In the Qing Dynasty, was there a poet named Nalan Xingde?

A brief introduction to Nalan Xingde: a Manchu poet in the Qing Dynasty. His original name was Chengde, his courtesy name was Rongruo, and his nickname was from Lengya Mountain. His ancestors were originally from the Mongolian Tumote family. Because they captured the Na□ tribe, they took the land as their surname and changed their surname to Na□—that is, Nalan. In the early 17th century, it was surrendered to Nurhachi, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and later it belonged to the Zhenghuang Banner of Manchuria. His father Mingzhu was a bachelor during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

Nalan Xingde has been diligent in studying literature and martial arts since he was a child. Passed the imperial examination at the age of 18, and was awarded Jinshi status at the age of 22. He was selected as a third-class bodyguard, and later became a first-class bodyguard in the Jin Dynasty, serving as a retinue of Kangxi. Kangxi appreciated his talent very much and sent him to Hulun, Heilongjiang to investigate the Russian invasion and appease the Daur border residents. He has compiled "Selected Poems of the Tang Dynasty" and "Ci Yun Zheng Lue". Good at calligraphy and appreciation of calligraphy and painting.

Nalan Xingde’s collection of poems, Side Hat Collection, came out in the 17th year of Kangxi (1678), when he was only 24 years old. Subsequently, another collection of poems "Drinking Water Ci" was published in Wuzhong. It was his Chinese teacher Xu Qianxue who comprehensively compiled his poems, lyrics, prose and poems into "Tongzhitang Collection".

After the publication of his collection of poems, there was a situation where "every family competed to sing drinking poems" (Cao Yin said). This is not only due to its "lingering, clear and graceful lyrics, which are among the best in the contemporary era" (Zheng Zhenduo's words), but also because of the depth of his thoughts, the freshness of his style, and the unconventional and unique lyrical expressions.

Nalan’s character is indifferent. When dabbling in the Chinese literary tradition, he regarded Li Bai and Tao Qian as role models. He regards his fame and power as if he were wearing nothing, and regards his status as the eldest son of the Prime Minister and the imperial guard as an inescapable bondage. Before the age of 30, he is "half-hearted with sorrow, and his thoughts are like falling flowers." The thought of being born out of this world gives his works a heavy layer of sadness. Themes of homesickness, homesickness, and missing friends are common in the collection of poems. Gu Zhenguan said: "Rong Ruo's poems are so desolate that they can't bear to read them."

When Wang Guowei discussed Nalan Xingde, he said: "Nalan Rongruo observes things with the eyes of nature. Expressing emotions with a natural tongue. This person has not been infected with the Han customs since the Northern Song Dynasty. "This not only points out his historical position in the Chinese poetry world, but also summarizes his personal style.

Nalan Xingde played an important role in connecting domestic ci writers in the early Qing Dynasty. The style of his poetry is close to that of Li Yu, and he is known as the Empress Li of the Qing Dynasty. The words written are clear and graceful, with high style and far-reaching rhyme, and are quite distinctive.

Dream of Jiangnan

When the crows are gone, who does Xiaoli hate? The sudden snow turns over the fragrant pavilion catkins, the gentle breeze blows the plum blossoms in the gall bladder, and the words in my heart have turned to ashes.

Dream Jiangnan

It’s good to be new, and you can sing tiger head lyrics well. There is only a dream in the cold fragrance, very thin and without poetry. The standard will be known early.

Light Yellow Willow

(Yong Willow)

After three sleeps, autumn has arrived. The sun sets under a tree and the cicada swallows more, Zeng Wan and Baling leave. The catkins have been rolled by the wind, and the sky is desolate.

Don’t break long strips lightly, Su Xiaohen and Qian said. All wandering and wandering Taiwanese guests. The red Banqiao is empty, people in splashing skirts are gone, the dawn wind is still waning and the moon is still there.

Dong Xian Song

(Ode to Huang Kui)

If you don’t control the beauty, just look at the Taoist makeup. Ask others if they can come in. It is lonely and has a light rhyme, which is not suitable for spring. It is reserved and open to late autumn.

The unprovoked light rain damages the sandalwood heart and wrinkles the small palace of Luo Town. Why complain about the desolation, being blown away by the west wind for a few days because of the love of autumn. Don't worry about the scattered flowers and yellow bees. It's better to lean against the setting sun than to lean against the red sleeves.

