Rebirth Incense Ye Xiaoluan Nan Gezi·Second Leaf Xiaoluan Rhyme and Posted together
The night is light and the fragrance is sparse, the wind is clear and the water is flowing. When the time comes, the flowers are raining down the river, and it’s that year’s new moon that I can see with my pillow on the clouds.
The solitary bell on the white wall is quiet, the light quilt is dawning and the dream is cold. Who is so sentimental? The thrush is bent, and the cold magpies are still climbing on the sycamore branches in the deep courtyard.
Note: Ye Xiaoluan (1616-1632) was named Qiongzhang and Yaoqi. A native of Wujiang (now Wujiang, Jiangsu) in the late Ming Dynasty. His father, Ye Shaoyuan, was a Jinshi of Tianqi and the head of the Ministry of Government and Industry; his mother, Shen Yixiu, also named Wanjun, both worked in poetry and lived in seclusion in Fenhu. Xiaoluan is the daughter of Ji, with beautiful appearance and good at poetry. At the age of 4, he recited "Chu Ci", and at the age of 10, he was able to make wonderful couples. At the age of 12, his hair covered his forehead, his body was slender, and he was as beautiful as a jade woman. He went to Jinling with his father and taught him how to chant, and he was able to write poems with many beautiful lines from then on. At the age of 14, he was able to play chess, and at the age of 16, he was good at playing the piano, which was clear and pleasant to listen to. He is also good at painting, copying landscapes, flowers and butterflies, and is also good at calligraphy. Xiaoluan has an open-minded personality, hates prosperity, loves haze, and understands Zen principles. He relies on his beauty, regards money as dirt, is indifferent and has no demands, and is elegant and elegant, which is what he likes the most. Able to drink, good at talking and laughing, free and easy-going, open-minded, kind and generous. Betrothed to the Zhang family in Kunshan, she died before marrying five days before the wedding at the age of only seventeen (a virtual age). On the seventh day, he was put into the coffin and his body was light. The family thought that the fairy was gone. There is a collection called "Huishengxiang", also known as "Shuxiangge Collection".
Ye Xiaoluan's original jade:
The door is closed, the Yaoqin is quiet, and the window is empty and the scroll is idle. Fragrant mist surrounds half of the courtyard. There are light smoky mangroves in the area and you can see them from across the building.
The clouds are scattered and the sky is thin, and the wind is blowing and the green sleeves are cold. Chang'e's eyebrows are slightly curved. The shadows of flowers all over the stairs are difficult to climb.
"Ten Continents" says: There is a big tree on the middle continent of the West Sea, and its fragrance is fragrant for hundreds of miles. It is called Huihun, also known as Huishengxiang. The spirit of pen and ink is almost immortal and also lives after death, so it is named after him.
Five-character ancient poems? Six poems
Spring Day
The beautiful scenery is beautiful, and the grass in the garden is fragrant. The curtains are shaking in the daytime, and the shadows make the spring flowers shine. Make-up and bun with bright moonlight, cup of gorgeous green wine cup. The Yaochi is definitely not Miao, I would like to say that the bluebirds are flying.
Noonday
At noon on a windy day, people build flowers around Luomen. Swallows flew one by one, skimming the smoke into ripples. The durian buds are red and the bamboo powder is moth green. Picking silk is a bright wrist, and gold cups are full of fragrant millet.
Nine Days? Recent works
On a stormy Double Ninth Day, I climbed up the stairs. The trees in the courtyard are quarreling in the cold, and the chrysanthemums on the fence are full of autumn. Tao Ling's bottle of wine can hardly eliminate eternal sorrow. The sky is full of clouds and shadows, and the sound of wild geese is heard from time to time.
Dawn
The dawn prompts dreams, and light smoke enters the tall buildings. The distant mountains look like mist, and they are bounded by Fangzhou. The clear dew drops on the green grass, and the color and green water flow. Peep the makeup curtains and rolls, and the fragrance floats on the clothes. Listen to the orioles singing and the willows complaining, and watch the butterflies dancing and the flowers sad. Today spring is dawning, and the spring breeze is still lingering.
Poolside
The cool breeze blows on the light jacket, lingering in front of the pool. The flowers on the fence reflect the sun's hair, and they are graceful and fragrant. The bright mirror of clear waves illuminates my secluded thoughts. My thoughts are in the sky, and I can do whatever I want. But I'm afraid that time will be too late, and we will shed tears when we look at each other. If you try to pick hibiscus flowers, they will turn out to be like hidden mushrooms.
