Plum powder removes makeup and applies new red begonia.
It's time for tea, and the berries are sticking out of the wall.
Living in the east of Dinghui Garden, there are flowers all over the mountain, and there is a kind of begonia, which the natives don't know how expensive it is. Su Shi in Song Dynasty
Jiangcheng is rich in vegetation, and only famous flowers are bitter and lonely.
Laugh at the bamboo fence, peaches and plums are always full of customs.
I also know that creation has profound significance, so I sent a beautiful woman to an empty valley.
Nature is rich and elegant, not waiting for the golden plate to recommend beautiful houses.
Su Shi, a begonia in Song Dynasty
The east wind curled up and worshipped the light, and the incense mist turned to the corridor.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep at night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
Tan Chun's ode to Bai Hai Tang
The cold grass in the setting sun is heavy, and the moss is full of flowers.
My heart is a little delicate, and there are traces in the middle of the night.
Baochai's ode to Bai Hai Tang
During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
Baoyu's ode to the white sea
Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven knots are saved into a basin of snow.
The breeze does not disperse thousands of worries, and the rain adds tears. Leaning on the painting column alone, clearing the anvil and complaining about the flute will send you to dusk.
Dai Yu's ode to Bai Hai Tang
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, grinding ice into soil and grinding jade into a basin. Steal a pear core and borrow a plum blossom soul.
The Moon Cave Fairy sews a gown, and the girl in my heart forever wipes the crow mark in autumn. I'm ashamed to tell anyone silently, leaning against the west wind and fainting at night.
Xiang Yun's Ode to Bai Hai Tang (I)
Yesterday, the immortal descended to Doumen and planted a pot of lantian jade. Naturally, Frost prefers cold. Unless she is a beautiful girl, she will leave her soul.
Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks. But I like the tireless singing of poets, which makes me feel lonely.
Xiang Yun's Ode to Bai Hai Tang (Ⅱ)
Preferably in a corner or pot. Flowers are hard to find a partner because they like cleanliness, and people are easy to grieve for autumn.
Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.
Like a dream, Li Qingzhao
It rained and blew suddenly last night, and a deep sleep didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same.
Know what, know what, should be green, fat, red and thin.
Watching Begonia in Tasha Rain in Liu Chenweng
Life is thin and beautiful. I love you very much. Begonia was heartbroken after it opened.
The oblique wind and drizzle didn't clear up, and tears dripped on the railing.
I hate not opening it, but when I open it, I bring it back. Only close the door in cold spring.
I'll come to you when it clears up, and he will be ashamed and haggard.
Qiu Jin begonia
Planting deep rain, a bunch of light, a bunch of thickness.
How many times in your life have you not used the spring breeze to fight the evening breeze?
Reflections on the Screen Painting of Post Office Begonia
Song luyou
Tired of thinking about long walls, this habit is as stubborn as stone.
Duman returned to the habit of sighing, but he stopped drinking and began to feel ashamed.
Begonia blooms in Chengdu in February, and Jinxiang is full of cities.
Yan Palace is the largest flower sea, and there are relics all over the country.
The scarlet parrot green is very clever, and the overlapping calyx sticks to the dazzling sun.
A prosperous dream suddenly blew away, and the people closed their eyes and remembered it.
Sorrow and joy are not easy to know, so old people remember drunken poems.
In the dead of night, the wind and rain have passed, and I am worried about folding branches on the screen.
Begonia song
Lu you
When I first arrived in Shu, my temples were not frosted, and Nanchong looked at Haitang.
I can't see it at that time, but I'm afraid there is a Bijifang.
Biji Haitang is unparalleled in the world, with branches like orangutan blood.
Is Yan Zhuang willing to be a man? Suddenly feel colorless before flowers.
The ship is eight thousand miles to the east, and Yangzhou peony should die of shame.
The cuckoo cries for rain and spring, and dreams of returning to Shu every night.
Why not live forever? More importantly, a thousand years is not enough.
Chinese flowering crab-apple
Songguoshe
Zhu LAN shines on the horizontal pond, and the tree pillow is low.
It spread the profound meaning of Dong Jun and dyed it into a beautiful scenery in West Sichuan.
The broken red branches are still powdered, and the shade is fragrant.
It should be a work department without poetry, and it still contains dew for crying makeup.
Living in Dinghui Garden, there are many flowers in the east and many begonia in the mountains. A local doesn't know if it's expensive.
Su Shi
Jiangcheng is rich in vegetation, and only famous flowers are bitter and lonely.
Laugh at the bamboo fence, peaches and plums are always full of customs
I also know that creation has profound significance, so I sent a beautiful woman to an empty valley.
Nature is rich and elegant, not waiting for the golden plate to recommend beautiful houses.
Lips dizzy with wine, sleeves wrapped in Anh Hong meat.
The forest is dark and foggy, Guang Xiao is late, the warm wind is light during the day, and the spring is full.
Tears in the rain are also sad, and no one is more beautiful under the moon.
There is nothing wrong with Mr. Wang's full stomach. He walks freely and needs a stomach.
Don't ask people and temples, knock on the door with a stick to see bamboo repair.
Suddenly, the gorgeous photos faded away. I sighed and wiped my eyes.
Where did the humble country get this flower? There is nothing good about moving to West Shu.
It's not easy to push your luck, but it's a swan.
All the people in the world can read this song and have a drink.
When I woke up in the Ming dynasty, I came alone, so it snowed in succession.
Broad population spectrum
Qingliu signal
Jun is an old writer in the field of poetry. He laughs at beautiful sentences.
Flowers are sentimental because of poetry, and poetry is more beautiful because of flowers.
Cultivate the rain and dew well, and don't let it languish and get stuck in the dust.
He is as rotten as Xishu. I want to see Qixia from you.
Say goodbye to the begonia behind the hall.
Yu Wang
A pile of red snow charms youth, and tears must be taught when leaving.
Fortunately, don't be haggard next year, and the school book is also a flower lover.
Begonia Zhou Bei Yu Xin
Sow deep rain and dew,
A bunch of light and a bunch of thickness.
Never use the power of spring in your life.
How many times have you fought the night wind?
Li Shen's Begonia Poems
Strange trees on the seashore have strange colors, so it is known that fairy mountains were planted. Joan Rui was born in Yuen Long and saw Penglai on the map of Zizhi.