, I want to take advantage of it.
Caught six turtles but no turtles? The pole brushes the coral. Sangtian Qingqian asked Magu. The air floats and the water is collected every day. Is that a Peng Hu?
Good things are coming soon
Looking at the green mountains from the horse's head, it is so scattered and prosperous. Then look towards the broken smoke and decaying grass, and recognize the inscription on the moss stele.
Don't talk about the broken halberd, only shed tears of sadness in autumn. Under the setting sun, under the Ming Tombs, I passed by Xinfeng Hunting Cavalry.
Nine days of picking mulberry seeds
Who remembers each other in the dead of autumn, the leaves of the wood are rustling. The country roads are long. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.
Cherish the beautiful scenery during good times, not to climb high. I just feel out of my mind. The southern geese are even more lonely when they return.
Nanlou Ling Chongjiu outside the Great Wall
The ancient trees are approaching people in autumn, and the hair on the temples is frightened. It's the Double Ninth Festival, where can I be sad? I remember the melancholy things that happened back then, when it was windy and rainy, and I went down to the south building.
How long can a broken dream be left, but the fragrant soul will cease after crying. Weird cicadas, empty quilts. The frost is falling, the crows are crowing, and I can't sleep. I just want to think about the old romance.
A morning look at Huanghuacheng with some crimson lips
The light of the five nights is cold, and the snow is as flat as the stack. What's the limit of the west wind? I'll put on my clothes and watch.
I feel confused about this and sigh. At what time, the dawn stars are about to disperse, and the geese fly over the sand.
Die Lianhua emerges from the fortress
The rivers and mountains of today and ancient times are uncertain. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, horses come and go frequently. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees.
In the past there were countless grievances.
The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk. How deep is the love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain.
Sauvignon Blanc
One step away from the mountains, one step away from the water, walking towards the bank of the pass, thousands of tents with lights on in the deep night.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
Like a dream
The people in the tents and domes are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Returning to my dream across the Lang River, I was shattered by the sound of the river again. Still sleeping, still sleeping, the solution is tasteless when I wake up.
The Bodhisattva Man
The late morning wind blows away the snow at midnight, and the beautiful soul is still in love with the peach blossom moon. If the dream is good, don't wake it up, let others do what's good for you.
Listen to the painting corner for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. The horses neighed, and the remaining stars flickered the banner.
The Bodhisattva is barbaric
He stays in spring because of the haggardness of spring, and the rain comes back in a short while. Cherries are sold in the deep alleys, and they look even more beautiful after the rain.
In the Qinglei Pavilion at dusk, the flowers are wandering. The sound of an oriole disappears, and the east wind expresses the love of March.
(The second sentence in the lower palace is written in Nalan's handwriting as "endurance***".)
Bodhisattvaman
I asked you why you can take parting so lightly, and how long can you spend in one year? A few full moons. The willow trees are like silk, the spring in my hometown is over.
You can’t return in spring, two oars are separated by pines and flowers. The old things have faded away with the cold wave, but the hatred of the cuckoo is still lingering
And again
Hazel brambles are everywhere on the road to the mountain city, Zhenghong is not worried about people living there. Where is Chang'an, with wet clouds and cold rain.
The slightest heartbreak should be tears of sadness. I shed a lot of tears at the guests, but I can't help myself when I return.
Again
The yellow clouds cover three thousand miles, and the crows rise from the west bank of the female wall. The sun sets over the mountains and the mountains are cold, Xiao Xiao returns from the hunting horse.
The sound of the bamboo raft cannot be heard, and the city is dark in the night sky. Autumn dream of not returning home, broken lamps and broken flowers.
Qingpingle
The smoke is light and the rain is light, making it difficult to see the blue sky. A ray of broken rainbow hangs down from the tree branches, and the remaining light from the chaotic mountains is reflected.
If you rely on high vision to cut off the journey, the dusk clouds will spread over thousands of miles. Day and night the river flows eastward, and the brocade book should support the Pisces.
Qing Ping Le Fa Haner Village's inscription on the wall
Looking at the setting of the moon, who can support the guest's thoughts? Looking at Lijia Mountain, the clouds are deserted, and there seems to be a corner of a red building.
Unsatisfactory things happen every year, passing away the wind and smoke. I lost to Mr. Wuling. At this time, my dream was lingering in front of the flowers.
Qing Ping Yue Tanqin Gorge Inscription on the Wall
Ling Ling all night long, who is the soul mate? It's like a dream about where the future is. It's hard to write a song while feeling sad.
