Poems about honey

Poems about honey

Celebrating the sky and watching the forest made you burn Yun Dan at the age of 87 meters (land tour)

The bumpy road in the world has been forgotten for a long time, and the Taoist temple is happy for the New Year.

So, I took my master to the Dragon Bowl and gave him a butterfly bed.

I only know that Liu Xiang burns gold, but I don't know that Han Kang sells medicine.

Sedentary has a sense of non-earthliness, and the court blooms with honey.

jasmine

Bi Tao

Re-translated from Shang Yue countries, each branch covers Guilin perfume.

Cultivate cliff valley honey, and die of shame in Jianghu White Lotus House.

The better you get (Meng Haoran).

Stop at noon to smell the mountain bell and set out to solve your worries.

Seek wisdom from the forest, and the valley is loose and dense.

Seeing the fine house open next to it, the rice monk finished in the corridor.

Snow flows in the stone canal, and the golden flash frost orange.

The bamboo house misses the old tour and lasts forever.

Go into the cave to peep at the pith, and collect honey from the cliff.

At dusk, I quit my job and was sent out by the tiger.

Geng Kannonji (Huang Tingjian)

The bottom of the valley is the market, and the terrain is like an angel basin.

The topic shines brilliantly and the person is quite warm.

The local wind is worse than the Qin dynasty, so you can't borrow a kettle.

Monks have no pottery tiles, and bamboo fans cut them.

Peace and peace, begging for food all over the door.

People cajole birds, whisper, cool wind and hydrology.

There is a honey house next to it, which is quite noisy.

Rain ants will fight for mountains, and soldiers will chase them.

The Red English Committee has a phoenix wing and a red comb.

Boil the cold spring cave and cut down the roots of bamboo and Gu Song.

Don't let the waves out, Hei Hu month for governors.

Zhegutian (Zhao Changqing)

Honey turns into flowers and flies. Begonia second rain rouge. Spring returns to the garden, only weeping willows. Love silently and hate yiyi. But when the weather is long. The east wind is just looking for incense, so why drive Zhang Zhang away?

Shenguangcan (Tan Chuduan)

The vast sea of suffering, drifting with the tide, is as stupid as a honey moth lamp. I have always been fascinated, and my wife and children are also very kind. He was embarrassed and had to go to Quanming alone. If you realize it, abandon flashy love and practice quietly. Fine dust is sparse, the heart is gradually raised, and the name is hidden. Bare food and rough clothes quietly keep delicate and bright. Real people are now, and they are shaped into nothingness and gold. The great Dan has matured and this spiritual truth has been remembered.

Xijiangyue (Wang Zhi)

Light wax condenses honey, fine Luo presses goose yellow deeply. Jade capacity is not like He Lang. Also on the head of a hundred flowers. Try to look at your brow, it's all like loneliness in a bottle. Make good use of this day next year. Remember to win today.