Fang Hui, the author of the Song Dynasty
The snow is deep, the forest is filled with different smells, and the pine trees are in chaos.
I'm afraid it's an orchid. Pedestrians can't smell it.
Painting Plum Blossoms on Blue Axis
Chronological meta-author Wang Mian
Xiangjiang sea of clouds and hills, autumn orchids open autumn dew zero.
San Lv has been unable to recall, Xiao Yichun and have a graceful demeanour.
The second time, the incense was scattered in the suburbs. What do mountain bees and wild butterflies do?
You people are out of touch with the scenery, but you sit and don't read Li Sao Jing.
The West Lake was frosty last night, and Meihua was very affectionate to see me.
The dust in front of Jixian Temple is clear, and the old cranes are like pedestrians.
The horizon is ethereal and full, and the jade pot pours wine.
The wine column is full of sword dancing, and suddenly I feel that the Oriental Sea is rising.
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Shi Shaotan, the author of Song in 1970s.
The color is light and clear, and the festival is fragrant and chaste.
Yinde doesn't shine, and he speaks English.
A gentleman leads an honest and clean life, but his portrait does not fall.
It is appropriate to be pregnant with the spirit of Xiaoxiang and Youchu.
Autumn is pregnant with its eighth child.
Chronological meta-author Wang Mian
Wild vines are full of thorns, and orchids are under them.
Warm spring in bloom has many ancient meanings.
September is frosty and cold, and the rustling is like dry sand.
But what would you do if you made this root?
local area network
Lu You,1author of Song in 1990s.
Nanyan Road is the nearest, and we have dispersed the plan during dinner.
When the incense came, I knew there was an orchid. I searched and found it.
Life is a valley, and you don't want to entertain the world.
No intention of holding court, free to hoe the door.