Chapter 2 Nalan Poetry Volume II

Nalan Poetry Volume II picking mulberries Tongxia has been flying Qiongzi for a long time, who is on her side.On whose side is the person, Yu Qingmian will not sleep tonight. The incense sticks are extinguished in the cold, and the autumn is counting quietly.Counting the autumn quietly, and mistakenly expecting the end of the string. again Who translated Yuefu's Desolate Song?The wind is blowing, the rain is blowing, and the lanterns are all over again for another night. I don't know what to hold in my arms, I am bored when I am awake, I am also bored when I am drunk, and I have never been to Xieqiao in my dream.

again Yan Xiaoyong was startled frequently, his face slapped with frost.The oblique man is hazy, and the felt curtain is cold and the fire is not red. Xiangchuangcui was messed up, looking back at West Wind.Counting the dead bells, a lantern is like a dream. again The cold fragrance lingers in the dream of the Red Bridge, and the dream of the city.The moon is full of peach blossoms, and the rain is resting in the spring and cold of the swallows. Who can play the drum after the konghou farewell, the heart will break the end of the world.Darkness damages youth, and a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the green yarn.

again Wing Chun Rain The tender smoke dyes the goose willow, just like the wind.It seems to be as neat as a twilight, and it is only when the spring cold is thin that it can't support. The cold invades Xiaomeng, the light cicada is greasy, and it is about red and fat.Don't hesitate to grind it and use it as a lichen. again It's not about being obsessed with light appearance, and the cold place is better.Don't have roots and buds, it's not a rich flower in the world. Who can cherish Xie Niang's farewell, wandering in the end of the world.The cold moon is sad, and the westerly wind blows thousands of miles of sand from the sea.

again Peach Blossom died ruthlessly in shame, and was grateful to Dongfeng.Blowing off the delicate red, flying into the window with chagrin. Whoever pities the hard work of Dongyang is thin, but also cares about the spring.Not as good as Hibiscus, a deep feeling of coldness. again Dial the lamp and read all the red paper, still boring.The jade leak is far away, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by the jade flute. A few stalks of bamboo are pruning in the third watch, and the leaves are rustling.Pay the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao. again Cool and dewy, the Xiang strings are moist, and the dark drops are fancy.Who shakes the shade of the curtain, Yan Cu winds on the wicker.

The Wukun mirror box is opened frequently, and the sandalwood powder is languid.The morning tears are like a tide, and last night Xiangyu felt dreamy away. again The soil flowers once dyed Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead are hard to disappear.Whoever strikes Qingyun is not rhinoceros or phoenix. It should only be accompanied by Duanxi purple for a long time, and harvest the autumn tide.The parrot secretly teaches, Fang Xiang sees Yu Xiao in front of him. again The Xie Family Courtyard was remnant and erected, and Yansu carved beams.Monthly silver wall, don't you know the fragrance of the flowers?

This feeling has become a memory of its own, scattered mandarin ducks.The rain breaks and cools down. It was a dream eleven years ago. again Now I know that I was wrong at the time, and my mood is desolate.Red tears are dripping down secretly, eyes full of spring breeze and nothing wrong. Love knows that there is nothing to do in the future, and insists on a happy date.It's not like this, the plow is gone, the flowers are gone, and the moon is west. again The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, laughing at me now, living up to Chunxin, wandering alone and singing alone. Recently, I am afraid to talk about the current affairs, and I will end up all over the blue lapel.The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams?

Ye Jinmen The wind is curling, and the water is soaking in the blue sky and clear dawn.A mirror of wet clouds is clear, and the rain is clear and the spring is grassy. Who sweeps the light snails in the dream.The bonus outside the curtain is small.I sleep alone and feel quietly, where is the best way to express my sorrow? Good thing is near The wind outside the curtain at five o'clock, enjoy the Xiaohan season.Just half of the autumn quilt is left, and the waning moon is embraced through the curtain. Tears of arguing for teaching are not frozen, and the benefits will be separated.I plan to leave the hurt and emotions, and wait for Xiaohan to talk about it again.

again Looking at the green hills at the head of the horse, it is so scattered and prosperous.Then to Duanyan Decay Grass, recognize the inscription on the moss stele. Hugh looking for the words of the broken halberd, only shed tears of sorrow and autumn.Under the slanting sun and the Ming Tombs, pass Xinfeng Hunting Horse. again Where is the road to home, through the mountains and rivers.They all turn the spring cold into the autumn of wheat. The next year's flowers should be reissued, so don't ask about the flowers.Even if the east wind is still there, I am afraid that the beauty will not look like it.