Autumn Wild Geese
The west wind is strong and the weather is calm, and the trees and grass are floating yellow. The soldiers held back their tears and followed the geese back to their hometown. I don’t have a dream of Liaoyang, so why fly into the vast sky? All of them have sealed the book and want to go to Yaotai. Send it to the Queen Mother of the West and give me gold and jade pulp. One breath gives birth to Qiongyu, and I fly with you.
Seven-character ancient poems? Seven
Thoughts in the mountains? Pseudo-Sao style
The mountain atmosphere is deep and silent, and the dangerous mountains are vast. There are long pines leaning on it above, and the coolness of ancient streams below. Looking down at the flat foothills, looking into the distant valleys. Flowers bloom on the water, and huts bloom on the edge of the cliff. The gentle wind rustles the fallen red leaves, and the lush grass reflects the vast distance of green roses. The nameless green grass is wet with white dew, and the withered vines are hanging on the lonely nest of Zigui. The closed stone room is where you play the Yaoqin, and the forest house is dense and dark. Cong Gui is full of melancholy and melancholy, and I miss you sadly.
Chongwu? Jisi, fourteen years old
The paulownia curtain is misty and the sky is clear, and the day shadow is a curtain of thick grass in the courtyard. The picture on the fan is green with the mandarin ducks of the Qin girls, and the amber red with the wine-dropping orchids. The gold hairpin is embroidered with a tiger, and the hairpin is decorated with pistils and pistils. Orioles and purple swallows are whispering beside the mat, and the cool breeze is blowing from the marsh lotus and hibiscus trees. At this time, Luo Qixiang was sweatless and her song was not over yet.
My loving relatives ordered me to compose a song for the four seasons
Spring
The spring rain is faint, the flowers are dim, and spring is everywhere in Jiangcun.
Half the garden is full of fragrant grass and thick smoke, and a pear tree is wet with pollen marks. Birds are singing several times, and the east wind is blowing at dawn. The butterflies fly in the east wind in search of fragrance, and the new orioles are still astringent in their desire to talk. It's even more pitiful on the street and on the embankment, where cars and horses gather together. The curtains of high-rise buildings are opened, and falling flowers and flying catkins blow in with the wind. It's even more sad to have elm money all over the place, but it's hard to buy Dongjun for ninety. I folded the flowers and put them in the vase, as if I was afraid that the spring light would hide them away.
Summer
People are rising all over the ground in Sophora japonica, whispering in the water and turning purple in the wind. During the day, there are only the cries of orioles and the fragrance of green onions and fragrant chilies. The lotus flowers in the pool are full of flowers, and the jasmine in front of the curtain contains ice pistils. The banana leaf breeze reflects the gallery, and the gallery is surrounded by mandarin ducks and rhizomes. Hibiscus flowers are falling on the lonely branches, and people are playing chess quietly in the blue window. When I dreamed back, the jade pillow on my pillow felt cold, and my embroidered bed and fan were as clear as water. Zhulan leans against it tiredly. There is a lot of evening wind, and the sunset is as bright as the sunset. Gradually, I see the new moon hanging on the branches, and I have been picking lotus songs across the pond.
Autumn
The Milky Way is dim and flowing with fireflies, and the resentful insects cry out the autumn dew. Wherever the sound of the anvil is pounding the boudoir's clothes, the night is miserable and the cold rabbit is weeping. The west wind is bleak, the vines are withering, and the lotus flowers are still fragrant. The wefts and weaves across the windows are even more damaged, and the wu leaves on the silver bed destroy the yellow feathers. The idle clouds come and go leisurely, and asphalt and moss rain drops in the empty courtyard. The lonely willow smoke disappears with the rain, and the wet moon cages the fragrant osmanthus trees. The osmanthus shadows on the steps are not rolled up, which hurts the autumn people leaning on the railing at dusk. Xiao Xiaofeng leaves are falling in Wujiang River, and there are many clouds in Xianghong.