The sky is closed in the clouds, and people follow the geese falling in the west wind. Call for red lapels and green sleeves, don’t teach heroes to shed tears.
Yu Zhonghao
Who knows that traveling in Yinshan is difficult. Thousands of people rejoiced in the storm and blood. The dew spots on the pine tops are stained with eagle feathers, and the reed leaf creek is deep and there is no saddle.
Rest under a tree and look into the forest. Yellow sheep feast on golden plates. The frost and wind are blowing all night, but I hold my mink fur and complain about the early cold.
Good in Zhonghao
If you can't sleep like silk, you can sleep alone in the border town. Because I heard the rain coming in the middle of the night, I remembered the midnight lights in the red building.
The book is solemn, the hatred is clear, and the sky will turn sadness into sentimentality. When I got up and slapped my hands to seal the title, I missed the word "Yuanyang".
Good in Zhonghao
The wild geese fly one after another against the cold clouds, heading south still complaining about their late return. Who can lose weight on the mountain road? When the west wind blows on the temples again.
People are alone and thinking, and there are no fragrant trees or crows. I will sweep the moon in front of the dark window, holding on to the present day to take parting photos.
Shengchazi
The short flame picks the remaining flowers, and the sound is silent for a long time. Tired of dancing but smelling chicken, secretly feeling that Qing Ling is wet.
The water in the sky meets the mist, and the southwest corner is white. I want to cross the Huanhua River, but my dream is light and powerless in the distance.
The courtyard is full of flowers
The crows are rumbled by the snow, horses are leaping on the ice of the river, and the wind blows the dragon pile. The scene is always sad when the clouds are weeping at night. Waiting to dance in the middle of the night, there are village chickens wherever there is no one. It should only be that the golden bamboo shoots secretly, and the clothes are stained with tears.
It should be noted that the outcome of the chessboard has been overturned in the past and present events. I sigh one after another, and look back and make mistakes. There are only a few lines of ancient history left, and the stele is broken and broken under the setting sun. Time flies, mixed with river water, how long will it flow back?
Treading on the sand
Leaning on a willow and writing a note, wearing a hat on the side of a flower, it is better to enjoy the scenery than to drive along. Wrong teaching: If you catch the east wind on your temples, you will see the green shadow blowing into silk early.
The jackdaws in the golden palace and the spring grass on the jade steps, who knows the difference between cold and warmth? The mayor of Mingyue Town in Xiaolou is idle, what is the matter in life?
Huanxisha
Ten miles of lake light brings wine and wine, and the green curtain reflects Bai Pingzhou. The west wind is full of praise.
Sometimes the beach is surrounded by arms, and the boat is drawn with a pole. Return to the Speechless Evening Makeup House.
The Fisherman
When the fishing pole is collected, it shines red, and the autumn wind becomes a hibiscus.
The person is light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed piccolo.
Pink lips and sing the wind orchid
It is a different kind of fragrance, not to mention too colorful to make it bloom. Ling Bo wants to go away, but he lives in the east wind.
It is so desolate and sparse, how can it endure autumn like this? I still take it, half a wisp of cold fragrance, the first Xiangjiang rain.
Beautiful eyes, chanting plum blossoms
Don’t compare Qionghua with bare makeup, who looks like white neon clothes. It's uniquely quiet and natural, don't go near the east wall.
The talent of ice, muscle and jade bones is endowed with desolation. Poor distant night, cold smoke and moon, sparse shadows across the window.
Linjiang Immortal Gu Yan
Shuang Leng left Hong and was shocked to lose his companion, and there were people who were suffering from the same illness. I plan to use the ruler to express my sorrow. I am worried about many books and have changed them many times. I shed tears in front of the lamp.
Don’t think about the past at the bright moon, for it will fade away with each passing year. There was an unprovoked chirp, and a shadow was blown by the west wind. It was just early autumn.
Bu Shuzi Xinliu
It is delicate and soft, and it is forbidden to dance because of its thinness and timidity.
In troubled years, the wind in February brings out goose-yellow threads.
A kind of pitiful life, sunset and misty rain. There are long and short strips in front of Su Xiaomen, which is where you gradually lose your way.
Linjiang Fairy Cold Willow
Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers? Devastated by layers of ice and snow. A sparse tree is cold at dawn. The bright moon is good for loving him, and being haggard is also relevant.
