Jade flowers are beautiful and bright, and Zhu Fei is the mayor of Jiu 'an. -Jing Li's "Seeing Far"
Wine and poetry, sunny and rainy, selling gold pots and splendid grottoes. -Xu Zaisi's "Chao Tian Zi"
Every time I look at the Danqing tree, I never forget the beautiful forest on the horizon. -Bai Juyi's "Recalling Dongpo Flowers in Western Province, East Building of Zhongzhou New Flower Tree due to Posting Title"
The ballroom is beautifully paved and the makeup is enclosed with vines. -Meng Haoran's "Bixi with Zhang Mingfu"
Into the curtain, the flag moves, beautiful and fragrant. -Du Fu's "Wei 14th Waiter Leave us alone"
Line up in gorgeous teams, waving arowana. -Cen Wenben's History of Fengshufei White Trees
Like a feast, Luo Jian met Yuanyang. -"North" by Li Qiao
In the evening, fireworks are chaotic, and the wind gives birth to splendid fragrance. -Du Fu's "Two Poems of Huang Jiating's Son when Accompanying Your Majesty to Cross the River in Secret"
Beiyuan Luo cronyism, dusty shoes. -Lu Lun's "Spring Poetry"
Yang Wanli, Haitang in spring, hometown.
Now my hometown is full of begonia, and I dream of entering the splendid heap in Jiangxi.
At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.
Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall.
But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.
Wang Yuanxing Li Jing
Jade flowers are beautiful and bright, and Zhu Fei is the mayor of Jiu 'an.
It's too cold to go to bed at night, and cigarettes are very cold.
The waning moon is not news but love.
Under the golden window, I was suddenly surprised. I was recruited back to Japan.
Xu Zaisi, emperor of the dynasty
Inside and outside the lake, there is no spring everywhere.
True mountains, true water, true paintings and exquisite jade.
Wine and poetry, sunny and rainy, selling gold pots and splendid grottoes.
Lao Su, Lao Ji and Yang opened the grave.
Bai Juyi's Memory of Flowers in the Western Province and the East Building of Xinhuashu in Dongpo, Zhongzhou
Every time I look at the Danqing tree, I never forget the beautiful forest on the horizon.
Today's eyes are in the west, but last year's heart was in the south guest house.
There is no difference between flowers and spring, and things are touching.
I remember Dongpo is red and rotten, and Yetao Mountain is apricot and water forest.
Meng Haoran, a gift from Bixi, Zhang Mingfu
Don't talk about the new system, there are many harmonious people.
I still look at Bixi's answer, but I don't envy the green pearl song.
Have your own balcony girl, get up in the morning to pick up jade.
The ballroom is beautifully paved and the makeup is enclosed with vines.
Full of leisure days, bright spring.
Elves can accompany you, Ling Bo.
Don't go to the island to find flowers, return to the pool to fold the lotus.
More pity for the setting sun, red powder and bright green.
Du Fu's The 14th Waiter of Wei sent us off.
A guest rode a horse and asked the thatched cottage by the river.
Farewell to the literary world from the perspective of drug prices.
Into the curtain, the flag moves, beautiful and fragrant.
Be mindful of illness and decline, books are sparse and windy.
Feng Shi, Cen Wenben
Six-character jade seal, eight-body obsidian silver edition.
Line up in gorgeous teams, waving arowana.
The phoenix lifts the cloud and collapses, and the phoenix swims in the fog.
No grass by the pool, but it is full of elegance.
Beili bridge
Gui You seeks the East Pavilion, and Lan Jiao gathers in the North Hall.
Like a feast, Luo Jian met Yuanyang.
Zhang Wang wept and hated dragons.
Kong Huaixin sleeps, and Di Calyx contains some fragrance.
Two poems about the son of Huang Jiating in Du Fu's "Accompanying the monarch and making the monarch dark".
Landslides and cracks, Jiang Ping refused to flow.
Knowing a little about flowers and changing shores, I began to try birds with a boat.
The end is more pink, have fun and hate hoary heads.
If you don't love your guests, dark days will increase your worries.
Sands are soft, but no one smells green.
Wild cups are connected with butterflies, and the river sill leans against mandarin ducks.
In the evening, fireworks are chaotic, and the wind gives birth to splendid fragrance.
You don't have to blow the emergency tube, aging is easy to be sad.
Lu Lun, Ci of Spring
Beiyuan Luo cronyism, dusty shoes.
Drunk under a fragrant tree, half buried.