9 poems sigh the year: the most is that the human world can not stay, Zhu Yan ci mirror flower word tree

Flowers blossom and fall, flowing years dark

Butterfly Loves Flowers

Republic of China, Kingdom Dimension

Reading the end of the world parting pain,

If you don't come back, there will be no flowers.

The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window was twilight in spring and the sky.

Wait to put the acacia lamp down to sue,

A wisp of new joy, a thousand strands of old hate.

The most is that the human world cannot be retained, zhu Yan resigns the mirror flower and the tree.

In the middle of the year, pass through sorrow and joy

"Song of the Cave Fairy"

Song SuShi

Ice muscle jade bone, cool without sweat.

The water temple wind comes dark incense.

The embroidery curtain opens, a little bright moon peeps at people,

People have not slept, and the pillow is chaotic.

Rise up with your hands, and the court is silent,

When you see the sparse star crossing the river Han.

How about the night?

The night has changed three times, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope is turned low.

But when the westerly wind comes,

And secretly stealing for many years.

Years are fleeting, and years are easy to grow old

"Water Dragon Yin Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion"

Song Xin abandons the disease

Chu Tian is thousands of miles in autumn, and the water goes with the sky to autumn.

Haruka is far away, offering sorrow and offering hate, jade hairpin and screw bun.

Sunset building head, broken hong sound, Jiangnan wanderer.

Look at the Wu hook, shoot the railing all over, no one will, board the intention.

Hugh said that the perch can be drunk, the west wind is exhausted, and the season eagle is not returned?

Asking Tian to ask for a house, afraid that he should be ashamed to see, Liu Lang was angry.

It is a pity that the years flow, the sorrows of the wind and rain, and the trees are like this!

Qian He people call, red scarf green sleeves, tears of heroes!

Look down on the vicissitudes, laugh and talk for years

"A Cut of Plum"

Song Jiang Jie

A spring sorrow waiting for the wine to pour. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.

Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang Bridge, the wind is fluttering, the rain is xiao Xiao.

When will I return home to wash my robes? Silver characters are phonological, and heart characters are incense burning.

Streamers are easy to throw people away, red cherries, green plantains.

Keep the flow of the year, look down on the wind and rain

"Xie Chi Chun"

Song Lu you

When he was old, he was once a prisoner of qi.

The clouds are high and the wolf smokes at night.

Zhu Yan had green sideburns and embraced the eagle Ge Xishu.

Laughing at the crown is always wrong.

The name of the dream is broken, but the pan boat Wu Chu.

Long sad songs, sad nostalgia hanging ancient.

The smoke waves are endless, where is qinguan?

Sighing years have become vain again.

Floating years, Wu Zi Qing Huan

"Golden Wisp"

Song Sima Hui

Concubine Ben lives on the Qiantang River.

Flowers fall and blossom, regardless of the flow of the year.

The swallows will go to the spring color, and the screen windows will be a few bursts of yellow plum rain.

Obliquely inserted rhinoceros comb cloud half spit,

The sandalwood tapped and sang through the wisps of gold.

Looking at the broken clouds, there is nowhere to be found, and the dream returns to the bright moon and nanpu.

After the prosperity, the quiet enlightenment flows through the years

"Picking Mulberries"

Song Ouyang Xiu

Ordinary life for the love of West Lake good, to embrace The Zhu Wheel.

Rich and noble floating clouds, pitching and flowing for twenty springs.

The return is just like the Liaodong crane, the people of chengguo,

New to the eye, who knows the old owner?

Floating for years, looking forward to meeting with the king

"Send from Brother Gao"

Don Fanggan

The road is infinite, and where should it be.

The flow of years is not vain, and Huafa is incompatible.

Wild waves shake the moon, and the empty city rains the bell.

This heart goes with the horse and passes through the thousand peaks.

In the flow of years, feel life

"Water Tune Song Head"

Song Cai Shen

Under the leaves of the pavilion tree, the original chrysanthemum is yellow.

With high eyes full of autumn intentions, the season is close to chongyang.

Remembering Pengmen to the old age, a thousand rides on yuntun Pingye,

High Banquet Ancient Stadium.

Hanging the ancient theory rises and falls, look at the sword to lead the cup long.

Feeling the flow of years, thinking about the past, heavy desolation.

At that time, the handsome and strong half of the sitting room had withered away.

Sighing at the life of the ordinary, laughing at yourself now frost sideburns,

Drifting water cloud township.

It has been done in the name of the people, and this intention is paid for.