Misty rain poem

The waiting hall is full of plum blossoms, the bridges are thin with willows and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.

Que Qiao xian Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.

Qingpingle Huang Tingjian

Where does spring go, there is no way to be lonely. If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him. There is no breath of spring. Who knows? Unless you ask an oriole. Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.

Liu Yong Yulinling

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, morning breeze and waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?

Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Li Qingzhao

Dianjiangchun

Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Dianjiangchun

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Seeing the guests coming, socks and gold slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

Huanxisha

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

Huanxisha

In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.

In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Huanxisha

The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.

Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

Slow voice

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Complain about one's feelings

At night, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.

People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.

The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.

Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.

within walking distance

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes!

I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

Qin Yi goose

Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Pick mulberry seeds with words

Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.

Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!

Spread happy sand.

Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.

Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.

Spread happy sand.

The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.

Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.

Wulingchun

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

Zui Hua Yin

The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Nangezi

The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night?

The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown!

The resentment of the prince and grandson

The lake is windy, autumn dusk, and red and fragrant. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.

Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.

Ouyang Xiu

A butterfly in love with flowers

No matter how long leisure is abandoned, every spring comes, melancholy remains.

Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

I don't know how far you are, desolate and boring. I am drifting away, and there is no book. Where can I ask?

In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and all the leaves are hate. Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream will not be ignited and burned.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The yard is full of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. Jade carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

It rains and winds in March and closes at dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers to be speechless, and red flew over the swing.

Tasha shop

Waiting for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.

My heart softened and my eyes were full of tears, and the height of the building was not close to the dangerous fence.

Langtaosha

Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang in the east of Luocheng, and always hold hands and travel around the Champs at that time.

Get together and leave in a hurry, endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Where has he gone like a cloud these days? If you forget to come back, it will be the end of spring.

Tears leaned against the floor and talked alone frequently. When Shuang Yan comes, will we meet on strangers? Arouse catkin-like spring sorrow, nowhere to be found in Yiyi's dream.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Before opening the bottle, I was going to say the date of my return, but I didn't say that spring would make me swallow it first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Leave the song, don't renovate it. A song can teach the intestines to tie knots. It's easy to say goodbye until you see all the flowers in Luoyang.

journey

A person's spring is clear for You Lan. Wan Li away, February and March, sad.

I sang on the nail-unloading pond beside Jiangyan, leaving my soul behind, just like the rainy night and dusk, and I remember Wang Sun more particularly.

Linjiangxian

Outside the pool, the light thunder pool drips, the rain falls on the lotus, and the west corner of the small building is broken and bright, dry and reclining, waiting for the moonlight to grow.

Swallows came to peek at the painting building, the jade hook hung the curtain, the cold waves did not move, the reeds were flat, the water was fine, and there were fallen flowers on the shore.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The wind shakes the willow, the smoke is deep, and the snow is flying.

Pingshan on the pillow, surrounded by blue waves, shaded by green lights, facing the night sky. Embroider when you are lonely, and the moonlight shines on pears.

Pick mulberry seeds

The canoe is shorter than the West Lake, the green water twists and turns, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

On the windless water, the glass was slippery, and the ship moved and rippled slightly, causing the sand bird to fly ashore.

Pick mulberry seeds

It's nice that the spring rain is deep, the flowers are blooming, the butterflies are buzzing and the flowers are warm in sunny days over the West Lake.

Lan radial painting Ge leisurely, suspected to be immortal, reflecting waves, wide water and high wind.

Pick mulberry seeds

It is good to draw a boat carrying wine in the West Lake, to control the string and urge the jade lamp to pass, which is steady and smooth.

The clouds are under the boat, the water is fresh and the asphalt is lingering. I suspect there is another sky in the lake.

Pick mulberry seeds

After all the flowers are gone, the West Lake is good, wolves are disabled, birds are misty and weeping willows are withered.

When all the tourists left, they began to feel the spring sky, put down the curtains and went back to the drizzle.

Pick mulberry seeds

Who can enjoy the West Lake? There is no shortage of beautiful scenery. Flying cover chasing around, lust after flowers and get drunk.

Who knows that at leisure, the grass is shining and the water is far away, and a small Cangzhou egret flies.

Pick mulberry seeds

During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good, full of eyes and bustling, fighting for the road.

Visitors must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers.

Pick mulberry seeds

After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine. You don't need standards when you bring wine. Red buildings and green covers followed.

The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.

