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Year: Song Dynasty

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Always remember the sunset in Xiting, too drunk to know the way back.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.

Fight for crossing, fight for crossing (3), open gull heron pool.

Bianjing, secluded place, boudoir picture scroll, dreamlike. Liumian seems to mean that when the idle flowers are gone, I often think of the fragrance of a pool of pure lotus in Bixi Pavilion. Eyes full of new green, relying on the greasy embellishment of red powder, entangled with the vision of * * *, the lake velvet is in the same shadow, and the charming wind blows across the face and ripples through the heart and spleen. Holding the sisters of Ge Xiang Xiulou and wearing fragrant silk handkerchiefs, they arrived gracefully in a lotus boat.

Reflecting the green shadow of the flower curtain, playing the double-edged radial Rao, accompanied by the fragrance of shallow ponds all the way, I was soft and intoxicated in the enchanting singing and Qiu Ge. The canoe sings late, and the lotus shines on the water, separated by sand and rue. Fei Lin feibo mixed skirts, contended for crossing, contended for crossing, and started a beach of gulls and herons. The morning bell is far away and the sunset is near.

I love butterflies flying, and I smile and twist rouge. Ten fingers pass, a ling Tuan fan, falling green and rustling, hovering in front of Luo, girls' feelings will always be poetry. Beauty is three points, dust is two points and water is one point. Why not remember yesterday?

* Man Fang Ting *

The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.

The candle shadow is red, and the color reflects double happiness. Hughes tied it in a bun in the towering clouds, and his hair was decorated with babbles. Strength is decorated with red, orange and gold garlands, brocade and red satin crepe skirts, and colorful clouds are covered with the red veil of the rising sun of Phoenix. The batik candle lamp in the bridal chamber was brilliant under the falling tassels, and the wedding night was extremely romantic.

I remember my husband used to sing my poems under the moon in front of the pavilion. I like my poem "I'm in a good mood when I'm in a shirt" and "I'm afraid it's hard to stop pear blossoms". It seems to be just an unintentional anger, but it's actually an emotion that can't be expressed after painstaking consideration. Draw a silver hook with iron, grind ink, and draw several feather flowers. My husband, indifferent, only likes exquisite books, calligraphy and painting, Yi Ding's epigraphy, and deeply advocates your tranquility. I want simple, simple, Chai Jing's cloth skirt to share your interest.

A good night's dream, a night of ecstasy with my husband, there is a saying that only the mandarin ducks are admired, not the immortals. Looking at the flowers in bloom before the court, I was not surprised by the splendor of the dragon head. It is difficult to find a long-term wish for those who have stolen half a day's leisure from simplicity.

* Hickory tree *

Tanabata in the sky, human sorrow. Husband in Han Yun, have you ever locked the door for me? Tonight, there is a bright moon in the mirror, soaked with wind, paint and fog, stirring the thoughts of parting and confusing a weak heart. Outside the window, the phoenix tree is double-shadowed, and people whisper; In the window, the flower face is lonely and the body and mind are silent.

A few times, there were a few strands of sadness. Osmanthus fragrans brings wine, so people travel differently. Where can I find this medicine Jie Lianhuan? The pipa in my hand bounced off the maple leaf, red and wet with tears. Under the strings of the guzheng, the golden instruments of the Tang Dynasty and the melody of Xi 'an Mountain sounded, but I couldn't afford to dance colorful feather clothes. My husband was sincere. I can only watch the poor in the outer space of Jiuchong City Que.

Clouds, wahoo and flowers, burning and flashing. The infatuated cowherd has already set up a starry galaxy bridge for the Weaver Girl who has been waiting for a thousand years, and wants to sue for infinite lovesickness. On the earth, my husband and I can only look at each other from afar, sighing and crying. Fate is doomed to cut off lovers who have only seen each other once for many years, and even if they come and go, they can't meet each other.

* Drunk flowers *

On an auspicious day, there is always endless love in my heart, and I miss you very much. And for your leap career, I can only lock my vision in the lonely spring room. When wild birds and butterflies fly together, those poems have already flowed in green hills and streams. Only my husband and I have vowed to each other, and Ran Ran is magnificent, with Bodhi as witness.

On the Double Ninth Festival in 1999, my husband and I were in love with fairy waves, Grain Rain brewed wine and wisteria fried tea. I picked an orchid, wrapped it in a golden oven seal and painted it in red ink, and was extradited by Hong Fei.

After dusk, beside the jade pillow yarn, there is no fragrance of you. Standing on the wave of life, I was drunk, looking at Penglai from afar, pretending to be just outside the distant mountains, and opening my eyes, the cracks in the world of mortals were mottled, half covered by smoke and half buried by clouds. When the west wind rolled up the curtains, the faces of male and female servants were thinner than that of severe Huang Ju.

* Speak slowly *

It was chilly at night, and it was still cold at first, but everything fell asleep after recovery. However, I was thrown into the cage of search, cold and desolation, misery and sadness in troubled times. In clear autumn, the bright moon is in the sky, drinking and writing poems can't resist the desolation of fog and early dust.

A curtain of pearl foil hangs down from the autumn frost in the evening, slips through the gap and drips into the heart, leaving waves of freezing pain. Looking back, the lonely geese living in the distance are flying south, which increases loneliness.

Deep courtyard, several floors. Leaning against the railing, I was alienated from the drunken moss at that time. Now under the cloister, hand in hand, the east wind is still there. Only the chrysanthemums scattered on the wall have been damaged, and the wind and rain have swept away the thin flowers and withered flowers. How can I be sad this time when I think of the tender time I spent with my husband in the old days?

