Introduction to Xie Yi's Poems

In spring, iris and cardamom are faint. The new veil is soft in the east wind. Red sun triode curtain roll. Draw a Shuang Yan in the shadow of the building. Step on your temple and shake the sapphire mill. Without sample flower branches, sawflies tremble. Staring at the distance alone. Yichuan tobacco is as flat as scissors. Catkins are light in the wind, and pears are good in the rain. Curtains hang in the yard in the shade of spring. The bridge spans the shadow of Bixi, and the solitary smoke rises from the Qinglian Market. The mirror is about love, and Jean is heartbroken. The cold desert invaded the quilt. My face turns red when I wake up, and I frown when I dream back to the mountain. Bodhisattva is late in the wind and noisy in spring. Pu Tao is green, swaying gently. Grass smoke on both sides is low. Castle Peak Crow Rule. Come back and worry about it. There are shallow traces between Qin and his brow. Flower shadow turns around. Red wine adds moisture. Qiu Qiusui sang flowers floating in the summer night. It smells good. After the plum rain, the wind is surging. Love is far away in Hunan, and dreams are around Wu Fengcui. The piano and books are tired, and the partridge excites the south window to sleep. No one sent the secret. Who should wash away hatred? By the bamboo bank, in the sparse curtain. The dust of song blows the fan, and the wind of dance blows. After people dispersed, the sky was as light as water. Is the rippled surface of Bodhisattva-level people floating? Sushi bird. The water of Pu bud is uneven. Plum blossoms in the yard. The willows are beginning to turn yellow. Light clothes and wrinkled tea. Flowers are scarce in spring. Sleep on the Hosta. Wen Xiaoying across the curtain. Chushan, a mulberry picker, cut jade in the clouds, and the shadow fell in Sha Ting. Autumn water is clear, but a touch of river. Money is everywhere, the west wind is urgent and the smoke is light. The sound of an anvil outside the curtain. Can't wake up the dream of a brothel. Picking mulberry seeds in frost forest is the first, and flowers are the only ones. The wind purified the air. Light smoke and light cover. Buttress, brook bend, moonlight Tsinghua. Thin shadows are horizontal and oblique. It's like Limb Chu Shi's house. Take mulberry cold, ape cold, wild goose cold, Hu Aishan is far away, and the wind blows green curtains. Flying snow is cheap and fiber. Don't say that salt is scattered in the air. At that time, the milk magpie will make a loud noise and the curtains will be scattered. Colored clothes patrol eaves. Lock * * * plum blossom added with a smile. Xijiangyue is lonely and full of Leng Xiang, helping Qingying invade the door. Snow cleared Ye Ping, and the smoke disappeared in the evening. Sleep late and evenly distribute sandalwood powder. Yushu is facing the wind, and the ice soul is under the moon. The southern branch is warm in spring and warm at night. I feel that my face is thin. Flowers on the Xijiang River are piled with emerald green on their foreheads, and stars are everywhere in the distant mountains. Crimson palace locks Yunfu dusk. When the moon breaks at dusk. Who said Xia Jian, solitary Cai Lou. Taoyuan can't help crossing the past. It's what happened to Liu Lang. Xi Jiangyue (Rola Chen on the bench) has narrow sleeves and shallow cages, eyebrows trimmed and eyes swept. When you walk, clouds wrap around your clothes. Step by step, the lotus nut went down to Gong Jin. Chrysanthemum autumn smoke * * * night, wine contains profound meaning. There is a guest moving the piano in front of you. Being drunk will drive you crazy. Xijiang Baoyue Moon Column is full of clouds and geese, and Zhu Xian is separated by leaves. Wind gives birth to jade, which means late cold and bright. Red tape is light, and the sleeves are cold. There is still a lingering feeling after drinking, and the song ends with its own affection. Returning to the river, several peaks are green. Plum water always tilts at night. Xijiangyue (birthday