Are there any poems describing constellations?

Bai Yang Du Mu expresses his condolences to you.

Down and out, rivers and lakes carry restaurants, and Chu has a thin waist and a light palm.

Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.

Jinniu Sima Xiangru Nagato Fu

At dusk, I look forward to it, and I feel lonely in the empty hall.

Hang the bright moon and look at yourself, and stay in the bridal chamber for the night. .

Gemini Li Shangyin Golden

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Cancer Ouyang Xiu gave birth to Cha Zi.

There was no moonlit night last year, and the flower market was picturesque.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

When there is no moon this year, the moon and lights remain the same.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

Lion Cao Xueqin (Jia Baoyu) Red Bean Ci

Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. I can't sleep well. After the storm and dusk, I can't forget the new worries and old grievances. Jade medicine can't be swallowed, the throat is full, and the diamond mirror can't describe the thinness. A frown that can't be opened is even more leaking when it is unknown. Ah, it's like a green mountain that can't be covered, and a green water that can't flow.

Virgin Yan Shu

The spring rain building is over, when is the Zhejiang tide?

No one knows the broken bowl of mango shoes. Which bridge did you cross?

Libra Zhu

If you want to send clothes, you won't return them. If you don't send clothes, it will be cold.

It's hard for me to send or not to send a room.

Scorpio Li Shangyin has no title.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Shooter Du Fu cherishes historical sites.

Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here.

She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.

Wang Changling has always had a goat in his heart.

Young women in boudoir never worry, but in spring they put on makeup and went to a brothel.

Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have sent my husband to Hou Feng.

Aquarius Li Shangyin Chang 'e

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Shuangyu Li Shangyin

Looking for temples by studying calligraphy, Zhao Jun discovered old villages.

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