1, two or three hand-cultivated orchids, warm wind and the next 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. -Yuan. Yu Tonglu's "Singing Orchids"
2. Ye Lan Trail in the mountains, Li Taoyuan outside the city. I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing. -Tang "Spring Village"
3, the virtual room is searched again, and I forgot to say that I broke the contract. Hanjia wine, Shirley Qin. Tang Xiang, Taiwan is far away. He Fen should show off. Who will visit Yin Shan? -Don liqiao's "Lan"
4, the grass knows better, and the fragrance is only dark. 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! -"Orchid" by Tang Cuitu.
There are boundless grass and spring smoke, and the mountain in Grain Rain is called Rhododendron. How many noble children Zhu, who enjoys quiet fate. -Ming Dong Qichang's "Lan"
6. Eternal peace is this flower, which does not require Wen Da to be ethereal. Pick firewood or fear the road, but also take a mountain to build. -Zheng Qing Banqiao's "Mountain Orchid"
7, orchids, empty mountains, the beauty of love is invisible, cracks are written in the window. You blue flower, He Feifei, the world has been praised by Pei Zi. I want to regard it as Pei Wei, and I am independent of others. Your orchid, for whom, blooms, dew and cold wind smell old. -Liu Ming Bowen's Orchid
8. Standing on the top of Qian Shan, the rock crevice is deep and wonderful. It's not that the clouds are rolling under our feet, but that orchids don't want to ignore them, and they don't know when they will come or when they will leave. -Xie "Painting Orchids"
9. When I stopped picking orchids with my new makeup, I suddenly saw a single-minded spit. Cherish god's scissors and turn your eyebrows. -Qian Qing Qian Yi's "Four Poems of Tongxin Lan"
10, in the past years, there was a half-frost wind in the empty valley, leaving a fragrance scattered in the grass. I'm afraid the woodsman will lose the orchid and the beauty will be collected in the salary. -Mingji Chen ru "Chu Wang Yu Lan Hua"
1 1, green water should only overflow white apples, and rouge should only read lips. I have never been idle with the laity since I painted Lan Xiang. -Wei's Moran
12, the breeze shakes the emerald ring, and the cool dew drops jade. Beauty has no beard and smells empty. -Don Lan
13, Yan Mud is about to smell wet, and Chu Miao is busy in Fluttershy. If you dream of going to oriental home, try your best to teach you new makeup. I hate the opinion of the orchid, and the flowers don't discuss with me. When the nose touches it, it will digest, and it is not fragrant. -Li Ming's two orchids for daily use.
14, far from the village, when it rains in late spring. Lanfang people haven't wiped their eyes, and Hua Hudie is a prophet. The grass seals the idle path, and the forest is sparse. If you don't come to hoe for a long time, you will hate coming back late when you are old. Song. Interpretation of Zhao Wen's The Orchid
15, green clothes and green flowers planting rocks, solitary roots are not numerous, bloom. Under the window of the mountain, the wine column spreads and the paper smells. -Ming Dong Qichang's "Lan"
16, get rid of the loneliness of Baihui, and the natural time is restrained. There is nothing in Pingtang. One branch smells better. -Liu Song zai "Sanlan" rhymes with Zhao Jixing.
17, grass withers, Chu Yisha is greener. What will happen to the New Year's Eve dinner when we meet suddenly? -Don Lan
18, Shi Yan was not born on a stone, but the famous orchids are orchids and so on. Healing is the calligraphy of Emperor Yan He, and I am interested in learning from Chen Chu. -Song Mei Yao Chen's Shi Lan
19, Cao Xiao, Xiang Xiao Chu Fengyang. Luoyang Kong raised his price, and he was ashamed to die with the fragrance of a country. -Liu Song zai "San Lan Yun" Zhao Jixing (the third)
20. I love orchids, exotic flowers, and I don't like spring sunshine. The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one can smell it. -Xue Mingwang "Orchid"