A generation of the whole city chased the waves, and Wu Gongkong recalled his son's family.

The effect is not to laugh at the girls in the east village, but to grow old in the west.

thenar eminence

Heartbroken chasing night Feng Xiao, I hate your heavy pupil.

Peng Gan is influenced by his age. How can he drink a sword like Chu Zhang?

Fermin

Absolutely gorgeous and stunning out of the Han Palace, the beauty of life is thin and ancient.

Even if the king is light-colored, what kind of painter will he seize power?

Lvzhu

Throwing out a box of pearls in the rubble, why is Wei Shi so charming?

They were all born before the stubborn blessing, and they were more comfortable and lonely.

great blessing/bliss

A long talk is different, and a beautiful woman with big eyes knows the end.

Yang Gong curtains, who is still alive and can't hold her husband?

Guanzheng

Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.

If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Leisure. Tossing and turning.

Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.

Shepherd's purse is uneven, and it is left and right. My fair lady. Music of bells and drums.

Chunsi

Lipper

The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.

When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.

Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?

beauty

Du Fu

Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

A good girl from Ziyun.

When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.

What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .

The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.

When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.

He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love.

The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.

Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.

She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.

She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.

Beautiful history

Wang Wei

Since beauty is respected throughout the empire, how can Shi stay at home humbly? .

Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night.

One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her. ..

Be invited by Fu Fenfen, or arrange a silk robe on her shoulder. ..

The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom. ..

The girls who washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot. ..

None of the girls in her neighborhood can imitate her beauty.

Lienvcao

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.

If a sincere girl only loves her husband in her life, she will live faithfully like them.

What kind of stormy waves can annoy a soul like water in an eternal well? .

The Everlasting Regret

Bai Juyi

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.

Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.

Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.

"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Pipa lines and sequences

Bai Juyi

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited. Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.

I am seeing guests off at Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song "always teach good talents and dress up like an autumn furnace."

I can't count all the songs of how noble young people in Wuling once competed nobly.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

There are no folk songs and Guti, but they are rough and harsh.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima Qing is wet.

The song of Luoyang girl

Wang Wei

There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street. She looks fifteen, maybe a little older.

Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.

Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.

Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.

Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.

He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.

When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn began to stir, nine little flying flowers? .

Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.

All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.

Who will notice the jade-faced Yue girl, the poor river head who washes the yarn?

Zhangshangshang road

Du Fu

On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.

Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.

Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.

And hanging far under their temples, Cuiwei? Leaves hang down the temples and lips.

And behind them, the beads are pressing the waist? Stable weight.

Several of them are relatives of the imperial concubine and two wives of Guo and Qin.

The red hump is brought from the jade broiler, and the crystal plate is a flat scale.

They held their horns and chopsticks for a long time, and the chef held a sharp knife.

Huangmenfei? Don't move, keep bringing precious dishes from the royal kitchen.

When the solemn flute and drums call the gods, the guests are mixed? It is essential for Tianjin.

How arrogant a horse owner is. He dismounted from the embroidered carpet and went into the tent.

Snow-like duckweed is easy to fall and cover, and bluebirds fly to the ground in red silk handkerchief.

Moxibustion can be very hot. Be alert to the Prime Minister and watch him frown.

Spring palace resentment

Du Xunhe

Knowing my misfortune, I want to return to the mirror unintentionally.

Ok, ok, not on the pretty face; Finally, in order to please who, ask me to decorate.

The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick.

I really miss my female companion in Yuexi Hu Sha every year; Song laughed and picked hibiscus casually.

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Li shangyin

The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

Miss each other

Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Love, Bitter

Lipper

How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! .

I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.

bride

Wang Jian

Come to the kitchen three days after the wedding and wash your hands to make soup.

I don't know the taste of mother-in-law. Let's make the taste of good sister-in-law first.

Heartbroken in spring

Jin changxu

Get rid of the oriole, get rid of all the music on the tree.

They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp.

Sigh on the jade steps

Lipper

Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.

Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.

moonlit night

Liu

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Chang'e

Li shangyin

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Zui Hua Yin

Li Qingzhao

The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the mind is refreshed and the golden beast disappears.

The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

After dusk, the bar rises in the east, and there is a faint fragrance full of sleeves.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.