Qiong Yao's Poems on the Twilight Moon Birds

The poem about Qiong Yao 1. Qiong Yao's Classical Poetry

Tussah flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a short spring dream and goes like a floating cloud. Who cares about me outside the window? Who am I worthy of love? May a wisp of light smoke come and go! When the drizzle is wet with moss, when the night fog covers the balcony, please open your window, wandering ghosts, wandering around! That wandering soul, eager to return! Ah, when the night rain gets wet with moss and the night fog covers the balcony, please open your window. No one will stop me, I will come back to be with you! I'll be back with you! Life outside the window is sad, the world is cold and the future is infinite.

Drops of tears, continuous tenderness, more infinite sadness. Drink green wine and go to your hometown for the time being. Don't call me crazy.

Laugh today, be sad tomorrow, things change! At the ends of the earth, duckweeds meet, sighing that bosom friends are hard to meet. Singing in front of the mountain, whispering by the water, analyzing my sadness.

I hate Taiwan last night, but it's raining hard tonight, and it's hard to predict how to get together or leave. We know each other, love each other and grow old together! The heavy twilight outside the window is separated by Chongyang. Can you not remember Xiaoxiang? The horizon is a floating blue shimmer, and it's hard to say who died. Where is it? Facing the deep water is the most desolate for Hanshan. I'll rest in my life, and there's no evidence in the near future. What a waste of thinking! Don't crush that petal. Do you know what it says? Don't dislike this light blue, you know it also has a flower "heart"! Don't tell me you don't know it, its name is-forget me! Qian Qian knot in my heart, when will I get old and when will I die? My heart is deep, and there are Qian Qian knots in it. There are many things that can't be solved, and there are ups and downs all over the garden. When should I worry about this and hate this? Who knows my heart and feelings? Since I entered the heavy door that day, the wind has been silent, there is no trace of the moon, but there are many worries. Who is the one who has to tie the bell to untie it? Qian Qian's new lover is in his heart, but no one remembers the past. After a storm comes a calm, drunk as a dream.

It's hard to say when we meet, but I want to live in confusion. My eyebrows are low and there are no more tears. Ask the sunset, since you rose, why did you sink? Ask sunset, how many joys and sorrows have you seen? Ask the sunset, who are you shining for? For who? Ask the sunset, you are brilliant, why are you short? Ask the sunset, ask the sunset, ask the sunset, can you stop and let the light accompany me! Ask the sunset, who are you busy for? Ask the sunset, who are you in a hurry to find? Ask the sunset, you have come and gone, do you miss it? Ask the sunset, who can catch you when you shine like this? Ask the sunset, ask the sunset, ask the sunset, can you stop and let the light accompany me! Please let the sunset meet tonight and never leave again. Let lights, figures, flowers and the shadows of dreams connect us! Let's get together tonight and never leave each other again. Let yesterday, the day before yesterday, last year and the year before last become the past! Let's get together tonight and never leave each other again. Let lovesickness, homesickness, lamentation and sentimentality disappear! Let's get together tonight and never leave each other again. Let tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, this life and the afterlife be together! Who can know why the moon is hazy and the birds are hazy? Life is hard to know, dreams should be hasty! Say what you want to be a branch, say what you want to be a wing bird, because duckweeds get together, but it's a pity that marriage is easy to get old! What is love in the world? Laughing at the fascination of the world and watching many stories in ancient and modern times have long been washed away by the waves! It is not easy to see the hazy bird under the moon, nor is it easy to say goodbye. Relatively speechless tears! It is not easy to get together, it is not easy to leave, it is unpredictable, and it is also a dream! Every day, I ask if I should, ask if I don't talk, and send a message to more lovers, not for sensational drama! Spring has come without news, and it has gone without trace. Send a message to many fans, cherish flowers! There is no reason to send a dream, no reason to think, and it is difficult to miss and avoid a dream.

When you are drunk, you are never drunk, and when you sleep, you never sleep. It's hard to fall asleep when you are drunk.

2. What is Qiong Yao's poem?

I have a Qian Qian knot. When will I get old? When will you make love? I have a Qian Qian knot in my heart.