for others) drops of gold cold and the wind is clear. Chang Geng dreams, and the window is bright and clean. Tanyue Wei Yun. The five peaks of pine and bamboo are autumn and the three cities are full of joy. Huatang gave a banquet to have a graceful demeanour. A celebration between heaven and earth. "Xi Jiang Yue" (farewell to Zhu) sword wrapped in green brocade, purple silk flying around. Entering the customs is full of joy. Young people swallow their dreams. The golden que cries on the day, and the dust in Donghua is soft and fragrant. Strive to see Xun's three dragons. Peach blossoms bloom in spring. Xiaoyan of Xijiangyue (Mufurong) is the easiest to show off, and the red color is afraid of the sunset in the evening. Transplant roots and plant them near chrysanthemums. Shu brocade has become a new look. Sitting on the guest couplet waving jade dust, the lyrics are carefully crafted. From now on, tell the story of Xitang. Bring a pot every year. Who climbs Xijiang Yuemu and ends up with a new calyx, and the snow disappears into the vestibule. Don't be too proud to drive. Like a drunken poet. First frost is the most beautiful and the wind is more graceful. The shadow shook the stream, and a bay was clear. Make-up, Dawn and Phoenix Mirror. The dense snow in Xijiang River is unknown, and the skin is fair. The cold at night makes me feel Qing Xiang. Zhenfangtang will hold court next month. Crush the oblique thin shadow. Drunk the green ant in the cup again, don't say anything in the flute. Dong Jun urged Ziqing. The taste needs adjusting. Nan Gezi's rain washes the stream clear, and the wind lifts the willows obliquely. Draw a building, Zhu Huyu's house. Outside the curtain, a crescent moon, pear blossoms. Golden duck sleeves, copper lotus candle yarn. Pan Fenggong Jin small screen cover. The night is quiet and cold, and the bamboo shoots play the lute. Green trees, bamboos and shadows in Yu Meiren. The reed yarn in the kitchen corner is cold. Sparse clouds, pale moon and flat pond. A lotus flower is fragrant in the wind through the curtain. There was no news at the end of the day. Wu Shan is rich in wall water resources. Erythrina flowers are flying with butterflies. Only in the middle of the night, when dreaming, can you get to Lang's side. The little mermaid's horn blew away the snow on the plum tip. Thin shadow dusk moon. Luoying is a bit dry. The wind sends incense all over the courtyard, making it light and cold. Flower porcelain is a reminder of wine. Hand-mixed tea Music is not completely empty. Drink fragrant green quilt. Before the wind, the king of Yushu, Yu Meiren, was full of vigor. The blue sky is close at hand. Magpie Bridge is low in the sparse clouds. There is a crescent moon outside the eaves, and the eyebrows are trimmed. The milky way is at dawn, and the copper pot is choking. Another year. This kind of situation is unknown to jade people. Causing hatred and tears in my hometown. The rain outside the Golden Gate curtain washed away the residual heat of summer in Chu township. Millennium is a ray of sunshine in Bian Xia. Bijiang dusk. The hookah is fragrant and foggy, and the tea bowl is shallow. Lie down and listen to the partridge singing at the bamboo pier. Bamboo wind clears the courtyard. Like a dream, the flowers are falling and the birds are singing in the spring. Not familiar with Populus davidiana. The golden duck is fragrant and cold, and people are deeply married. Silence. Silent, the leaves are raining. Come out of the water outside the door like a dream. The cuckoo was broken in warm days. Fan Ma small screen, pillow painting hall spring sleep. Drunk, drunk. This is just sleepy weather. The jade box is full of flowers and snow. Send autumn water to heaven. A boat crossed the pond. Some geese, two rows of seagulls and herons. It's dawn and dusk. The window is drunk, the dream is surprised, the flute is drum is surprised. Look back to see where the brothel is. The wind in Lu 'an gently dispersed the summer heat. Chrysanthemums with green