A link Great Wall The wild fire blows the clouds and turns green, and the westerly wind cries at night.The wild goose wings line the autumn sky, recalling the song of Xiangping Mountain. The mountains and seas have been overturned several times, and the female wall is slanted.It seems that after all the painstaking efforts of Zulong, it was built for whom. again Passing through the distant mountains is picturesque, with short clothes and horses.The Xiao Xiaomu is too late to fall, don't look back under the setting sun. Don't be lingering, just wait until you get home.But worrying about holding her bun to the lamp, she can't say enough to leave people.

again Snow There are countless saddles for dense sprinkles, and the trees are far away.The chaotic mountains overlap and are indistinguishable, like fog in the five miles. In the depths of the melancholy window, wet flowers are lightly fluffing.At that time, the leisurely feast was so pitiful, and it was all helped by the fragrance. Qing Ping Le The smoke is light and the rain is small, and it is difficult to look green.A ray of broken rainbow hangs down at the end of the tree, and it is the afterglow of the chaotic mountains. Judging the journey with high eyesight, the evening clouds are thousands of miles away.Day and night, the river flows eastward, and brocade books should entrust Pisces.

again The butterfly dream of Qingling, hang upside down and pity the phoenix.Fading powder and collecting fragrance is a kind of love, and the jade hairpin next to the building steals it together. For the moths in the mirror pavilion, who passed on the brocade word Qiuhe?The lotus seeds are still hidden in the mist, and the water chestnut flowers cherish Hengbo. again If you don't worry about it, it's hard to live in the autumn scenery.Liuquping Mountain is deep in the courtyard, and it is ups and downs every day. The first fragrance of chrysanthemums in the rain and sunshine is said to be the Double Ninth Day.Looking back at the cool clouds and evening leaves, I think about it infinitely at dusk. again Desolate, bleak yellow flower festival.In the dream, the sound of the anvil did not stop, and it was even more chaotic and sad. Dust born swallows and empty buildings, throwing residual strings at the head of the bed.The same dawn wind waning moon, now touches the thread to add sorrow. again Recalling Liang Fen Only after listening to the rain at night, I feel like autumn.People don't say a word around the building, and there is no basis for worrying about dreams. Chaotic mountains and thousands of overlapping rivers, recalling where you are tired of traveling.Do you know the red candle in the small window.According to people, this night is bleak. again Sai Hong is gone, when will the brocade be sent?I remember pretending to hold back tears in front of the lamp, but asked if the Ming Dynasty was going to go. Don't come a few times like a ghost, and the fallen leaves are piled up.A kind of Xiaohan's remnant dream, who is the cause of the desolation? again The wind servant girl and the rain on the temples are not sure.Tired leaning on the magnolia to see the moon halo, it is easy to speak low and fragrant. The soft wind blows through the window screens, and the heart will be separated by the end of the world.From then on, spring hurts farewell, and dusk is only for pear blossoms. again Qiu Si Cool clouds and thousands of leaves ruin the Qingqiu Festival.The incense seal on the embroidered screen is silently extinguished, and the beauty disappears in secret. Who cares about the shadow and blows the sheng, and the grass in the end of the world cares about love.Annoyed and dreamy across the curtain, half the bed is full of flowers and moons. again Danqin Gorge Inscription Wall Lingling all night, who is the bosom friend?Where is the front like a dream? It's hard to write a song while worrying. In the extreme sky, in the clouds, people follow the geese and fall to the west wind.Call for red breasted and green sleeves, don't teach heroes to shed tears. again lunar eclipse Yaohua reflects the que, and disperses the snow.Compared with ordinary Qingjing farewell, the first reunion season. Ying'e suddenly showed her first string, and she was divided into Gonglian and Gonglian.The seven treasures are built into the wall, and the heavy wheel is in the sky every year. Recalling Qin'e The mountains overlap, and the cliffs line the sky.The sky is suspicious, the inscription is broken, and the ancient moss is gnawing. The sound of wind, thunder and gold and iron, the dragon cave at the bottom of the gloomy pool.Jiaolong Cave is full of rise and fall, and the bright moon in the old days. again Spring is deep and shallow, and a trace of rippling green is like a sword.The green is like a sword, the egret is standing, the smoke is cloudy and the distance is flat. Blowing away and thanking the east wind for tiredness, Xiangtao regrets that her beauty has changed.Beauty changes, rabbit sunflower oats, meet again. again Long wandering, sad and sick.The mood is evil, blurred, divided into sorrow and joy. I plan to push the laughter away from the cable, but the helpless face