The knot can't be untied, and the ups and downs are all over the garden. When is this sadness and hatred? Who can know my heart and my feelings? Since the day I entered the heavy door, the wind has been silent and there is no trace of the moon. I just have a knot in my heart. Who is the one who has to tie the bell to untie it? Knowing the uselessness of acacia, knowing the uselessness of acacia, we can't help but understand the suffering of acacia! Ruthless sometimes, oblique wind to Xiaozhu Lake. Ask if you know the situation at this time, lest the dream soul live elsewhere! I have nothing to say, but I hope you have countless good dreams! When the butterfly blooms in Huang Shi, the wound will gather and disperse. I once remembered that before the flowers, * * * said that I was deeply willing.

See Kim again, I have never seen him before, and I miss him all night. Ribbons are woven with one heart and one mind. Ribbons are easy to pair, and people hate to pair.

Don't complain if you want to write a book, tears have already filled the book first! ..... When the plum blossoms are cut open and the spring breeze blows the dream over the top of the forest, magpies also nest, and Yingying is anxious, busy and noisy. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.

The mood at present is too boring. Strange heart, strange banana, strange spring night.

The wind is floating and the rain is falling! How many memories are hard to remember in the courtyard, how many thoughts and grievances are floating in the wind, and how many obsessions are there in the two worlds? After ten years of separation, how many lovesickness, this world may reunite? Listen to Du Fu whispering in the forest: "Go home, go home!" Stream, don't ask me where I come from, don't ask me where I flow. You have your future, and I have my way home. The wind outside the window solidified overnight, blowing up thousands of worries. When people are still in the dead of night, they are also looking for dreams, and they are emotional. The air is filled with infinite tenderness! I am a cloud. I am a cloud. I've been floating around all day, and I've stopped watching. Where is my reward? The wind blew me wandering, the wind carried me flying, and I prayed to stop. Where is my hometown? Floating across the ends of the earth, seeing all the glitz in the world, how much greed and ignorance, how much false separation! Floating across mountains and rivers, watching the ups and downs of the world, how desolate and lonely, how helpless I am a cloud that floats around all day. I prayed to stop. Where is my reward? Seagulls fly in the noise of the bay, and the dusk is boundless. Some people are wandering alone.

Looking around, the rain and fog are hazy, and only seagulls fly. Turn around and sing softly. Where are you going? Tides rise and fall, tides rise and fall, and running water sweeps away time.

Stand still and meditate. Who can solve my madness? Three points of helplessness, four points of desolation, but also a lot of sadness, good dreams are hard to sustain, good times are not long, sentimental and empty. The night is very low and the sea is flying. Where are you going? Turn around and sing softly. Where are you going? I think so. I think so. Where to go? I still remember Qin E-Yang Huachun's desert. Xiangyun blew down the red curtain, red curtain and a dream, and let him float! Frivolity can't resist the east wind evil, the bee yellow butterfly powder is scattered and scattered, and the pool is full, which is simply a castle in the sun! Gathering and scattering have counted raindrops in front of the window and fallen leaves in front of the door. Countless is the track of love, gathering and parting! I've heard the breath of the waves, and I've heard the cuckoo's song. What I can't hear clearly is the whisper of love, and the soul is reluctant to part with it, and the dream is reluctant to part with it! I also asked about the news of running water and the whereabouts of white clouds. I don't know. What I can't ask is the mood of love. I'll say goodbye to you when I see you! There is a boat that floats across the southeast, northwest, northwest and southeast.

How many dreams, how many dreams. The boat is beautiful, the dream is charming, and it is easy to come and go across the ocean.

When I go to Qiu Lai in spring, time flies, my sight is dim, my dream is broken, and the beautiful boat is no longer brilliant! After the storm, wading across the dangerous beach, full of time and suffering, when can I unload this burden? Wandering for many years, short days and cold nights. Where is my refuge? I am tired, I am tired, I am eager, I am dreaming, where is my other shore? I'm tired, I'm tired, where is the shore where I dock? My dream is gone, so is my dream. Where is my refuge? "rosy clouds fly all over the sky, fishing sails are dotted, seabirds fly, and the waves are noisy. I cherish this beautiful scenery! The sky is full of rosy clouds, the setting sun is round, tonight has passed, and there is tomorrow. Cherish the time and seize the youth! Ask the sunset, since you rose, why did you sink? Ask sunset, how many joys and sorrows have you seen? Ask the sunset, who are you shining for? For who? Ask the sunset, you are brilliant, why are you short? Ask the sunset, ask the sunset, ask the sunset, can you stop and let the light accompany me! Ask the sunset, who are you busy for? Ask the sunset, who are you in a hurry to find? Ask the sunset, you have come and gone, do you miss it? Ask the sunset, who can catch you when you shine like this? Ask the sunset, ask the sunset, ask the sunset, can you stop and let the light accompany me! Stream, don't ask me where I come from, don't ask me where I flow. You have your future, and I have my way home. -"Hurry, hurry" It is not easy to dream, and it is not easy to say goodbye. Relatively speechless, tears streaming down her face.