buds, mangroves in Ye Fei. It is raining on the river. Good things are close to rain, and rain crosses the river. The wind in Bai Ou is very chaotic, and the blue light is deep in You Lan. Maple leaves are only for sadness. They sing and write in silence. Yin leaned against the diaphragm and listened to the flute. Linjiangxian (Chongjiu) fell into the autumn cold, and the wind was clear when blowing his hat. The sound of clothes being smashed outside Feng Dan Building. Climbing high and looking far, the mountains and shadows are wild. Dew lightly dyed Gonghuangtingju, and smoke in Cornus officinalis lightly brushed red. Who got drunk before you? The smell of wine is on my face, and the sunset is dawning. Linjiang Xianzi is well proportioned, and it is about the Ma Si Court at dusk. You are not happy enough. Joan Mi Fang took a sip and held a silver candle in her hands. If you sit for a long time, you will have teeth and cheeks. There is no need to fight five fights. Indulge in the beautiful singing. Thinking of this meeting next year, I want to go to Japan. The negative word Magnolia (Chinese Valentine's Day) lotus leaves a good wind, and the Qiaoqi building is as cold as water. The sky is low. The crescent moon is bent and the eyebrows are faint. The bridge is full of black magpies, and the annual promise has not been fulfilled. The remaining leaked clock book. Heartbroken, a ray of red in the morning glow. The word magnolia is sparse and dense, and jade flies out of the forest. The jealous dance deceived May. Melodious and returning with the wind. Looking from a distance, I carved jade, but I didn't see the clouds floating blue. The night is clear. The court is full moon and noon. The fisherman's complacency has bottomed out. Polygonum cuspidatum rises from the west wind, in the smoke of a boat. Orchids and wickers wear double carp to bring rain. Sigh everywhere. The flute blows through Yunshan, and the silver carp is red and thin, and the new wine is beautiful. Drunk and sleeping alone with Sha Yi. Feng Xiao in Qingping Music has a spare corner, and plum blossoms fall on the moon. Su Yu woke up, and a bad taste came to her face. The green quilt is light, cold and desert. Dream back a little acacia, distant mountains frown. I don't feel thin, but I know how to reduce my waist. Qingpingle lace willow branches have gradually known the meaning of spring. I wonder when. Old grievances and despair. An old friend scattered in the west and east, and poetry waited for money to return to the flood. Only passionate grass meets everywhere every year. On the moonlit night in Moshanxi, the frost is clear and the curtains in the deep courtyard are quiet. Cigarettes rippled on the pool, jasper perfume and a mirror. Xiujun blows the sill, is green, beautiful, mountains and fog meet, water and clouds meet, and the wild river is wide and the sky is wide. Red makes jade drunk, and wine wakes up before the wind. Curtain keeps out the cold, screen is empty, and the golden furnace is cold. Stars across the sky, plum blossoms at dusk, clear dreams, shallow eyebrows and eyes, silhouette outside the window. It clears up a little pear tip rain in Yulou Spring. Draw a bridge outside the door to eat cold food. Rhododendrons fly over the grass, and butterflies expose the residual flowers. Dong Jun sympathized with Su Fan. Pay for all the youth. Dress up like a peach and dance like a jealous girl. Yulouchun (the day of Wang Shousheng) is dizzy in the horizontal pond. The green leaves are dark and the courtyard is quiet. Cherry is ripe, autumn wheat is cool, peony is blooming, and summer is blooming. The world of mortals is under Penglai Pavilion. The green feather fan shakes the phoenix and shadows low. There are springs in Yushu before the hospital, and it is foggy and cold. Who is in Yulouchun's arms? Very cold wind shear. Considering the fragrance of plum blossoms at night, it looks like a willow tip in spring. Jiaokou daozi has a soft voice After drunkenness, the micro vortex looks back and