The poem about July wind is 1. Poetry about July
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")
4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")
9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
2. Poems about the wind
1, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
4, the sky is gray, the wild is vast, and the wind and grass are low to see cattle and sheep.
5, wait for the east wind, colorful is always spring.
6, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind.
On the 7 th, the rest of the flutes flew silently and scattered into the spring breeze.
8. A gust of wind brought catkins and cotton wool, and the shop was full of sweetness. Black-bone chicken pressed wine to persuade customers to taste it.
9, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
10, why should a strong enemy blame Liu? The spring breeze is just like Yumen Pass.
1 1, Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night.
12, you see a boat, stormy waves.
13, the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
14. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
15, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.
16, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
17, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber. There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
18, firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm.
19, my face is not cold when I get wet with clothes and want to get wet with apricot blossoms.
20. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night.
3. Poetry describing July
My answer, a good word is warm in winter, and a bad word hurts in July.
Uh, the following is Baidu's
I don't know how hot it is, but I cherish the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. I live in the depths of the city, but it's still clear when spring goes and summer goes. (Li Shangyin: (Sun Yat-sen)) 3. Early summer is still clear and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter night in midsummer is very short. I like long summer days. (Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds collect summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. On sunny days, summer will be deep. (Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang River is full of village streams, and everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.
To be honest, Baidu is not easy either. Hope to adopt.
4. On Feng's Poetry
A windy poem
1, the ancient road is thin and thin, and the sun sets, and the heartbroken people are in the end of the world. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
2. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. -Su Shi, "When is the bright moon?
3. Tao Tong Tiandi is tangible and his thinking is abnormal. -Cheng Hao's Autumn Day
4, Jinting Yang Liubi, people stand Dongfeng wine half-baked. -Lu Juan's "Writing Poems for Father"
5, Chai Men smell dogs barking, hakodate. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"
6, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day. -Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"
7, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
8. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. -"Farewell Du to Shu"
9. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
10, like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
1 1, bow back, bright sword, first frost, autumn wind, horse out of Xianyang. -Ling Huchu's Children's Travel
12, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, on a white day, the north wind blew geese and snow in succession. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze. -Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
14, the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever. -"Historical Records, Biography of Assassins"
15, Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain, stayed in the snow, and it was far away from Cangshan at dusk. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"
16, the ape whimpered from the vast sky in a sharp gale. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
17, it was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
18, but the rest of the characters are hard to find and travel with the snow. -Liang Qichao's Rain in the Pacific Ocean
19, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
20. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"
2 1, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
22. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
23, the wind blows, the general hunts Weicheng. -Wang Wei's Hunting
24. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night. -Lu Lun's Xia Sai Qu
25, where to wake up tonight, Yang Liuan Xiaofeng waning moon. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"
26. Last night, the autumn wind entered Hanguan, and the moon was full of western hills. ()-Yanwu's "Early Autumn of Military City"
27, Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. -Du Fu's "Giving Flowers"
28, Dongfeng evil, Huan Qing thin, a sad few years from the cable. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"
29. The wind is blowing clouds. -Liu Bang's Song of the Wind
I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
3 1, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
32. The wind wrinkled a pool of spring water. -Feng Yansi's "Golden Gate"
I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
5. Poems about the wind
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng.
(Wang Wei: Hunting)
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night.
(Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
Wildfire never devours them,
They have grown taller in the spring breeze.
(Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking,
The snowstorm came again at night.
(Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
6. sneak into the night with the wind,
Silent, it moistens everything.
(Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
7. Through this wall surrounding the three Qin areas,
Through the mist that unites five rivers.
("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
8. If you want to go home by wind,
I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,
It's too cold up there.
(Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
9. I met her a long time ago, but since we broke up, the time has become longer.
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.
(Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
10. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low.
(Song of Chile)
1 1. I want to get wet with clothes, but I don't think it's another village.
(Zhinan: "Jueju")
12. The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back to the middle of the next month.
(Li Yu "Yu Meiren")
13. In front of Huangshi Tower, Jiangdong, spring is lazy and sleepy.
(Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
14. At night, the south wind came and the wheat was covered with yellow.
(Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
15. The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night.
(Xin Qiji)
16. last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
(Yan Shu: "The Recent Flowers")
17. Mo Dao is immortal, the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
(Li Qingzhao: Drunken Flower Yin)
18. Lying in the middle of the night, listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of the MOS rail glacier.
(Lu You's November 4th storm)
19. Jincheng has many silk pipes, half in the river and half in the clouds.
(Du Fu: "Send Flowers to Qing")
20. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting")
2 1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique.
(Han Yi>)
22. The Wan Li sand of the Jiuqu Yellow River is blown by sea waves.
(Liu Yuxi's "Langtaosha")
6. What is the wind in July in The Book of Songs?
The Book of Songs, National Style, Folk Customs and July (sound bρn) is full of fire in July, and clothes are given in September.
