The grass is sad and green, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is deeply closed.
Silver light is not enough to sing, and books are a few Ye Qiu.
two
The willow leaves are green but not heavy, and a pool of clear water is as clear as the heart.
No one arrived in front of the building a few days ago, and Sophora japonica was everywhere in autumn.
three
Blow people not to think during the day, and manage HongLing under the window alone.
Holding a knife ruler, the bottle fell, and the incense went into the inkstone pool for a few days.
four
The smoke can't be empty, and the ground still contains green grass wind.
There is a little meaning in the chaos of bamboo branches, and flowers in the garden recall spring.
five
Bamboo and grass are withered, and the shadow of the west and the sun support each other.
The low wall is slightly exposed to the high city color, and smoke is painted in the distance.
six
Leaves are falling in this smoke, and the songs of residual birds in autumn are the same.
I mistakenly thought that the peach blossoms were full of green, and the egrets lived in Feng Dan vaguely.
seven
Invasion of Xiao Xiaoxiang wet embroidered towel, the sky is still crescent flowers.
Feel free to look at autumn colors and choose flowers to give to beautiful people.
eight
Small courtyard is like water, moon and autumn, the sky is far away and the window is empty.
There are countless thoughtful books, as you must know, all in my mind.
nine
Nothing is heartless and idle, and loneliness is often sent to Shui Yunjian.
It's ridiculous to talk about autumn waters in South China when there is a moon and no one is there tonight.
ten
The rice is full of cold and yellow, and the fine birds return to the wild pond.
It's good to fall in love with autumn, and sweet-scented osmanthus branches drink incense.
eleven
A leaf in front of the wind greets autumn skillfully, and the dew-scented toad wants to flow.
There were people scrambling to take pictures upstairs, and jose was the first to miss me.
Inscription: Eleven poems of autumn boudoir in Chen Kang, Chongzhen.
Han yun si Lian
The rippling wind relaxes the mood.
Red and green are consistent, and the fragrance floats.
Butterflies flying in the wind
Lotus is exposed in my heart.
Zhang heding
After the rain, the lotus is boundless,
The butterfly has returned to the water to take pictures.
Listen carefully to gossip and understand the meaning of flowers.
How much fragrance is like a cloud
A pillow is cool in summer, and Gui Xiang is around the screen window.
When Jason Wu fell, it sounded like I wanted to find a pair of geese in Zhongtian.
When the dew comes, the bamboo shadow moves, and every time I get a fish tank from the north yard.
Lanting has a long rhyme, but refuses to surrender to Jingqiu!
Who can lend me a cool window? Bamboo shadow is the narrowest.
Tung flowers rustle in the wind, seagulls play in the pond and miss the river.
Maple leaves are exposed, cicadas are singing high, and trees become hollow.
Sincerely, but in the sound of the piano, the strings are hooked with the moon and sent to Uttar Pradesh!
The crane dreams of pity, and the new autumn goes around the country.
The old nymphs, who are not poetic, secretly made a breeze and played a pang.
Drunk pens often chase the sea of clouds and pour thick ink into the three rivers.
The dragon's heart is a dream, and the bright moon overflows my window.
Five laws. Fan Youren's Poems (New Rhyme)
Things are rare,
The south branch is great.
Thousands of needles show pride,
Wan Gao Jie
Keep it fresh,
Chest width has its own knot.
I don't know the belly of a gentleman,
Ken and villains?
The old nymphs, who are not poetic, secretly made a breeze and played a pang.
Drunk pens often chase the sea of clouds and pour thick ink into the three rivers.
The dragon's heart is a dream, and the bright moon overflows my window.
These are all characters in Fan's calligraphy. Can be fan calligraphy.