the autumn flowers are bleak, the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lights are long. I have felt that the autumn window is endless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain! How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Break the autumn window, Qiu Meng green. I couldn't bear to sleep in the autumn, so I moved my tears from Xiang Qiu's screen. Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and hate. Whose autumn courtyard has no wind? Where is the autumn window without rain? Luo Zhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the residual sound makes the autumn rain urgent. Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke yard turned into depression, and it dripped when the bamboo was empty. I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, but I have taught my tears to sprinkle the window screen wet.
Chrysanthemum Poems
Remembering Ju Heng Wu Jun
Looking at the west wind and brooding, when the red reed is white and heartbroken. There is no trace of the old garden in the empty fence in autumn, and the dream of thin moon and clear frost is known.
I miss my heart and go away with the geese. I rarely sit and listen to the late anvil idiot. Who pities me for the yellow flower disease and comforts me to see you again?
Mr. Yihong, a kind of chrysanthemum,
brought his hoe to the autumn nursery, so he planted it in front of the fence. I didn't expect to live through the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.
there are thousands of poems about autumn songs, and a glass of wine is drunk. Fill the spring with mud and protect it, so that you can know that the well diameter is dust-free.
For an old friend of Chrysanthemum Pillow Xia
It's a pleasure to play the piano and think about wine, and a few cases of Tingting adorn you. Every other seat is divided into three paths, and the book thrower is facing an autumn.
The frost clears the paper account to bring new dreams, and the nursery is cold and the sun sets to reminisce about the old days. Proud of the world because of the same smell, the spring breeze is not stay for a long time.
Painting a Chrysanthemum, Heng Wu Jun
I don't know how crazy I am in my spare time, so it's a contest between Dan and Qing. Gather leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few scars of frost.
a light touch of god will reflect the wind, and the fragrance on the wrist born in autumn will escape. Don't admit that Dongli is idle, and stick to the screen to chat to comfort Chongyang.
I'd like to buy a bottle of chrysanthemum and banana.
It's busy for fence planting every day, so I'll take a break to recognize the makeup in the mirror. Chang' an childe is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is an alcoholic.
The short temples are cold stained with dew of three paths, and the kudzuvine root incense is dyed with cream of nine autumn. When you are in high spirits, clap your hands and laugh at the roadside.
Chrysanthemum Dream Xiaoxiang Princess
It's clear in autumn by the hedge, and it's not clear with the clouds and the moon. To be immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back on the past and find Tao Lingmeng.
when you go to sleep, you will die with the geese, and when you wake up, you will be annoyed. When you wake up, you complain to whom, and the grass is cold and the smoke is infinite.
Interview with Childe Juyi Red
Take a leisurely trip while the frost is fine, and the medicine in the wine glass is Mo stay for a long time. Who planted it in the month before the frost, and where to worry about the fence outside the threshold.
wax bricks are loved from afar, but cold songs are not enjoyable. If the yellow flower shows mercy to the poet, don't hang the rod head today.
An old friend of Chrysanthemum Pillow Xia
It's more expensive than gold from another garden, and a cluster is shallow and a cluster is deep. Sitting on the side of the fence, sitting on the head, kneeling in the cold fragrance.
Counting is even more arrogant. It seems that only I have a bosom friend. Qiu Guang wasted time to live up to his expectations, so it was better to cherish every inch of yin.
Chanting Chrysanthemum to Princess Xiaoxiang
Rogue poets and demons are unconscious and encroaching, and they go around the fence to drown their voices. The pen contains the wisdom to the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the fragrance of the story of the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, and it is said that who will tell Qiu Xin. One from Tao Lingping Zhang, the eternal high wind said today.
Ask Princess Chrysanthemum Xiaoxiang
If you want to know about the autumn love, you will murmur and knock on Dongli. Who hides when you are lonely and proud, and the same flower is late at the end?
Why is the frost in the garden lonely, and can you miss Hong Gui's illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it?
Ju Ying pillow Xia's old friend
Qiu Guang has a lot of overlapping, and dives into three paths. The window is separated by sparse lights to trace the distance, and the fence screen breaks the moon and locks exquisitely.
cold fragrance stays as the soul should stay, but frost seal is empty. Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it, and you can't recognize it with your drunken eyes.
Canju banana leaves the guests
Dew cream gradually pours again, and the feast is just past the light snow. There is more fragrant gold in the pedicle than in the branches.
Half-bed falling moon flies, and the cold cloud in Wan Li is late in yan zhen. Autumn wind knows goodbye next year, and it's time to break up.