You can also collect ancient poems and modern poems with ancient rhymes. There are many, many~~~

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 gallbladder, and the words in my heart have turned to ashes.

Bodhisattva Man

The wind and rain are blowing in the wind, and it will be 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.

Again

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 my remaining wine, 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 sunset is infinite.

Bodhisattva Man

The rain was falling just after the flowers were separated from 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.

Linjiang Fairy

Bajiao’s heart was broken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand.

My tired eyes are blurry at first sight, and half of them are blurry when I look at them again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?

Also

I had a personal appointment last night, and Yan Chengyu missed the third watch. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's late at night and people are still awake, and mice are watching the lamps.

It turned out that Qu Tang was blocking the wind and wrongly taught people to hate ruthlessness. There was silence outside the small corridor. Several times when the intestines are broken, the wind blows to protect the flower bells.

Poppy

Spring love only reaches the point where the pear blossoms are thin and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world.

The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret thread is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night.

Again

We meet again in the depths of Qulan, weeping and trembling. After a desolate farewell, the two echoed each other, the most unbearable resentment in the bright moonlight.

I have slept alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first trick is to draw a skirt.

Also

The silver bed is filled with asphalt and the old trees are covered with asphalt. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves.

I miss you every inch in the corridor, and I lean against the falling moon. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

Another (Autumn Evening Walk)

The ground is full of traces of sorrow, no one has noticed it, and the shadows on the dew are wet. The small steps on the idle steps are more desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

Being sentimental is tiring, and the heart is broken. The words on the red paper are blurred against the wall, and I recall that I was crouching in front of the lamp as a book of Yi.

The clouds and pine trees on the temples

The pillow is fragrant and the flowers are leaking through 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?

The green shirt is wet, mourning the death

There have been so many sad things recently, who can talk more about it? Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.

I understood it at the time, but now I have given it up, it is always a loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.

Qin Yuan Chun

Three days before the Double Ninth Festival of Dingsi, I dreamed that the deceased woman was wearing no makeup and plain clothes, holding her hands and choking with sobs, saying too many words that she could no longer remember. But there is a parting saying: "I wish I could be the moon in the sky, and I still get to meet Lang every year." The woman has never written poetry, and she doesn't know how she got it. She felt that it was a poem afterward

Life is fleeting, and her life is so miserable. , How can I forget when I wander low? I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the wind played with the rain; at the curve of the carved lantern, we leaned against the setting sun. Dreams are hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I cry in the middle of the night. The remains are there, but they are only turned around, but they are not allowed to be looked at.

Rediscovering the vast blue sky.

If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning. The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; the spring flowers and autumn leaves are painful to touch. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced. It’s really helpless, the sound of the beautiful sound is next to the flute, and the music is composed of the ileum.

Yu Zhonghao

It was windy and rainy on the fourth day of July, and tomorrow is the birthday of the late wife

The dust covered the sparse curtains and the curtains were floating, making it a dark and pitiful night . I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw the green leaves next to the rhinoceros dowry.

Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, cold rain and cold wind are blowing across the painted bridge.

Nan Xiangzi

Inscribed a photo for his deceased wife

Crying but silently, he only regretted his past ruthlessness and relied on his paintings to deepen his understanding. Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.

The other words are very clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.

Golden Thread Song

Thoughts on the anniversary of my deceased wife’s death

When will this regret end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. Not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.

Chongquan is sent by Pisces. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. When we get married, we will know him for life. I am also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.

Die Lianhua

Hard work makes me pity the moon in the sky, it is like a ring overnight, and it becomes a knot every night. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.

It is not easy to cut off the fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.

Die Lian Hua

I went to the place where the green poplar trees once folded, and without saying a word, I lowered my whip and walked all over the Qingqiu Road. The sky is filled with decaying grass and there is no thought, and the sound of wild geese is far away heading towards Xiaoguan.

I don’t hate the hardships of traveling to the end of the world, I just hate the west wind, blowing dreams into the present and the past. There is still a long way to go tomorrow, and the clothes are stained by the fresh cold rain.

Shanhuazi

The wild moss in the forest leads to Yun's house, and the jade bones are pitied against the dust and sand. There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns.

The duckweeds of half a lifetime are lost in the water, and the famous flowers are buried in a night of cold rain. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.

Qing Ping Le

Desolate and miserable, the Yellow Flower Festival is bleak. In the dream, the sound of the anvil did not stop, which made the crickets grieve even more.

The dust gives birth to swallows in the empty building, and the remaining strings are thrown at the bedside. The same morning breeze and waning moon are now adding sadness to my emotions.

Again

The wind and rain on the temples come unexpectedly. Tired of leaning on the magnolia and looking at the halo of the moon, it is easy to whisper and the fragrance is close.

The soft wind blows through the window screen, and my heart is far away. From now on, the spring will be sad and the farewell will be sad, and the dusk will only look at the pear blossoms.

Like a dream

It is the golden well of the windlass, full of red and cold fallen 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.

Again

The yellow leaves and moss return, where are 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.

Also

In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense, the teachings are 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.

Picking mulberry seeds

Tongxia has been flying for a long time. Who is the person beside? Whose side are you with? Yuqing can't 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 Yuefu’s 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.

Picking mulberry seeds

The peach blossoms die of shame and are 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.

Again

Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and the 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 you turn on the lamp and write on red paper, it is still boring. 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.

Also

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.

Again

The native flowers were dyed 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.

Again

The white clothes are standing against 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.