Last of all, after the silken threads have shaken, they will teach people to recall the Spring Mountains. The dream of skirt is intermittently difficult. How much hate the west wind blows away the eyebrows.
Picking mulberry seeds
It is not about the light appearance, but is preferred in cold places. It has no roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world.
Who can cherish Xie’s mother after saying goodbye and drifting to the end of the world? The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sea is sandy.
Reduced words Magnolia and Crescent Moon
As I finish my evening makeup, I paint my slender eyebrows in the mirror. The preparation and waiting are clear, and the rain and smoke are invincible.
Don’t teach the stars to replace each other, and the reunion will eventually come true. This night in the Red Mansion, heaven and earth are as sad as each other.
Looking south of the Yangtze River and chanting the crescent moon
In the early eighth month, half of the mirror reaches the sky. Leaning against the painting lantern and saying nothing, the shadow of plum blossoms is moving across the red bridge, and the skirt is floating in the north wind.
Huanxisha Jiangnu Temple
The sea is colored by the setting sun and the shadows are cut off, and the cold waves day and night are reflected in the Nu Temple. Spider silk on the green dust web.
Chenghai Tower is as far as the eye can see from high in the sky, and the Wang Fu Stone is there and left an inscription. The six kings are like Mengzu Long Fei.
Also, the red bridge is nostalgic for the past, and the charm of Wang Ruan Ting
The water flows smoothly every year. A sound of water makes the pavilion fall short. In the old days, the bright moon shone brightly in Yangzhou.
It was once a long embankment that held brocade cables, and the green poplars were so thin that they are still sad today. Yugouxian Road is close to Milou.
Yu Zhonghao chants history
Immediately chant it to encourage crossing the river, and it is clear that the leisurely atmosphere belongs to the boudoir. For a long time, the hatred is closed and the gold is dark, and the flowers are cold and return to the jade bed in my heart.
I choked up and felt desolate. Who teaches students to be fragrant? In this year and year of Xihai, I am still heartbroken by the light of the Xiao family.
Picking mulberry seeds
That can make you feel lonely during the Fangfei Festival and want to talk about your life. It's three o'clock in the night. A sad song filled with tears.
It should be noted that autumn leaves and spring flowers are blooming, and the stars on the temples are dotted. When you meet wine, you must pour it out. Don't ask about the name of Long Live the Age.
Tip the lowered lip
A kind of eyebrow, the lower string is not as good as the first string. Geng Lang is not old yet, why should he be sad so early?
The plain wall glows obliquely, and the shadow of bamboo sweeps across the window. The empty room was quiet, the crow was about to crow, and I went down to the west building again.
Chaozhongcuo
The strings of Shu and Qin Zhu are not related to love, and the clouds cover the screen all day long. I already regret that the light feathers have faded away from the powder, and I even despise the weak flocculation for being Ping.
The east wind is eventful, blowing away the remaining cold and warming slightly. Seeing all the red rain, for whom are the flowers tied?
Heaven Fairy, Lushui Pavilion Autumn Night
The cool toad in the water bath, the wind blows into the sleeves, and the fish scales are damaged by the golden waves and shattered. On a good night, the wine bottle is full, my heart is drunk, and I can't sleep with sorrow. The moon sets in the southwest and black clouds rise in the city.
Huanxi Sand
The remaining snow condenses on the screen. The plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been updated for the third time, and there is still no one around and the moon is dimly lit.
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak.
Huanxisha
The rain and cold are too much to endure, so why not walk near the apricot blossoms? Last year's high picking bucket was light.
My sleeves are purple with the smoke from the furnace, and my shirt is blue when I am drunk with wine. Where in the world can you ask for affection?
Poppy
The remaining lamp, the wind, the smoke and the cold smoke of the stove, accompanied by only a solitary shadow. The sentence is called "Langcha Drunk Qingzun", in order to ask who Xingyan is in the world.
It’s rare to find wine among the flowers. After drinking it, you scratch your head. I always fall asleep drunk when I am free and worried, but I am afraid I will still be in front of the bottle when I wake up.
Merry Man Shooting in the Autumn Suburbs
The grass on the plains is withered, but after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow-leafed trees are in full bloom. I remember Yule Qingsi, when the flowers were falling, I once picked up greenery and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are all gone, and the frost shadows are red and withered. The autumn water reflects the sky, the cold smoke is like weaving, soap sculptures are flying everywhere, the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.