Bodhisattva Man

The wind and rain are blowing in the wind, and it is more painful to stay away from others. The pillow counts autumn, and the toad sings its string early.

The cold night was frightening, and the tears and lanterns fell. Everywhere is sad, the light dust is in Yuqin.

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The flower slave drum has not stopped to urge the flowers, but when I wake up from the drunkenness, I can see the remaining red dancing. I couldn't bear to cover the rest of my wine glass, and cried several times in the face of the wind.

Look at the pink fragrance and then say goodbye, leaving only the moon at that time. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably.

Again

The spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly back. People are in the jade tower, the building is high and the wind blows from all sides.

A handful of shredded willow tobacco, a dark-colored cage with mandarin duck tiles. Rest close to Xiaolangan, where the setting sun is infinite.

Again

The rain just broke through the flowers, and I was speechless with a snap of my fingers. Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long and drooping veins.

The scenery of Xiaoping Mountain is far away, and the makeup is thin and the lead is light. Standing on the Yao ladder alone, wearing gold-threaded shoes through the cold.

Again

The crystal curtain is a sad white, and the clouds and fragrant mist are far away. Speechless to ask for more clothes, the moon is already in the west.

The west wind blows in the weft, and no one is allowed to sleep in sorrow. Just last autumn, I felt like crying.

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The late morning wind blows away the snow at midnight, and the beautiful soul is still in love with the peach blossom moon. If the dream is good, don't wake it up, let others do what's good for you.

Listen to the painting corner for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. The horses neighed, and the remaining stars flickered the banner.

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For the spring to stay in the haggard spring, the rain will return in a short while. Cherries are sold in the deep alleys, and they look even more beautiful after the rain.

In the Qinglei Pavilion at dusk, the flowers are wandering. The sound of an oriole disappears, and the east wind expresses the love of March.

(The second sentence in Xiaque is written in Nalan’s handwriting as “endurance***”.)

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I asked you why it is so easy to say goodbye, and how many years can you spend in a year? Reunion month. The willow trees are like silk, the spring in my hometown is over.

You can’t return in spring, two oars are separated by pines and flowers. The old things are driven away by the cold wave, but the hatred of the cuckoo is still lingering

The clouds and pine trees on the temples

The pillows are fragrant, and the flowers are leaking from the path. We met as promised and chatted after dusk. The season is thin and cold, people are sick and drinking wine, shoveling pear blossoms on the ground, thinning in the east wind all night long.

Hide the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?

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The temples are filled with pine trees and red jade. In the early months, I was passionate and sent the pear blossom shadow. The half-paid slanting hairpin was careless and untidy, fainted into the light tide, and just woke up in love with the breeze.

The scenery is clear and the people are quiet. Afraid of being spied on, I removed the Qingluan Mirror. The socks are lingering, and the single clothes with a small fan can withstand the cold in front of the stars.

Hundred-Character Order Suhan'er Village

The ruthless wildfire takes advantage of the west wind to burn the grass everywhere. The elm is back in the ice and snow, and the cold on the hair is blowing old. The herding horses neigh, the Zhengjia moves wildly, and they merge into the embrace of sorrow. We will definitely know how much weight Yu Lang will lose tonight.

My brain is full of fat and my intestines are full of fat, which is still difficult to bear. This desolate smoke is falling. What's more, after Wen Yuan was haggard, he couldn't regain the style of Jiu Long. Huilefeng is cold, Shoujiang City is far away, and the dream is around the home mountain. There are so many different feelings, but only the clear roar can be heard.

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As long as life can last, it is better not to mess with others and hate them emotionally. Just now we shared a smile with each other, and now it’s time to part ways. The lamps are dimmed, the smoke from the furnace is gone, and I am speechless and empty. One day there was a cold dew, and the fragrant soul secretly picked it up that night.

Afraid of seeing people leaving the building empty, the willow branches are intact, just like the moon in the window. The secret fragrance lives in the depths without distinction, and I regret marrying the orchid lapel. There are still warm sandalwood marks, but still cold green shadows, which add sadness to the mood. Worry often turns into illness. You know who to talk to about this worry.

