After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Whose words are these? What do you mean? Does the poet have any other beautiful words?

Liu Yong's Lin Yuling

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat in homesickness is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.

Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

in other words

Liu Yong (987? After-1055), formerly known as trilateral, the word Jingzhuang, later renamed Yong, the word Zhaoqing. Ranked seventh, known as "Liu". Originally from Hedong (now Yongji, Shanxi), he moved to Chong 'an (now Fujian). Grandfather Liu Chong, in the name of Confucianism, and his father Liu Yi, a native of Southern Tang Dynasty, served as assistant minister of the Ministry of Industry after entering the Song Dynasty, and served as supervisor of the empire. When I was young, I lingered in Bianjing and feasted in Chu Pavilion in Qin Lou. Later, it went west to Chengdu and Jingzhao, and crossed Jinghu and wuyue. In the first year of Jing You (1034), he became a scholar, and successively served as the promotion officer of Zhou Mu Yong ying, Yuhangling, the supervisor of Xiaofeng saltworks in Dinghai, the judge of Sizhou, Dr. Tai Chang, and Yuan Wailang, the last official, known as "Liu Tuntian". He lived in exile in his later years and died in Runzhou (now Zhenjiang, Jiangsu). As a bohemian, he was down and out all his life. There is no biography in the history of Song Dynasty, but deeds are scattered in notes and local chronicles. Good at writing poems, "none of them have been handed down to the world, but only moxibustion is used to moxibustion the population" (Volume 8 of Qingbo Magazine). There are more than one hundred and fifty songs in the Collection of Movements. His ci is unique and is known as "the creation of the world" and "Liu's family law". There are three notes in the official language when Xixia returned to the DPRK during the summer vacation: "Anyone who has well water to drink can sing Liu Ci", which shows the great influence of Liu Ci. His ci has a great influence on later poets, Jin and Yuan operas and Ming and Qing novels.

● The waves are full of sand.

Liu Yong

Dream, window, wind, cold light.

It's like waking up with wine and smelling empty steps, and the rain falls frequently at night.

Well, I've been a traveler for a long time.

Negative beauty, how many words of alliance, but also endure, once happy, steep into sorrow.

Extremely worried. On second thought, deep in the bridal chamber, I drank songs several times.

It's hard to get rid of the mandarin duck quilt for a while.

There are thousands of kinds of rain, and they pity each other.

Just now, forever, there is no reason to separate from each other.

I know when, but I support Qin Yun's attitude. I hope to put down my pillow and talk about it in detail. Every night in my hometown, counting the cold, I will miss it more.

● Day and night music

Liu Yong

I remember the first meeting in the bridal chamber.

We've only been together a long time.

When will there be a quiet moment, becoming parting?

The situation is bleak, and it is dusk in spring.

I'm crazy about these eyes and flowers.

I'm afraid of the beautiful scenery, so I'll go home with Yi.

Who can complain about loneliness?

Foreword is always faint.

If I knew it was difficult to fight, I would regret not keeping it.

It is not only natural and upright, but also unique and popular.

If you don't think about it for a day, you will have a thousand eyebrows.

Low operator diffusion

Liu Yong

The maple leaves on the river bank are getting old, the water is dying, and the eyes are withered green leaves.

Chu Xiangke, climb high and look far, just like this yellow flower weather.

Leading to dredging and intermittent setting sun.

In the face of this night scene, my sad embrace, missing people far away, new sadness and old hatred, one after another.

Acacia people are thousands of miles apart.

The two places miss each other's feelings and are separated by Qian Shan.

The rain stopped, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the twelve Qingfeng peaks could not be seen in the distance.

Without words, who will rely on high intentions?

There are ten thousand kinds of books written vertically, but who will give them to Nai Guiyun?

● Brahmin order

Liu Yong

I slept with clothes last night, and I slept with clothes tonight.

Xuan came back, the first shift was over, and he was drunk.

What goes on after midnight?

The frost is cold, the wind is fine, the windows are bright and clean, and the lights are brilliant.

The empty bed is full of memories, and the spring rain and spring dream are hard to continue.

Thousands of miles away, thousands of miles away.

Good weather, mutual pity, no pity.

● Return to Chaohuan

Liu Yong

Don't go to the shore by boat.

There is a rustling wind in the reeds.

Sha Ting Su Yan is flying in the smoke, and the bridge is full of moonlight and frost.

