1. Love poems about Lei
Love poems about Lei 1. Love poems with the word "da" and the word "lei"
The poem "Unopened Begonia" by the same generation Yuan Haowen
There are a lot of new greens among the branches,
Xiaolei hides a few reds.
Don’t vomit when you cherish your beauty.
Let’s teach peaches and plums to make spring breeze.
Die Lian Hua Su Shi
Rain and rain sparse the meridians and throw fire. Alley swing. It’s still not the Qingming Festival. The fragrant buds on the apricot tips are broken. Light red faded to white rouge. Suffering is frustrated by passion. I feel sick and tired, as if I was old. I walked around the corridor and sat alone. The moon cage and clouds darken the door lock.
The Bodhisattva Man Shu Yu is sparse and the beauty is sparse and the rest is cold and shallow. The little magpie tampering with the branches is still trembling. Agarwood in water. Curtain wave is not Xiang. Clearing sorrow supports the power of wine. Afraid to listen to Jiangcheng flute. Talk about the good years with forbearance. It's almost dusk.
The flower branches are broken and the willow tips are green. The spring cold blows lightly on my face. One eyebrow has a crescent moon shadow and three stars. The copper candle burns to nothing. Low phoenix fan, curling neon lights. Shanshan wears a ring. Who knows Xu Feiqiong while sitting here? It is clear to Lang Xian's bones.
Water Dragon Song Shi Hao
The buds are blooming in the snow, and the beauty should not hate the lack of spring. All you need to know about chemical industry news is a few coins and you'll be good to go. The apricots are numerous, and although the peonies are expensive, they dare to praise their beauty. Look at the ice muscles and jade bones, the poets wander the road, the silver toads are shining, and the white horses are bright. The sound of a horn upstairs reminded me of dawn. It is Donghuang and Silun New Grass. The flags are green and the chariots are green. If you want to reach the east gate, send Yi to arrive first. It repels wind and frost, sweeps away the fog, and directly teaches you how to smell the morning breeze. A high-profile tripod for calculating power is not as good as a branch outside the bamboo.
Divination Operator Wang Yan 2
I asked Fang Fei about her advice, but the flowers are still half-spring. The bud branches are timid and bitter, just like a haggard person. Don't hate the late flowers. The sky will help the cold go away. The rain has just stopped, the weather is strong, and the jade is as red as drunkenness.
Poppy Wang Yan 2
The two green temples are missing in the mirror. Too lazy to take advantage of flowers. Xiaomei is half thankful for the rain. No light red broken buds or peach branches are allowed. In front of the house, Guiyan said something through the curtain. It seems that people are haggard. It is due to old age that young people will lose their joy. It’s not the cold spring weather and the timid east wind.
Man Ting Fang Ge Cube
The fence is blown wildly, the auspicious sky cuts the water, clearly oppressing the cold plum blossoms. The power of the ice is beginning to gather, and the shadow of the sun rises onto the pool platform. There should be some harmony, and spring may come on the southern branches. You must search diligently, call me to use the stick, there is green moss on the teeth of the clogs. The spring breeze has not yet arrived, wandering along the fragrant path, going around a thousand times. See Qiongying a little bit, Xiaozhan Tiaomei. Let’s look at the vanguard’s plain beauty, just look at it and the buds are in full bloom. The fragrance is floating, and the poems and dreams are slightly scented. It is necessary to write more poems to remind you.
Qi Tianle Dong Sigao
Yushan was once intoxicated with the dream of Liangzhou, and the beauty of the picture is unprecedented. The vines are exposed and the leaves are beetles in the wind. Who will collect the left-over ink? Donated at that time. Remember to say goodbye to West Lake with a smile, and leave Nanpu with a smile. Thousands of miles of ridicule, how can I know that I can help you complain about suffering everywhere. The feeling of returning is far away, the old search is still in sight, the pavilion is deserted and the garden is deserted. Cyan buds collect ice, the moon is full of moonlight, don't talk about piles of horse breasts. The ladder is still blocked. A piece of autumn smoke is on the sleeves, sweeping away the dust. Quietly thinking about the mountain window, half riding the cold rain.