* Eternal happiness *

Ming Cheng, your untimely death often makes me forget where I am! How many stormy nights, a page of fragrant paper, dipped in ink, dripping tenderness between fingers, melting the deep imprint of Hunan into the words that add fragrance to the tea lamp, and giving it to you who look at me, but my husband knows that the hearts of male and female servants are like this poem, sobbing every sentence and crying every word. Therefore, in the garden of flowers, there is a style of living easily, which clearly reflects the graceful bitterness.

Bianjing was busy one day, and my friends who drank and wrote poems in those years invited me to play again. Think of the past, the phoenix hanging beads lined with jade like feathers, the golden thread butterfly embroidered coat twisted with green silk and snow willow, but without makeup, the lips were still in full bloom. Now the temples are as white as cotton, so it's hard to go back to the mirror. It's hard to express my feelings after drinking a glass of wine, but it's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain to avoid recalling the past.

I don't know whether to blame the extravagant Hui Zong or the comfortable emperor who drag out an ignoble existence. In her husband's quotation: "Life is a hero, and death is a ghost." I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "Ming lighting is white, hate only hate, you and I were born in the Southern Song Dynasty like puppets manipulating political power.

After these years apart, there are less graceful and restrained poems and more bitter between the lines, so a woman's youth is redeemed to pay for her old age. Those people, those things have stepped out of the line of life, retired to the dynasty, and lived under the stone tablet. Only those flowers, those poems, are still blooming, blooming in reincarnation and lasting forever. Ming Cheng, do you still have a piece of plum that Zhao Qing personally made for my husband? ?

Huan Su Sha Su Yi Zao Hua

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers.

The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.

In the first year of Yuanfeng (1078), an official named Su was walking on the road in Xuzhou in a hurry. Shortly after he came here as a magistrate, a spring drought happened. He was so anxious that it finally rained after many prayers. Now he must go to the stone beach in the east of the city and thank God!

On the way, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears. It turned out that the already-opened jujube flowers landed gently on the skirt of his broad official uniform, which made him suddenly realize that it was early summer and the spring drought was finally lifted. He smiled and slowed down his mood and pace. Only then did he hear the sound of rotation in his ears. He listened curiously, but he couldn't tell where the sound came from, because in this busy silkworm harvest season.

The busy rural scene in his eyes made him feel relaxed, and this real sensory experience stimulated his pleasure as a local official. Walking on, he saw a farmer in an "ox coat" sitting under the ancient Liu Yin with a pile of cucumbers in front of him. Although his clothes are poor, he has just been carefully starched by a woman. At this time, there were not many pedestrians, and the melon seller didn't shout loudly. He just leaned against the willow tree and watched the melon seller gloat. He couldn't help feeling the hot weather, and suddenly thought of spending a summer vacation under a tree. I probably drank a little wine at noon, so maybe I should have a good sleep in the breeze and light summer heat this afternoon! At the moment, 20 miles seems too long to take a nap. It happened that the sun was shining brightly and he gradually felt sleepy. He feels more and more thirsty and tired, and he is no longer in the mood to lament the farmhouse music. His demand has become practical and urgent: a cup of green tea, or even a bowl of well water!

Then ask the families nearby for some tea. He doesn't seem to know much about this country. Yes, he has always been so informal and carefree in his ups and downs! However, there were few people in the suburbs, and it took a while to meet a corner hut. He pinned his hopes of quenching his thirst on this wild hut, so he knocked at the door hopefully, but his mood was uneasy-it was the busy farming season, and I wonder if the owner was at home? Finally, an old woman answered the door. He asked in a modest tone. Of course, he went on to drink a bowl of cool well water held by people. Sleepiness and longing suddenly turned into joy and satisfaction, and his spirit did it one brace up. Then, after being warmly received by the villagers, the well-known person who loves the people and thanks for the rain and dew finally recovered his spirit and went on his way.

Jiuquan child

Long memories of watching the tide, full of people vying to see the river. I suspect that the sea is empty and drums are beating all around. Xiang Tao, the frolic in the frolic, stands upright and keeps the red flag wet. I don't see the dream a few times, but I am still chilling.

I often think of the spectacular scene when watching the tide, the magnificent scene, the grand scene, and the superb frolicking skills of the frolicters.

I still remember that at high tide, people were scrambling to sit or stand more than ten miles up and down the river, even if it was a place. People scrambled for it, and the robbers looked at the river for fear that they would not see the wonderful scene. Looking around, it is magnificent, and it is a pearl jade jewelry for women and a hardcover costume for tourists.

Inadvertently, the tide surged in like a snowy mountain in Yucheng, reaching the sky, as if the sea was about to be hollowed out. Water and the sky are the same. The battle is almost indescribable. It's loud, like thunder and thunderbolt. The waves shook and flew, as if to engulf the sky and bathe the sun. The momentum is extremely magnificent.

This is also the time for the frolicters to show their talents. They are covered with hair and painted with literary talent. They are obsessed with sewing big colorful flags made of ten silks and satins, and they are full of courage. Facing the surging tide, they wandered in the waves, waving flags, prancing their bodies, changing their postures and showing excellent skills. The corner of the lottery is not wet at all. They show people. I believe their majestic gesture will make tourists look down on this life. They will also get applause from tourists.

After watching the tide, I often dream of that strange sight. Now I have left this situation, but in my dream, I played it back again and again. I felt that indescribable elegance and that exciting moment, which I can't forget. ......

After waking up from a dream, I was terrified and full of sadness, which made people feel scared. For me, it is harder to let go and forget than watching the tide. But I will never go back to that time. What an unforgettable, unforgettable, unforgettable past life! How can we know today's desolation? I will never wake up in my dream. .....