Clivia poems

Cui Tu of Youlantang

As many people know, the fragrance is just hidden. Since there is no gentleman worthy of admiration, it is not the decline of the country.

The Millennium comes early and the spring breeze comes late. Why don't you be a grass? Fenfu has everything he wants!

Ming Lan Chen Ruyan

In Lansheng Mountain, the fragrance is fragrant. I want to reward the world and move it to the high hall.

Both rain and dew are lost, and the roots are away from home. Although it is love, it is not the right way to raise.

Winter is cold, frost and snow are zero, and green leaves are afraid of carving. If you are in the forest, you will still smell good.

Blue Zheng shoes with baskets.

The bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning. Loyalty is still self-embracing, why fight for the public?

Li Bai in ancient Tang Dynasty

Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed. Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn.

First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?

Guang Fang qun pu Liu Qing Hao

Lansheng Valley is unknown, and I am a guest. Knowing that pure fragrance can relieve filth, I am more sympathetic to the delicate leaf cream.

The roots are dense, the fragrance is fragrant, and the shrubs are shaded in the afternoon. If you want to leave me, I'll read the songs of Chu in front of you.

Guang Fang qun pu Liu Qing Hao

Tears and dew are messy, including wind shadows. The layman can understand this, and look at Ye Sheng and flowers.

Yong Lan Yu Juan Lu Tong

There are two or three kinds of hand-cultivated orchids, the warm wind on the first day and the second day. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know that the fragrance was in the room, and the butterfly flew when I pushed the window.