Under the tomato frame, spring is coming, and flowers attract butterflies to fall in love. When you blush, you will compete with flowers.
Bai Juyi Jine
Mulberry leaves are different when they are green, and persimmon leaves are half red. Village women had better know the season and interpret it as Fu Tian's autumn clothes.
Bai Juyi Hangzhou Wang Chun
Looking at the sea tower in the distance, it shines in the morning light, protecting the river and clearing the sand. That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun. Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears. Who opens the southwest road of Lake Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.
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Copper and ink, and whitebait. With a kind smile, Laizi won the lottery. Good things persimmon red day lily, with vermilion and green hair, who is more distinguished. The shaft is decorated with brocade and the curtain is embroidered with rattan. Dragon roast, Lin Cun, Joan pot pour. On my birthday this year, I invited mother Jin to accompany my aunt. Flying around in the sky, dancing, can become a chorus, can not be entertained by relatives. Explore the long-lived jack-o'-lantern and borrow the horned toad in advance.
Liu Yuxi shouted red persimmon.
At dawn, the stars appeared, and at night, the sun hung up. This legacy was adopted and turned over to protect itself.
Lu You won the song in autumn.
The walls are covered with persimmon yellow, and people are competing to appear in autumn.
After a long time, the ground is broken and the jade is fragrant.
The wall of ten thousand people entered the official warehouse, and the official warehouse was cold and tasteless.
As soon as it was over, I was ecstatic and drunk, lying beside the official road.
In recent years, the people of Sri Lanka have been in dire straits and moved to the ravine to face each other.
The county magistrate's pavilion is as long as a hungry wolf, and the woman is afraid of death and her son is stiff.
I don't know that the emperor is blessed, and an acre is rich in 10 thousand boxes.
I wish my neighbors would hide, shrink their clothes, go on a diet and plant mulberry.
Remember, you can't eat badly, and don't let water and drought worry about Tang Yao.
Bai Juyi, Jionji, felt that he was already dead and sick at home.
Ask yourself what's the matter, the temple is late.
The Li family cried that Yuan's family was ill, and the persimmon leaves were red when they came alone.
Du Muqiu worships daily life and crosses Tianjin Bridge in the morning.
Bikangzhuang, Qingchuan Gongluo.
The altar is divided into the top of Zhongyue Mountain, and the city is dazzling with great rivers.
The spacious hall is cool and secluded, and the deep palace is idle.
There are clouds in the building and water on the bridge.
After the rain, the branches are moist and the persimmon leaves are cloudy.
Purple scales rush the evening waves, and Bai Niao backs the autumn mountains.
On the moon, I go to the west to return to the table, and in the morning, I attend classes in the north.
Spend your honeymoon with half a battle and protect the tiger.
The jade account is full, and the golden urn is temporarily released.
Trace injury, grace in the music ring.
Southern provinces hold orchids first, and eastern Guangxi climbs early.
Dragon Gate Army Demon Horn, Ying Gu, my face is full.
Be lazy and sad.
People are ashamed to lie down and talk about business, and often send their children back.
Seeing Chen's strength, who cares about the country?
Only when you are drunk is you sick and stubborn.
Jun Yueyang night scene
Sunset sets in Western jackdaw, and geese return in the autumn wind. At sunrise, the water floats, and rosy clouds fly up the river.
White reeds spit out the mainland, and red tomatoes in the garden have thin leaves. Changsha low wetland is not a ready-made September.
Two Poems in Changdangpu Middle Road
The mountains in the middle of the sky are extremely strange in shape. I want to cross the cliff and cross the Yellow River.
Ancient temple persimmon forest, green tile cover. At the age of 20, Yan came to taste questions and always wrote leaves.