smiles. There is no white-headed song of Zhuo, only Lu Lang is young and hateful. Yulouchun (the day of Wang Shousheng) is full of greenery. Solve a new jade problem. The breeze smells of Ran Ran neem flowers, and there are ripe plums in the light rain. Huatang candle is full of golden millet. People are in caves. Zhao Hua played the flute, and her voice was cold, and her voice came into life. Wu Lingchun (Tea) painted a candle cage with a red shadow and purple hiss outside. Break the clouds and lose the moon. The snow waves wrinkled and cleared. Holding a bowl of slender bamboo shoots is fine, and the milk mist is full of ice porcelain. Keep my hands clean. Go home and wake up drunk. Wuling Chun patted the waterfront of Pu Tao, and the willows were brought back to Fengcheng. The wind around the sleeves is cool. Melia azedarach tastes very fragrant. Light smoke and light rain should be good, where is not Xiaoxiang. I want to be an old phoenix emperor. Mo Yuanyang. Langtaosha (Shangyuan) is lonely and windy. Concentrated spring water Deng Baoshan listed for half a day. Beautiful clothes and beautiful makeup hand in hand, laughing in a hurry. The wine drops are red. Drink for 1000 minutes. Copper lotus engine candle crimson sarong Back in the noisy courtyard, the moon shone on the curtains. Partridges and paulownia leaves brush the eaves in the shade. Roll up the curtains in the windy shade. Red gauze sleeves dance waist willow, jasper eyebrows mei Lian. Worry is everywhere, and water is inexhaustible. Who can pass on the fine print of incense? The rain turns yellow in Chuan Mei, and the grass is greener than Wujiang. Partridge Golden Festival divides the courtyard equally. The evening curtain rolled into the west wing. The ice wheel grinds shiny blue, which is polished in the husband. Look down on the tenants and invade the bed skillfully. Dancing in a robe, the fairy died crazy. In Fei Ying Magpie, there is chaos and cinnamon laughs in front of the wind. Partridges are flushed and their cheeks are not evenly powdered. Dress up and relax. Who knows that the Yao family on the bank of Qingxi also has a clear spring. Shallow eyebrows, for whom. Don't worry. If there are guests in your seat, you should break your stomach and forget to frame the servant. Partridges are widely distributed in water, and their position in geese is low. The nights in Koharu are cold and sunny. Plum blossoms are white in succession, and the wind is light in Zhuwu, Ran Ran. People are like jade, and wine is like wine. Entering the customs is full of joy. If there is a guest in the seat, who will sing the fourth sound of Yangguan? The curtain of Huanxisha Pavilion hangs like a swallow's milk. Yuanlian, be careful. Qingxi. When the wind blows, the night is cool. Beside the jade piano, Lan Siyuan, in the frost fan, Cui Mei is low. Soft blue shirts make bees. Yan's six songs are dry and green. Sweet, cold and golden. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and flowers are blooming outside. When I wake up from sleep in spring. Nanpu grass is green, Cisse clouds are horizontal, and words are endless. Dongfeng only sends Liu Mianfei. Anyway, send acacia. Nanxiangzi dyed light spring clothes. Goose flies on clothes. Sleeve roll lotus root silk cold jade thin, playing chess. Win. cheers. Ice and snow brush rouge. Crimson wax melts in the sunset. Singing songs that people want to go to, Yiyi. Cui Dai's low drunken transverse wave. Drunk and cold, frost anvil whistling. It's raining, and the phoenix tree is wet. Silence and loneliness. At dusk, the curtains were rolled up and a west wind blew in. A collection of guests from the New Year's Art Gallery. Jade sandalwood is a feast. The silver bottle is broken. Don't laugh before you speak, Hirayama keeps crying. The fairy butterfly flies in the magpie bridge, the warbler sings the cloud tree, and the courtyard full of green. The breeze blows the apricot tip red, making it wrinkle and making the pool wave like a pot. Pearl curtain dusk, screen