An appreciation of Song words Any Song word, a longer one

1, Qingyu case, Yuan Xi.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow **wisps, the laughter is full of dark fragrance.

The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

2, Queqiao Immortal Xianyun is clever.

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 there, morning and twilight?

3. When will there be a bright moon in the water tune song head?

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

If my answer is useful, thank you!

Qingmen leads Zhang Xian to be warm and cold at first, and the wind and rain will come late. Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming, and the wine in the residual flowers is sick last year.

The wind wakes up from the corner painting at the head of the building, and the door is quiet at night. That can be more by the bright moon, the wall sent a swing shadow.

Huanxi Sha Yanshu A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old Chitai, when will the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone.

Qingle Ping Yanshu The golden wind is thin, and the leaves and leaves are falling. The first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, and a pillow of the window is a heavy sleep.

The crape myrtle hibiscus flowers are remnant, but the slanting sun shines dry. When Shuangyan wants to return, the silver screen was slightly cold last night.

Magnolia Yan Shu Yan Hong returned after the warbler, and the calculation was thousands of things. When it is long in spring dreams, it is scattered like autumn clouds and has nowhere to be found.

Wen Qin admired the immortals, and he couldn't keep Luo Yi. Persuade the gentleman not to be a sober person, and there should be a number of drunken flowers.

Appealing to Ouyang Xiu in the early morning, the curtain rolled up with light cream, and tried plum makeup. All have their own hatred, so the painting is far away.

Thinking about the past, cherishing the flow, it is easy to become hurt. The mimetic song is the first, and the desire to laugh is the most heartbreaking.

The young man travels to Liuyong, the ancient road horse in Chang'an is delayed, and the high willow is hissing. Outside the sunset island, on the autumn wind plain, the eyes are broken for four days.

Guiyun is gone without a trace, where is the early stage? Xingxing is unfamiliar, and the drunkard is sluggish, not like last year.

Fortune operator. Huangzhou Dinghui Courtyard residence.

Su Shi lacks the moon to hang the dredging tree, and the leakage of the first quiet of the person. Who sees a ghost living alone, ethereal and lonely.

Startled but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold.

Huanxi Shaqin View Indifferent and cold on the small building, Xiaoyin scoundrel is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.

The free flying flowers are light like a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the treasure curtain hangs a small silver hook.

Qingping Le Wang Anguo couldn't stay in the spring, and he tried his best to speak. The ground is full of red palace brocade filth, and the South Park was stormy last night.

Xiaoling first went to the pipa, and Xiaolai thought about the end of the world. Unwilling to paint the hall Zhu Hu, the spring breeze is free in Yanghua.

Butterfly love flower willow forever leaning on the wind of the dangerous building, looking at 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, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Like a dream [Song] Li Qingzhao.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

tried the curtain people, but said "Begonia is still the same".

Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

The voice is slow [Song] Li Qingzhao.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

The second, what a word, worrying about the word!

Picking mulberries [Song] Ouyang Xiu.

The light boat is short and the West Lake is good.

Green water. Yerba Grass Causeway.

Faint sheng songs are everywhere.

There is no wind, the water surface is glazed and slippery.

I don't feel the ship move. Micro-motion ripples.

Startled sand birds flew across the shore.

Xiao Chongshan [Song] Yue Fei.

Last night, the cold scorpion couldn't stop singing.

Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches.

Get up and walk around the stairs alone.

People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

The white head is famous, the old mountain pine and bamboo are old, and the return journey is blocked.

I want to put my heart into Yaoqin.

There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings.

Su Shi Bingchen drank in the Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk and made this article, and conceived a child. When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, arrive at Qihu, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, and what is biased towards other times. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ⑥

Fortune operator. Yongmei.

Song] Lu You. Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Qi's. Liu yong.

In late autumn, a light rain sprinkled Tingxuan. The threshold chrysanthemum is sparse, and the macro leakage is only the well and the smoke is scattered. Sad, looking at the river pass.

Flying clouds dim in the sunset. At that time, Song Yu was sad and went to the water and mountaineering. Traveling from afar, pedestrians are miserable, tired of listening to the murmuring of Longshui.

The cicadas are singing the fallen leaves, the grass is declining, and the corresponding noise is noisy.

Lonely halls live like years. The wind and dew gradually change, quietly to the end. The sky is long, the river is shallow, and the moon is beautiful. Thoughts. The night is forever against the scene, that is a finger, secretly thinking about the past. Unnamed, Qimo Red Mansion, often delayed over the years.

The scenery of Dili is good, and the sun is young in the year, and the twilight banquet is happy. In addition, there are crazy friends and strange couples, who meet when they are singing and competing for wine. Don't come to the fast scenery like a shuttle, the old tour is like a dream, what is the limit of smoke and water.

Thinking of fame, haggard and lingering. Chasing the past, empty and sad. The leaky arrow moved, and I felt a slight chill.

Gradually, whimpering, painting corners for several sounds. On the side of the idle window, stop the lights and go to the dawn, and there is no search for Tongmian in the shadow.