It is not easy to get together, it is not easy to leave, it is unpredictable, and it is also a dream.

3. All the ancient poems in Qiong Yao's novels

Misty Rain —— From Ouyang Xiu's "Holy Worry-Free": The bead curtain rolls, and the dusk clouds are sad.

The weeping willows lock the brothel, the misty rain is picturesque, and the breeze blows on the face. Fragrant fragrance breaks Jinping's new parting, and people are free in early autumn.

How many old romances and new hatreds, books and dreams. The blue sky is cold and smoky-from Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering: Blue sky and yellow leaves, autumn waves are cold and smoky.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. "Full Moon in the West Building" and "Caring for the Heart" —— From Li Qingzhao's A Cut of Plum: Lotus Fragrance and Jade Death.

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Wind in the Wind —— From Cold Food Night by Han Wo, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: It is extremely cold and windy, and Xiaomei is snowy and apricot red.

Late at night, the oblique swing rope hangs quietly, misty and rainy, and the prospect of the pavilion is blurred. There are many poems that contain this sentence. I can find Niannujiao. Wen Zhiming's Mid-Autumn Festival and Li Bai's Eight Poems in the Palace. The health fault of Nalan Xingde: Nian Nujiao. Mid-autumn moon is full of osmanthus flowers. In the first month, the streets are full of flowers, and the night is as cold as a shower.

The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is dying, the view is awkward, and the song is boiling.

First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds. I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went.

Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy.

Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui. There are eight lines of music in the palace, one of which is Xiaojinwu, and Ying Ying is purple.

Baoji puts mountain flowers, and Dianthus embroidered Luo clothes. Every time I leave the palace, I often walk back with the steps.

I'm only worried about singing and dancing and turning into colorful clouds. The health inspector is melancholy and colorful, and the blue sky knows what.

Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia. It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words.

Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain. "Deep Courtyard"-from Feng Yanji's Magpie Tread in the Southern Tang Dynasty: (This word is considered to be Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian in many books.

Maybe it's preconceived. I always thought it was Feng Yanji's. So far, I haven't understood the real author. "Step on the Magpie" and "Dead Hua Lian" are the same epigraph. ): How deep is the yard?

The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Water Side —— Quoted from The Book of Songs: White dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long.

Swim back from it, in the middle of the water Sadly, the Millennium is still there.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. A few sunsets —— From Yang Shen's "Fairy on the River": The Yangtze River rolls eastward, and the waves wash away all heroes.

Success or failure turns empty: the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet: how many things have happened in ancient and modern times, paid for a joke. Toast flower-from Li Bai's ancient meaning: you make a toast flower for my concubine, and the light bar is not self-attracting, and you can chase the spring breeze, and you can hold it far and loose, and become a household. Who can say it's easy to meet each other on a cliff? The female radish is fragrant, the toast is broken, the intestinal branches are intertwined, the leaves are competing for each other, and the children are flying. I don't know who the root cause is. * * If you know two grasses, the tide is easy to measure-from "

Ren Baoyu hid himself and hung the curtain on it. I'm afraid I'll worry and hate it, but I don't want to say it.

New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Take a break. If you go back, it will be difficult to stay.

Watching Wuling Spring Festival Gala, the smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.

Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then. Qian Qian's heart knot-from Zhang Xian's "Thousand Years": a few thrushes, and then reported to Fangfei Xie.

Cherish the spring and choose the residual red fold, the rain is light and the wind is strong, and the plum blossom is green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.

Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. The sky is not old, the feelings are hard to get rid of, the heart is like a double screen, and Qian Qian is in it.

After nightfall, the east window is not white, and the solitary light goes out. A Red Bean —— Excerpted from Wang Wei's Acacia: When those red berries come in spring, do they flush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

A curtain of quiet dreams-from Qin Guan's Eighty-six Sons: leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hating like grass, the shovel still exists. After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red.