Picking mulberry seeds

The ruins of the Xie family’s courtyard are now standing, 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.

Huatangchun

A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?

It is easy to beg for ointment to the blue bridge, but it is difficult to escape into the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.

When the flowers fall

Who calls me down the stairs at sunset with a handful of catkins. I turned around and smiled, standing in front of the steps. I was speechless and reluctant.

The letter has no evidence, so don’t talk about lovesickness. I advise Yi Hao to get drunk by the red window, but she will be out of reach when the flowers fall.

The Legend of the River

Spring is light, red is resentful. Cover the double rings, and draw pictures among the flowers in the light rain. 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, there were weeping willow silks, flower branches, and butterflies all over the courtyard.

Huanxisha

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.

Also

Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse. 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 half of the candle is lit, and the apricot blossoms are lightly wet with light rain. How about sending red beans to boredom?

The spring scenery is as thick as wine, and the promise of returning home is as strong as the tide. Who can recruit the beauty who has left the soul and entered the night?

Also

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.

Again

Half of the setting sun comes down from the small building, and the red curtain is tilted to control the soft gold 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.

Breaking through the sand of Huanxi

The wind-floating catkins have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and beautiful, and the lotus root silk lingers; cherish each other and pinch a petal of incense to remember the 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.

Meet each other happily

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

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

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 as bright as 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.

Magnolia Order

An ancient decisive poem

If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on the fan? It's easy to change old people's hearts, but it's easy to change old people's hearts.

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.

Lang Tao Sha

The night rain makes autumn, which hits his heart and teaches him to cherish and protect romance. Who does it bring trouble to, and who does it bring shame to?

Secret feelings never end, and secret wishes are difficult to fulfill. The four-roll bead curtain and the moon serve as the building. Secretly recalling that the wedding day is really like a dream, but dreams must remain.

Again

The red shadow wets the window, and the spring light is thinned out. The rain is lingering but the sun is setting outside the flowers. Who sees her wearing a thin shirt and a low bun, hugging her knees and thinking.

There is no way that is not desolate. I have been close to holding the cup. Secretly thinking about what could break people's hearts. It was in his spring dream that he glimpsed the corridor.

Partridge Sky

Lihen

Standing on her back, Yingying pretends to be shy, and moves her plum blossoms to hit her shoulders. 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.

Birth of Cha Zi

The east wind does not resolve its sorrow and secretly unfolds the Hunan skirt. Carrying a sarong alone at night, reflecting the slender waist painting.

When the water is boiling, the smoke sinks, and the dew drops drop from the mandarin duck tiles. Flower bones should be fragrant when cold, under small standing cherries.

Again

Melancholy, the colorful clouds are flying, and the blue sky is falling, what do you know? There are no albizia flowers in sight, and the acacia tree is empty.

It’s always a different time, so that’s clear. They were sentenced to the longest night, and they were tired of the rain.

Lotus Leaf Cup

Who is the confidant? Already. Win and miss his life. Love seems to be ruthless in ancient times, and regrets are clear in other words.

Mo Daofang's time is easy to pass, day and night. Cherish the good days. Guidance for Yi's destiny to come again, and the drizzle to wash away her legacy.

Reminiscences of Jiangnan

Reflections on Su Shuanglin Chanyuan

Disheartened, I have yet to become a complete monk. The wind and rain wear away the farewell of life and death. It seems like we have known each other only in isolation, but our love cannot be awakened.

After shaking, the clear blowing is audible. The raindrops are floating in the dark, and the leaves of the golden well are drifting. When you hear the wind and the sound of bells, you will be lucky enough to recommend the city.

The shadow of the jade chain

Where are the leaves rustling and raining. The flowers on the eaves are completely wet, and people at the bottom of the flowers are speechless. Covering the mountain, the jade furnace is cold. Who can see the two frowning eyebrows leaning against the railing.

(Note: The rhythm of this tune is not recorded, or it may be composed by oneself)

Huanxisha

Who conveyed the news to Juishuang? 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.

Huanxisha

Who knows that being wandering is not a pity? The old travel season is so beautiful that people with broken hearts have been there for years.

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

Nanxiangzi

The mist and warm rain have just begun to settle, leaving all the flowers in the small courtyard. I picked a pair of red beans, lowered my head, and shed tears while talking.

People go away like a spring break, and the wine once made the stone stand out. There are people crossing peach leaves and boats, and they are all worried about a kind of mist.

Heavenly Fairy

The moon has set in the city and the crows have not stopped crowing, and it is too early to wake up without sleep. The frosty courtyard is timidly dressed, the heart is quiet, and the red lantern is lingering. Who knows what I am waiting for?

Die Lianhua

I can't keep the scenery in my eyes, it's warm and fragrant, and I go up to the carved saddle again. The thick tobacco smoke blocks the way, and the weeping poplars are the acacia trees.

Melancholy and jade face become obstacles in the room, why is the east wind not the master of prosperity. The broken belt still leaves a begging sentence, and the traces of Banzhui are nowhere to be found.

Visiting Kinmen

The wind is blowing, and the water is soaking 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

Viewing 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, and the window is red , the first curtain hook. 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.

Dream Jiangnan

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

Qingpingle

Recalling Liang Fen

As soon as I heard the rain at night, I felt that autumn was like this. The people who surrounded the building were silent, and their dreams turned into sorrow without any evidence.

Thousands of chaotic mountains and rivers cross the river, I recall where you are when you are tired of traveling. Do you know the red candle in the small window? It's a desolate night for Zhaoren.