Poetry expressing inner melancholy

I don't know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like piano mark. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the monarch's longing for love cried in the cuckoo, and the mermaid cried pearl-like tears in the moon-green sea. The blue fields breathed their jadeite in the sun, and a moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. In the spring rain, people lie in white clothes, and the white doors are sparse, which is more illegal. The red chamber is separated from the rain and cold, and the pearls and foils float alone. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so we should be sad for spring, and the night can still be a dream. How can I get the seal? I see a lonely goose in a cloud of three thousand miles, nameless and sad, deeply buried in Mochou Hall, and ecstatic for the whole night. Angels' life is nothing but dreams. If they don't have a lover to enter their room? Storms ravage nut horns, and the moon dew moistens cinnamon leaves. I know very well that this kind of love will have no result, no prejudice, and melancholy is frivolous. You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any other traces. It's five o'clock, in the moonlight-filled building. Dreams are far away, but it's hard to cry, and books make ink. Wax shines on the golden emerald in a half cage, and musk embroiders hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan. And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell. In spring, silkworms weave until they die, candles turn to ashes, and tears begin to dry up. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled a misty rain blew from the east, and there was a light thunder outside the lotus pond. The golden toad locks the incense, and the jade tiger ties the well. Jia Hua peeps at the curtain and concubines leave pillows. Wei. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . Untitled a wisp of faint phoenix tail yarn, the fragrance is multiplied, and the Biwen dome meets the night. Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? . Once lonely and fragrant. How far can pomegranate flowers whisper? I tied my horse to a willow and waited for the southwest wind. Untitled last night, the stars, the wind, the west of the studio and the east of the Guitang, although without the wings of Cai Feng, the heart repeatedly touches the rhinoceros. Every other seat, send a hook to warm the spring. There, one after another, we roll the dice under the crimson light until a drum rolls. Alas, call me to perform my duties. I ride my horse like a drifting water plant. Stay at the Roche Pavilion and send a message to the Bamboo Pier in Cui Yong. Dust-free water is clear, and acacia meets the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain. A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night asks if the return date has not arrived, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. Why do you want to cut candles at the west window? The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings. New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers. If you want to break these troubles in your heart, you should use a new wine to alleviate the pain. The price is 10 thousand or 8 thousand. Cicada's heart is pure, so it is hungry. You have been singing in vain all night. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you. The guest in the grade room left, Petals, confused in my little garden. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset. My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears. You left. The river hangs high in front of my door, and cicadas are silent on the dewy branches. I will always miss the good times. This day passed the day before today. The north of you is as far as spring; I was too late in Nanling, and the delivery was too late. Far away, I have repeatedly divined my dreams; Doubt that you are new here and forget your old friends. It is more important than the white rock in the Notre Dame Temple. In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind. Elvhua freely said that she had come to live somewhere, and Tong Jie's family in Dulan Township said that she would leave and come back. Yulang and the virgin met here and informed the fairy that the virgin wanted to board Zizhi with the fairy. There is no question where to mourn the Zheng. The old lady in Sakura Yongxiang's master hangs on the shore of An Yang to marry or not to sell. On March 30, Princess Liyang was fourteen years old. After the Qingming Festival, she came back to see the exhibition on the same wall and moved to the fifth watch. The swallow in the beam sighed untitled. This song belongs to Tan Lang at present. No one hung down the curtains, but when he wanted to dust, he turned to bed. The young man in the Yan family is still poor, and the left family is charming. The west wind in Wan Li is long at night. On July 29 th, I went to the banquet, and the front pool was like dew, and the wind returned to the pool, and the bamboo trees were all sad. After all, everything is lost. Melodious dreams can only be seen by lights, and life can only be known by wine. Until they grow old, Song Yang and Song Xue had a period of heartbeat. Three bi cheng (on) Chang 'e and moonlight companion, a pair of indifferent appearance; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken. Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days. Living far away, I had a long dream for two hours, and only the empty bed was my enemy. Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is less worried in the rain. The sun screen window shines on the door, and the incense sticks against the spring. The cloister is surrounded by loneliness, and the blue parrot sets off the red rose. Two willows are given away from the pavilion (1), so there is no sorrow and a thin waist. Thousands of things are falling. In order to report the rest of the pedestrians, half of them stayed and sent away, and the other half were welcome back. Present two songs (one) on behalf of the audience. The jade ladder crosses the moon like a hook. Bananas don't show Lilac Festival, but they are sad in the same spring breeze. Chu Yinshan went upstairs from the palace, and the river flowed through the palace in front of the building. Chutian is hazy and rainy, and Song Yu has no worries. The Milky Way in blowing sheng overlooks the Milky Way in blowing sheng and the building is cold.