Ancient poems about the Southern Song Dynasty

Night flower Baihejiang enters Beijing, Bofen Gate, feeling (Wu Wenying)

Liuyihe Bridge. Short-selling strategies frequently provoke spring fragrance. At that time, I stayed overnight and walked into the deep country with tenderness. The rhyme is narrow, the glass is long, and the arrow to cut the wax flower pot is urgent. * * * Chasing friends, Lingbo Cuimo, practicing Eight Horizontal Ponds.

A dream in ten years is bleak, like a swallow in the West Lake, and Wuting is deserted. Back to the feelings, call the wine and silver trader as mentioned above. The stream is rushing, the shore is crazy, and the crows are flying. Old friend upstairs, who should I order? The grass falls in the sun.

Qi Tianle (Jiang Kui)

Bing Chennian and Zhang Gongfu will drink in Zhang's hall, smell crickets in the wall of the house, and make an appointment for the public house to sing for the singer. The writing is beautiful; I wandered among the flowers, looked up at the autumn moon, meditated and found this. Crickets are called "weaving promotion" and "hat". A courageous person may give a gift of 300,000 to 200,000 yuan to carve an ivory tower as a building view.

Yu Lang sang "Fu for the Past" first, and mourning for the past was even more whispering. Exposing copper on the floor and moss invading the stone well were all listened to by Yi. The whining sounds like accusations. I'm thinking that the woman is awake. She's on the ground. Ququ Pingshan, it's cool at night, and a person is very emotional?

It's raining in the west window again. Why is it intermittent? Don't be sad when the pavilion welcomes autumn and leaves the palace to hang the moon. "Sui" is full of poems, laughing at the fence and calling for lights, and the children of the world. It's even more bitter to write in the piano.

He Xinlang Jiuri (Liu Kezhuang)

Zhan Zhan's sky is dark, which is even more impressive. The wind and drizzle are chaotic. I like to climb high and look around the world in my life, thanks to the high-rise buildings now. Looking around, thousands of valleys are full of autumn, and my heart is full of affection. Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, he shed tears, but he will always cry for the land of China, unlike those who once boarded the ancients in ancient times, because his life is short and sad. Memories of the past, the rise and fall of honor, everything disappeared.

Teenagers are conceited about lingyun pen, but now spring flowers have fallen, full of bleak. I often resent the fact that people's new ideas are too few, and only like to talk about the sparse distribution of scholars in the Southern Dynasties. Broken hats come out every year. You drink to the yellow flower alone, for fear that the yellow flower will laugh at people. Hiro went to the north and disappeared in the west.

Gaoyangtai (Wu Wenying)

Palace powder carving marks, fairy clouds falling shadows, no one wild water shortage bay. Ancient stone buries incense, Jinsha clavicle chain. Nanta doesn't hate playing the flute, and hates the breeze and mountains. It's dusk in the courtyard and dry and cold on the moon.

Shouyang is empty and sad. Who can adjust chalcedony to cover up the fragrant scar? The drizzle turns red, and the lonely mountain is infinitely cold in spring. It is difficult for the soul to find a way out, and the dream is to take off the stream. The saddest person, the birds sing clearly and the leaves are round.

Zaolanxiang Huaian Zhongwu (Wu Wenying)

Silk binds the wrist, the hairpin hangs skillfully, and the jade sleeps on the yarn. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window. I was sad when I wrote a pomegranate skirt. Dreaming of time, Tingzhou is old.

Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune. It's hard to complain. Chu River is gloomy, the wind is fragrant, the milk is fragrant, the rain is bright and the plum is yellow. In the afternoon, I take a bath in the mirror and read Qin Lou. It's also anthropomorphic. You should cut calamus according to your own judgment. But I expect a new toad, and I will follow the sky.

Changting complained slowly (Jiang Kui)

I like writing my own music very much. The initial rate means long and short sentences, and then it is combined with the law, so there are many differences before and after. Huan Sima Yun said, "In the past, willows were planted, and Yi Yi Han Nan; Today, look at the falling, sad river beach; If the tree is still like this, why are people inferior? " I love this sentence deeply.

Gradually blowing out, the branches are fragrant, and there is another family, and the green door is deep. Far pu lingering, dusk sail messy. What should we do? Many readers, who can be like a pavilion tree? If a tree has feelings, it won't be so green!

At dusk, I looked at the high city and saw countless mountains. Long Wei also went, how could he forget to pay Yuhuan additionally? The first is to return early, for fear that no one will give priority to red calyx. It's hard to shake off sadness.

Huanxisha (Wu Wenying)

The copper flowers on the wave surface are cold, the jade people are fishing pipe hooks, and the moon is bright and the pool is autumn.

Jiang Yan's words leave, the spray is red like a spring break, and the west wind leaves the well first.

Changting complained slowly and returned to Zhongan's hometown (Wang)

Boating alone, crossing Gaodong, I still remember that day, the green gate was closed. There are no restrictions on ivory berries and wine stains. Looking for the past, emptiness and melancholy become an autumn garden. Since we have an appointment to enjoy the flowers, it always leaves after leaving.

The water is far away, how do you know it is outside the running water, but it is particularly far from the mountain. Tianya Dream is short, I want to forget, I am eager to carve the threshold. Endless, Ran Ran setting sun, caressing trees, the years will be late. But if you count Hongying, you can still know the sadness of Xiyuan.

He Xinlang bid farewell to the twelve brothers of the cat family (Xin Qiji)

It is even more impressive to hear partridges among the green trees. Partridge life, cuckoo cut. When there is no crying in spring, all the bitterness and hatred of wheatgrass are still. It's not time to die: the pipa will be closed soon, and Nagato and Cuifan will bid farewell to Jin Que, see Yan Yan and send them back to my concubine.

The general suffered repeated battles and defeats, and his reputation was ruined. He went to He Liang and returned to Wan Li, so his old friend died. Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. It is a strong man, and the elegy is not thorough. The crying bird knows how much it hates, but it doesn't know how to cry. What it cries is blood. Who * * * me, drunk the bright moon?

Qiao Jinmen (Zhu)

Spring is already halfway through, and this situation is infinite.

Twelve pillars are dry and inclined,

Whatever you're worried about.

It's nice to have a sunny day,

Lost to Yingying Yanyan.

The flower curtain didn't roll all over the yard,

Heartbreak grass is far away.