Miscellaneous Landscape Paintings (4)
Author: Zhu Yunming
Baihuatan Beizhuang is full of flowers, but no one comes out of Bijifang.
Because of the wind, bamboo leaves float on the towel and the flowers are fragrant on the ground.
General Xiao Li's yard is very small (two songs)
Author: Zhu Hao
Flowers are blooming, the palace wall is surrounded by willow shadows, and the five tombs are fascinated by spring scenery.
When Nagato closes the moon in Zhaoyang, it is still fragrant red and chasing hooves.
The injured elder sister
Author: Zhou Yuru
Flowers fall in sorrow, and warblers cry to help.
Sweet soul is like running water, which is gone forever.
The Mid-Autumn Festival dry songs of the three chiefs
Author: Zhou
A hundred teams of lanterns accompany us, and the fairy moth descends on the moon.
Even if you can't see the clothes, you can smell the wind in the white light.
Send Tianzhu to Zhu An.
Author: Master Zhi 'an
Outside the flower bed, the piano sat endlessly, and the wind was full of dew, thinking about staying up late.
The bleak crickets sound like the moon, destroying the autumn leaves of the phoenix tree.
Whenever spring dreams follow the grass, ruler books also send melancholy.
Tianxianglou, the four gentlemen are cool at night.
Send Wu Kecun back to the mountain.
Author: Zuo Zheng
At the end of spring, flowers return to willows, and green hills send you home thousands of miles away.
* * * pour wine in the north and drink Nanxi water rock alone.
Sails hang, the sunset is lonely, and geese fall in the rain.
The lonely city is heartbroken today. There is no need to prepare wet clothes for Qi Lin.
Excellent choice
Author: Zheng Hong
Flowers fall to the sun window and swallow the eaves, teeth are green and leaves are green.
Valley and Yuntong trail, clear waves and sparse curtains in April.
Send Zhang You back to Wumen.
Author: Zhao
Tears wet the clothes before flowers, leaving the wine pavilion after sunset.
This trip to Wujiang is full of frost and moon, and everyone can send Dongting books.
Kezhong Yuan Xi
Author: Zhao Di
It's late at night in the flower market, and the fragrance of Rocky is heavy.
I don't know where the music started, but new worries spread to the guests.
Bachelor of Taekwondo in Autumn
Author: Zhang Zhi
The flowers are quiet and quiet, and the world is lonely.
Famous Yangzi Pavilion, Cifu Zhong Xuan Building.
Du Ruocang is in the rain, and the spring tide is crossing the boat.
I am pregnant with you, and my temples are autumn.
midnight
Author: Zhang Yuankai
Bloom is in her prime, and her makeup is beautiful at midnight.
Make the flute into colorful music, and tune the instrument into the strings of funeral music.
The jade nest is full of gold, and the mandarin duck is wrapped in brocade.
Don't put out the silver candle, pity the jade man.
The azaleas are in full bloom.
Author: Zhang Xianyi
Flowers, leaves and leaves are fragrant, and the beautiful scenery is long from morning till night.
What is the end of Jiangnan spring? Zigui is getting younger.
The secondary rhyme is stronger than the middle end.
Author: Zhang Jian
Flowers fall on Hongyun Island, and the wind gives birth to white jade.
Real people don't go out, they are unique.
The rain swept the floor at the beginning, and the opening curtain rang.
At this time, Chunsi turned to the fans.
Six-character quatrains of compound words (five)
Author: Zhang Han
Flowers and shadows overlap, and the wind is awkward.
In warm days, bees make honey, and in cold spring, birds live alone.
magnificent
Author: Zhang Bi
When the flowers fall and spring comes, the guests don't return, and Zhong Xuan leans against the oblique light upstairs.
My hometown is far away from Sanjiang and green everywhere.
Topic sunflower
Author: the emissary of occupying the city
Flowers are similar to hibiscus, and leaves are just like hibiscus.
You can't cover it with five feet. Leave half for others to see.
Song of Jinling
Author: Yuan Kun
Flower hair Taicheng Garden Temple is barren, and the legacy of the Six Dynasties hurts people.
Cui Hua imagines the place where Chen swims, where the grass is lush, and there is no future.
Sitting alone in Qingming
Author: Yuan Kai
Liu Hua Qian Jia Guo Wai Village, a barren garden near the old official residence.
Clear forest mist, fine grass covered with oil waves.
The original boat fights for wine, and the flute smokes itself.
In the twilight, the mud wall of the sunset is closed alone after the tiredness of traveling.