Winter
At dusk, the sound of drums was first heard, and the heavy curtains were filled with coldness and sadness. A solitary wild goose was startled in the middle of the night, and thousands of forests were woven with frozen clouds. The sound of the flute blows the wind from the garrison tower at dawn, and the fishing boats are cold all over the country of reed flowers. It's black and mute, it's cold and it doesn't fly, the shadow of plum blossoms is thin by the west window. Tiansun cuts ice to make Yao flowers, and the beauty is dyed with the color of green mountains. At dawn, I finished putting on makeup and looked through the curtain. The golden bottles were still afraid of the cold. After a sip of wine from a golden bottle of white snow, the jade mountain is slumped and weak. I still think about this day, when people cry, the young woman sheds yellow tears and sighs.
Brother Yunqi used a painting fan to inscribe this title
Spring comes and everywhere is filled with fragrance, and the flowers on the lonely mountains are flying in the water. The color of the water is like a bright spring moon mirror, and the flowers are as bright as a beauty's clothes. Zigui cries and no one is around, and butterflies fall all over the mountain. Although the blue sky is unreachable, I can only see the gentle flow of the river. Outside the river, there are several heavy songs in the cloud mountains, and the red cliffs and green cliffs are covered with velvet. The peach blossoms are raining in the faint mist, and the wind is blowing in front of the dense fragrance. The sound of the pines can be heard in thousands of valleys, and there are secluded people and osmanthus boats moored below. I whistled loudly on the side of the mountain and watched the green peaks. I lay down and watched the falling flowers on the rocks. The stone screen beside the Shenchen River is open, and the hairsprings are covered with green moss. The blue sky hangs upside down thousands of feet, and the silence in the deep mountains is so secluded. The white clouds have been there for eternity, and I sit alone and my heart wanders about them. Rouge water flows out of the front stream, which is suspected to be coming from Yulang's ferry.
Twelve five-character poems
Reminiscing about my father’s capital
The wind and snow have made me sick, and the mountains and rivers separate Shangdu. Xiang Shukong is heading north, Hu Ma is driving south. There are old water shields and perch on the river, and drums and horns are sounding at the top of the city. How can I look back and see the white clouds alone for thousands of miles.
Autumn Village Ju Cifu's rhyme composition
Sparse the smoke cage and draw foil, sweep the path to drink pine mash. Picking up the green leaves is still pity for the grass, but the autumn red leaves no room for the peaches. The flowers are low and the sun is warm, and the birds are chirping and complaining about the high wind. The golden emblem plays on the green water, and the Qing Dynasty business tune is flowing.
Second
After lingering and putting on makeup, the meandering Qi Qi opened. The sun is still and covered with clouds, and the fragrance of clothes covers the feather cup. The rain scares away the remaining leaves, and the wind brings cool dawn. Several hibiscus flowers are reflected, and their appearance is very beautiful.
Third
The small courtyard is covered with sycamore trees, and the silver bed is indistinguishable in color. The heavy curtains lock the moon deeply, and the open pavilion is filled with flying clouds during the day. The pink barrier is worthy of being photographed, and the quiet flowers are like a group of smiles. Sit quietly as the incense burns away, and smell the light rain through the curtain.
Fourth
Ancient pines lean on the stone wall, and people stand beside green roses. The flowers are blooming, and the floating clothes are more colorful. The sealed book urges the northern geese, and the cold moon hangs in the southern sky. I tried to look towards the corridor, but the shadow of the railings was biased.
The fifth one
The palindrome worries the weaver woman, and the golden scissors recall her husband. The girl's dream is really worth crying, but the country song only fills the journey. Xiaoxiao looks at the fallen leaves, and the wind is cold and windy. Chanjuan guests come thousands of miles away, reflecting on the vast jade lake.
Part 6
The fragrance last night penetrated the curtain, and I leaned against the flowers at dawn. The osmanthus is tender and the sandalwood is tender, and the lotus is fresh and dry. The clear makeup reflects the autumn water, and the fragrant sleeves reveal the cold weather. Don't ask about the coldness of the Cangjiang River. The scenery in the secluded courtyard is too slow.
The seventh one
The water is quieter, and the Hunan hook is more secluded. The embroidery is fragrant and the grass is warm, and the sun sets after I finish writing. A fan with a round fan talks about complaints, but two moths can't relieve the sorrow. Thinking of Qin Nongyu from afar, there is a flute tower for thousands of years.
Eighth
The autumn air is sadly shaking down, and the pure heart is indifferent. The bamboo shoots are combing through the daylight, and the water is washing the green hills. The flowers in the mirror are always dawning, and the scent of incense is leisurely. Where can I send my deep feelings? They are far away in the blue sky.