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The green poplars are flying in the catkins, sighing in the courtyard, where is the return of spring. The dust blows through the streets all day long, but I am lost and sleepwalking back home. Things are going on in the world, life is not what it is, and the sun is setting in my drunken eyes. Sad and afraid to ask, where is the golden drum for the broken soul?

At night, the moonlight is like silver, I am alone in my clothes, and the shadows of flowers are sparse in the window. Who knows the feeling of Maimai? He also said goodbye to an old friend. Counting the fallen flowers carefully, staying awake until late at night, especially in a leisurely mood. I heard that there were only parrots in the west corridor.

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(Feelings of the abandoned garden)

The popularity of the film is decreasing rapidly, and the east wind is silent, only urging the wandering. The rouge flowers are exposed on the stone. Who can consult with the thrush? The jade vase sinks, the purple hairpin covers it, and the sparrow steps on the golden bell rope. Time is like a dream, and I carry the pavilion in search of good dreams.

There is another empty beam filled with gold powder, swallows are nesting in their nests, and a mouthful of fragrant mud falls. I want to write a beautiful note and send it to you, but I feel so sad. When the plums and beans are round, the willow cotton is floating everywhere. I can’t remember the date at that time. The sun is setting slowly, and the broken soul is divided into the remaining corners.

A morning look at Huanghuacheng with some crimson lips

The light of the five nights is cold, and the snow is as flat as the stack. What's the limit of the west wind? I'll put on my clothes and see.

I feel confused about this and sigh. At what time, the dawn stars are about to disperse, and the geese fly over the sand.

Again

It’s cool in the small courtyard, and I feel my shirt is thin when I come in late. Don't drink alone, socializing with nothing.

Xiao Si pities you, and you should leave Xiao Suo. The west wind is strong, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of locust flowers fall.

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(Yongfenglan)

It is a different kind of fragrance, not to mention too gorgeous to attract attention. Ling Bo wants to go away, but he lives in the east wind.

How desolate and sparse is this? I still keep it, half a wisp of cold fragrance, the first rain in Xiangjiang River.

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A kind of eyebrow, the lower string is not as good as the first string. Geng Lang is not old yet, why should he be sad so early?

The plain wall has a slanting glow, and the bamboo shadow balances the window sweep. The empty room was quiet, the crow was about to crow, and I went down to the west building again.

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(Sent to Liang Yaoting in Nanhai)

One hat conquers the dust, leaving you unable to stay and follow you. Where is the sail, Nanpu agarwood rains.

Looking back at the romantic days, I lived near Zizhu Village. Gu Hongyu said that he was promised for three lifetimes, but Liang Honglu?

Tea Ping'er

The cherry blossoms are falling along the path of poplar grits, and under the green shade, clear waves and swallows are passing by, and the beautiful scenery forms a Dan Pavilion. The swing is leaning against the back, and the style is just like yesterday.

It’s a pity that spring is always bleak, people are thin, paper kites are windy, and there are so many fragrant notes. Qingluan is gone, who will persuade me to have a drink?

Picking mulberry seeds

The ruins of the Xie family's courtyard are replaced by new ones, and the swallows are placed in the carved beams. The monthly silver wall, if you don’t distinguish the flowers, how can you distinguish the fragrance?

This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.

Again

Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.

Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, all the plows and flowers are gone, the moon is back to the west.

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Tongxia has been away from Feiqiong for a long time. Who is the person beside? Whose side is this person? Yu Qing cannot sleep tonight.

The incense sales are extinguished by the cold lamp, and the autumn is still here. Quietly counting the autumn, but mistakenly expecting it to come to an end.

Again

Who will translate the Yuefu Desolate Song? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have been exhausted for another night.

I don’t know what is lingering in my arms, I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I am drunk, I have never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams.

Again

The cold fragrance lingers all over the Red Bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home.

Who can play drums after farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.

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The peach blossom died of shame and was grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong.

Whoever sympathizes with the hard-working Dongyang is thin, but also feels carefree in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place.

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Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and sky, melancholy and alienated. Not to mention separation, but there are always no tears in a good night.

We can only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad.

Again

Even if I turn on the lamp and write on red paper, I am still bored. The jade leak is far away, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by the jade flute.