in the mirror is not yesterday.The color is divided yesterday, the talent is shallow, because of the lack of blessings. Ruan Langgui The slanting wind and drizzle are falling, and the painting curtain is dragging down.There are a few songs in Pingshan and the smoke is faint, and willow catkins fly in the leisurely garden. The new green is dense, and the chaotic red is sparse.The milk warbler cries in the dying days.The cold spring wants to see through the embroidered gold clothes, but Luohualang has not returned. Huatangchun One generation and one couple in a lifetime, fighting to teach two places of ecstasy.Lovesickness looks at each other but does not have a blind date, who is the spring for? It's easy to beg to the blue bridge, but it's hard to run to the blue sea.If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. Eye-catching Leaning alone in the cold spring to cover the sunset, the dew weeping in the clothes.The jade flute blows dreams, and the gold hairpin draws shadows, regretting not to carry them. The remnant red candle has been with each other, and the old things are always vague.In response to grudges, teach in the middle of the month, and return at the end of the flower. again Seeing Xing'e and Bihaicha again, I can't help but smile.How much is usual, the moon is bright and the wind is fine, tonight is better. Rest the cage colored pens to write and write, and the street drums have been three times.The shredded tobacco is curling up, the light is shining slightly, and the peach blossoms are in spring. again Yong Mei Don't compare Qionghua with light makeup, who looks like white clothes.It is uniquely quiet and natural, not near the east wall. The icy muscles and the bones of the gods pay for it, and it also pays for the desolation.Poor distant night, cold smoke and moon, sparse shadows across the window. Chaozhongcuo The strings of Shu and the pillars of Qin don't care about love, and cover the clouds all day long.I have regretted Qingling's withdrawal from fans, and I even think weak Xu is Ping. The east wind is troublesome, the remaining cold is blown away, and it is warm and slightly mellow.Seeing all the red rain, who is the relative of the flower bell? Break through Huanxi Sand Under the forest, there is moss and moss in Tao Yun's house, and there are pity, jade, bones and dust.There is nowhere to say before worrying about the wind, and the number belongs to the crow. Half a lifetime of duckweed drifts with the water, and a night of cold rain buries famous flowers.The soul is Liu Mian blowing to pieces, circling the horizon. again Wind catkins have turned into duckweeds, and mud lotuses have just lingered; treasure a petal of the incense, and remember the previous life. When people become passionate and passionate, now they are really regretful and passionate; and when they are heartbroken and looking back, tears are stolen. again I want to speak, I feel like my dream is over, and I see Chun Shan in the mirror as promised.Fang regrets that he was so careless in the past, so he just waits to see. The ring should only be returned to the moon, why should the tin hairpin be sent to the world.How many drops of residual red wax tears, when will they dry? again The willows on the small red bridge are half-hanging, and the skirts are covered with golden clothes.Who do you want to lose when you pick the double leaves of pomegranate? Even if there is love, when the moon falls, it should only send the sunset unaccompanied.Send a message to the east wind, don't work hard, can't help blowing. again Drunk in front of the light in a flash, hate is like spring, dream and fear are clear.Danyue Danyun outside the window rain, a sound. People become less affectionate when they are passionate, but now they are really not affectionate.I heard partridges crowing again, short and long pavilions. again Last night the strong fragrance was particularly pleasant, the sky will warm and protect the amphibious, the shadow of birch candles is slightly red and jade is soft, and the swallow hairpin is hanging down. I often laugh at myself because of worry, but I cry when I am happy.The central and lotus flowers are clear and dripping, so don't urge each other. Green shirt wet Mourning Recently, there have been infinitely sad things, who will keep the story longer?From teaching to pay, green windows and red tears, early geese and early warblers. At that time, I understood it, but now I sacrifice it, and I always feel passionate.Suddenly I suspect that the king arrives, the lacquer lamp is blowing in the wind, and I am crazy about the spring stars. When the flowers fall (According to this tune, the rhythm is not recorded, and the doubt is also self-made. It takes a long time to write a book) Whoever calls down the stairs in the setting sun holds the catkin.Turning back and holding back a smile, I stand up on the steps, always speechless, and it is also suitable. There is no evidence for the straight letter, so don't talk about lovesickness.Advise Yihao to get drunk at the red window, too late, when the flowers fall. Kam Tang Chun begonia Outside the curtain, there is a wisp of smoke, and a few