Yu Meiren, a native of the late Qin Dynasty, that is, Yu Ji, Xiang Yu's concubine, often accompanied the army. The Han soldiers surrounded Xiang Yu in the wall, Yu Ye drank in the tent at night, the sad song was generous, and Yu Ji sang and it.
Therefore, "Poppy" is mostly sad words.
▲When is Li Yu, Poppy, Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon▼
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.
The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
The bright moon shines in the sky, and the years are ruthless and urging people to grow old.
Spring flowers and autumn moons, but fleeting, all the good things in the world will come to an end one day.
A melancholy mood turned into flowing water.
▲Jiang Jie, Poppy Beauty, Listen to the Rain▼
The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step ahead, bit by bit until dawn.
Sit and listen to the wind at night, listen to the rain during the day, and realize how the moon is lacking and how old the day is.
A rain that soaked a lifetime.
At that time, the state of mind of youth was like a mirror, out of reach, and now the frost stained the sideburns, and how much bitter and astringent taste has turned into dust and smoke.
▲ Nalan Xingde, Poppy Beauty, Qu Lang See each other again in the depths▼
Seeing each other again in the depths of the Qu Lang, even the tears and trembling. After the desolation, the two should be the same, and the most invincible is the moon and the moon.
Half of his life has been separated from sleep, and the mountain pillow is full of sandalwood. Remembering what is the most ecstatic, the first folded branch pattern to draw Luo skirt.
Human life is like a flower on a branch, some of which fall early, and some of which fall late.
Life and death are never left to man.
The body is like a floating cloud, and the heart is like a flying flotsam, so I have to repair a few memories, so that the most precious reunion in my life can be engraved into the poem.
▲Shu Yan, Poppy Beauty, Jigongdu▼
The hibiscus falls to the sky and the water, and the twilight waves. The back flies with two swallows sticking to the clouds, and looks at the east side of the small building alone.
Fusheng only respects the old man, and the snow is full of Chang'an Road. The old man raised the platform in the morning and evening, and gave me the spring color of the south of the Yangtze River and a plum branch.
Deep in the red dust, everywhere in the world.
Leaning on the building to look at the moon, looking at the twilight snow of thousands of mountains, borrowing wine to pour out sorrows, pouring out the desolation of floating life.
When will the old man say goodbye to a spring plum?
▲Huang Tingjian, Yu Meiren, Yizhou see Meizuo▼
Tianya also has Jiangnan letter. Mei Po knows that spring is near. The night wind is so thin that it is fragrant. It does not dawn to open all over and branch to the south.
Yutai should be jealous. Float to the center of the eyebrows. I wish to be deep in my life. I went to the country for ten years and was old, and I was young.
The plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are in full bloom, quiet and fragrant, and they return in spring another year.
Life is like the plum tree, which needs to be pruned and shears all the way to bloom and fall in order to be perfect.
And life is too short, decades have passed suddenly, and countless suns, moons, winds and frosts will also be old in my heart.