Seeking examples or poems of talented tyrants

The temperament is like an orchid, and the princess has a rhyme in the rhyme, and the fragrance is fragrant.

A peerless female genius.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet untitled, 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.

Untitled Four Songs (Part 1).

It is empty words to disappear, and the moon is inclined upstairs for five watches.

Dreams are far away, and books are urged to become ink.

Wax shines on half a cage of gold jadeite, musk smoke slightly embroidered hibiscus.

Liu Lang already hated Pengshan far away, and he was even more separated by Pengshan by 10,000 weights.

Untitled 2 (Part 2).

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

Untitled two songs. Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness.

Untitled two poems (Part 1).

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.

Jin Se Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Leyou Yuan Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plain.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

The night rain sends north. Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.

Untitled Four Songs (Part 1).

It is empty words to disappear, and the moon is inclined upstairs for five watches.

Liu Lang already hated Pengshan far away, and he was even more separated by Pengshan by 10,000 weights.

Jia Sheng was pitiful and sat in the middle of the night, not asking the common people to ask the ghosts and gods.

Chang'e and Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and blue sky and night heart.

In order to marry a golden beetle son-in-law for no reason, he lived up to the early dynasty of Xiangshu.

The evening is sunny and the sky is merciful to the grass, and the world is heavy and sunny.

The above are the most classic poems or verses that I have picked out Li Shangyin.

I don't know if the landlord is satisfied.

Verse: Relying on the village, none of the ten rooms remains, and the survivors are all crying, and there are no clothes to welcome guests.

Pity the front seat in the middle of the night, and don't ask the common people to ask the ghosts and gods.

Liu Lang already hated Pengshan far away, and he was even more separated by Pengshan by 10,000 weights.

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

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

Providence is merciful to the grass, and the world is sunny at night.

Poem: 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.

Jin Se Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Note: "Jin Se" is a classic of Li Shangyin, and Li Shangyin has many untitled poems, all of which can be classics.

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

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

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

So many phenomena, hehe.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. (Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sent North") Pengshan has no way to go, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. (Li Shangyin, "Untitled").

Come out and mix nonsense.

Sooner or later, you will have to pay it back, and you won't show your head and cause less trouble.

If you keep a low profile, no one will mess with you, and the arrogant will be finished after all.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. Fighting with people, I disdain I love nature, followed by art.

I roast my hands on the fire of life, the fire is going out, and I am leaving.

Rand.

Cao Xixin is so calm, she can see who it is.

Becoming a celebrity in a low-key manner Celebrities are low-key.

Our brigade is fighting for the flat ground, and I like to be in the lights.

The love is not broken, the concubine's heart hangs, do you know that my heart is alone.

Guo Xieying makes a living, and the fruit cloth is always spoken.

I don't sleep until dawn, and joy is enough to be happy.

Laughter is better than sorrow, singing is better than crying, you fall into the sand and fly to the forest.

The fruit has to be deeply hearted and united, and the fruit is good.

There are poems and books in the belly, thinking about Gongjin back then, the lupine scarf is heroic, and the canopy is in ashes between talking and laughing.

The talented Yang Daxia turned into a hot-blooded young man and turned on the handsome mode: hot-blooded and talented, shooting the condor to drive the clouds Yang Daxia heroyang: Hot-blooded and talented, shooting the condor to drive the clouds Lyrics 1 Hot-blooded and talented, shooting the condor to drive the clouds.

The spring breeze is ten miles away, and the pride is shocking to the world.

2 The prancing horse looked back at the mountain, and the purple smoke turned into misty.

A neon dance is a fairy in the sky.

3 A little red Jiangnan, spring to the world.

After picking a hundred flowers, diligently bask in honey and sweetness.

4. At the end of the world, the wine line, the song and the fragrance and dust.

Love Qingshan Road, talk about Zen to the old monk.

5 The sea takes the bright moon, and the spring is deep.

After a few sunsets, the blue sky is exceptionally bright.

To describe the holy monarch, it is said that Debi Yao Shun; The metaphor is faint, and it is said that the violence is like a ruin.