Pick mulberry seeds

The sky is beautiful, the water is beautiful, the clouds are fresh, seagulls and herons are sleeping. They should be used to listening to orchestra.

The wind is clear, the moon is white and the night is appropriate, and there is a fertile field. Whoever envies Luan is a fairy on board.

Pick mulberry seeds

The sunset glow shines on the West Lake, and the flower dock is beautiful, with ten hectares flat and no boat on the wild shore.

The southwest moon floats, the porch is cool, the lotus flowers are in Qing Xiang, and the wind on the water sobers up.

Pick mulberry seeds

I have loved the West Lake all my life, and I have come to embrace Zhu Lun, and I have been pitching for twenty years.

Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master?

Ruan Langgui

In Nanyuan, it's halfway through spring, and the smell of wind and peace, green plums are like peas and willows, and butterflies are flying.

The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, the curtain is hanging, the swing is not sleepy, and Shuang Yan is painted on the beam.

Nangezi

Chicken bun with golden mud and dragon jade palm comb, laughing from the window, feeling thrush.

I spent a long time holding a pen, drawing flowers and trying my hand at the beginning. I was so careless that I got in the way of embroidery. I smiled and asked how the word Yuanyang was made into a book.

Linjiangxian

I remember the first song that Jin Luan sang together, the spring breeze makes the country rich and the people strong. Now, I am a poor official and have wasted ten years in Qujiang.

It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but you can't see your family. The lonely city is so idle and cold that it is difficult to get rid of sorrow, and the mangrove is far away.

Hechongtian

Mexer powder, willow dragging gold, incense filled the old garden. The weather for growing flowers is half sunny and half cloudy, and the flowers are good but sad.

There are countless flowers and countless troubles, but if you spend them well, you will be worried about spring. Don't rush to wish the east wind with flowers and wine.

Qin Guan

Walking on the beach, I was lost in the fog and the moon. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?

Queqiao fairy is clever, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!

Subtract the word magnolia Tianya old hate. Lonely and desolate people don't ask. Want to see the ileum. Cut off the fragrance of the small seal in the golden furnace. Moths grow very long. Let the spring breeze blow. Trapped in a dangerous building. I'm worried about everything Hong Fei says.

The small building in the desert of Huanxisha is light and cold. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Looking at the tide of the sea, the stars are divided into bullfights, and the border is connected with Huaihai and Yangzhou. Flowers are fragrant, warblers are singing, and Pearl is miles east. The heroic spirit is like a rainbow. According to spring, gold and purple, flying cover follows. Lane into weeping willows, painting bridge north and south smoke. Cherish the memory of countless heroes of the motherland. There is a mystery.

The moon crosses the sky. Sailing on the brocade, pearls splashing rain, it is better to talk about horse ichthyosaurs. The past drives away loneliness. But the turbulent clouds and flowing water are lingering at the palace. A glass of wine is a thousand words.

Looking at the tide, the Qin peak is green, the stream is chic, and thousands of rocks and valleys are struggling. Summer vacation in Luocheng, painting Jiqiao Gate, three breaks in Penglai and Yan Ge. God knows the boat. The five lakes are full of smoke and moon, and they are learning Chinese characters. The thatched terrace is barren, and Zhuluo Village is cold and carefree. Who visits ancient times and stares at it? Distress is easy to lose, but Cui is hard to stay.

Shi Mei's old book Lanting Gu Mo is vaguely charming and autumn. Crazy sword and tiger head. For a hundred years, it has been a swamp, and it has been ruined all day. Scarab had better change wine and get drunk with Cangzhou.

Look at the sea, the plum blossoms are thin, the ice disappears, and the east wind is dark for years. Jingu Junyou, Bronze Camel Lane, Sunny and Fine Stepping Sand. Long memory follows the car by mistake. I am a butterfly dance, and I have a lot of thoughts. Liu Xia peach, spring scenery gives people. Drinking at night in the West Garden makes people sing. There are lanterns blocking the moon,

Flying cover prevents flowers. Lanyuan is not empty, pedestrians are getting old, so it's a pity to start again. The flag of alcohol and tobacco is tilted. But leaning against the building is extremely eye-catching, and when you see a crow. Helpless return to the heart, dark with the water to the end of the world.

The small building of Shuilongyin is far away, and suddenly you can see embroidered hubs and carved saddles. Julian is a semi-scroll, trying on a single coat for the first time, during the Qingming period. Break the warm wind, clear the light rain, and ask for nothing more. The sound of selling flowers is over, and the courtyard in the sunset is red and flying all over the sky. Yu Pei Ding Dong's departure.

