Huang tingbing

Huang tingbing

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Huang tingbing, whose birth and death are unknown, was named Shuangxi. Scholars of Song Dynasty, complete Song Ci includes six poems, such as jielianhuan (zhahan curtain).

About the poet

Huang tingbing, named Shuangxi, was a poet of Song Dynasty.

Works of poets

"Jielianhuan" is a cold curtain. Worry about the lantern is knot, but also light down. Make thin shadow, bottle plum tip, for whom to wear long head, always new calyx. From ancient times to the present. It's hard to trust others. Pan Lang temples green, do pay Yansheng, several lonely. Bian Chen's old park on the twilight river. Remember to carry the cup on the fold, smoke green is still weak. Wen Guo but, Song Xi Yin Dynasty, asked when the way of heaven, Su Xian re grasp. Think Wenji, near more bitter, cloud clothing thin. Waiting for more, trying to find the dream, dream back more evil. "Travel in memory of the past" when the plum blossom and yellow rain pass by, leaning on the floor and dancing with the willows. Dark green know who change, like smoke thick fog thin, look at the eye slant harm. In the past, people painted countless bunting, which was introduced into Hengtang. Cut the cattail finely, reopen the red stamen, lazy to the cup. Desolate. In the old tourist area, he reduced LAN Cheng by Fu, and then retired from Zhou Lang. Always Miss Fang Chen, read screen deep static, ice mat streamer. Feng Jian tries to write a new sentence. And the head of the city was faint, and the angle was broken with the wind, and the light was yellow. "banquet Qingdu" falling leaves peeping eaves language. The wind curtain is thin, and you hate countless. Toothpick tired exhibition, silver cylinder fine pick, quietly back to travel. It is said that the pavilion is too long, and the rain is even stronger. In recent days, who cares about the dancing sleeves and the snow. at that time, the green thread was blowing flowers, and the east city was embroidering the road. What about the double swallow. Xiangluo spit Bi, eye yarn printing powder, very good reason to see. Lanqiao Town, separated from the dream of Fang, read the ode of riding province and sorrowful autumn. To rely on the appendix, or meet Bin Hong, kindly send. The king of Lanling is weak in catkins. Blowing all over the setting sun courtyard. Outside the swing, countless boats, green water melting with the city. Streamer diffuse dark sense. Gu que. Yinghu calls yannuo. Happy to travel to, are in a dream, butterfly Pianpian Du curtain. Who asks about leisure. And pink over the new shoots, red off calyx residue. The east wind is evil. Pity the rhyme in the empty, Jianrong steal change, qingzhouzhu partial duruo. Old friends are half lonely. Wandering. The town is like yesterday. Read jade finger frequency play, tears also Pavilion. The solitary lamp is dim and the cloud is thin. But suddenly speechless, hate deep who trust. Where is the Ming Dynasty? The night is getting shorter. Listen to the painting. "The cold of the small window" I'm staying in malintang. I'm still looking for old traces. It rains late in autumn. The remnant banana is reflected in the bamboo, and the Bixin is secretly exhibited. Remember meeting, painting Hall banquet open, flower shadow into the curtain at the beginning of volume. In the past, silk and nylon have been tried, and things follow Hongyuan. It's sad. Where is the limit. Material plain fan dust deep, blame e green light. The palace of the Qing Dynasty is beautiful and full of moss and notes. Ask low wall, double willow still exist, when Yan candle Pro cut together. But gazing, counting the distant peaks, spring is as green as dye. . It's easy to attack the horse bridge and the boat. Who knows Su Xiao at that time. Raise flowers and fight grass. Ren Bo bathes in the setting sun, and the floc is lost in Fangdao. At the end of the song, dai'e was afraid to return early. Beijing dust clothes easy to dye, old travel with the fog scattered, new hate is difficult to show. Swallow leaves, pear leaves, how much spring is left. The eyes are full of silk. Material with horn incense pin, fan Yin talk. Leaning on the swing, the clouds and the sky are far away.

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