It's dawn.

Yao Lu Mountain is far away, and there are many battles.

People who come and go only paddle, and they are all famous guests.

A look at the countryside closes the barrier between smoke and water.

Turn to your heart and have wings.

Sad clouds hate rain, and the wax remains in the New Year.

Years old, flowers are fleeting.

What are the benefits of wind and waves?

Go home, deep in the jade building, there is a person who still remembers each other.

● Fan Xianyin

Liu Yong

I'm only 15 years old recently. I just started to comb my bun and learned to sing and dance.

The banquet raised a glass, and the Italian prince greeted the Italian son.

If ordinary people often give me a smile, it's my daughter and I don't bother to look at it.

I am often just afraid that time flies on the website and wastes my youth.

Now it has been blessed, make a good decision for the flowers.

Wan Liqing is empty, why not go hand in hand?

Abandon those fireworks partners forever.

Lest you see me in the morning and clouds in the morning.

● Recent love flowers

Liu Yong

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

● Qu Guan Yu

Liu Yong

Yunfei is long, the river is getting late, and the smoke waves are long.

Wangjiang noodles, in the swing, staring?

I am in Beijing, Yingying Fairy. Don't write an inscription.

There is no evidence to break the wild goose. Ran Ran flies down to Tingzhou, thinking of dragons.

I thought to myself, at the beginning, how many people had a good time, but they didn't know it was hard to get together, and they turned into rain and hate clouds.

Stop chasing you.

Every time I climb a mountain near the water, I have a lifetime of worries. I am silent for a long time, but I go downstairs again.

● Broken music

Liu Yong

The reflection of flowers is exposed, smoke and weeds are soaked in blue, and the spirit marsh is warm.

Liu Jin shakes Fengshu, which is a colorful boat and a dragon boat from the shore.

Thousands of steps of Hongqiao, jagged with wild goose teeth, straight into the water temple.

Around the Golden Dike, the fish and dragons are full of eyes, and the clusters are beautiful and the silk tubes are loud.

ⅵ color is brilliant, it looks like it is in the middle, and Penglai is shallow.

See you later.

Phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix.

Two paintings fly lightly and win the gold medal.

After having fun, I sang "Fish Algae" and wandered around.

Don't have a wanderer, each Committee is a pearl, fighting for jade feathers, and returning far away.

Gradually, I feel that the sea of clouds has sunk and the cave is late.

● Gan Caozi

Liu Yong

At dusk in autumn, the lotus is scattered and the pearls are raining.

The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.

There is no companion in the pool because of sadness, only this one, lonely mood!

But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.

● Jin Tangchun

Liu Yong

I fell into a bun and combed it carelessly, worried about being lazy and depressed.

When Chueh-hsin came, he was haggard and his clothes were wide.

I know this crazy idea, and I think it is leisure for others.

Put your face in order, be gentle and lonely, and strive for peace of mind.

I passed the old testament before, and even earned me and stole the cloud.

When do you have to come back? Ge Xiang is very deep.

Waiting for Iraq is like a cloud, lingering in the rain, embroidering, and enjoying it differently.

Ask Iraq as deeply and calmly as possible, and dare to make trouble again in the future.

● Night music

Liu Yong

The frozen cloud is bleak, and the boat is a leaf, leaving Zhu Jiang on impulse.

Across the valleys and rocks, across the depths of the stream.

Angry waves are dying, firewood winds are blowing, business travelers are calling each other, and sails are high.

Pan-painted snipe, dancing Nanpu.

Looking at sparkling wine, clusters of smoke villages and rows of frost trees.

When the sun went down, the fisherman went home.

The defeated lotus flowers are scattered, the willow trees are shaded, the banks are in twos and threes, and the girls are wandering around.

Avoid pedestrians and smile shyly.

Because of this, the embroidered pavilion is lightly thrown, and the waves are hard to stay.

After sighing, what is Ding Ning's basis?

Sadness leaves the bosom, and emptiness hates returning late in the year.

I have tears in my eyes, and I am afraid of Lu Jing Road.

The sound of breaking the rainbow is far away and the sky is wide.

● Calm the storm.

Liu Yong

Now that spring has come, it is green and red, and the heart is like cocoa.

In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk.

Warm and crisp, tired of clouds, tired of combing all day long

Nothing!

