Ouyang Xiu Butterfly Love Flower 5, Ouyang Xiu Butterfly Love Flower

Butterfly Love Flower] Six curved trunks and green trees.

The willow wind is light, and the wisps are stretched.

Who moved the zither to the jade pillar.

Piercing the curtain, the petrel flew away.

Full of hatred and hairs.

When the red apricot blooms, it rains brightly in a flash.

Thick sleep comes to warbler gibberish.

Frightened dreams are nowhere to be found.

Butterfly Love Flower] Who abandons leisure for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there.

I often get sick and drink before I spend every day, and I don't want to be thin in the mirror.

The willows on the riverside green embankment, in order to ask new sorrows, what is there every year?

The independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and the Hirabayashi Crescent people are behind.

Butterfly Love Flowers】 How deep is the courtyard?

The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition.

Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Butterfly Love Flower Ouyang Xiu.

How deep is the courtyard?

The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition.

Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Butterfly love flower Ouyang Xiu (the courtyard is deep and deep).

How deep is the courtyard? The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition.

Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road. ①

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Note: Zhangtai Road: Han Chang'an has Zhangtai Street under Zhangtai. Later generations took Zhangtai as a place where courtesans lived.

Appreciation: At the beginning of Shangque, the typical environment outside the women's house is depicted, and the three "deep" characters show the depth of the courtyard. Through the portrayal and description, a noble woman who is claustrophobic and deep in her daughter, because of the sorrow of Bo Xingren's blind pursuit of narrow and evil travel, jumps on the page.

Xiaque, "March twilight" points out the season, "rain and wind", describing the climatic characteristics. At this time, the only way to cover up the door and guard the empty room alone, issued a lament of "no plan to stay in the spring". The concluding sentence "Tearful eyes ask the flowers silently, and the red flies over the swing", which has always been appreciated.

1. Original text: The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtain is not repeated. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road. The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

2. Appreciation: This word writes resentment. The style of words is deep and elegant.

The so-called deep is subtle, subtle, deep, and intriguing. The first sentence of this word is "deep and deep", and the predecessors sighed at its work of overlapping words; It is specially drawn out to illustrate the characteristics of the whole word. It might as well be said that the scenery of this poem is written deeply, the feelings are written deeply, and the artistic conception is also deeply written.

How deep is the courtyard? The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Who has abandoned leisure for a long time, every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I often get sick and drink before I spend every day, and I don't want to be thin in the mirror.

The willows on the riverside green embankment, in order to ask new sorrows, what is there every year? The independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and the Hirabayashi Crescent people are behind.

Where does the butterfly love flower go in the clouds for a few days? Forget to return, don't say spring is about to twilight. Thousands of grasses and flowers are cold and food roads, and the incense car is tied to whose tree.

Tearful eyes leaning on the building and talking alone, when Shuangyan came, did Mo Shang meet? The turmoil of spring sorrow is like catkins, and there is nowhere to be found in a dream.

The butterfly love flower face swirls and falls, the wind ripples, the willow smoke is deep, and the snow flies back and forth. After the rain, the light cold has not been released, and the spring sorrow and wine illness have become melancholy.

The pillow side of the mountain is surrounded by blue waves, the emerald quilt is lanterns, and the night sky is facing each other. Lonely and embroidered, the moon is on the pear blossoms.

Butterfly love flower curtain east wind cold material steep, snow fragrant plum, first spring comes early. The red wax branches are small, and the golden knife is delicate.

Swirling warm golden furnace lavender algae. The wine is in the waves, and I can't help but be troubled. The embroidered quilt slept well in the spring of the fifth watch, and Luo Wei didn't feel the screen window.

Butterflies love flowers, swirling flowers, rippling flowers. The willows are heavy and the smoke is deep, and the snow flies back and forth. After the rain, the light cold has not been released, and the spring sorrow and wine illness have become melancholy.

The pillow side of the Ping Mountain is surrounded by blue waves, the emerald is lit up, and the night sky faces each other. Lonely and embroidered, the moon is plowing flowers.

Butterfly love flower curtain wind light bilingual swallow, wake up in the afternoon, catkins flying chaotic. I haven't seen anything in the spring, and Hongying has fallen into the moss courtyard.

The hundred-foot Zhu Lou leans all over the place, the light rain and thick clouds cover people's faces with death. The Qiang tube does not need to blow other complaints, and the intestines are more new.

Butterflies love flowers and want to pass through the Qingming smoke and rain. The small sill is near the window, and the remnants of the flower pendant are dotted. Liang Yanyu was surprised to sleep, and half of the silver screen was piled with incense quilts.

The new wind is like the old wind, and the hated conquest wheel is gradually passing away. Even if there is a distant relationship, it is difficult to write and send, and there are lovesick tears to ensure that there is no solution.

The butterfly love flower painting pavilion returns late in spring, the swallows fly double, and the willow soft peach blossoms are shallow. The drizzle is full of wind and the courtyard is full of sorrow, and no one sees it.

Leaning on the trunk alone, the heart is in turmoil, the grass is beautiful, and the south bank of the river is still remembered. The wind and the moon are ruthless, and the old game is like a dream and the jejunum is broken.

How deep is the courtyard? The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.