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Ninety years of light like a dream. Inch by inch off the river, inch by inch ecstasy. The sunset field yellow butterflies rise, and the ancient acacia bushes shake deep green.

The melancholy jade flute urged him to say goodbye. It's not a sad thing. Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, life is only love and hard to die.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, who will be speechless?

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

Cao Zhi Mingyue went up to a tall building.

If you raise the dust on the road, if the concubine is turbid cement, the ups and downs are different, when will the meeting be harmonious?

The Book of Poetry, Wind and Drumming

Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, and I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it.

Yulou Chun Ouyang Xiu (I don't know which one you want).

Luoyang is in the Fangfei Festival, and the fragrance is fragrant. The gossamer deliberately lingers bitterly, and the weeping willow fights for farewell for no reason.

The apricot blossoms are red and the green mountains are lacking, and the pedestrians on the side of the mountain rest. Who is willing to follow each other from afar tonight, only the lonely and lonely moon.

Yulou Chun Ouyang Xiu.

Before the bottle, he planned to say the return date, and he wanted to talk about Chunrong first. Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

Leave the song and don't renovate it, a song can teach the intestines. You have to look at all the flowers in Los Angeles, and it is easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze.

Queqiao Immortal. Song] Qin Guan.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge, if the two feelings are long, how can they be there, morning and twilight.

Clear; Shi Qing's "Streams".

Affectionate and hateful since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

Qingping Tune: Part 2.

Li bai. A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan are in vain.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

Untitled] Li Shangyin.

Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.

The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red.

Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent.

Wenting-style butterfly love flowers.

Ninety years of light like a dream. Inch by inch off the river, inch by inch ecstasy. The sunset field yellow butterflies rise, and the ancient acacia bushes shake deep green.

The melancholy jade flute urged him to say goodbye. It's not a sad thing. Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, life is only love and hard to die.

Liu Yong, Feng Qiwu.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, who will be speechless?

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

Cao Zhi Mingyue went up to a tall building.

If you raise the dust on the road, if the concubine is turbid cement, the ups and downs are different, when will the meeting be harmonious?

The Book of Poetry, Wind and Drumming

Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, and I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it.

Yulou Chun Ouyang Xiu.

Before the bottle, he planned to say the return date, but he swallowed miserably before saying a word.

Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

Leave the song and don't renovate it, a song can teach the intestines.

You have to see all the Luoyang flowers, and it is easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze.

Qin Guan Queqiao Immortal

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be in the morning and twilight?

Shi Qing's "Streams".

Affectionate and hateful since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

It's hard to get rid of the flowers, and the poor flying flakes are too floating.

The incense nest is first married to the Mandarin Duck Society, and the new sentence is like a jade screen.

It's not for parting, and the tears are full of old clothes.

Qingping Tune: Part I

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

Qingping Tune: Part 2.

A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan are in vain.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

Qingping Tune: Part III

Famous flowers love each other, and the king often looks at it with a smile.

Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the agarwood pavilion leans on the railing in the north.

Li Shangyin, Untitled

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. —Tang, Li Shangyin, Untitled, two songs.

Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.

The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red. Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent. —Tang Li Shangyin Untitled

I only found these, and there were only two sentences from the Qing Dynasty, so I didn't write them. The rest you see right:

Ninety years of light like a dream. Inch by inch off the river, inch by inch ecstasy. The sunset field yellow butterflies rise, and the ancient acacia bushes shake deep green.

The melancholy jade flute urged him to say goodbye. It's not a sad thing. Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, life is only love and hard to die.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, who will be speechless?

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

Cao Zhi Mingyue went up to a tall building.

The moon shines on the tall buildings. The streamer is hovering. There is a sorrowful woman.

There is more than mourning. By asking who is the sigher. Yan is a wife.

Jun has been in action for more than 10 years. Lonely concubines often live alone. If you clear the dust.

Concubine Ruo turbid cement. The ups and downs are different. When the rendezvous is harmonious.

May it be a southwest wind. Passed away into the arms of the king. Jun Huailiang didn't open it.

What should be a concubine.

Book of Songs. National style. Sao Feng. Drumming

Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, and I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it.

Yulou Chun Ouyang Xiu.