On a sleepless autumn night, I remember Sister Huici
The night is rustling, and the breeze rustles the bamboo shoots.
The tung trees on the threshold urge the leaves to fall, and the willows on the bank weep and float. The insects are noisy in the cold building, and the lamps are dim and the fire is extinguished. We were playing chess to say goodbye, and the wind and rain continued all night long.
Autumn night occasionally creates two rhymes in the village house
The house is next to the Qingjiang River, with apple blossoms on both sides. When the weather is cool, I often listen to the trees, and when the moon is full, I feel uncomfortable with the clouds. The waves are far away and the fishing can be hidden, and there are several groups of wild geese on the sand. The cries of Luowei are heard in front of the steps, and anvils and pestles can be heard through the forest.
Second
Where the haze passes far away, there are graceful gulls and birds. The stream and woodcutting road are cut off, the mountains are wiped by the sunset. Dark autumn cloud thoughts, Xiaoxiao twilight rain sorrow. The west wind makes me feel refreshed, and I arrive at the makeup store overnight.
Seven-character poems? Six poems
Early spring is red when the plum blossoms are folded until they bloom
The shadows of the curtains reflect the late night, and the sun shines on the pond as if it is frozen. The princess's forehead is painted with plum blossoms first, while the beauty's willow trees have not yet drooped down her waist. The embroidery on the screen window is cold and there are remaining threads, and the fragrance of the Qige is wrapped around the painted silk. I would like to ask the servant about the fragrant grass color and green cloud strips growing in front of the steps.
Sister Zhaoqi returns to prevent the wind from coming
The cold furnace has used up all the embers and is reddish, and the desert river is filled with clouds and the sky is blue. Farewell is like a thousand-mile moon, and return is full of sadness. The three spring days are spent with flowers and flowers on my side. In my dream, I am frightened at my temples. The rain and snow are filling the window but have not cleared up yet, we will definitely shake hands at the same time.
Feelings of ambition at dusk in autumn
The sails returning from Yuanpu bring the setting sun, and the sound of a fishing flute crosses the Hengtang. The shadows of the sparse poplars and thin cicadas are swallowing, and the wind of grass and millet is low and the birds are busy crossing. Looking at the Yunshan Mountains from the north, it feels like a pile of sorrow, and the day and night flowing eastward seem like sorrow. At this time of depression, Chaimen is silent, and my eyes are completely flat and my heart is broken.
In the autumn of Gengwu, my father sent poems to his mother and two sisters in Dumen.
We have been separated for a long time, and each of them lamented, and the west wind was desolate. Hometown letters are often sent away with tears, and the return date is often darkened. The cold plum blossoms are falling in the Qiang Yi flute, and the imperial willows are leaning in front of the palace. Hu Ma should leave the fortress today, so he has to comfort Mo Sijia for the time being.
Occasionally see Shuangmei's mother and sister's work
In the past, the west son should have been ashamed to be alone, but today the east neighbor has met Shuang. The sun is shining, the spring is full of sorrow, and I look at the mirror, and the smile is divided into flowers and dimples, and I look out of the window. If he had not picked up the green pearls and came to the Xiang River, he would have left them by crossing the Han River. Was Song Yu passionate? The goddess of Gaotang also surrendered.
Sitting alone in the autumn dusk, do you remember the two sisters? Recent works
The depression is dim and the cold smoke rises. Listening to the mourning alone is even more bleak. All the wooden leaves fell from the wind, and the clouds and mountains fell into the rain. The hair of self-pity fills my temples, and I have no choice but to live for a hundred years. When will I find the road with you and talk about mysteries in the thatched cottage?
Five-character quatrains? Six poems
Spring dawn makeup? Dingmao
Holding the mirror into the clear morning breeze, how can two moths be painted? The hairpin flowers are just about to fade away, and the orioles are singing outside the willows.
Visiting the West Lake? Wuchen
On the side of the embankment, catkins are flying, and you can see the green mountains at dusk. Painting and singing, the water is leisurely and cold.
Wu Chen New Year's Eve
The bamboo path is cold and misty, and the plum blossoms are blooming against the eaves. The setting sun urges the new year to go, and the new year will come again tomorrow.
