Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

Chapter 57 Tang Poetry and Song Ci Poetry Part [-]

Qingmen leads to spring thoughts

It's warm at first and then slightly cold, but the wind and rain will come later.The courtyard is lonely near the Qingming Festival. I drink wine with the remaining flowers. I am sick again last year. The wind blows me awake at the corner of the building. It is quiet at night.The bright moon and the shadow of the swing were sent across the wall.

Huanxisha

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year.When does the sun set?Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.

Butterfly Love Flower

The chrysanthemum on the threshold is worried about the mist orchid and weeping dew.The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away.The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.Last night the west wind withered the green trees.Climb a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world.I want to send you a colorful note (jia and ruler). Where do you know the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?

break for a while

When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival.There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two orioles are heard under the leaves.The day is long and the catkins are light.The female companion next door to the east smiled cleverly, and greeted her on the mulberry picking path.I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night, but I will win the grass fight today.Smile comes from both faces.

mulberry seeds

Time only helps people grow old, not sentimentality.I have long regretted leaving the pavilion, and the tears on my spring clothes make me wake up easily.The west wind was strong in the sycamore trees last night, and the light moon was dim and bright.Good dreams are often frightening, and there is a sound of flying geese from a tall building somewhere.

Walking on the sand

The paths are red and sparse, and the suburbs are green.The trees on the high platform are somber in color.The spring breeze cannot lift the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by.The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, and the swallows are separated by the red curtains.The incense in the furnace slowly turns on the gossamer.When I woke up from a sad dream, the setting sun shone deep in the courtyard.

Qingpingle

The golden breeze is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling.People get drunk easily when they first taste the green wine, so they fall asleep under a pillow and a small window.The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun is shining brightly.It’s the season when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.

Qingpingle

The small characters on the red paper say everything is fair.The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It’s hard to convey this feeling of melancholy.The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hooks.The human face is unknown, but the green waves are still flowing eastward.

相思

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

Miscellaneous poems

If you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown.

The next day, in front of the beautiful window, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed.

山 中

Jingxi Baishi emerges, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes are wet and empty.

Kong Cui: The mountain color is clear and green.

Quiet night thinking

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

Resentment

The beauty rolls the bead curtain, sitting deep with crests.

But seeing the tears wet, I don't know who I hate.

Jade level resentment

Yujie gave birth to Bailu, and Yejiu invaded Luo socks.

But under the crystal curtain, I gazed at the exquisite autumn moon.

Qiupu song

The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

Yue women's words

A lotus-picking girl from Yexi River returns with a song after seeing a guest.

Laughing into the lotus, pretending to be ashamed.

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain

The birds flew high and the lonely cloud went alone.

Looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Eight Diagrams

The power covers three parts of the country, and the famous eight formations.

The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed by Wu.

Send to Master Lingche

Cangcang Zhulin Temple, the bells are late.

The lotus flower brings the setting sun, and the green hills return far away alone.

Play the piano

On the seven strings of Ling Ling, listen to Song Fenghan.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.

The owner of Furong Mountain staying in the snow

At sunset, the mountains are far away, and the cold white houses are poor.

Chaimen smelled the bark of the dog, and the snowy night returned to others.

Autumn Night Send Qiu 22 Members Outside

Huaijun belongs to autumn night, walks chanting cool sky.

When the empty mountain pine nuts fall, Youren should not sleep.

Liangcheng old man's complaint

In the morning, he is a farmer, and in the evening, he is a swordsman and a gunman.

The blood of father and son looks at each other, and the water of the city is stained together.

Songs under the plug (four pieces)

Eagle Ling Jin Pugu, swallow tail embroidered arc.

Independence promotes the new order, and thousands of battalions call together.

Lin Ancao was frightened by the wind, and the general drew his bow at night.

Pingming looked for Baiyu, but he was not in the stone ridge.

The moon geese flew high and fled in the night.

To drive Qingqi away, the snow is full of bows and knives.

The wild curtain opens up to the Qiongyan banquet, and the Qiang army congratulates and labors.

Drunk and golden armor dance, thunder stirs mountains and rivers.

(End of this chapter)