Zun Qian planned to say the return date, but he swallowed miserably before saying a word. Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

Leave the song and don't renovate it, a song can teach the intestines. You have to look at all the flowers in Los Angeles, and it is easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze.

Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Guan.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels all the way to the dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Li Bai Qingping tune.

One of them: the clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

Second: a branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan break the intestines in vain.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

"Will Enter the Wine" Li Bai.

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me:

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging. The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging. The trip of the sun and the moon, if out of it. The stars are splendid, if out of it. Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song. Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea".

Original text: Qiantang Lake Spring Trip (Tang) Bai Juyi.

Gushan Temple is in the west of Jia Ting, and the water surface is low at the beginning of the clouds.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud.

The flowers gradually become charming, and the asakusa can not have (mò) horseshoe.

The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment (dī) in the green poplar yin.

Annotations to the work. 1.Gushan Temple: Emperor Chen Wen (559 566) built in the early years of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, named Chengfu, and renamed Guanghua in the Song Dynasty. Lonely Mountain: Between the inner and outer lakes of the West Lake, it is called Lonely Mountain because it is not connected with other mountains. There is a lonely mountain pavilion on it, which can overlook the panoramic view of the West Lake.

2 Jia Ting: Also known as Jia Gong Ting. One of the famous places of the West Lake, built by Jia Quan in the Tang Dynasty. In the Tang Zhenyuan Dynasty (785 804 AD), Jia Quan served as the assassin of Hangzhou and built a pavilion in Qiantang Lake. It is called "Jia Ting" or "Jia Gong Pavilion", and the pavilion was until the end of the Tang Dynasty.

3. The water surface is flat: the lake is only then the same as the embankment, that is, the spring water is rising. Chu: Used as an adverb in ancient Chinese, it is often used to indicate time, referring to just.

4.Low cloud feet: The white clouds overlap and overlap, and the waves on the lake surface are connected, and it seems that the floating clouds are very low, so it is said that "the cloud feet are low". Point out the starting point and route of the spring outing, and focus on depicting the lake scenery. It is more common when the rain is about to rain or when the rain first stops.

Cloud feet: clouds close to the ground, mostly seen when the rain is about to rain or when the rain first stops. The original meaning of "foot" refers to the walking organs of humans and animals. This refers to low-hanging clouds.

5 Early Warbler: An early oriole in early spring. Warbler: Oriole, the song is melodious.

6 Fight for warmth: Fight to fly to the branches of the sun. Warm Tree: A sunny tree.

7 New Swallow: A swallow that has just flown back from the south.

8 peck: Picking. Swallows build nests in mud. Looking up at the spring trip, the warbler sings and dances, and the mobile person is born. Focus on birds.

9 Flowers: Flowers. Gradually: Adverb, gradually. Desire: adverb, will, want. Charming Eyes: Dazzling.

10 Asakusa: Light green grass. Talent: Just enough. No: covered, covered. As far as you can see in the spring, the flowers and grass are tender and the spring is full of joy. Focus on flowers and plants.

11 Hudong: Take Gushan as a reference.

12 Lines Insufficient: Never get tired of traveling. Sufficient, satisfied.

13 Yin: Same as "shade" and refers to the shade of trees.

14 Baisha Causeway: The current White Causeway, also known as the sand causeway and the broken bridge embankment, is on the east side of the West Lake, which existed before the Tang Dynasty. The white embankment built by Bai Juyi when he was the assassin of Hangzhou is outside the Qiantang Gate, which is another.

The poet goes from north to west to south to east, circumnavigating the lake, and the poem ends with the green poplar and white embankment in the east of the lake, expressing his deep affection with "favorite". The total length of the white causeway is 1,000 meters.

The translation is from the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jiating, the spring water on the lake is just level with the embankment, and the white clouds hang low, connecting with the waves on the lake.

A few early yellow warblers compete to fly to the sunny trees to roost, and the new swallows are nesting in the mud.

The multitude and colorful spring flowers gradually charm the human eye, and the light spring grass is just enough to cover the horse's hooves.

I love the beautiful scenery on the east side of the West Lake, but I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the shade of green willows.

I can tell you the voice.