A few poles of bamboo are being repaired in the middle of the rain, and the leaves are rustling. Share the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao.

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Liang Sheng dew Qi Xiang string moist, dark dripping flowers. Who shakes the shadow of the curtain, the wicker on the wind silk.

The dancing Kun mirror box is opened and covered frequently, and the sandalwood powder is in a carefree tone. Tears flowed like a flood in the morning, and the fragrance of the quilt last night made me feel that my dream was far away.

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The native flowers were stained with Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead were difficult to eliminate. Whoever knocks Qingyun, it’s not rhino vertebrae but phoenix qiao.

It should only accompany Duanxi Zi for a long time and cut off the autumn tide. The parrot secretly teaches, and Fang Xiang sees the jade flute in front of him.

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The white clothes are standing on the Zhu Lan, and the cold moon is in the west. A little bit of frost on the temples, will you know whether you are coming home or not?

The geese with broken eyes are still missing, and the ruler elements are still rare. Blindly longing for lovesickness, almost mimicking the old days.

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(Song of Snowflakes on the plug)

It is not about the appearance of lightness, but it is better in cold places. It has no roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world.

Who can cherish Xie’s mother after saying goodbye and drifting to the end of the world? The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sea is sandy.

Again

The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, and laugh at me now. Disappointing the heart of spring, walking alone and singing alone.

Recently, I am afraid that talking about current affairs will cause trouble. The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams?

Again

(nine days)

Who remembers each other in late autumn, the leaves of the trees are rustling. The country roads are long. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.

Cherish the beautiful scenery during good times, not to climb high. I just feel out of my mind. The southern geese are even more lonely when they return.

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How can I be so lonely at Fangfei Festival and want to talk about my life. It's three o'clock in the night, and a sad song is filled with tears.

It should be noted that autumn leaves and spring flowers are blooming, and the stars on the temples are dotted. When drinking wine, you must pour it out. Don’t ask about the name of Long Live the Age.

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The severe frost suddenly rises up, and the frost on the face is empty. The slanted man is hazy. Cold felt curtains are not hot.

The fragrant campground and greenery are surrounded by busy things, looking back to the west wind. Where is the sparse bell, a spike of lanterns seems like a dream.

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(Juyongguan)

In the sound of Yongzhou, there is a strict guard, horses are climbing up and down, and they are trampling on the yellow dust. What is the route of the postage stamp in the newspaper?

Pedestrians should not talk about the past, the wind and rain, the tombs, and the lonely fish lanterns. The cold moon is horizontal at the top of Tianshou Mountain.

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(Wing Chun Rain)

The tender smoke dyes the goose willows, just like the wind. She seems to be in a state of tranquility, but she is so thin due to the cold spring.

The dream of dawn is light and greasy, with a hint of red fat. He spared no effort in growing the vines and ground the famous incense to make lichen.

Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival

The sea is blue every year, I wonder who fills the gaps in the ice wheel? A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as bright as snow. I look forward to the good days and good nights in my sorrow, but I know that everything will turn into sorrow. Only the shadow is now, it can be compared to the bright moon of the past.

Playing hide-and-seek in the flower path once provoked Xiao Xiaojing’s Wu Ye. Do you remember how lightly I fanned myself and how many times it cooled and heated me? I only end up with all kinds of feelings, always confused and irrelevant to parting. Once the purple jade was ruthless, it was blown apart by the cold night.

The bright moon and the solitary boat in Haidian

A cluster of pavilions and pavilions stand still in the sky. Taking advantage of the west wind, the colorful clothes are dancing. White birds are flying in fright, wild rice leaves are in chaos, and people are talking intermittently.

Danbi refutes the residual autumn night rain. The wind blows away the girl picking water chestnuts. The sound of the windlass has stopped, the crows are about to rise, and there is so much emotion in the mountains.

Merry Man, Shooting in the Autumn Suburbs

The grass in the plains is withered, but after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow-leafed trees are in full bloom. I remember Yule Qingsi, when the flowers were falling, I once picked up greenery and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are all gone, and the frost shadows are red and withered. The autumn water reflects the sky, the cold smoke is like weaving, soap sculptures are flying everywhere, the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.