When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book.

If I knew, I would regret not locking the carved saddle.

To the phoenix window, only to control the beautiful sound, to teach music to be restrained.

Guard and follow, don't throw or hide, sit with a needle and thread.

And me, so as not to let young people suffer from yin deficiency.

Low complaints closed.

Liu Yong

It's sunny and crisp in autumn, standing on the river floor and looking out.

Clear and distant aquatic light, overlapping sunset mountains and melancholy.

Looking from a distance, I can recognize the broken bridge, the faint fishing village and the lonely smoke at night.

In the sunset.

Zhu Lan took the pulse to recuperate.

Get drunk before drinking.

Trouble is endless.

After dusk, Qiu Guang is old and an old friend is thousands of miles away.

It's cold all day.

● Erlang God

Liu Yong

Thanks.

After sunset and rain, the fragrant dust is lightly sprinkled.

At first glance, the cold wind is cool, the blue sky is like water, and the jade hook is hanging in the distance.

It should be that Xing 'e has been holding back for a long time, catching up with the old appointment and rushing to drive.

Looking around, the darkness in Wei Yun makes the galaxy diarrhea.

Elegant.

You know, this scene is priceless at all times.

Yunqiaosi gave the girl upstairs a needle and lifted the powder to make Yunqiao look good.

Where Chai Jin whispers, in the shadow of the cloister.

May heaven and earth enjoy themselves, every year tonight.

● Ji Xianbin

Liu Yong

Small buildings and deep alleys are wild, and Luo Qicheng is a cluster.

As far as people are concerned, it is the most bug.

Painting is indescribable elegance, and no flower can match beauty.

After a few drinks, the night is long, the honeymoon is warm, and the phoenix pillow is fragrant.

Although it is a paradise on earth, two hearts are the same.

It has been raining recently.

Anger hurts feelings.

Even if you secretly hold a secret meeting, you will be in a hurry.

It is like fighting with Wu Baitou, avoiding teaching to gather Cui and crow red.

At present, the feast is temporarily sparse, and the alliance is even more worried.

Only when you are a real house can you believe that there is an end.

● Qijia

Liu Yong

It's late autumn, and a short rain falls on the courtyard.

The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead.

Sad, Wangjiangguan, Yun Fei dark sunset idle.

What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset.

Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers.

Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, the road is difficult, and the road is so sad. I especially hate hearing the sound of running water from the long river.

At this time, the whine of fallen leaves and the chirping of crickets in the hay are very noisy.

In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year.

Dewdrops in the autumn wind began to get cold, and in the middle of the night, the pain in the chest became worse.

On second thought.

Night is always comparable to the scenery, and I only think about the past.

At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year.

The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day.

In addition, there are many strange friends who linger with the live wine and live songs.

Don't come to the scene like a shuttle, always swimming like a dream, the smoke and water are endless.

Thinking about fame and fortune, haggard and long.

It is those who have fame and fortune that make me so haggard and will fetter me.

Miss the past, leaving residual sadness.

Sobbing gradually, I drew a few corners.

Silent to the window, the light went out and waited for dawn, and the shadow couldn't sleep alone.

● Klang Ganzhou

Liu Yong

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold.

The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings.

Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.

Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.

Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.

Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time?

I want beautiful women to dress up, miss a few times, and return home.

Fight for me, lean on the dry place, I am worried!

● Wang Haichao

Liu Yong

Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people.

Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand.

The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless.

The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.

Thick lakes overlap and are clear.

There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus.

Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus.

A thousand riders have high teeth.

While listening to Xiao Gu's drunkenness, he enjoyed the clouds.

The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.

● Jade Butterfly

Liu Yong

Looking at the rain, the clouds were broken, quietly looking at Qiu Guang.

The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad.

The wind is light, the apple is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow.

Emotional distress.

What is an old friend? There is no limit to smoke and water.

Unforgettable cocktail party, several lonely moons, and repeated star frost.

The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. I don't know where Xiaoxiang is!

Reading Shuang Yan's hard-to-trust letters, returning home at dusk with no knowledge.

Look at each other in the dark.

In the sound of the broken rainbow, the sunset stands.

● Manjianghong

Liu Yong

At the beginning of the yellow rain, Changchuan is quiet, and the sails are set at night.

Near Bird Island, the smoke is thin and the wind is weak.

How many fishermen came to the village in short boats carrying all the lights.

