A poem with hints

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

Nalan Xingde's "Singing Blue with Crimson Lips"

There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind.

How can you resist autumn if you are so miserable? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first.

Nalan Xingde's Young Beauty

Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.

Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

Yan's Recent Love

Magpie bridge becomes the driving force. It was a happy night, begging and the first cool night. Clever double moth painting. The jade hook hangs obliquely next to the southwest.

Break the hairpin under the cool leaves. Sweet shoulder sleeves, who still remembers the words at that time. You can borrow the road across the galaxy. Let's leave hatred on earth.

Yan's Qing Ping Le

The cold woke up the wine. Xiao Mo flies with frost. Back-illuminated painting curtains and candle shadows. People are quiet in the oblique moonlight.

The western expedition of jinyi talents. Wan Zhongyun's initial journey. Cui Dai leaned against the door to see him off, and Luan's heart was silent.

Yan's "picking mulberry"

Before the flowers bloom, the spring breeze is early, and Jiang Mei has long been liked by people. Show your face and clear your cup. Fang Yi worries about Phoenix first and urges it.

After finding incense falls on idle people, this hatred is hard to cut. Come later. But I'm afraid it won't open at first.

Eight Poems of Du Fu's Autumn Prosperity (I)

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

Zhu Yizun's Qin River Loves the Old.

Oil wall is an old swim, disrespect can't worry about your back.

Fate knows that the fate that gives her fickle feelings should be hated, but it is only affectionate but shameful.

So, I stole the jade chopsticks of idle people, and the waves gave good words to the silver hook.

Wuling rushed home when he was young and cut off the twelfth floor of the red wall.