You must have fun in life, do you know that? It’s easy for your temples to fade. Since I said goodbye to Dongjun, I have been bored in Changdi. Counting the merits and fame, I have won them with this body. I shoot tigers in short clothes and sell wine in the western suburbs. Then he waved his hair against the horse in the shadow of the setting sun.

The Fisherman

When the pole is collected, it shines red, and the autumn wind becomes a hibiscus.

The person is light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed piccolo.

Ru Meng Ling

It is the golden well of the windlass, full of red and cold falling flowers. When they met suddenly, they were confused. Whoever saves, saves. From then on, the pattern of the bamboo mat and the shadow of the lamp were reflected.

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Where are the yellow leaves and moss on the way back, and the fragrant pink clothes. The news is so heavy, I miss you a lot tonight. Autumn rain, half of the autumn rain is blown away by the wind.

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In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense, the teaching is drunk and shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.

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The people in the ten thousand tents and domes are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Returning to my dream across the Lang River, I was shattered by the sound of the river again. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up tasteless.

Meet each other happily

The faint clouds touch the distant peaks, and the coldness is just like the personal thrush at dawn.

Red wax tears, green silk quilt, heavy water, but listen to the west wind with Huang Maoye shop.

Again

The falling flowers are as melancholy as a dream, the musk smoke is faint, and the setting sun dives to the west of the small building again.

Who knows if there is endless sorrow and weight loss? I taught the jade-cage parrot to read Lang's poems.

Visiting Kinmen

The wind is blowing and the water soaks the blue sky at dawn. In one mirror, the wet clouds are not clear, and the rain is clear and the grass is clear in spring.

Who sweeps the snails in the dream? There are small red flowers falling outside the curtain. When I sleep alone, my feelings are quiet. Where can I express my sorrow?

The golden man holds the dew tray, watching the lotus in Jingye Temple, with Sun friends in mind

The lotus root is light in the wind, the lotus dew is cold, the broken rainbow is closed, the window is red, and the curtain hooks have just been hooked up. The fields are covered with green cover, and fish and waves are fragrant in the setting sun. At this time, the painting pavilion is hanging by the poplar bank, and I am sleeping and combing my hair.

Old travel traces, Zhao Tilu, everywhere, full of worries. Thinking about taking a leisurely stroll on Furong Lake. The red clothes are in disarray, lying down looking at the peach leaves to send to the orchid boat. The noon wind blows away the dream of Jiangnan, and the dream is full of water.

Breaking through the Huanxi sand

The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and graceful, with lotus root silk hanging around them; take care of each other and pinch a petal of incense to remember your past life.

When a person is sentimental, his sentiments turn weak, and now he really regrets his sentiments; when he looks back with a broken heart, he sheds no tears.

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I was drunk in front of the lamp for a moment, and my hatred was as clear as a spring dream. There is a sound of rain outside the window of Danyue Danyun.

Humanity has become less sentimental, and now it is really not sentimental. I heard the partridges crow again, and the pavilion was short and long.

Huanxi Sand

I want to express my sorrow by the wild goose, but the westerly wind and the drunken wine leave my face miserably. The sky is blue during the yellow flower season.

The ancient garrison was surrounded by beacon smoke, and the villages were untied at sunset. I don’t know how many people have returned from the battle.

Also Jiangnu Temple

The sea is colored by the setting sun and the shadows are broken, and the cold waves day and night are at the Girl Temple. Spider silk on the green dust web.

Chenghai Tower is as far as the eye can see from high in the sky, and the Wang Fu Stone is there and left an inscription. The six kings are like Mengzu Long Fei.

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It’s raining and cold, so why not walk near the apricot blossoms? Last year's high picking bucket was light.

My sleeves are purple with the smoke from the furnace, and my shirt is blue when I am drunk with wine. Where in the world can you ask for affection?

Also, the red bridge is nostalgic for the past, and the charm of Wang Ruan Ting

The water flows smoothly every year. A sound of water makes the pavilion fall short. In the old days, the bright moon shone on Yangzhou.

It was once a long embankment that held brocade cables, and the green poplars were so thin that they are still sad today. Yugouxian Road is close to Milou.

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walk towards the bank of Yunshan. The north wind cuts off the neighing of the horses. In late autumn, it feels like we are far away from each other.

