To whom does Yao Huang owe her prestige? There are no plums and cherries.
South, middle and spring are different, with kapok all over the city.
Chen qinggong's voice in kapok song
On the day of crossing the Yangtze River in February and March, Wanshu bloom.
It's like Yao shooting at the sea on the 10th, more like the Wei Palace high platform surrounded by tens of thousands of torches.
Cover it like a bell, like a knight, and Xiong Xing with red petals has horns.
How can a good hero with a thick beard and a big face fall down with a high crown!
Later, Liu Tang became famous, while peaches and apricots were ashamed and frivolous.
Judy Sinatra, who owns this flower?
Nesting birds must produce Chu, and falling flowers must turn into coral trees.
During the five ridges year after year, northerners can't see Zhu Yan.
I want to fly to the world, but I don't want to be cold.
Fusang has been destroyed for a long time, and this flower celebrates the sunrise alone.
Song of Ancient Kapok in Nanhai Temple: Ming Qu Da Jun
In front of the Nanhai Temple, there are more than ten oldest plants, which were born in Zhu Rong last February and are full of flowers. There are thousands of visitors with phosgene on their faces.
Ten-foot coral is kapok, and its red color is fresher than the morning glow.
The trees in Tiannan are all bonfires, not as pitiful as Panzhihua.
There are more than ten trees in front of Nanhai Temple, and there are flowers in Zhu Rong.
Candle dragon holds out a golden plate, and the fire phoenix nests into crimson feathers.
When you receive incense, you will stand up and spit, and you will drink flower milk one after another.
The majestic Gu Gan is contending for the plate, while bloom has no leaves.
White butterfly cocoon with branches, hibiscus sand with red sauce.
I was ordered by Yanzhou Mei, and the sun became a bumper harvest.
"Zhaohui Road Middle" Liu Song Kezhuang
Chunshen will never see Yan Hua again,
White sand is extremely visible between yellow hairs.
Some trees have been red for a long time,
Jurenyun is kapok.
Tang Bai Juyi, a newly made silk dress with feelings and songs.
The corrugated coat is newly made, and the silk is soft as cotton, even and light.
In the morning, I like to sit in the sun. In the evening, I should travel in the snow.
Crane has no reality, kapok cold exists in name only.
Banquets often sigh until late at night, lying quietly and sleeping until dawn.
People are too cold to be saved, so it's no good being alone.
I miss farming and mulberry in my heart, but I hear hunger and cold in my ears.
Let Daegu grow and build Luoyang City with you?
Tang Huangfusong in Zhuzhici
Betel nut flowers sing, male flies and female flies.
Kapok hangs low, and flowers are waiting for Lang to return.
Lotus is United as one, and flowers should be worn when they invade the eyes.
Candles and tears are red in the banquet, and acacia and peach stones are the same.
It's much harder to chop lotus seeds when the wind blows and waves cut.
Peach blossom at the top of the mountain, apricot blossom at the bottom of the valley, two flowers set each other off gracefully.
Li Gongwei Tang Li Shangyin
The disciple of crimson yarn is absolutely silent, but the beauty in the mirror is always rare.
Today, I am singing and dancing, and kapok is flying warmly.
Four Summer Poems by Li Shangyin of Tang Dynasty in Yantai
The rain curtain in the front pavilion is not sad, and the shade in the back hall is fragrant.
Shicheng scenery is yellow, midnight, empty, and there is no bullet.
The silk fan calls the wind into the sky, and the curtain gently sweeps the waves.
Shu's soul is lonely and unaccompanied, spending several nights in kapok and blooming.
It is difficult to take a photo in the Gui Palace, but Yan Xunlan speaks very gently.
I told Han Yin to throw himself into his arms, but I didn't send Xing Fei.
Turbid water and clear waves are different sources. The river is clear and the Yellow River is turbid.
Andrew hung up his skirt in the fog and called Taijun by cloud.
"Jin Lu Qu He Xinlang" Liu Song Chen Weng
Leaves are dancing in the rain. Children, pictures, and paintings are all consistent. Last night, the wind was very strong, and the oriole was prone on the ground. But the earth shook and the tide rolled. The bamboo pavilion is green and the grass is green. Ask kapok and the guest if they die. The bell of the temple is ringing.
Dreaming back is like mental suffering. Sighing and wandering, the former is not what it used to be, and the Ming dynasty is heavy. I was so wandering that I forgot to worry about the past. I'm drunk and dark. I am in a secluded place, and I am still in Chu at night. I choose the green stream and stay for a long time.