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In the Song Dynasty, as a new non-mainstream literature, lyricists did not have to have the same straight face when writing poems, which made Song Ci better express the true temperament of writers. In addition, the words of the Song Dynasty were meant to be sung rather than just chanted, which required the words to have a more beautiful melody.

It has a high degree of quality and rhythmic beauty; There are many word cards, and the form is flexible and changeable; It is also harmonious, strong and wounded, and has all kinds of styles.

Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell" and "Butterfly Love Flower", Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" and "A Cut Plum", Qin Guan's "Queqiao Immortal", Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head".

1.Water tune song head.

Author] Su Shi [Dynasty] Song.

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, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world.

Zhuge 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.

2.Meet.

Author] Li Yu [Dynasty] Five Dynasties.

Silently go up to the west building, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, don't be the general taste in the heart.

3.Fortune Operator Yongmei.

Author] Lu You [Dynasty] Song.

Outside the post on the edge of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It's dusk and I'm alone, and it's windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and is jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

4.Slow voice.

Author] Li Qingzhao [Dynasty] Song.

Searching and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, the wind is in a hurry at night! The geese have passed, and they are sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! Sycamore more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

5.Xijiang Moon Night Walk in Huangsha Road.

Author] Xin Qiji [Dynasty] Song.

The bright moon does not frighten the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that it is a good year. Listen to the sound of frogs.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, the thatched shop was on the edge of the forest. The road turns to the creek bridge suddenly.

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Nguyen Lang Gui. The water under the West Lake Mountain is murmuring, and the mountain is full of wind and rain.

The branches are red and the sun is spotted, and the more plum is urging Xiaodan.

Even green leaves, gold plates, jade pond milk springs.

I tried sweet acid three times in this life, and it is still difficult to return.

Set the storm order. The rain on the plum powder tip has not dried, and the light smoke is sparse with the spring cold.

At the crow crow, people are by the small building.

The grass only grows with spring hatred, and the clouds are still in the sky.

The broken glow is gone, and the crescent moon is Chanjuan.

Flowers in the rain. The mountain rain is fine, the spring grows in the valley, and the water fills the flat field.

After the snow cocoon and red silkworm are ripe, the yellow clouds and wheat are in autumn.

Wuling smoke is warm, a few chickens and dogs, don't be mountains and rivers.

Growing old, tired of traveling, and hating Huadian.

Walk all the heads and tails of Wu, and the empty thousands of rocks.

It's better to take a break, and if you go back, it's still Yunshan.

Linjiang Immortal. Ninety days of spring have passed, and it is common to go to Jianggao. The water and the mountains are mutually reinforcing. The grass is flat and the sky is colorful, and the wind is warm and the swallows are high.

Alcohol sickness is tired of what a plan, and Feihong is even more boring. The sound of the warbler is like a delicate ear. It's hard to go back to the dream of Wuxia, and I hate Wuling Tao.

Fortune operator. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water be harvested, and this hatred will be guaranteed. I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Eshenko. Waiting for the new red, the wine is frequent, and the hatred is in a hurry.

The flowers bloomed, and the night wind came. The melancholy spring can't be kept, so what's the matter, don't meet.

Where does the moon window want to return to Hong, and with whom? Meaning a thousand weights.

Graceful and tender, once the assembly is empty. It seems that the strings are still in my ears, and they should be me, and the head is like a puff.

Qingyu case. The plum blossoms fall to the end of the people, who cares.

Dark and broken, hurt spring eyes.

After the snow, the spring is still shallow.

A hairpin, full of hatred, ashamed to be a companion of the east wind.

The buds of the bucket flower are short.

It's still the old courtyard at that time.

It is intended to send the new sorrow to the wine.

The spring shirt is re-watched, the wine marks are still there, and the gold cup is full.

Qingyu case. Green shoes endure stepping on the Jiangsha Road.

Hate people, ride whales.

The bottom of the pen is who and the degree.

Xizhou is heavy, pitiful and no-see, Huawu survives.

The autumn river is misty and high, and the twilight is high.

The wall is full of crows when drunk.

Fly on the Jinluan people.

Qingge sings low, Xiaoman is still there, and the empty pear blossom rains.