In the spring of Ji Si, I cried at the grave of Aunt Shen Liu
It is difficult to repay the kindness of ten years, and the heavy spring cannot be heard. The grass is green every year, and there is a solitary grave with a broken heart.
Inscribed on the embroidered fan
The hibiscus blooms in the water, and the kingfisher stands on the branch. If a butterfly takes pity on the wind, it will be filled with fragrance.
Yang Hua? Recent Works
Spring is coming, but the snow is doubtful, sending spring back little by little. How could it be that under the Yao stage, the sweet flowers fly with the moon?
Seven-character quatrains? Sixty-four poems
The day before the beginning of spring
When the cold comes and the seal smoke curls up behind the heavy curtains, I am surprised to see spring beside the plum blossoms. The setting sun has faded away in the remaining winter, and the scenery has continued for no reason for another year.
New Year's Eve
The spring breeze gently blows down the dressing table, and the Xiang curtain is rolled up to wait for the moon to come. There are music and songs to make the jade leak, and plum lanterns are chatting and drinking wine is poured out.
On my grandmother’s birthday, someone embroidered Bodhidharma as a gift.
In the past, Bodhidharma was crossed with reeds, but now I am happy to see the embroidered picture. After nine years of facing the wall, there is nothing left to chew on.
Listening to the flute on a rainy night
It’s boring to just lean on the screen window, and the golden furnace is too lazy to burn the incense. Where can I hear the sound of a flute? The light rain across the curtain wets the plantains.
Send to Sister Zhaoqi
The moon is white and the wind is clear, full of sorrow, but I don’t recognize the depth of love in my dream. If you want to know the infinite sadness, just write a letter diligently.
Noonday
Puyu fragrant amber cup, pomegranate red brocade cloud pile. Outside the Langgan winding corridor, the green shadows and the breeze blow into the sleeves.
The Cow-Songing Girl
She holds the brush in her hand to reflect the bright snow, and takes care of herself in the evening. The two moths have frowned for a long time and resented each other, but now they look at each other and their hatred is at peace.
Second
The clouds in the blue sky are scattered like eyebrows, and the Han Palace has a new green brocade curtain. I'm afraid it's late at night and I'm still awake, and both of them will be sad for the next year.
Sitting in red on the night after Chinese Valentine's Day helps to promote sleep.
The hibiscus on the pond reflects the blue roses, and the twin stars are now separated by the Milky Way. The waiter has not understood the sadness of autumn, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.
Farewell Sister Huici
The years pass by in sorrow, and the soul of dreams does not part with farewell. At that time, the most heartless thing was, the sparse willows and the setting sun were like sending you away.
Second
The remaining leaves on the branches are falling and drying, and the sky is desolate and the wild geese are cold. Feeling farewell but feeling pity for the two shadows on the temples, watching the wind and rain through the bamboo window.
Ten poems about the beauties on the painted screen
The birds are singing and the flowers are falling and spring is returning. Outside the curtain, there is a stand of roses and incense. After the light rain, I paid the waiter to move the peonies to the east corridor.
Second
I left the room at dawn and watched the flowers and trees in the garden. There are many melancholy things in the dark for a long time, so that the spring breeze can be transferred to the east wind.
Third
If you are looking for a female companion to press the Qin Zheng, don’t complain to the flowers. ***Laughing: Chang'e is accustomed to quietness, and the silence of the night makes her more clear.
Fourth
When I was doing some embroidery and walking slowly, I was playing with willow silk on the west side of Liushui Bridge. I can still see the remaining snow on the plum blossom tips, and the apricot blossoms have put their rouge on them for a few days.
Fifth one
The grass is luxuriant by the lake and the mountain, and two or two orioles are flying around the courtyard. The maid played with red beans and taught him to fly to the willow branches and cry.
Part 6
The beauty is idle in the red brocade tent, and the water soaks the plum blossom painting pavilion. The cold wind is blowing and the snow is blowing, and the tall buildings are full of women complaining about the mountains.
The seventh one
The snow in the courtyard has just disappeared, and half of the moon has disappeared, and the light ripples of the moon are flowing. The beautiful woman is leaning against the cold, and she is sad every day at two o'clock in the spring.
Eight of them
Panana dripping beside the curved railing, girdled with shallow hatred and deep affection. A wisp of cigarette smoke brings a thousand wisps of sorrow, which brings spring and rain in my heart.