There is no reason for heaven and graceful demeanour. Jathyapple has a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles gentle. However, the direction and pleasure gradually followed the running water, and the chords stopped, and the fragrance of Cui Yu decreased.

Like a flying flower, it is late and misty. Just as the pin fell, the oriole sang several times.

Green Water Plants —— Selected from Nineteen Ancient Poems, and Cai Yong's Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes: Nineteen Ancient Poems of Green Water Plants and Willow in the Garden. Yingying is a woman upstairs with eyes as bright as windows.

E-E's pink makeup makes her hands delicate. She used to be a housewife, but now she is a slut. When I am a slut, I can't be alone.

The drinking horses in the Great Wall Grottoes are arranged on the grass beside the Qing River, and Philip Burkart Road is continuous. A husband who is far away from home can not miss him all day, but he can see him in his dream soon.

I saw him by my side in my dream and woke up to find that he was still in exile. In different counties, exhibitions are invisible.

Mulberry withered until the wind came, and the sea knew the taste of cold. Fellow travelers home, dear, who will tell me the news of my husband?

A guest came from far away and brought me a carp-shaped wooden box with silk and silk letters in it. Tell the boy to open the wooden box and write a letter with a ruler.

What did you say in your husband's silk letter? Talk more about food and you will remember what you look like.

"In a hurry, in a hurry"-from Li Yu's "Hui Huan": Xie Chunhong, in a hurry, had no choice but to come to the cold rain, and the wind came late. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! The moonlight is dim and the birds are singing —— From He Zhu's Jiangchengzi.

In addition, Zhu Ziqing has an essay entitled "Moonlight is hazy, birds are hazy, and the curtain is red with begonia", which begins with a sentence: The painting title is an old sentence. "Moonlight is hazy, birds are hazy, and the curtain is red with begonia" should be the title of one of Ma Mengrong's paintings.

Jiangchengzi and sweet breath slip away quietly from your hibiscus curtain. Cui Yi is heavy.

The painting hall is empty. Steal the date the night before, but meet in a hurry.

When you know where to ask, it is a dream. Sitting in doubt, listening to the wind in the bamboo window.

Step out of the curtain. Without a trace.

It's past dusk, and the bell of the temple building is twisted. Sunset clouds and rain don't come.

4. Qiong Yao's poems about snowflakes

"I don't know if Xia Ting fell today, but people suspect that Hualin opened the door last night." Xie Jin Daoyun's Snow Poems;

"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Tang Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji Wu home;

"Snow is too late for spring, it is a flying flower on the courtyard tree." Yu Zhu;

"Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. They are all strange." Walking on the Beach by Ben Zhong of Luzon.

"The Miyagi Corps returned to Yan Guang and destroyed Fang Qiong during the day." Don's Music Poems in November and December;

"Heaven flies to Qiong Ying, and I doubt Yu Jing." Tang and the director Snow in Los Angeles;

"I will seal him up at all costs." Song Yang Wanli "Looking at Snow";

"I will reward you for Qiong Yao." Snow in silhouette by Qi Ji of Song Xin.

Jade "Thousands of peaks, thousands of bamboo shoots and thousands of stones, thousands of trees and Wan Yun." Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen;

"Open the door, the birds are scattered and a group is lost." Song Sima Guang's Xue Puxian Pavilion;

"Fairy Mountain Yulong is cold all night, and LAM Raymond pear flower is old." Don Lv Yan's poem "Sword painted in the sunny snow";

"Jade butterflies are flying all over the sky, and I don't think the valley will hinder the oriole." Chun Xue of Yuan Hua Una;

"Jade flowers fly in the middle of the night and waves dance next year." Shi's Happy Snow in Hotan.

"Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into lovely branches." Don Gao Pian's Snow;

"Liuhua flew out of the door at dusk and got drunk in bed." Song Lou key "Xie Lin Jing Si He Yun";

"Six flowers fly in front of the door, not to mention before the bottle." Pu's Winter on the Sand in the Courtyard.

Hands, palms and seats are "white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands." Tang Libai ridiculed Wang Liyang for refusing to drink;

"Snowflakes are hard to hide, and the wind is like a knife." Qian Qing Qian Yi's Clouds in Liu Jing on a Snowy Night;

"Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and the pieces blow down Xuanyuantai." Don Li Bai is very popular in the north.