clusters of low flowers are shaded by the wall.In the light rain at night, in the westerly wind, we are powerless and swaying. As if a person wakes up from sleep, the blush is not bright.It's cold and the green sleeves add to the sadness, and the crows are about to live in sorrow. Begonia spring The falling red flakes are like fog, and if you don't teach, you can find the way to Taoyuan.The evening wind and cold in the fragrant path, the moon is in the place where the flowers fly. The shadow of the rose is condensed in the dark space, and Ren Bizhen's light shirt is lingering.Startled the early crows and flew across the swing. river blasphemy The wind is tight, the geese are flying high, and the boundless falling trees are rustling.Chutian's soul dreams and incense are sold, and the green hills are in the evening and the morning. Intermittent cool clouds came, and a few strands of spiritual rain fell.Tonight, it's cold and red, where will the mandarin ducks live? again The cold moon turns to the Diaolan, and the sound of Xiao Xiaomu's leaves is dry.Between the silver lamps and foil windows, there are several autumn mountains on the pillow screen. The new wind blows through the green quilt, and the fire in the medicine stove is just boiling.The leak is heavy and sleepless, and I am haggard for Iraq. Cited too often Self-titled photo The westerly wind suddenly blows up and is cold, and the frightened geese avoid moving camp.Thousands of miles away, the clouds are flat, and Hugh looks back at the long pavilion and the short pavilion. Infinite mountain scenery, boundless past events, one case is deserted.Try the sound of Qianyu Xiaoxiao, and wake up the heroes of the ages from their dreams. again In the evening, the wind blows and shakes the flower bells, and people are in Bishan Pavilion.It's unbearable to hear in sorrow, and it's even more mixed with the sound of springs and rain. No trace, boring mood, who says and is passionate.The dream is not clear, why bother to wake up the dream. four offenses When the waves of wheat turn sunny and the wind blows willows, it also hurts the season of spring.Because he is a prodigy, after all, he is a prodigy. The red medicine is accompanied by plain hands, and the warm words are stronger than the wine.Looking forward to the garden flower shop like embroidery, but thinner than before spring. add mulberries (According to this tone, the rhythm of the words is not included, and the word spectrum has the word "Picking Mulberry", with the same words and different sentences. The book is about picking flowers.) Sorrow seems to make an appointment with the setting sun, red spots and green moss, nymphs fly back.It's the new green shadow of the phoenix tree again, come up the stairs. At the end of the world, the sound and dust are broken, the flowers wither and bloom, and the sorrow leaves the heart.Air-pressed tin baskets with gold threads and silk shoes. lotus leaf cup The curtain rolls and the flowers fall like snow, like a moon.Who is at Xiaohong Pavilion?The sound of Yuchai knocking on bamboo is heard at first glance, and the shadow of the wind is slightly clear. Turn into colorful clouds and fly away, where?Not separated from the pillow, the cold sky will die with a sound, and this year will be heartbroken again. again Who is a confidant?It's over.Win by mistake.Affectionate always seems to be ruthless, don't ask if you are drunk and awake. It doesn't look like fog, day and night.Will have a good time.Pointing out the destiny for Yi to come again, and washing away the tin in the rain. Seeking fragrant grass Xiao Si Ji Meng How did Ke Ye live?The dream is accompanied by Qi and the window is cold.Bo An pretended to smile and said, if it wasn't for being so desolate, would you be willing to come? Come and go in a hurry, ready to wait for the dawn bell to break.At first glance, the person flashed the light and flower pendant, but faced the glazed fire. Chrysanthemum new Send Zhang Jianyang to Jianghua Worrying pedestrians, day and night, walking towards the sound of partridges, living in the faint cave waves, where is Chutian under the leaves? There are countless broken willows, and they are urged to take advantage of the sound of the flute from the pavilion.A few Zhenghong accompanied him to send Junnan to the south. Nan Gezi The green sleeves are cold and thin, and the curtains go into the night sky.The sick face lifted Yuemingzhong, causing a trace of the old smoker cage. I feel that the period of joy is over, and I know far away that I don't hate the same.The flowers are sparse and the wind is unstoppable, and the dew is wet and red in the middle of the night. again Warm and protect the cherry pistils, and turn the nymphet feathers in the cold.The east wind blows the silk and gradually becomes dark. If you don't believe it, you will be haggard all your life and accompany the singing warbler. The waning moon floats in the shadows, and the fragrant silk brushes the Qi Ling.Hundreds of flowers pass the jade hairpin to the sound, and they search for the dream in the green window to send the rest of their lives. again Gushu The ancient garrison hunger and