The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce. No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.
And my daughter-in-law. The Guardian said, "Very good".
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.
The woman followed with a basket, begging for soft mulberry. Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.
The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home. Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.
Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take the axe. I'm afraid of mulberry if I want to cut far and wide.
Singing in July, achievement in August. Xuan zai Huang, I, for the childe petticoats.
Beautiful in April, singing in May. Harvest in August and crush in October.
A day to raccoon, fox, for the child. The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts.
Privately, publicly. In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.
July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed. The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.
Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room. In June, food is depressed and stinging, in July, anemones and stingrays.
Peel dates in August and get rice in October. To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.
Eat melons in July, break pots in August and pick tea in September. We poor farmers can feed.
Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October. The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.
Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace. The sun is in the hair, the night is in the rope, and the house is taken urgently, and the hundred valleys are broadcast.
The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied. On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek.
First frost in September, washing the floor in October. A friend drank wine and said, kill the lamb and go to court.
Said there was no end to longevity.
7. What are the poems about July 7th?
"July 7th" poem is as follows:
1, "Poetry of the Cow and the Girl on July 7th"
Southern and Northern Dynasties-Xie Huilian
The setting sun fades and the bright moon shines high.
Full of dew, analyze the vibration wind.
The webbed feet are very open, and the blink of an eye is round.
Han Yun has a spirited horse, and he will follow each other next year.
Far Sichuan prevents intimacy, and cultivates Zhu kuo and Qing Rong.
You can't make an algae, and you can't track it.
It's been two years since autumn, but today's party is unparalleled.
It's easier to fall back into the Jianghu than to love for a long time.
Woluoling whirls, and the clouds are empty.
Sleeping with pity on Gu Hua, chasing dragons far away.
2. "July 7"
Song-Yu Shi
Yuyu is dust-free and pale in the moonlight. Who told the Weaver Girl to stop at night?
Ruan divides north and south into rich and poor, and rivers into right and wrong.
There are books in the abdomen to dry, so if you are smart, you don't have to pray.
Every time I open a bottle with * * *, the music is dripping with wine.
3. "On July 7th, I visited the Western Hills of Beijing with Bachelor Song Xianfu and my family."
Yuanzhou Qi Bo
The food is extremely touching and the eyes are dull.
The sea and air shook the iron gates in the air, and the mountain wind swept the fog to make Jincheng clean.
Ying, under the toast account, Xiao Fei, the seventh school camp.
Care for each other is not over yet, and the pot will be crooked tomorrow.
4. "Looking at the fallen leaves in the garden on the evening of July 7, it feels like accumulation."
Song-Zhang Lei
The East Garden doesn't last long, and the leaves are flat. 18 years old is amazing.
Looking forward to his hometown, fishing for the rest of his life. When you are in exile, you dare not be light.
8. Poems about the wind
The wind rises in the clouds, and the weaver girl returns to her hometown at home.
Andrew, soldiers are always looking! It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
The morning breeze is the morning breeze, and the forests in the north are gloomy. If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin.
How come? How come? Forget me a lot! Xi Feng, He Yu. Give women fear.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Look up and down.
Use Dewey. Instead of horses.
Suddenly I went to the north. The wind will prevail forever.
Think about the other side I hope to follow that bird.
Fly south. First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs.
The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes. When I first heard Zhuo Cave raging, I heard Ma Ben.
The paper futon sits in the clear night, as if it were in Ruoye Village. Clear light and smoke.
Ramulus Cinnamomi flows askew, and apple leaves flutter in the breeze. In autumn, the wine is also open.
When the wind rolls over the water, the trees are destroyed and people die. At the end of the year, the wind blows, and the night is cold and snowy.
Yangchun has grown up. Plants and grass grow with strong winds.
How can you be careless? The breeze blows the blue sea, gives birth to Longlin, and takes a crane and gets half drunk to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When the wind blows, the line is silent. From darkness to green law, Bai's life is far away.
Breeze grass, big leaves are long and round The dew and dew are together, and the sunset reflects the flowers deeply.
Lonely and silent, windy and wild. Revlon is teetering, and the leaves in the forest curl silently.
The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt. Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow.
I boarded the gate and looked around the world. The gale rises from the north, howling and shaking the danger.
A little cool breeze blows gently, carefree. Turn over the leaves in the forest and beat the red and blue around the trees.
The water in the Three Gorges is boundless. Unlike a new pond, the breeze is rippling.
There is no ancient foundation, and the monument is built with moss. The evening breeze is like the noise you hear.
The bamboo moves, and the land and water are fried. The rain on the balcony is quiet and the breeze moves the blue musk deer.
The wind is blowing and the grass is growing. Xu blows away from Cui, half floating.