Salt, dust, catkins "The air difference of salting can be simulated, but catkins are not because of the wind." Xie Jin Daoyun's Snow Poems;

"I just saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which is already shocking." Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen.

Rain, crisp, leaves, algae "clouds are as miserable as wrath, and cold dragons fly to dry rain." Tang Lixian used Snow Song;

"Let's try to see some cold piles on the green branches." Pear Blossom by Wei.

5. Qiong Yao's classical poems

Tussah flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a short spring dream and goes like a floating cloud. Who cares about me outside the window? Who am I worthy of love? May a wisp of light smoke come and go! When the drizzle is wet with moss, when the night fog covers the balcony, please open your window, wandering ghosts, wandering around! That wandering soul, eager to return! Ah, when the night rain gets wet with moss and the night fog covers the balcony, please open your window. No one will stop me, I will come back to be with you! I'll be back with you! Life outside the window is sad, the world is cold and the future is infinite.

Drops of tears, continuous tenderness, more infinite sadness. Drink green wine and go to your hometown for the time being. Don't call me crazy.

Laugh today, be sad tomorrow, things change! At the ends of the earth, duckweeds meet, sighing that bosom friends are hard to meet. Singing in front of the mountain, whispering by the water, analyzing my sadness.

I hate Taiwan last night, but it's raining hard tonight, and it's hard to predict how to get together or leave. We know each other, love each other and grow old together! The heavy twilight outside the window is separated by Chongyang. Can you not remember Xiaoxiang? The horizon is a floating blue shimmer, and it's hard to say who died. Where is it? Facing the deep water is the most desolate for Hanshan. I'll rest in my life, and there's no evidence in the near future. What a waste of thinking! Don't crush that petal. Do you know what it says? Don't dislike this light blue, you know it also has a flower "heart"! Don't tell me you don't know it, its name is-forget me! Qian Qian knot in my heart, when will I get old and when will I die? My heart is deep, and there are Qian Qian knots in it. There are many things that can't be solved, and there are ups and downs all over the garden. When should I worry about this and hate this? Who knows my heart and feelings? Since I entered the heavy door that day, the wind has been silent, there is no trace of the moon, but there are many worries. Who is the one who has to tie the bell to untie it? Qian Qian's new lover is in his heart, but no one remembers the past. After a storm comes a calm, drunk as a dream.

It's hard to say when we meet, but I want to live in confusion. My eyebrows are low and there are no more tears. Ask the sunset, since you rose, why did you sink? Ask sunset, how many joys and sorrows have you seen? Ask the sunset, who are you shining for? For who? Ask the sunset, you are brilliant, why are you short? Ask the sunset, ask the sunset, ask the sunset, can you stop and let the light accompany me! Ask the sunset, who are you busy for? Ask the sunset, who are you in a hurry to find? Ask the sunset, you have come and gone, do you miss it? Ask the sunset, who can catch you when you shine like this? Ask the sunset, ask the sunset, ask the sunset, can you stop and let the light accompany me! Please let the sunset meet tonight and never leave again. Let lights, figures, flowers and the shadows of dreams connect us! Let's get together tonight and never leave each other again. Let yesterday, the day before yesterday, last year and the year before last become the past! Let's get together tonight and never leave each other again. Let lovesickness, homesickness, lamentation and sentimentality disappear! Let's get together tonight and never leave each other again. Let tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, this life and the afterlife be together! Who can know why the moon is hazy and the birds are hazy? Life is hard to know, dreams should be hasty! Say what you want to be a branch, say what you want to be a wing bird, because duckweeds get together, but it's a pity that marriage is easy to get old! What is love in the world? Laughing at the fascination of the world and watching many stories in ancient and modern times have long been washed away by the waves! It is not easy to see the hazy bird under the moon, nor is it easy to say goodbye. Relatively speechless tears! It is not easy to get together, it is not easy to leave, it is unpredictable, and it is also a dream! Every day, I ask if I should, ask if I don't talk, and send a message to more lovers, not for sensational drama! Spring has come without news, and it has gone without trace. Send a message to many fans, cherish flowers! There is no reason to send a dream, no reason to think, and it is difficult to miss and avoid a dream.

When you are drunk, you are never drunk, and when you sleep, you never sleep. It's hard to fall asleep when you are drunk.