What are the poems describing dragonflies?

1, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous": Plum is golden and apricot is fat, and wheat is white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

2, "Spring Poetry": The new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, and the spring scenery is deeply locked. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.

3, "Little Pool": Spring eyes silently cherish the trickle, and the shadow depends on Shui Rou. Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.

4, "Qujiang Two Poems": A flower flies but it is spring, and the wind is full of sorrow. And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips. The small hall by the river makes a nest of jade, and the unicorn lies by the garden. We must eat, drink, and be merry when we push physics. Why trip this body with a fleeting glance? Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day. Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

5, "Heyang Poetry": The Yellow River is rolling from the sky, and Lou Yuying is close to the rooftop. The tap pours out the drinker's birthday cup, and the host smiles at the red roses. Qi Ze came to the east for seventy miles, and the long ditch was cut and buried by clouds. Unfortunately, the autumn eyes are shining, and the Han tomb is yellow dust. Nanpu old fish fishy ancient saliva, true pearl dense word hibiscus. I never dreamed of sending it to central Hunan, so I'm going to throw it away. I remember that the dumpling skin cut Xiao Zhuo, and the butterfly flew back to the forest. There is no one in the green embroidered bag, chewing at night. Orchids cry and show new fragrance and die, and draw shallow pine streams. Chu Si felt that the bamboo branches were tall, and new words were written on thin paper. The night market in Brazil is red in the palace, and the back rooms are all red. Southland thirsty geese fly long, and reed flowers blow the west wind all night. Lian Xiao broke the dragonfly wing, but Luo Ping was free of cyan. Wan Yu didn't fish for three thousand years, and the Lotus Tower was secretly loved by dragons. Wet silver is injected into the mirror, and the firewood reflects the cold of the moon. I don't know where the osmanthus tree is, but the immortal can't get rid of the double golden stems. A hundred feet of wind is inserted into the heavy house, and the side is near purples with soft green. I don't know how to get on the moon, a bunch of bamboo sticks.

6, "After Night": The shore willow hangs long leaves and the window peach falls thin. Mosaic butterfly powder, bamboo dragonfly beads.