Turtles rest in Lan Zhi Garden in Qiongyao Garden, Yun Fei. Jade is not hidden, the sky is light and the wind is light.
Huayang was full of surprises, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the market. Suddenly shake the orchid leaves and fly lightly to pick bamboo bushes.
There are thousands of bamboo poles in Donggang, and the big ones are around the feet. In the meantime, the breeze was born and it was chilly. Why is the wind so crazy? It seems to blow the mountain down.
There are clouds under the tree and grass on the house. Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
It's dark and boundless. Where are the pedestrians? Look at the dark bamboo by the pool, and you will be ashamed when you leave the island.
More worthy of the sound of breeze and streamer. The setting sun shines on the beach and kites fly in the breeze.
Quietly return to Lin Heshi and sit and read health articles. The breeze is far away and the strings are swaying.
The treetops in the forest are shining, and the pine path is quiet at night. The wind and rain come from the north, and the trees roar. At night, it never stops, and the sound is chaotic in autumn in Jiang Tao.
Beautiful days urge the evening scenery, and the model is early spring. Warm floating Feng Dan Que, slightly beautiful Heilongjiang.
Strong winds are blowing from the north, threatening 100 thousand troops. The grass and trees are all soldiers, and the road is difficult to divide.
The mountains are full of gas and the sky is full of clouds. Mountain clouds are like cattle and horses, and water clouds are like fish and turtles.
It's dark during the day, and the sky in Hou Kun is gloomy at dusk. There is movement in Gaocheng, and my house is not enough to lift.
The son dare not lie under the bed, and the servant dare not close the door. The old man has two ears, and Qi Xin has no land.
Yeai doesn't know snow, but she feels uncomfortable. The cloth is as cold as iron, and the chaff is slightly warm.
If you don't think about it, it will be dark and empty. There's nothing I can do. I freeze to death in an isolated village! The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt.
Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow. Long-term practice should be latent, and it will float every time it gets dark.
When there is a forest, no tree rustles temporarily. Smoke slowly, light and auspicious.
The harvest year is waiting, singing beautiful Tang Yao. The breeze wrinkles the water boots, and the thin sun dries the clouds and eggs.
The same cloud curtain, the wind is mighty, and six flowers fly down. The setting sun is on the west peak, and the jade is full of snow.
The wind turned around and scared the ape to climb the jade. It's windy in Qinghai, and the flying sand beats the earthquake.
Dongting wind, dangerous wall folded if empty. If you go to the south, it will take a hundred years to decide what to do.
It's raining and snowing, and the wind is coming, cold and far away. Raise wine to persuade white clouds, and lament the decline of the year.
The breeze is blowing, which makes my horn string rhyme. Lean the new moon on the Hu bed and stop to blow the wind.
The grass is cool and the warbler is drizzling. The breeze blew over the reeds, and the light rain got wet.
Chun yin's desert soil is moist, with mild spring temperature. Storks fly into the air, and wind and rain sweep across Yuan Ye.
When Surabaya shines on the stars, the breeze blows the mirror uneven. The cold wind is tight and the rain is empty, and the number of maple trees in the north is new.
The breeze blows away the spring thoughts, and the light rain washes away the dark makeup. The spring breeze is like willow green, and the sun shines like a stranger.
The snow hits the window and the gravel is fine, and the wind sweeps the wild. Beautiful scenery is like a flat wall, and the breeze does not move.
When the breeze doesn't move, the sky is drunk and things are moist and silent. Last night, the cool wind was rustling, and fireflies floated in the bed.
The wind pushed the clouds down like mountains, and pedestrians on the road were covered with snow. The head of the ridge is cold, and the breeze and drizzle are chilling. The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
The wind shakes the handle of the Beidou, and the rain overflows the Tianhe wave. It's windy in Chengdu in June, and the houses are shaking.
Cui Wei, a dark cloud, blocked the void like a ghost in the wind. Thunder burst into flames and shot the earth red. The fate of heaven is ups and downs, and the dragon's tail does not drag the east.
Raindrops are on the same axis, mountains destroy rivers and overflow roads, and thousands of feet pine is uprooted. It doesn't mean that people will wash their breasts when they are young.
There are no clouds or stars in the sky, and the wind suddenly blows from the southwest. Shouteng's old wood is incomplete, and there is no room outside the door.
Weng Wei exclaimed that the child was crying and the roof tiles were flying empty. Wu Min magpie dies when the nest leans, and the empty black is also suspected of evil spirits.
There are only melons and cows in the south, hoping to be swept away. The pedant laughed at himself, and he was still studying.
The light rain and breeze separated the curtain, and the golden stove was cold and unintentional. Peach blossoms fall everywhere in spring, and catkins pile up snow to abandon suspicion.
Fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a breeze and Mao Mao rain on the river. Green and yellow clothes.
Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Death.
Death. Where is the flute?
In spring, a pole rises to add water. Grass and geese, green and breeze.