Nineteen
Sitting alone in a small bamboo mat in a quiet house, the fragrance of crape myrtle warms the curtain. The heavy waist and the thin hair on the temples are all fake, only the sentimental Song Yuchou.
Ten of them
Last night the weaving rain was over, and the spring disease was forced to look at the flowering branches. Boredom, leaning alone by the lake and mountains, I know that butterflies are flying together.
Also titled the posthumous photo of the beauty
The embroidered ribbon is fluttering in the wind, the evening is cold, and the spring is in the sleeves. It seems to be pity that the flowers and branches are beautiful. I can take a closer look at them with my weaving hand.
Second
The slight autumn waves slip through the shallow spring, and the pink fragrance is haggard and almost innocent. The jade face is the most difficult to touch. It seems to be happy but it is also sad.
Third
The flowers have fallen and the flowers have bloomed, complaining about last year, and the love is a little bit charming. The clouds of the servant girl look like they are hurting the spring, and the sorrowful daisy pity should be in front of the jade mirror.
Following the previous rhyme
Lingbo does not move and is afraid of the cold spring, and after looking at it for a long time, it still looks like a piece of jewelry. I'm just afraid of flying back to Guanghan, but I'm worried that I won't be able to look closely.
Second
If you can bring back the spring on paper, how can you call for truth all day long? I really don’t care about anyone, after all, the flowers and birds are angry when I come.
Third
When the deep red and light green are the most fragrant, you can lean against the clear sky and break through the mist. How is it like the broken heart of a beautiful woman, in front of the begonia and the rainy evening wind?
Granny
A few winter plum trees are blooming on the ridge, and the thin shadows of people in the west wind are wandering. The cuckoo has been sent across thousands of mountains, and the beauty is weeping in the air in front of the mirror.
Palace Resentment
Thousands of royal willow trees are falling, the dawn stars are sinking, the sound of Qiong Pei is cold and the jade dew is invading. Where is the new servant's favorite who sings and sings, and the only teacher group fan complains about the deep autumn.
Border Resentment
The sandy moraine reaches the sky and the grass is dry, and the soldiers of the Eastern Expedition are on guard against the enemy. The sound of the bamboo sticks is heard in the setting sun, and the soldiers' clothes are cold. There are no tears in the book of returning geese.
Boat trip
The autumn water is as clear as the sky, and the apple blossoms on both sides of the bank are setting sun. Only Fengjiang is beautiful in autumn, and the fishing boats are selling fish and drinking wine.
Second
There are light clouds and fresh water, and wild herons and sand gulls bathe in Polygon Island. Willow smoke slants across the ancient ferry, and a fishing boat is seen deep inside the bridge.
Third
The grass is green and the river is green, and the distant trees are faintly planted in the distant sky. In the spring water, the river's sails are in chaos, and the wild flowers greet people with pity.
Fourth
Spring has ended when the yellow bird crows, and the boat carries wine to cherish the remaining flowers. The mountains in the distance are like black waves and mirrors, so it is best to see them in Xiaoxiang paintings.
Ten Plum Blossom Poems
The fairy-like pavilions are exceptionally new, and the smoke is silent and half frowning. The frozen clouds and cold moon seem familiar, there is no spring in the snow but I hate spring.
Second
You can laugh at the peach and plum blossoms in the Western Garden, and use the makeup to beautify the spring beauty. The sparse fragrance alone faces the moon on the branches, and the shadows are dim and slanting in the deep courtyard.
Third
There are some exquisite jade trees in front of the window, half covered with cold smoke in the sunset. Birds are singing, catkins are falling from the branches, and people who cherish flowers are painting the east of the building.
Fourth
The spring scenery is still half late, and the wind and rain are cold and cold. No matter how much the curtain falls, the fragrant soul under the tree should disappear by itself.
Fifth one
The quiet posture can withstand the cold and bloom, sending a message to Dongjun Mo Langcai. The most difficult place to find in the snow, bees and butterflies come back from nowhere several times.
Part 6
But I recall that when Hanzhang nodded his forehead, it was too late to put on makeup on the mirror. I have been so worried recently, as geese pass by in the distance and the branches are covered with snow.
Part Seven
The thin shadows cross the window and the moon shines brightly, and the faint fragrance lingers in the paper tent in the dream. For no reason one night, the flute played in a high building shattered the bamboo pavilion full of Qiong Yao.
