Sun Chun's Poems

Sun Chun's poems are as follows:

1, tender and fragrant buds just came out of the forest, and Yuling's price is as heavy as gold. Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, endure an inch of Lingyun heart.

2, cut the jade with a long pole, you see that the mother bamboo shoots are dragon materials. It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond.

Dozens of rhinoceros have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, adding a quiet scene to Penghu. There seems to be a lingyun potential when you come out, so it's useless as a Dan ladder.

4, the moss is broken, and the columns are staggered. Layers of brocade are separated and exposed. Straight to the heart, the smoke is getting wider. If you want to know the ancient method, try cutting the phoenix flute.

New bamboo shoots grow in the East Garden, reflecting sunlight and crossing the fence. According to the green, I broke out and saved my life with the green pool. Color depends on the back of the forest, and the line is high and low. But I'm afraid that spring will go and spring will come, and the green will go to myself.

6. There are few people in the bamboo pavilion, and the new bamboo shoots are full of front porch. At first glance, it looked really rewarding, but at first it didn't feel boring. Rows of maids and servants are louder than children and grandchildren. The inspector often carries a ruler, and he is worried about the edge of the washbasin.

You forget to eat and drink when you sing, and you get dizzy when you sit. Rain is wet and wet, and the climate is sunny and warm. When you have time, you will be king, and you will want to get rich. Have you ever seen cattle and sheep with horns? Look at the skin, tiger leopard.

There is still a gap in the accumulation of life, and it is endless in communication. A trustworthy plan, who can convince people with reason. Vertical and horizontal public land occupation, listing hidden roots. Crazy drama through the wall, horizontal strength touch Francisco.

Deep diving is like avoiding chasing, chasing when you are far away. At first, I was surprised that it was in people's way, but I was also surprised when I entered the medicine garden. Germination is soaking-proof, and the cover is not biased. Has been re-invaded, dangerous, not just a short wall.

I'm better than rubble. I plan to cover up Sun Lan. And sigh countless times, I know several times. It doesn't matter who is short or long. I hate hiding secrets outside, but I have many programs in China.

I have to go back for a while and ask for help. There is no doubt that intensive competition is blocking the door. Ge's spearhead was smashed and the snake head was lifted. Women are timid in choosing materials, and children are crazy in their dreams.

Hou sheng came to comfort me, and the poem was shocked. What belongs to peace will be exhausted and groan to the sky.

7. One night, the old root started in the spring thunder, and the smoke was thrown out of the stream gate. Young Chuanlong often looks back and recognizes several generations of green grandchildren.

8. Bitter bamboo shoots in Nanyuan are more delicious than meat, and Ganlong said it was unfair to collect them. It's even worse to bother you. Tomorrow the wind and rain will turn into bamboo.

9, don't blame the mud late, only know the frost. It thundered last night. Please come to Hualong Branch.

10, bamboo shoots newborn calf horn, fern bud new children's boxing. It's February in Jiangnan, picking wild vegetables and cooking fragrant rice.

1 1, the old bamboo in Nanshan leads the whip and adopts the green jade fragrance with new buds. I have forgotten the taste of meat for several years, and I have tasted it with you in a small pot.

12, slowly unearthed non-race, branches and leaves are hard to lose. Because of karma, I was born here and I grew up with him.

13, good taste is beautiful, and rhyme is better than wine snail. Laugh at yourself and be greedy, but don't ask for new bamboo to go through the forest.

/Mr. kloc-0/4, a hoe on the ridge brings rain. The fence must be mended, but Uncle Weng doesn't know about the young dragon.

15, since the death of solitary bamboo and barbarian, who once picked the door in Qingming, but this gentleman has no vulgar rhyme, and the flavor belongs to his grandchildren to this day.