A wisp of late smoke desolates the garrison, and half a pole tilts toward the old Guancheng. How long will the deep hatred of ancient and modern times end?

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I have become accustomed to the end of the world, no worries, the cold clouds are fading and the grass is gradually turning into autumn. Man Yin got up from sleep and went upstairs again.

I am accompanied by Xiao Xiaowei on behalf of the horse, and the laughing man is lonely with the petunia. Laborers are only entitled to a lifetime of rest.

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Thousands of miles of Yinshan Mountains and thousands of miles of sand, who will fight the frost with green temples? Half of the strength of the past year is at the end of the world.

The dream never leaves Jin Qushu, and he draws pictures and displays the jade crow fork in person. If you are pitiful and thin, you will lose a penny.

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Thousands of willows send horses' hooves, and the geese coming from the north are flying south. Who among the guests will change their spring clothes?

The leisurely feelings of the past are finally reflected, a spring dream is chasing the silk thread, and the letter is written back after saying goodbye for a long time.

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It is difficult to remember the long string and want to say goodbye. Yingying has been separated from Yinwan since then. There will be no wind and snow to destroy it.

At what time does the green bird cut brocade characters, and the jade insect cuts spring streamers all night long. Can't help but worry about the situation.

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Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.

Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.

Again

The lotus leaks three times and the candle is half a candle, and the apricot blossoms are lightly wet with light rain. How about sending red beans to boring?

The spring scenery has become as thick as wine, and the return date is safe and trustworthy. Who can recruit me when I leave my soul and enter the night?

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The wind throws away the remaining autumn grass. Gao Wu is wet and the moon is cold and silent. At that time, the Qixi Festival recorded a deep alliance.

Believe in the marriage of feathers and clothes, regret it and be buried in the city. The world is full of rain bells.

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Half of the setting sun comes down from the small building, and the red curtain is tilted with a soft golden hook. You can't be sad when you lean on the railing without any thoughts.

There was a girl named Yingying riding a horse. She was very elegant with light makeup and dark shades. Seeing people shy but turning around.

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Who spread the news to Jushuang? There are two rows of swan geese in the blue sky, and the late autumn scenery is even more desolate.

The person holding the silver garlic curtain is silent, and the jade hairpin knocking on the candle is full of letters. The yellow flowers bloom close to the Double Ninth Festival.

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Who knows that it is not pitiable to be wandering? The old travel season is so beautiful, and people with broken hearts have been there for many years.

A blush comes from the rain, with a few hints of soft green and smoke. The beautiful soul disappears before the sunset.

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Ten miles of lake light brings wine and wine, and the green curtain reflects Bai Pingzhou. The west wind is full of praise.

Sometimes the beach is surrounded by arms, and the boat is drawn with a pole. Return to the Speechless Evening Makeup House.

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The remaining snow is shining coldly on the screen. The plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been updated for the third time, and there is still no one around and the moon is dimly lit.

I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak.

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When the rain stops and the sycamore trees burst into tears, I recall myself from the beginning. Pick flowers and hate the old fashion.

The green peach people in the curtain shadow have gone, and the traces of the grass and moss paths remain empty. Where between the eyebrows is the moon like a hook?

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I want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is, but I only see the sad and green skirt. The musk deer camp quilt is cold and cherishes the lingering smoke.

I can stand the twilight cold and lean on the bamboo, so I won’t open the door in the spring. The bottom of the loquat flower is more beautiful than the scholar.

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The first line of the red paper with tears makes people afraid of opening the window. It's a good time to have some free time.

The barrier is tired of looking at gold and blue paintings, and the robe is tired of water and agarwood. After looking through the eyebrow charts, it’s just ordinary.

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When I wake up from sleep, I feel sleepy and strong, and when the green cicada leaves the curtains on my temples. At night, I worry about the damage to my waist.

We are waiting in the hope that the distant letter will not return, but the details of the quiet period are uneven. What’s more, it’s hard to think about.

Another (outing couplet)

When I left Guo to find spring, spring was at an end (Chen Weisong), the east wind was blowing and my face was not cold (Qin Songling), and Qingcun was almost as far as the west mountain (Yan Shengsun).

There is no need to worry about the long way to go when riding a horse (Jiang Chenying), don’t let your cup sit idle when looking at flowers (Zhu Yizun), life is easy but often difficult (Nalan Xingde).