You must have fun in life, do you know that? It’s easy for your temples to fade. Since I said goodbye to Dongjun, I have been bored in Changdi. Counting the merits and fame, I have won them with this body. I shoot tigers in short clothes and sell wine in the western suburbs. Then he waved his hair against the horse in the shadow of the setting sun.
Qingpingle
The sorrow will not go away, and the autumn scenery will be hard to hold on to. In the deep courtyard of Liuqu Pingshan, there are wind and rain every day.
When the rain clears and the chrysanthemums in the fence begin to fragrant, people say this is the Double Ninth Festival. Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I ponder endlessly at dusk.
Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival
The sea is blue every year, I wonder who fills the gaps in the ice wheel? A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as bright as snow. I look forward to the good days and good nights in my sorrow, but I know that everything will turn into sorrow. Only the shadow is now, it can be compared to the bright moon of the past.
Playing hide-and-seek in the flower path once provoked Xiao Xiaojing’s Wu Ye. Do you remember how lightly I fanned myself and how many times it cooled and heated me? I only end up with all kinds of feelings, always confused and irrelevant to parting. Once the purple jade was ruthless, it was blown apart by the cold night.
The Bodhisattva Man
Xiao Han is thin in the southwest moon, and the tinkling and missing arrows are lingering in the throat. Spring is already very pleasant, and the east wind is all right and wrong.
The soul of Shu is ashamed to look at the shadow, and the jade photo is red and cold. Who sings "Flowers in the Back Garden" to remember the old home in the new year.
Yu Zhonghao
When I go up to the small building alone with the setting sun on my back, the rhyme of my jade flute is rather quiet. A row of white geese is far away in the sky at dusk, and the ground is covered with yellow flowers.
In the preface of the Jing Festival, sighing about the ups and downs, the flowers are like dream water flowing eastward. Things in the world are depressing, so don’t ask Hengtang about your old travels.
Yu Zhonghao
The small garden is quiet and quiet, with sparse hedges and winding paths imitating a mountain home. When the day is long, I sing "Fengliuzi", and suddenly I hear the sound of catalpa tree and blue gauze.
Add bamboo and stone, accompanied by haze. I plan to drink wine to comfort myself. Stop complaining about the flesh in your hair now, and work hard to plant flowers in the spring.
The song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is titled "Autumn Cool Picture of the Western Mountains"
The empty mountain is quiet, and the shadows of the moon and water are sinking. No one is allowed to invade the leisurely world. At the end of the year, I recall the places I visited, and I still remember the half-pole slanting light, reflecting the sparse forest. In the top thatched hut, Lao Na was singing alone.
There is tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, and music playing by the stream. In this life, I am wearing two clogs at the age of two, who knows how to sleep and wander my mind. I planned to ride the wind back home, but by mistake I looked back to Huai'an. When will I be able to throw in the hairpin? Cloth stockings and blue shoes are about to be found, but I'm looking for a picture.
The bright moon and the solitary boat in Haidian
A stretch of pavilions and pavilions stand still in the sky. Taking advantage of the west wind, the colorful clothes are dancing. White birds are flying in fright, wild rice leaves are in chaos, and people are talking intermittently.
Danbi refutes the residual autumn night rain. The wind blows away the girl picking water chestnuts. The sound of the windlass has stopped, the crows are about to rise, and there is so much emotion in the mountains.
Zhaojun's Resent
The twilight rain blows wet, the weary willows are worried about the lotus, and the wind is rushing. Skinny bones can't help but fall, and they always feel sad.
Don’t say it if you are not in the mood. It's not the time to complain. The drums have been updated three times, and the dream must come true.
Red Dates
The wind is blowing and the rain is weaving. No wonder spring sorrow is added slowly. If I can't remember clearly, I suspect it's a dream, but there's a curtain between me and the dream.
Linjiang Fairy
Silk rain is like dust clouds falling on the water, and the sweet fragrance is scattered in Wu Palace. The flowers are cold and warm, sheltered from the east wind. They are tender and easy to scatter, and the swallows learn to cling to the red.
People say that diseases should subside with the passing of the month, but languor is the same as the spring. Maybe there are butterflies hugging the flowers, dreaming about the shadows in pairs, laughing in the apricot beam.
Jiuquanzi
Thank you for your tea, and the moon is as bright as water. The incense of the seal script has faded away, but I am still awake and the crows are crowing in the morning.
The young and cold scoundrel wears thin clothes, so he can stay close to the corner of the wall. The most worrying thing is that the lamp is about to fall and the geese are still flying.