I also know that there is a different scenery, and the flower buds and branches are like last year. ("Tibet of Zhoupu Flowers",
See "New Southern Books")
2. Love poems with the characters "da" and "lei"
Poems from the same generation The branches of the unopened Begonia Yuanhaowen are filled with fresh green, while Xiaolei hides a few dots of red.
Don’t vomit when you cherish your beauty, and teach the peaches and plums to make spring breeze. Die Lian Hua Su Shi The rain and sleet sparse the meridians and throw fire.
Alley swing. It’s still not the Qingming Festival.
The fragrant buds on the apricot tips are broken. Light red faded to white rouge.
Bitterness is frustrated by passion. I feel sick and tired, as if I was old.
I walked around the corridor and sat alone. The moon cage and clouds darken the door lock.
The Bodhisattva Man Shu Yu is sparse and the beauty is sparse and the rest is cold and shallow. The little magpie tampering with the branches is still trembling.
Agarwood in water. Curtain wave is not Xiang.
Clearing one’s sorrow supports one’s drinking power. Afraid to listen to Jiangcheng flute.
Talking about the Chinese years with forbearance. It's almost dusk.
The flower branches are broken and the willow tips are green. The spring cold blows lightly on my face.
One eyebrow has a crescent moon and three stars. The copper candle burns to nothing.
Low phoenix fan, curling neon lights. Shanshan wears a ring.
Who knows Xu Feiqiong while sitting here? It is clear to Lang Xian's bones.
Water Dragon Song Shi Hao The buds are blooming beautifully in the snow. A beauty should not hate her lack of spring. Chemical industry news, just a few coins, Yanghe will be ready.
The apricots are numerous, and although the peonies are expensive, they dare to praise their beauty. Look at the ice muscles and jade bones, the poets wander the road, the silver toads are shining, and the white horses are bright.
The sound of a horn upstairs reminded us of dawn. It is Donghuang and Silun New Grass.
With green flags and green chariots, I want to approach the east gate, so I send Yi to arrive first. It repels wind and frost, sweeps away the fog, and teaches you how to be early.
A high-profile tripod for calculating power is not as good as a branch outside the bamboo. Divination Operator Wang Yan 2 I asked Fang Fei for advice, the flowers are still half-spring.
The branches of Bei Lei are timid and bitter, just like a haggard person. Don't hate the fact that the flowers are late, because the sky is urging the cold to go away.
The rain has just stopped and the weather is strong, and the jade is as red as drunkenness. Poppy Wang Yan 2 The two green temples are missing in the mirror.
Lazy people take advantage of flowers. Xiaomei is half thankful for the rain.
No light red broken buds or peach branches are allowed. In front of the house, Guiyan said something through the curtain.
It seems that people are haggard. It is due to old age that young people will lose their joy.
It’s not about the cold spring and the timid east wind.
The fragrant Ge Cube in the courtyard is blowing wildly on the fence, and the auspicious sky is cutting the water, clearly oppressing the cold plum blossoms.
The power of the ice is beginning to gather, and the shadow of the sun rises onto the pool platform. There should be some harmony, and spring may come on the southern branches.
You must search diligently, call me to use the stick, and there will be moss on the teeth of your clogs. The spring breeze has not yet arrived, wandering along the fragrant path a thousand times.
See Qiongying for a little bit, and I will take a small piece of it. Let's look at the vanguard's plain beauty, just look at it, and the buds are in full bloom.
The fragrance is floating, and the poems and dreams are slightly scented, and it is necessary to write more poems. Qi Tianle Dong Sigao Yushan was once intoxicated with the dream of Liangzhou, and the pictures are so fragrant that they have no history.
The vines are exposed and the leaves are beetles in the wind. Who will collect the left-over ink? Donated at that time.
I remember saying goodbye to West Lake with a smile, and leaving Nanpu with a smile. Thousands of miles of ridicule, how can I know that I can help you complain about suffering everywhere.
The feeling of returning is far away, the old search is still in sight, the pavilion is deserted and the garden is deserted. Cyan buds collect ice, the moon is full of moonlight, don't talk about piles of horse breasts.
The ladder is still blocked. A piece of autumn smoke is on the sleeves, sweeping away the dust.
Thinking quietly about the mountain window, half enjoying the cold rain. I also know that there is a different scenery, and the flower buds and branches are like last year.
("Inscribed on Zhoupu Flowers", see "New Books of the South").