A stone dragon lying high can't breathe. The breeze is still and the sky is drunk.
The breeze makes green apples, and the breeze in the golden pool. Shake Cui Lin gently, and then hunt quietly.
It doesn't hurt to cover up the future. Once in the cold weather, Wan Li cleared the frost.
Destroy Deng Lin in the north and drop Fusang in the east. Sweep away the clouds and clear the selfless light.
You are lonely, and Yanhai is open to navigation. The breeze is soft and fragrant, and the morning light is scattered.
Where to study, Xixi and Qin Chun. There is a breeze in the courtyard, and Gao Songyun is born.
I'm not confused when I listen, and I feel refreshed every day. The breeze is blowing gently, and the desert is hazy.
Such as the word of God, like playing Dongting. Xi Feng, He Yu.
Give women fear. Will Ann be happy? Will that woman be abandoned?
Learn from the valley wind, maintain the wind and be depressed. Hold your fear in your arms.
Will be happy, throw it away. There is Feng in the west and Wei in the west.
No grass will never die, no wood will never wither. Forget my virtues and think about my little grievances.
The breeze is nothing.
9. What are the ancient poems about July?
A gift from the Japanese-stone
(Tang Dynasty) I let the lonely Chu come to the world to pay back the yuan, and I didn't have time until I paid back the yuan. Burning incense silently in the immortal view, knowing that the teacher is far away in Yushan.
The concept of etiquette in the middle yuan dynasty
(Tang) Four Taiwei preface, three yuan in the air. Clouds greet the blue sky, and chapters play the Jade Palace. The altar drips Sophora flower dew, and Bai Fengxiang. Feather clothes are ethereal, Yao hub is empty. For a long time, I longed for a banquet, and I often mourned the reunion of Polygonum hydropiper. How to award green capsules and then visit Hong's family.
Xu Xu, Ministry of Justice of Zhongyuan Customs
(Tang) Yin and Wu both opened secret records, Mr. Bai Shili. The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear. The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned. Jade cave flowers have long hair, and the pearl palace is the brightest. Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow. After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name.
Zhongyuan Zuo
(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin came to the palace on the first day of the Festival, and made a pilgrimage to the Qing Dynasty in the Yuan Dynasty. The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror. I will save my sleep and listen to the rain, but I don't know if I am lost for bloom. How can the bluebird catch the bird before it reaches Yingzhou?
Mid-autumn night
Mid-Autumn Night (Tang Dynasty) On the Mid-Autumn Night of Li Ying's Jiangnan Water Temple, I saw the moon moths beside the golden millet fence. The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the emerald ring moves to see many people. The fragrant and colorful temples are condensed with blue musk deer, and the dew around Tsing Yi is mixed and renewed. Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home.
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(Tang) Lu Guimeng's orange village dew has been cleared, and Mr. Dong Guo is still ill. Lonely pillows are easy to break dreams, but short eaves are difficult to spread books. The broad clouds should be close to the sun, but I am still sparse in the reflection. Those who only admire feathers are like water, flat and empty.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, a hundred flowers blossom.
Fan Zhongyan, the satrap of Nanyang, was crazy and didn't enjoy the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival. In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night. Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, cold light shoots treasures, and stars are rare. Look at the world downstairs. Everyone is in the jade pot. The heat is always unavoidable. It is fate to have a cool life tonight. A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated. The guests were drunk and danced after my songs, which were like CSI.
In the rain of the Central Plains, Zi Jin appeared.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, the Zhu mansion was still busy and gloomy, and the fire flowed westward. Happy holidays, cold rain and sudden autumn shock. In the evening, the blue path is purple and the trees are quiet. Once the inflammation is gone, Taiwan Province will not be left behind. Knife and pen with screen, noise and heart rest. It is ironic to say that burning incense is delicious. Zi also plays literature and history, which is the same as Youyou.
Appreciating the Moon in the Mid-Yuan Dynasty
(Ming) Bian Gong loves to be clear, and he won't go downstairs. It's not the leap month, but the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight.
Zhong yuan ri Zhai zhong Zuo
(Ming) Zhu's pottery pillow is a separate screen. He lies alone in the rain. Wangchuan used to be a temple, and the new history was written by someone. In autumn, the window bamboo is lonely, and the magnolia begs for food. I will have to escape from Zen for many years, but I don't want to wake up for a long time.
Reflections on Mid-Autumn Festival
(Qing) Wang Kaitai Dojo is full of ghosts, and the original magnolia has an ancient meaning. But the strange thing is that there is a red note on the door, and the meat mountain and wine sea celebrate the Central Plains.
Chang 'an Miscellaneous Bamboo Branches "
(Qing) The trees in Pombawan are cool and frosty, and it will be clear in mid-January. The children scrambled to clear the lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scattered in the fire city.