Ode to Mid-Autumn Festival
Humble orchids are accompanied by night lights and boating with wine.
Wandering in the autumn moon, I solved a favor.
Visit the temple and meet Mei.
Another peak in the fog cage, "King Kong" clanged.
Driving to Kannonji at night is rich in plum blossom poems.
Yongxihu
After the tour of East Lake and West Lake, the beautiful color Qingyuan is reflected in the picture.
Willow green covered the shore, and the natural landscape was cleverly laid out.
chrysanthemum
The chrysanthemums in the small garden are slanting, and the years are red and yellow.
Pride deceives frost, Qiu Lao, you ask Chunhua to laugh.
Chanting Sao Jing
The pipa crackles like Xijiang Moon, and the tune is hung by you.
Talking and laughing with Lan Sao and Chun Yan, Chu Cai has a long history.
Feel the problem
Burn ten manuscripts to record your career, and waste thousands of words to collect hundreds.
Old people send plums to relieve addiction, and horseshoes return to the sunset.
Climbing Lingyuan Mountain, examination questions
Zhenyi went straight to Yun Guan, insisting that Castle Peak was stubborn.
Take a drop from Qingxi, who will catch the fog cage bay?
October chanting
A wisp of solitary smoke has a home, and the fisherman at the ferry sings the sunset glow. ?
Do you know how to climb a mountain? I'm afraid of waves and sand. ?
Xin Maonian's feelings
Chunhua Qiushi does not deceive the heart. Last night, Gui Xiang floated past and present.
After a round of love, Dan Qing missed the piano.
Send Mr. Hong Yunfeng away.
The cicada sounds faintly through the forest, and the night is quiet and cold. Pour a glass of wine.
Yiyi is open-minded, and the Millennium affair is intimate.
Send a friend
I know I sent affection to my seat, and my courtyard is full of flowers and birds and flowers.
Today's colorful clouds go out to sea, and the Millennium seeks fame.
Live in seclusion
The corner of the stream cloud provokes birds, and the bamboo spring is shallow.
Love leisure fishing, splendor does not move the heart of the elderly.
Athena Chu
In the forest, sitting in a pot and chatting, the branches and leaves washed away the dust and customs.
Snow pressure frost deceives him to lift, tall and straight into the sky.