1, to Liu Jingwen.
Lotus didn't shelter from the rain,
There are branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum.
Good years must be remembered,
It's orange, orange and green.
2. Huanxisha chanting orange
Chrysanthemum withered overnight, and new shoots and green leaves shone in the forest. The thatched cottage on the bamboo fence is green and yellow.
The fragrant fog is half broken, and the clear spring dare not taste it for the first time. Wu Ji's hand is still fragrant after three days.
3. Huanxisha
Several pears are frosted, and once carved, they will shine. How can a wooden slave not be orpiment?
Beike is a stranger, Nanjin is priceless and enjoys a new taste, and his mouth is full of teeth.