Five-line plum blossom
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Seven Wonders Deng Fei Laifeng
There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Seven wonders Bochuan Guazhou
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Seven senses are as clear as a pit.
What do you want to help Qiang Qin?
Only the future should be buried, which is more enough for poets to send people to the funeral.
Wu LV gu tong
Heaven is naturally dense and lonely.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.
Gu Wu merger
Three generations, regardless of public and private.
A master is good at holding the handle, like a champion in heaven.
Giving is self, and merging is betrayal.
If traitors are brought to justice, they will be punished and the situation will not come.
Later generations began to hold back, and it was difficult to behead.
King Qin didn't know this, but he built a clear platform.
The day of ceremony and righteousness has been stolen, and the bible has been long.
Those who still exist in the law can speak freely.
The vulgar officials are at a loss, and slapping is the material.
Vulgar Confucianism does not change, and the merger is indestructible.
There are many advantages, and the villain is private.
When a department struggles with the people, the people are more pitiful.
Seven stops shangyang
Since ancient times, people have been driven by honesty, and a word is more important than gold.
Today's people must be Shang Yang, who can make politics imperative.
The Seven Wonders of January Day
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
Spring night of the seven wonders
The golden stove leaks incense, and the wind blows cold.
Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing.
Qijue Beishan
Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight to the pool.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Lvqige Xi yi
The moon is faint and leaking, and the autumn bed is illuminated by Yi Deng.
Feel the wind and dew early when you are sick, and I don't know how long the mountains and rivers are.
I feel generous when I am old, but I feel sad when I look at the world.
Cicada is even more confusing to pedestrians' ears, holding semi-yellow sparse tung leaves.
Seven laws, Colleen Chan.
Suddenly, Ganze washes away the world, and Nanmu in the eastern suburbs comforts Yan.
Looking ahead, Sky will do business with the world.
Ji means that the stars are calm and the windows are cool.
Who is like a floating cloud that knows how to advance and retreat, only when it turns into rain will it return to the mountains.
Seven sleep books, Mr. Yang's lake wall
The eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
Cross the border
Zhuozhou sand drinks linger,
Watch the dance "Little Khitan in Spring Breeze".
The rain stopped the swallow's tears,
Blow wet Han's clothes!
Dengfeilai peak
Fly to the top of Chihiro Tower, hear the cock crow and the sun rise.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Chinese cinnamon
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early.
Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng.
Sail back to the sunset, with the west wind on your back and the wine flag tilted.
The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and continue to hate.
Throughout the ages, it is shameful to rely on height.
The past events of the Six Dynasties are like running water, cold smoke and rotten grass are green.
Today, business women are still singing, and "backyard" is a heritage.
Chinese cinnamon
See you off,
It's late autumn in the old country, and the weather is still early.
Thousands of miles of rivers,
Green peaks are like clusters.
Sailing towards the sunset,
The west wind wine flag is inclined.
The colorful boat is pale,
The Milky Way heron rises,
Painting is difficult.
Miss the past, compete in prosperity,
Sighing at the building outside the door,
Sorrow and hatred are intertwined.
Throughout the ages,
Share weal and woe.
The past of the Six Dynasties flows with the water,
But cold smoke and fragrant grass are green.
So far, business women,
Singing all the time,
Backyard legacy.
Hang Jiao
Soft mulberry is green and thin,
Reed foil silkworm becomes dense cocoon fertilizer.
Talk to the villagers and ask about customs:
How to be diligent and hungry?
Mingfeiqu
When Princess Ming first left the Han Palace, her eyes were moist.
There's nothing Wang can do about it.
When you come back, you will complain about Dan Qing's hand. I've seen it in my life.
I couldn't understand the meaning, so I killed Mao Yanshou for nothing.
Go and know it, don't return, pity the Han palace clothes;
Send a voice to ask Sanan, only geese fly every year.
Wan Li, a family member, sent a message. Fortunately, Mo Xiang remembered being in the felt city.
Don't you see that Nagato and Gillian are very close? There is no difference between north and south in life.
Mingfeiqu
Ming Fei first married Hu Er, and all the felt cars were Hu Ji.
Erotic language has no place to live, and it spreads to pipa.
The golden pole stirred his hand and tried to persuade Hu to drink.
The maid-in-waiting in the Han palace wept, and the pedestrians on the sand looked back.
Hann is shallow and deep, and he has known each other all his life.
Poor Qingling is gone, and still has the strings of mourning music.
chess
Don't disturb the truth with drama, you can win with me.
After the war, two piles were divided into white and black, and one pile was a loss.
Qian Qiu Suiyin
Bieting cold anvil,
Draw a corner in a lonely city,
Autumn sounds into the boundless.
Dongguiyan went from the sea,
Wild geese from the south fall into the sand.
Typhoon Zhu,
Lou Yu said:
Just like yesterday.
Helpless bound by some fame and fortune!
Helpless by it!
Unfortunately, romance is always idle!
At the beginning,
Now you've missed my date with Qin Lou.
When the dream stops,
When I woke up,
Think about it.
Ci Qing ping le
How can spring not be left blank, so that orioles can keep singing.
The flowers on the ground died again, and the color of the ghosting was originally dyed by his wind and rain in Nanyuan last night.
Miss Lian Xiao had just finished playing the pipa, and at dawn, her thoughts lingered in the sky.
See that refused to enter the rich and powerful family at ease, dancing freely in the spring breeze.
Enter the fortress
The wild clouds are cool and the rain is long,
The pommel horse drummed twice.
There are Yan people crying,
Turn around and watch the South Stream!
Tixi Taiyi Palace Wall
Willow leaves are green and black,
The sunset of lotus is red.
Thirty-six vicious springs,
Baishi wants to see Jiangnan.
Yujiaao
There are thousands of bridges on the flat coast.
Rub orchids with water and flowers.
There are some windows in the hut.
Dust can't reach it,
There is always a spring breeze.
Sleeping in the afternoon, smelling the birds whispering,
Sleeping is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow.
It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today.
Dreamy and beautiful,
I forgot Handan Road at a loss.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Zhongshan is that thing.
The stream flows quietly through the bamboo forest,
Bamboo and western flowers and plants soften spring.
Mao Yan sat face to face all day,
Birds that don't sing mountains are more secluded.
Hope to adopt