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Flowers weeping willows make it clear, and duckweed with purple back is good.
In March, I asked Fang to ride a phoenix couple, and I sang along for a while.
Turn off the lights, the courtyard hurts the birds, and the terrace is wet.
Mo Wen Dong Jun complained of injustice, and his spontaneous sexual dreams were not clear.
(2)
After the rain clears, the village bridge rejoices and clears up, and the flying clouds come out of the hole to enjoy the cool.
Come to the wild to listen to the wind and walk alone in the mountains.
The sound of the surrounding sky fascinated passers-by, and the branches shook the green leaves to disturb the habitat.
Dancing with butterflies in your eyes, dreaming of good flowers is always unknown.
Buyun Tang Yin's fallen petal poems
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Poetry, breeze blowing willow
On rainy days in Chu Qing, Cao Hui still grows in the same place.
Disturbance does not make high pillow dreams, and anxiety detours.
There are no butterflies in Xiang Han's flowers, and the tree warbler is light and smelly.
When the fragrance of Lin Chun is like brocade, the pink of peach and apricot are totally different.
(2)
Shishi JIU
When the clouds began to rain, the sky cleared up and new buds broke out.
The spring breeze urges the leaves to sleep, and the morning mist gently walks around the branches.
In the scorching sun at noon, the butterfly was tricked, and at the beginning of the full moon, Yinger was warmer.
I hope that the boudoir curtain will be embroidered with brocade, and it will be natural and clear through thick and thin.
(3)
Shi Wentao
The willow trees swaying on the shore are sunny, and all the trees have sprouted young leaves.
Beiyuan looks for fragrance like a dream, and the west wing travels to Tasha.
Sweet and cold shadows are thin butterflies in the bushes, and beautiful feathers are tree warblers.
It was not until the spring of March and a half that Yan Tao and Su Li saw clearly.
(4)
Shi Hanyu
When it rains, the outing is sunny, the clouds are steaming and the scenery is beautiful.
Spring birds are free in the forest, and pink butterflies are calm and strange.
It's getting colder and colder, tourists are fascinated by the pool, and bamboo loves flying warblers.
Climbing to the top of the mountain, the mountain is very small and full of green and red eyes.
(5)
Poetry in Late Autumn and Sunset
It rains and washes the sunset, and the red color is worrying.
It is better to stay in spring than to be affectionate, and your reputation has not been practiced.
Always remember a thousand words from a bosom friend, just like smelling a hundred warblers in the flower season.
It is helpless to pour the lamp on the railing, and it is too late for a person to be drunk.
(6)
Smelin bamboo language
It rains for a long time and sunny for a long time, and it is full of charm with tears and pears.
Thunder and jade shake three times, and the wind sings all the way.
Clouds are difficult to understand the dream between the courts, and the moonlight is empty for Liu Shangying.
If you want spring to stay, you can't do without it. You can thank yourself every year.
(7)
Poetry Yue Yue
After the rain in Yaotai, the sun shines brightly and it is a little beautiful.
I want to pull up the skirt bridge and steal the powder painting.
Flying in a ten-mile cave, willow waves accompany wild warblers at three o'clock.
I can't bear to rock the boat to scare the crane away. It is not clear who is stupid.
(8)
Shi yifu
Happy Rain Ji Xiaotian Qing? Han Han is feminine and charming.
The bell of the ancient temple passed through the fog. Lanzhou mujiao paddles the water waves.
There are guest songs in the pavilion. There is no one to rest the wild warbler at the ferry.
Fishing and collecting firewood under the tree are all idle games. There is no dispute about winning or losing.