Classical Chinese from joy to sadness to joy.

1. Describe a poem from sadness to joy, and help me write an untitled Li Shangyin. There are many curtains in your carefree house, and ecstasy lasts all night.

The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here. Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves? Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

Untitled Li Shangyin I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. Spring silkworms die, and candles burn every night. When I see clouds change in the morning mirror, I dare to sing Pengshan at night. Oh, Jade Bird, listen! -Give me what she said! Untitled Li Shangyin, the star last night and the wind last night, Guitangdong on the west side of the painting building, have no wings for Cai Feng to fly, and are connected with the heart. Separated from the seat, the spring wine is warm and the wax lamp is red. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

Li Shangyin, who traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn, hated being born in the spring when lotus leaves were born, and in the autumn when lotus leaves were withered. Knowing that he had been in love for a long time, he was disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou. Mr. Li Shangyin's "A Note to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night" asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. Why did * * * cut the candle at the west window, but when he said it was raining late? Without Yuan Zhen, water makes the sea sad and amber forever. I am lazy to look back on flowers, and half of the reason is that I am a monk. The topic is, Cuihu Village in the south of the city, where peach blossoms set each other off last year today.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Farewell to Du Mu is sentimental but always seems heartless, but he can't laugh at what he looked like before he was born. Candles say goodbye kindly and cry for others until dawn. In my dream, I sent Zhang Bi Xie Guren, and the small corridor turned askew.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people. The waterline of Li Yi, who writes about love, is full of precious thoughts.

From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. Prince Cui Jiao, the son of a handmaiden, followed in his footsteps, and Green Pearl shed tears.

Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea. I am a member, he is ashamed to cover his sleeves in the sun, and he is too lazy to put on makeup in spring.

It's easier to find priceless treasure than to have a lover. Tears are hidden on the pillow, and flowers are heartbroken.

You can spy out why Song Yu hates Wang Chang. Jiangling rushed to send thousands of maple leaves to the river bridge. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

Sauvignon Blanc flows easily, Surabaya flows, and flows to Guazhou Ancient Ferry. Wu Shan is a little worried. Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.

I dreamed of washing and dressing in Jiangnan, leaning against Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Sauvignon blanc forest is covered with green mountains and green moons.

The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting? Your tears are full and mine are full.

The ribbon knot is not finished. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed.

I met Yu and went to the west wing without saying a word. The moon was like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

In the dark night, Li Yulin thanked Chunhong, and she was also anxious, but there was a cold rain and a night breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. At first, a strong wind blew to Jinmen, Feng Yansi, bringing a pool of spring water.

Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand. Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely.

He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling. Yulouchun Ouyang Xiu planned to say the date of return in front of the bottle, but did not say that Chunrong was miserable first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. When you see all the flowers in Los Angeles, it's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng. By the Xijiang River, Sima Guang's bun is loose and tied, and the lead flower is light makeup. Red mist cover light, fly flocculant. Be there or be square, appear heartless. At the end of the song, the wine wakes up slightly. The moon in the deep courtyard is quiet. The fairy in the magpie bridge, Qin Guan is delicate and clever, the flying stars spread grievances, and the silver Han is far away.

When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. 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 kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night. Yu Meiren Qin Guan planted peach blossoms in the sky, not the number of flowers, but the beauty of water in the depths of chaotic mountains. Who is the jade blooming for? What is the limit of the slight cold in Mao Mao? Don't care about spring, what's the harm of getting drunk? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up! Liu Yong felt cold and sad.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

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.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

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. Wu Fengqi Liuyong leans against a dangerous building, and the wind is very good.

Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke.

Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk.

When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt.

It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. Recalling Emperor Yong's tearful eyes, he was speechless.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. 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.

Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? Liuyong