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The sky over the powdery pond is covered with green moss, and the swallows rush to build up mud camps. Jealous of him flying away but flying back.

A horse is passing by Meili, and a sail is coming from Ouxi River. The ashes of Boshan's furnace are not completely ashes.

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The five-character poem suddenly becomes clear, and it can teach the disabled scholars. It was love at that time when I moved my skirt with my hands.

After farewell, my heart and dreams fade away, and I feel haggard and sad over the years. The setting sun is still bright in the small window.

Again

I have been in the world for eighteen years, playing flowers, chewing pistils and playing with ice strings. Send your sentiments to that side.

The purple jade hairpin is slanted in the shadow of the lamp, and the red cotton-pink cold pillow is slanted. Seeing the benefits but being speechless.

Again

The heartbroken Ban Zhuo has not returned, and the embroidered screen is deeply locked in the cold Fengxiao. A spring of quiet dreams.

The rain changes the color of the flowers, and caring about the fragrant grass is difficult. It cannot be destroyed by the wind and the moon.

Also

It is easy to get close to the screen with a strong fragrance, and the branches shadow half the window. I pity you even more when the stormy road is narrow.

I still look forward to the missing words, and I am confused about my business strategy. I just think the moon is too bright tonight.

Also

Writing the Goddess of Luo with a gentle face, it should be noted that a slight smile is a deep frown. Very beautiful and pitiful spring.

Hide the thin cold and provide soft barriers, hold the slender shadow and borrow the fragrance. Failed to release the fragrance unintentionally.

Again

The twelve red curtains were rustling deep into the ground, and then I removed my socks and pondered again. The weather will be sunny but slightly overcast in the evening.

The bead is worn in a bag with three characters, and the hairpin is in a bun with two sides. What is the reason for the wet orchid lapel?

The golden years flow like water, and the shark pearls burst out and are harder to collect. After being ill, I often shy away from combing my hair.

There are green clouds and bamboos along the way, and half the windows are red and the sunset flowers are sad. It's just a curtain hook.

Be willing to see separation as easy, and see the hard as easy. It's hard to leave the past behind.

Tonight, there is a shadow in front of the lamp, and a green quilt is placed on the pillow. No one has to deal with the cold spring.

(Send to friend Yan Sun)

The fishing tube is buried by the Oudang Bridge, and Luo Xi goes to Wuhu East. The pen bed and tea stove are too easy.

There is a ginkgo rain on the short wall, and a magnolia breeze on the high pavilion. When the eyebrow thrush is free, I paint hibiscus.

Also

(Dajue Temple)

The empty beams and painted walls of the Yan base are cold, and the flowers and rain from the sky scatter in the quiet pass. The incense of seal script and the fragrance of Buddhist scriptures are endless.

Butterflies emerge from the curtain, half of the cherries are left in the bird's mouth. At this time, I was relatively speechless.

Again

The fallen leaves fill the stream and the water has frozen, and the setting sun still shines on the short pavilion. In what year was the temple abandoned and its title lost?

Relying on the words on the stele, the cockfighter flicked the lamp in front of the Buddha to purify the dust and present the golden sutra.

Also (Xiao Wula)

The birch house is made of fish-clad willows, and the scales of dragons move with fishy spray, flying towards the east of the sea.

I still remember the traces of the military fortifications in those days. I don’t know where the Sanskrit bells sounded.

In May, the wheat in the south of the Yangtze River is thin, and the rain is light during the yellow plum season. Watch the swallows teach the chicks to fly.

The water is as dark as a painting, and the peaks are clear and sunny. Who goes to Yuji alone with splashing skirt?

Also (chanting to the fifth watch, and the true rhyme of Hunan)

The delicate flowers are slightly dizzy and wet, and the shadows of the lamps and lanterns are full of sorrow. The dream came back to Yuanshan Tower.

The waning moon secretly peeks at Jin Qushu, and the soft wind blows the jade curtain hook. Wait for the neighbor girl to call you to comb your hair.

Again

When the wine wakes up and the fragrance disappears, I am overwhelmed with sorrow. How can I go back to the place where flowers have fallen? Last year's high picking bucket was light.