Eighth
The sun's shadow is moved onto the railing for the first time, dispelling the east wind's coldness last night. The fragrant traces of the jade halo are not enough, so I can teach you not to blow off the beautiful trees.
Nineteen
Feifei was dressed in the snow last night, not discerning the light of flowers but only the fragrance. The small building that is leaning alone has no one to see, and the branches in the south are as fragrant as the branches in the north.
Ten of them
The pride defies the frost and reflects the blue sky, and several poles of bamboo are cultivated to accompany the tranquility. Every year there is no news from the swallows, who will send the spring letter to Longtou?
Weeping Begonia
It curls lightly with a faint smoke, and several branches lean in front of the curved railing. The style is like complaining that the waist is weak first, and the tears of affection become fresher after the rain.
Lotus petals
A petal of red makeup flows in the water, and I don’t know who the beauty is receiving. Although it is scattered and gone with the wind, it is suspected to be a tour of Lingbo Luopu.
Cut the spring radish
Who can use the gold knife to cut out the red silk to reflect the green silk at the screen window? It's easy to take care of Dongjun. Don't teach Chunyu to be jealous of Chunqiao.
Jasmine
The jade bones contain tenderness and resent the growing sun, and the bright pearls shy away from the setting sun. At night, outside the corridor with the shadow of the moon, the gentle fragrance brings the evening coolness.
Hollyhocks
The jasper branches are covered with falling clouds, and the lakes and mountains are blooming all over. There is no decoration in spring, moxa leaves, durian flowers and crimson gauze.
Mallow
The leaves are like hibiscus leaves, and the flowers are like hibiscus flowers by the hedge. After a fresh rain outside the curtain, the branches vie with each other like bright clouds.
Okra
Who paints the green daisy with goose yellow, and the Chinese forehead is painted delicately to make people hateful. Tan Yun's heart is filled with infinite thoughts, and he turns his eyes towards others and resents the setting sun.
Begonia
The delicate and graceful begonia is fragrant and soft, tender and affectionate. But the west wind is the bleakest, and the heartbreak is still in autumn.
Autumn Peony
A charming branch of peony leans against the railing, not fighting for the spring. It's shameful to learn to give people away to pick them. The autumn wind alone accompanies the chrysanthemums in the cold.
Golden Peach
Try to visit the Xuandu Temple, where the red, white and red colors are very romantic. Unexpectedly, there is a golden stamen, and the palace maid also retires.
Light Bamboo Leaves
If you put the green jianjian and the blue clouds together with the green feathers and skirts. If you sweep the moon shadow in front of the steps, you will be half in the court.
Eight Poems on Bamboo Branches
The stream meanders back to the bank, and the cauliflower blooms where the peach blossoms fall. The clear waves flow day by day, and the spring scenery comes back year after year.
Second
The branches of willows outside the door are green, and the east wind blows the smoke. For no reason yesterday, the flowers were like snow, turning into a few pines at the head of the river.
Third
The grass is as green as smoke, and the flowing water on the flat bridge is gurgling. The wind blows the millet and waves, and the lotus flowers become more beautiful after the rain.
Fourth
There are white gulls flying on Dihua Beach, and there are few pedestrians on the beach at dusk. People come and go, and the sunset often flies by sail by piece.
Fifth
The Banfei thatched house is a wild house, half shaded by green trees. The small boat came and went smoothly without wind, and the lake was full of moonlight to catch fish and shrimps.
Part 6
In autumn, the lakeside is as clear as the sky, and the apple blossoms are swaying in the wind. The fisherman catches frost claw crabs in his net, and the wood door is closed behind closed doors in the dusk rain.
The seventh one
The reeds are like snow and the rice has just been harvested. It is already late autumn when the wild geese arrive. The smoke trees are staggered around the lake, and the wave marks come and go to see off the boat.
Eighth
Nong's house faces a clear stream, and birds are singing in the deep forest every day. When spring comes, flowers fill the fields, and the moon is full and the moon is waning.
A verse? A poem
I heard the sound of Sanskrit at dawn and realized my feelings? A great scholar does not distinguish between others and me, and spends his entire life busy with fame and fortune. When I realize it, my heart is as cold as ice, and I know that musk is the fragrance when I am confused. It’s a pity that Jambudur is so troubled. When will we be able to cross Cihang together?