Lipper

one

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

Secondly,

A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.

Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics.

third

Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings.

Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward.

Farewell one

Du Mu

13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.

In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.

Li Shangyin, a gift for Yangliu

Willow color on the platform, bright or dark-all the roads, willow branches are dancing like young girls.

Many people have heard the praise of Liu Feng to the extreme, and now what they see is just the same graceful.

The charming willow color has reached the bridge, and my heart is behind me when I watch the willow color cut off and extend across the bridge to the long beach.

Liu Er is really thoughtful, releasing catkins like snow, floating and flying in the brothel.

There are eight sentences in the whole poem, which are purely sketched. There is not a word "Liu" in the whole poem, but what is presented to us between the lines is an affectionate and beautiful image. Singing willow is actually singing people.

Yang Liuzhi Ci by Li E, a poet in Qing Dynasty

It's not too late for the jade girl window, and the smoke is raining in the cage.

Rou Huang is willing to use it to embroider acacia with gold thread and give it to you.

Bai Yong begonia Xue Baochai

During the day, precious little Fang Zi covers the door, and the urn is full of pots.

Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul.

You know that flowers are brighter when you are pale, but how can you get jade without trace when you are worried?

If you want to pay for Bai Di, you should be clean. If you don't talk about Tingting, you will faint.

Ode to Bai Haitang and Jia Tanchun

The setting sun is cold and the grass is heavy, and the moss is full of rain pots.

Jade is hard to compare with cleanliness in spirit, and snow is easy to ecstasy.

My heart is weak, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night.

Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late.

Bai Yong begonia Jia Baoyu

Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven sections are full of snow.

Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.

The morning breeze does not disperse a thousand sorrows, and the rain adds a tear.

Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk.

Bai Yong Haitang Lin Daiyu

Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.

Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.

The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn.

Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.

Bai Haitang Shi Xiang Yun Song (I)

The immortal went to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.

Naturally, frost moths prefer cold, and their souls leave Guan Qian.

Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks.

But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache.

Bai Haitang Shi Xiang Yun Song (Ⅱ)

It is appropriate to have a corner and a basin.

Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, and people are easy to break their souls because of autumn sadness.

Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.

The dark color wants to persuade Chang 'e, and the night is dim in the empty corridor.