Ye Yu has lost weight several times, and the prosperity is always unfounded. Where in the world can you ask for affection?

Also (Gengshen Day)

When I am in a cold place, I still remember the red twigs in my dancing skirt. Whose family is burning candles to wait for the spring breeze?

The bamboo-leaf bottle flips over to pick swallows, and the nine-branched lantern trembles with golden insects. The romantic relationship relies on God.

Also

Give up the unreasonable hatred and grow long, the loving cloud bows its head and returns to life with the fragrance. Miao Lianhua said, try to guess the details.

But all sentient beings have their wishes fulfilled, so where should we think about it? The seal smoke remains and the candle remains in the ileum.

Reduced word magnolia

The candles shake their shadows, and the cold quilt is just about to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking.

The vast blue sky is full of love between heaven and earth. It is difficult for people to get through, but they are willing to be steady and endure the storm.

Again

We met without saying a word, a hibiscus catching the autumn rain. The little girl is dizzy with redness, and the servant girl's heart is like a phoenix.

When the general calls out in a low voice, he is just concentrating his feelings to avoid being seen. If you want to complain about your deep feelings, you turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

The new moon again

I’m about to put on my evening makeup, so I paint my slender eyebrows in the mirror. The preparation and waiting are clear, and the rain and smoke are invincible.

Don’t teach the stars to replace each other, and the reunion will eventually come true. This night in the Red Mansion, heaven and earth are as sad as each other.

Again

Without soul and no evidence, where can we go with thousands of rivers and mountains? There is no message, and the east wind blows away the green all day long.

Spring is good in my hometown, I send you a message that fallen flowers need to be swept away. Don't worry about spring, there will be many patients suffering from the same disease.

Again

The flowers looked coldly, regretting that spring came late. I know this life, I know how to meet you in this life.

Naturally peerless, if you don’t believe in lovesickness, you will be confused. If you can understand lovesickness, you will definitely share a branch with Han Ping.

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Teaching Tie Shi, every time I see a flower blooming, I cherish it. The tears are hard to get rid of, and the tears will damage a piece of green mist jade.

It’s too cold for Yi, so I added a paper window with sparse bamboo shadows. Remember the lovesickness, wear the ring when you return and the moon rises.

Magnolia flower order imitates the ancient decisive words

If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.

Lishan’s words are gone until half past midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing, but I still don’t complain. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.

Partridge Sky, Lihen

Standing on her back, Yingying pretends to be ashamed, and moves the plum blossoms with her hand to hit her shoulder. If you want to leave and hate, you will find a man to tell you, but when you find the man, you will return to hate and stop.

The clouds are flowing, the water is long, and the sound of the horizontal flute locks the empty building. When is the moon shining over the spring stream, there is a boat with hanging willow trees on the broken bank.

Red Dates

The wind is blowing and the rain is weaving. No wonder spring sorrow is added slowly. If I can't remember clearly, I suspect it's a dream, and there's a curtain between the dreams.

Also

Shock the dawn and protect the spring sleep. Extraordinarily carefree and self-pitying. The message is to make flowers and the wind is good, and the green window comes with the strings.

Ruihexian

(Bingchen’s birthday means longevity, using phrases and phrases with finger snaps, and showing Yang)

The horse teeth are lengthened, and the world is in vain. What's the matter with you? False reputation is always like water. A glass of wine in front of me will keep me drunk all my life. In the shadow of the setting sun, I asked Guihong whether he had returned or not. And just follow the fate, go and stay without intention, look coldly at the Huating Pavilion and chatter with cranes.

No sleep. Su Bao is still there, Xiaoyu comes to say, the sun is high and the flowers are sleeping. The bright moon is in the dark, I once said "Yu", I should remember it. It's a moth's eyebrows that are natural, for people to envy, and the wind and rain blow away the flower stamens. Lamenting the passing of time, I am old and incompetent, just a long song.

The Legend of the River

Spring is light, red is resentful. Covering the double rings, painting is leisurely among the flowers in the light rain. The silent tears will burst into tears. In the dim light, the fragrance is sold and the dream returns.

Leaning on the painting screen and thinking about the past are all wrong. They are just words of lovesickness. I remember that at that time, weeping willow silk, flower branches, and butterflies filled the courtyard.