Send passengers, thinking about hurting vagrancy when returning home.

Tongjiang is good, and it disappears.

Waves like dye, mountains like cut.

On the bank of Yanling beach, herons fly and jump.

What's the matter with you?

I have an appointment with Yun Chun in my life.

Go home, a song of Zhong, from military music.

● Driving route

Liu Yong

Red dust and sunset grass, Chang 'an Road, separated from people.

Where the soul is broken, a horse goes west.

Xinqing

The light is brilliant, the light smoke is light and warm, and the flower village is far away.

Road hidden, whip horizontal pavilion.

Worried about life.

Injury Fengcheng Xian, don't go thousands of miles.

I remembered again, my eyes were wet with tears and my face was full of tears.

To coagulate. On bloom, the screen is the most bitter and cold.

If you want to be charming and sleepless, count your fingers.

Tangled. I miss everything. I try to see the whole city.

Embroider the curtain deep in the pillow and say you are attached.

● Youth trip

Liu Yong

On the ancient road of Chang 'an, riding a thin horse slowly, Gao Liu Qiu Chan screamed.

Outside the sunset bird, the autumn wind and the moon are on the original, and the eyes are broken for four days.

Tracing a cloud without a trace, where is the early stage?

The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.

● Youth trip

Liu Yong

Baling Bridge has the best scenery because of the staggered smoke trees.

Weeping willows, after several climbs, gaunt Chu palace waist.

The sunset is idle, Qiu Guang is old, and his thoughts are full of happiness.

A song "Yangguan", heartbroken, alone Lanrao.

● Mazi Zhu

Liu Yong

Lonely base desolate, dangerous pavilion wide, Yan Zhujing.

Hanging rain for female neon, male wind refers to the threshold, slightly annoying summer heat.

Gradually, I feel that a leaf surprises autumn and cicadas sing late.

Looking at the scenery and thinking about the past refers to God's Beijing, not the depths of fog and smoke.

Because new troubles are easy to accumulate, it is difficult to get together.

Stop at the peak of the day.

Won, disappeared, speechless.

Eyes fall, crows are chaotic, and the bleak river is dusk.

The south tower draws a corner to send the sunset.

● Listen to the horse

Liu Yong

The phoenix pillow is draped.

For two or three years, we have known each other like fish and water.

Good weather and good scenery, deep compassion and love, nothing more than sawing and following.

Hey Yi.

Headstrong and fierce.

There's nothing to fry. It's thousands of degrees, so how can you bear to part?

Now drifting away, I feel it is difficult to catch up.

I'm not interested in losing my hair.

I also intend to re-discuss the tender and strive for subversive thinking.

Farewell, I'm afraid of kindness. It was hard at that time.

● Fascinated by God.

Liu Yong

The rocking of a gondola.

Temporarily moored on the south bank of the Chu River.

Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment.

The water is boundless and the geese are scattered.

Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition.

The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow.

Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here.

It's too late to feel tired.

Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes.

Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion.

The grass is wide and the afterglow is full.

There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away.

● He Tianchong

Liu Yong

On the gold list, I lost hope.

How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty?

The wind of failure will eventually go away, will you fight for it?

There's no need to talk about mourning.

A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes.

Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier.

Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them.

And snuggle up to the red and lean on the green, have an affair, and life is smooth sailing.

Youth is a soldier.

Endure the superficial name and sing shallowly!

● Magnolia is slow

Liu Yong

Tear down the rotten tung flowers, drain the rain at the beginning, and wash them clean.

Apricots are burned in the forest, peach blossoms are embroidered in the wild, and the scenery is like a screen.

The whole city, trying to win, suddenly carved the suburbs of saddle ridge. The wind is warm and the strings are crisp, and thousands of families compete to play new sounds.

Yingying, go for an outing and fight grass.

People are gorgeous and likable.

Often go to the side of the road, leaving a hairpin, pearl green.

Celebration, for Kerry, believes that gold has run out.

You will never be able to fight the Ming Dynasty.

● An Gongzi

Liu Yong

The residual rain is collected on the far shore, and it feels a little dim.

Cuitingzhou people are silent, and gulls and herons stand.

What time is it now? The fish lamp is hidden in the shadow.

Stop drawing the language of people in the radial direction and row by row.

Tonight's journey road refers to the smoke tree in Qiancun.