black set, and the wild pheasants flew in the deserted city.When the ashes are left in the fire, try to see the hero's green blood full of dragons. The jade tent is divided into empty bases, and Jin Jia has stopped blowing.Dongfeng looked back and made mistakes, and it would be artificial if he didn't want to die. swing rope Spring Look at Lushui Pavilion (According to this tone, the lyrics are not included, or the song is also written by yourself. One book is dialing incense ash) Yaolan joins hands with the ecstasy couple, fighting not to forget the successor.In addition to complaining to Dongfeng about this situation, Nai is actually full of youthful words. The melodious fluttered before the wind, and it was difficult to live in a hundred and fifty years.The pear blossoms all over the ground are like last year, but there are more Lian Xianyu. again The gossamer is intermittent and the east wind is weak, and the curtain is half-draped silently.Whoever has the red sleeves bends the edge of the sill, and swings a swing rope. The people who cherish flowers share the thinness of the spring, and the waist is like cutting off the spring.The new moon can only illuminate the lonely sorrow, but it also illuminates the falling pear blossoms. again I exchanged wine with double servant girls, spring has come under the flower-selling curtain.A piece of fragrant dust smashes green apples, and sees the white cackles to tune the horses. The shredded tobacco is lingering with sorrow, leaving a few pictures of evening sunshine.The half-pillowed with a fuchsia pressing down on the waves, spending all my time teaching Yinger's words. Recalling Jiangnan Thoughts from Sushuanglin Temple My heart is exhausted, and some monks are not yet complete.The wind and rain wear away the life and death, the déjà vu is only lonely, and the love cannot wake up. After shaking, the clear blowing is quite audible.The patter of golden well leaves is darkly floating, and the wind is steady and the bell is ringing at first glance, and the blessings are all over the city. again Sit with the light on, and sit for a long time to remember the years.The flowers caged in the mist are about to cry, and the willow branches under the moonlight in the middle of the night.It's too late to sleep. Haggard to go, who knows this hate?The sky and the earth are all staring at each other, and the sound of the scriptures, the Buddha and the fire are both desolate and fascinated.Doubt before dreaming. wave washing sand The red shadow wets the quiet window, thinning out the spring light.The sun is setting outside the flowers after the rain.Whoever sees the thin shirt and low bun, hugs his knees and thinks. It's not desolate, it's early and close to hold the cup.Thinking about what is breaking people's hearts.It was in his spring dream that he caught a glimpse of the corridor. again The eyebrow spectrum is to be completely deleted, don't draw autumn mountains, the morning cloud gradually enters the world.Mo Xiao's life is nothing but a dream, and a good dream is hard to come by. Hong Yu pecks at the broken flowers and leans on the railing alone.The moon slanted and the wind lifted the clothes.It is an example to experience the spring breeze, if it is cold. again Ziyu pulls out the cold ashes, the heart is completely different, and the sparse curtains are still hanging from the next year.Half a roll of sunset and red rain come in, and it's time for swallows. Looking back at Biyun West, there are so many heart periods, the short long pavilion is short and the long embankment is short.The dream of a hundred feet and a thousand miles is infinitely sad. again Ye Yu made autumn, just right in his heart, and taught him to cherish and protect the wind.Who is more ashamed to be sick for whom? The secret will never rest, and the secret wish is hard to pay.Four volumes of bead curtains are on the building.Darkly remembering that the happy period is really like a dream, and the dream must be kept. again The wild store is near the deserted city, and the anvil and pestle are silent.When the moon is low and the frost is heavy, don't be idle.After all the expeditions, the book has not been sent, and the dream is hard to follow. Life experience waits for duckweed, and illness is worrying.In the cold night, there is ice in front of the pillow.It is expected that Qi Chuang sleeps alone, and he cares twice as much. again Boring self-picking disabled lights, dark rain and empty courtyard, Xiaoxiao is unbearable to hear.That's more westerly, with more intentions, making the sound of autumn. It's the third watch of the city watchman, sleepy yet awake, the silver screen is covered at night in the cold.How can you be passionate if you have been dyed in the precepts to sell the vulgar idea. again The cloud on the clear mirror, the Su Zhuan is still smoked, and the two sleeves of the spring are full of weeping marks.That night, I came to the side of the lonely pillow, and the dream came back to me. Huadi is sick, lazy to paint in Hunan, and ecstasy in lotus root and silk clothes.The embroidered couch must know how many threads to add, and the heavy door is covered in silence.