Poignant ancient poems about misty rain

Langtaosha

Li Yu

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at dawn.

In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.

Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone, your country is limitless.

It is easy to say goodbye but hard to see others.

Flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth.

Slow voice

Li Qingzhao

Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.

How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?

The phoenix trees also drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important!

. "Nanxiangzi" Tang Dynasty. Feng Yansi

The drizzle weeps in the autumn wind, and the buttercups are all over the ground red.

The idle frown and dark eyebrows are silent, and the mood is lonely and lovesick.

The jade pillow embraces the lonely quilt, and the hatred is still as deep as the years.

Who is drunk, haggard, and melancholy in the room with curly curtains?

. "Niannujiao" Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao

The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.

The pet willows and delicate flowers are close to cold food and all kinds of annoying weather.

Poems with dangerous rhymes are completed, and holding one's head up to sober up is not a feeling of leisure.

Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries.

It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.

Being refreshed by the cold incense, you can’t afford to worry about others.

The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing!

The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?

Autumn Warbler

Li Yu

The remnant warbler doesn’t know what is going on in autumn, and is still wandering alone across the secluded forest.

The old tongue listens in all kinds of ways, and a dark yellow point enters the smoke stream.

Qi Chi is sad for the world, his eyes are as bright as a sheng in pieces.

Don’t linger and go back, the dew flowers are desolate and cold, and the polygonum flowers are sad.

Elegy

Li Yu

The pearls are broken before the eyes, and the flowers wither in the world. The hatred in my heart was not gone, but I missed it again.

The jade basket is still filled with residual medicine, and the incense box has been stained with dust. I will feel sad in the past, and I will feel sad in the future. There are no tears to wet the towel.

The beauty is the same as the fragrant tree, and the dangerous path is the same. It is sad to see spring come true, but the bitter rain hurts the bushes.

Where is Mingli now? Her wandering affairs are gone. There is nothing to ask about, and I will thank the east wind for thousands of years.

Feelings

Li Yu

I saw the tung blossoms growing old branches again, and the first floor was miserable in the mist and rain.

Who can feel melancholy? My eyes are filled with tears.

The charming beauty is no longer seen in the city, and the sorrow of the festival cannot be restrained.

There is still the old misty moon, and the moth eyebrows are weeping in Furong City.

Poppy

Li Yu

When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past?

The east wind blew again in the small building last night,

The motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.

The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed.

How much sorrow can you have?

It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring.

I have been silent for half a day,

The sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still the same as before.

The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt.

The candles are bright and fragrant, and the building is darkly painted.

My temples are full of clear frost and lingering snow.

Crying at night

Li Yu

The forest flowers withered the spring red,

It was too hasty,

helpless Cold rain comes in the morning and wind comes in the evening.

Rouge tears,

leaving people drunk,

however,

it is natural that life grows and hates water.

It was windy and rainy last night, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds.

The candle is broken and leaks, and I often lean on the pillow. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes to an end.

Zuixiang Road is stable and suitable for frequent visits, but other than that, it is difficult to travel.

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