If I were Di Qing in another year, I would report to Taohua.
That's not why I like chrysanthemums,
This flower is even more flowerless
Over the years, flowers have made us cry.
Lonely birds sang their sorrows.
composed
How many times have you looked at me and played the flute in Bian Mei under the ancient moonlight? Arouse jade people, whether they are cold or crawling. He Xun is old now, but he forgot the words of the spring breeze. But the strange flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao mat. Jiang Guo was speechless and sighed away, and the snow began to accumulate at night. The green statue is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and unforgettable. When can I see it?
Sparse shadow
Moss branches are decorated with jade, and there are small bluebirds, and the branches stay together. When the guests meet, the fence corner is dusk, and there is no words to lean on the bamboo. Zhao Jun disliked Hu Shayuan, but secretly remembered the north of the Yangtze River. He wants to come back on a moonlit night and turn this flower into an orphan. He still remembers the old story of the deep palace, where the man was sleeping and flying near the moth green. It's like a spring breeze. No matter what Ying Ying is like, he has already arranged a golden house to hide his charming.
Twenty ancient poems of flowers, birds, fish and insects.
one
The beautiful shadow welcomes the warm sun, and the red makeup is graceful and fragrant.
I advise you to cherish the spring scenery and live up to the red dot of the east wind.
two
The colorful flowers passing by are all shadowy and red, and they bloom like brocade.
Zi Gui cried, but his heart was full of blood.
three
Independent west wind is better than yellow, and you can be proud of nine autumn frost.
Fan Fei knows that Yun Fei food is comfortable and Huazi is fragrant
four
The national color is beautiful and illusory, and the brocade is decorated with Sichuan.
Look at Huang Rui, flying;
Smoke, colorful spots.
Beautiful and elegant, elegant and heroic,
Like Qiong Yao, like a fairy.
Ecstasy,
It makes the fragrance pale, but gorgeous.
Dongfeng returns to Zhu Yan.
It's no use laughing at me.
Cherish three springs and ten thousand stems, and come to the bottom of the pen altogether;
A hundred kinds at a time, it is difficult to the end.
Looking for flowers gracefully,
Heroism begets whistles.
Why sigh,
And the fragrance swims outside the universe, and the sky is covered with color.
five
I don't like to spend all my time in the bustling snow, but I am beautiful and red.
Lonely incense can be cut in the dead of winter and dare to stand out against the cold wind.
six
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
seven
When I shed tears, lonely birds sang their sadness.
eight
Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
nine
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
ten
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
eleven
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
twelve
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
thirteen
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
fourteen
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
fifteen
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
sixteen
There are weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset in Wuyi Port is oblique.
seventeen
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
eighteen
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
nineteen
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
twenty
The trees on the west bank of my home are blooming and grinding.