scattered, upstairs drunk frost. If you don't miss Tao in a spring, everything will wither. Jiang Shenzi, a river, autumn water, Biwan Bay. Around the green hills. The jade chain curtain is low, and people are in the drawing room. Looking for the old tune with the pipa, I'm exhausted. Hong Fei counted the clouds. Look through the aperture. Chu Tianhan. Quasi-thousand easterly winds blow dreams of Chang 'an. Like a pear flower with rain in spring, full of sadness and tears. Jiang Shenzi's wine flag wind in Xinghua Village Pavilion. Water soluble. Yang remains red. Crossing the boat in the wild, willow green is shaded. Looking at the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, people are far away and the grass is empty. Smoke cage outside the sunset building. The powder melts. Pale eyebrows I remember when I met you on the screen. Only the Guanshan Mountain tonight is the same as the moon thousands of miles away. Lips touch crimson, climbing on the ninth day, leaning against the building in autumn. Confucianism is like practice. Blue shadows contain clouds. Drunk to see dogwood will be healthy next year. Qing Zun Xia Chrysanthemum is yellow and very shallow. Look askance at Tao Qian's eyes. The autumnal equinox is a touch of crimson lips and gold, and the autumnal equinox is half windy and cold. The cold toad is covered in light. Cinnamon fragrance is in the distance. Su Lian took off her coat, and Xi 'an Zhan Ming managed to fly. Clothes are messy. Yinqiao people are scattered. Blow air from the pipe. Seven Niang cut ice flowers and flew around. Plum blossom shadow, plain shadow gently shaking. Embroidery is cold and light, while blue smoke is warm. Yan Songli advised Jinlian Juan. You Liang already feels tired of each other. Recalling last year, I crossed the south bank of Huainan by boat. Don't be fascinated, cold ape and cold goose. The bugle only sends evening grievances. Operator misty rain, light color. Who took Bing's scissors and cut Wujiang in half? Hidden in a few black towels, kudzu vine contains soft wind. Seeing that Chai Sang avoids vulgarity, his heart is far away. Drunk peach blossoms and broken buds. The spring is chilly and the face is pale. An eyebrow, a new moon and three stars. The copper candle burned out. Low phoenix fan, neon. Shanshan sounded her voice. Who knows Xu Feiqiong in the living room? Ming lang lang xian gu drunk taoyuan wind floating 10 thousand points falling flowers fly Residual red branches are sparse. Light smoke fan on the leaves of Pingwu. Like birds singing in spring. The wind is fine, but the days pass slowly. Light gauze snow coat. Affectionate, sick and lazy. Jade people should hate Iraq. Drunk peach garden (snow) sweeps the eaves in the morning. Cold butterfly. Wandering in the wind, tiles are silent. Willow is very light. Books are cold and bamboo windows are bright. Chai Men is alone. Who is a statue of turbid wine poured for? Plum blossoms are clearer. Looking at Jiangnan, Linchuan is good, and Lu' an turns to Pingsha. Outside chengjiang, the prime minister's mansion, there are immortals in front of the altar. Flowers bloom in spring. In the amusement place, the dance sleeves are wrapped with fine gauze. Pick green plums, taste boiled wine, stir-fry white snow and taste new tea. On the eaves of the bright moon. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River and Linchuan is good, and the mountains are beautiful. Fish jumped into the ice pool and flew a jade ruler, and marble swayed. Tall trees and bamboos are rustling. Cold food is near, and the lake is green. The top of the apricot tree is Zhang Jinxi, and the shadow of the weeping poplar is blue and radial. Tourists know the golden mink. Liu Zaoqing patted his shoulder (when leaving). Before you respect me, please listen patiently and you will rest with a sigh. I had a good time last night. I won't drink today. I'll be a guest tomorrow. If you come back late and you want to come, then go and how to get there. Infinite separation, endless rivers and mountains.