Poetry about hesitation
Xin Qiji's Han Gong Chun beginning of spring has returned to the earth in spring. Looking at the beauty's head, it's spring. Unprovoked wind and rain, unwilling to harvest the rest of the cold. Swallows in 2008 expect to dream of the West Garden tonight. Hun didn't do it. Chengcheng Huang recommended wine, and even leeks were piled up. However, I laughed proudly from now on, so I smoked plums and dyed willows, and I had no leisure at all. Come back in your spare time to look in the mirror and change your face. Clear sorrow, ask who, will Jie Lianhuan? Afraid to see the flowers bloom and fall, the geese will return first. If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. Lin Daiyu's "Buried Flowers" is full of flowers, who pity the red incense? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again. Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peach and plum will be released next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year? When the fragrant nest was first built in March, Liang Jianyan was so heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to the empty nest! 360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find. Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, and he is worried about killing the flower burying man in front of the steps; Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Blame the farmer's double depression, half pity and half trouble; The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and even silence. Last night, a sad song was played outside the court. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul? The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself. May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. The day is over! Where is Xiangshan? There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind; It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, Miao Yu, Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingyou plan to go to Shangyuan. Scattering the sky over the sky, there are many strings everywhere. A few flying lights, who doesn't open the porch? The faint cold wind has cut, and the bright night scene is mysterious. Fighting for cakes mocks yellow hair, and dividing melons into green flowers. Xiang GUI, color sword Xuan. Joan's banquet will be a candle, and there will be chaos in the garden. Cao Zun gave an order and listened to three announcements. Dice Ayabeni points, flower drum noisy. Clear light shakes the courtyard, and plain color picks up Kun. Reward and punishment are not divided into subject and object, and poetry is sung in the order of Zhong Kun. When conceiving, lean on the threshold, imitate the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there, which is even more embarrassing. Gradually, I heard that sentence and smiled, leaving traces of snow and frost. Step dew group toward the bacteria, court smoke gathering at dusk. In autumn, the stone pulp rushes and the wind leaves gather. Bao Wu is lonely and clean, and the silver toad spits. The medicine was mashed by rabbits, and people took a shower.
The prisoner invited Niu Girl to visit the emperor and grandson. The surplus is empty and the wheel is uncertain, and it is dark and empty. The leaky kettle will dry up and the flame of the window lamp has fainted. Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul. The seal sells the golden tripod, and the fat ice is greasy with the jade pot. Xiao hates women crying and waits on children. The empty account hangs Wenfeng, and the idle screen hides color. Exposed thick moss is smoother, and frost is heavy and bamboo is hard to touch. You are still wandering in the swamp, but you are still where you are. Strange stones and ghosts hit the wall, while wooden monsters crouch. The morning light shines and the morning dew shines. There are thousands of birds in the forest and an ape in the valley. How to forget the familiar path? The spring knows its source. Zhongming Longcui Temple, Jiming Daoxiang Village. What are the joys and sorrows? Is carefree annoying? Fang Qing only sends herself, who does she talk to gracefully! The theory of making tea is more detailed. Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" is full of fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan sang nonstop last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string? Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of the River" was born and died for ten years, and it is unforgettable not to think about it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. Li Shangyin's Jinse I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is chilling and sad. Changting is late and the shower begins to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? Yuan Zhen's "Li Si" was once a sea of water, and it was forever amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. There are faded red apricots and green apricots in Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian" skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars to spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night. Cui Hu's "Titled South Village" Today last year, people's faces set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" is full of spring tides, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tides. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the fallen flowers shake the trees all over the river. When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Li Yu's Young Beauty? What do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Chen Tao's "Westbound Longxi" vowed to sweep the Huns regardless of their health, and 5,000 minks mourned Chen Hu. Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl. The Sound Slow by Li Qingzhao is 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 are all over the ground, 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 Qingzhao's "Nian Nujiao" depression hospital, the wind is heavy and drizzling, and the heavy door must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Don't worry about the new dream of cold fragrant products. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?
Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum" has the lingering fragrance of red lotus root. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I couldn't get rid of this situation, so I frowned and took it to heart again. Li Shangyin's Spring Rain is coming, and I'm lying in bed in a white coat, thinking only about Baimancheng, where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a bead curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams. Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away. Liu's "spring resentment" screen window sunset, no one saw tears in the golden house. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.