Qing dynasty poetry

I went to Dongshan and went to the north-the mountain. The strong half is still beautiful in the mirror.

The origin of Baiyun is never a case, it returned to the world alone.

Cao Xueqin (Qing)

Bai Yong begonia

Half-rolled curtains and half-closed doors,

Grind ice into soil and jade into pots.

Stealing pears is three cents,

Borrow a plum blossom soul.

The fairy in the moon cave sews clothes,

In my heart, autumn women always wipe away the traces of crying.

Who is shy and silent?

Tired of leaning against the west wind, the night has fainted.

Nalan Xingde (Qing)

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Women work hard and their hair falls apart.

It's not accurate.

Tired, lean against the jade aperture to see the moon halo.

Easy to talk, low to smell, close to smell.

The breeze blew through the screen window.

The heart separates from the horizon.

From then on, I was injured in spring and farewell.

Dusk belongs only to pear blossoms.

Zheng Banqiao (Qing)

Stone city

Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow European knives and axes, cut into battlements.

Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts.

Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable.

A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually.

This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain.

It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken.

The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city.

A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.

I hope it will help the landlord.

I'll call again if it's not enough ~