Happiness and injustice are difficult. Name lock, god knows, the sky is sparse. It's hard to look back at the heavy doors under the flowers and the deep alleys beside the willows. I was full of affection, but I did it. At that time, I was full moon and still looking at people.

Eight or six children leaned against the dangerous pavilion. Hate is like grass, and it will be born eventually. After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red. Let me get stuck in it? Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.

There is no choice, the joy of the past is accompanied by running water, the fragrance of the green scarf gradually disappears, and you can no longer hear your sweet music. Positive pin setting. My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.

Liu Yong

A bell ringing in the rain

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Tidal bore watching

Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand. The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.

Thick lakes overlap and are clear. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. A thousand riders have high teeth. While listening to Xiao Gu's drunkenness, he enjoyed the clouds. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.

Klang Ganzhou

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold.

The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings.

Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.

Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.

Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.

Sigh for years, why stay.

I miss a beautiful woman. I look forward to it, but I miss it several times. The sky knows my way home.

I am anxious to know me and lean on the dry place (also called "staring").

Ding Fengbo

Since the beginning of spring, I have been sad and sad, and my heart is cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Warm and crisp, tired of enjoying the clouds alone. I'm tired of combing all day. Nothing! When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book. If I knew, I would regret not locking the carved saddle. When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons. Follow the town and don't give up. Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi. And me, so as not to let young people suffer from yin deficiency.

Hechongtian

On the gold list, I lost hope. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If you fail, you will struggle and not swim wildly. Why lose your life? A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes.

Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggling up to the red and leaning against the green, an affair, smooth sailing. Youth is in one day. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.

yellow

Who owns the garden in sunny days and spring? Warm method urges, the valley is peaceful, orioles dance, and the fragrant trees are moved at first. Seeing the wet golden clothes, Ye Ying speaks like a spring. Xiao Lai's big branches are rough, as if whispering his heart and profound meaning.

There is no evidence that warm smoke comes out at first, and then you go swimming with bees. Wild tracks, two calls, and finally dance in the fog. When I was on the farm, I was in the depths of the flowers. At this time, Haiyan was spared.

Xuemeixiang

Quiet and small, dangerous buildings are independent and clear. I feel sad about autumn, and so did Song at that time. The fishing market is lonely and cold, and the water town is full of Wu Ye's sorrow. Chu Tiankuo, the waves soak in the sunset, and thousands of miles dissolve.

Miss Kerry in the breeze, ignore your face and fold your eyebrows. Unfortunately, in those days, Dun was a good boy. Elegant and graceful, full of body, water flows in the west and water flows in the east. No resentment, no desire for love, and pay for it.

Caiyungui

Gao Heng sailed briskly towards dusk. Unload Yun Fan and Shui Yi Fish Town. At dusk and when it is picturesque, the river is quiet and the bright moon flies away. It's better to listen. The village in the distance is in charge, which leads people to heartbroken. At this time, the waves are windy and the years are boundless.

It hurts. The banquet was affectionate and desolate. Don't come to the hardest part, the sleeves are in accordance with the contract, and there is fragrance. It can be regarded as a phoenix pillow, and I will never think about it at night. Love, only Qi Lin, an unforgettable word.

Guqingbei

The frozen water disappears, the breeze keeps you warm, and spring fills the eastern suburbs. The scenery is slow, the smoke is moist, and the long beach is surrounded by grass. Duan Hong flies back lightly, and Jiang Tian wanders. The distant mountains change color, and the makeup eyebrows are lightly swept. Looking at thousands of miles, leisurely leaning on danger, overlooking.

How much? It hurts the arm of spring. Where to read? Shaoyang is too early. I want to visit Dili. There are famous gardens and trees here, and the beautiful warblers are in good condition. Cherish the past and be young. Follow the days, listen to music and buy laughter. Don't be dark and negative, how much time.

Pimp a butterfly

Looking at the rain, the clouds were broken, quietly looking at Qiu Guang. The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad. The water is light and the wind is light, and the apple flowers are getting old; The moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. Emotional distress. Where are the old friends? Smoke and water are boundless.

Unforgettable cocktail party, several lonely moons, and repeated star frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoxiang is. Reading Shuang Yan is difficult to rely on far letters; Refers to the old age, empty knowledge home. Looking at each other in the dark, the sunset stands in the broken sound.