One of the nine poems of Gao Qi's "Plum Blossom" with step rhyme
The original rhyme of Gao Qi's "Plum Blossom"
The beauty only appears in Yaotai, who wants to Jiangnan is in trouble everywhere?
The noble man lies in the snow-covered mountains, and the beauties come under the moonlit forest.
The sparse shadows of bamboos are scattered in the cold, and the lingering fragrance of spring is covered by moss.
Since I left, there has been no good song, and the east wind has been sad and silent for a few times.
Bu Gaoqi's "Plum Blossom" rhyme
(1)
Poetry·The gentle breeze blows the willows
The flowers are shining brightly on the spring terrace , a wonderful tree is planted in a precious land.
The beautiful Penglai and Hongxue have gone, and the fragrant Langyuan and Purple Clouds have come.
Paintings depict green bamboos in the forest, and poems are written on stones to sweep away green moss.
Only when you are chanting xu can you sing the wonderful lines, and your heart will be far away with the blooming flowers.
(2)
Poetry·Time
There are beautiful Zhangtai in various poses, with winding paths and horizontal branches planted in the north and south.
The flowers of Yushu lie in the snow, and the sweet smell comes from the pleasant step.
Moving lotus steps through the repairing bamboo, focusing on the moss.
Although I feel sad but have no intention of chanting, my heart is still open to you?
(3)
Poetry·Wen Tao
Whoever carries the holy seed down to Yaotai is delighted to see Qiongzhi planted in Beiyuan.
The beautiful shadows have not faded away with autumn, but the fragrance has entered the snow.
In winter, the ancient cypresses stand in frost, and in spring, you can see a few moss among the bushes.
The poet recites poems in search of good rhyme, and the east wind promises new blooms in my year.
(4)
Poetry·Moon-filled West Tower
The clanking iron bones are drunk on the piano platform, and the jade pistils are planted in the snow.
The cold dew carries away the soul lightly, and the cold wind carries a faint fragrance.
Thousands of paintings depict sparse shadows, and thousands of ink paintings draw green moss.
The red calyx in the thin shirt is swaying and smiling, and the flowers are withered and the beauty is blooming.
(5)
Poetry · Lotus Heart and Plum Blossoms
There are some cold and snowy spring terraces, and it is difficult to find the age when the old man was killed.
The rugged stone wall slants out, and smoke and clouds stretch straight out.
There are only two or three flowers of ecstasy, and there are only four or five moss in the rhyme.
When you are free and pure and cultivate your pride, there will be no competition between kitsch and vulgarity.
(6)
Poetry·Zhiruojingxuan
The slender branches of a tree reflect the window sill, just like the jade hand planted by Xian'e.
The silken gown comes with makeup and brocade, and the green maiden wears her pendant and wears fragrance.
The wind returns and picks up the dream of Yangzhou, and the snow dance chases the moss of his old garden.
I often lament that there are no good sentences when winter comes, and I linger at the bottom of the flowers with beautiful thoughts blooming,
(7)
Poetry·Yuhan
The beautiful branches are leaning on the balcony with dew, and the bright and charming beauty is planted secretly.
The wind in the shadow corridor invites you, and the winding path invites you.
Lonely and indifferent to worries about side things, lonely and leaning on the moss after the rain.
A wisp of lovesickness is hard to give up, and the solution will open your blue eyes for you.
(8)
Poetry·Ten Thousand Ifs
Bing Xin was originally stationed in Yaotai, who brought Qiongzi to earth?
Watching the moonrise with sparse shadows at the window, the faint fragrance enters the tent and dreams come true.
The exquisite charm of the horizontal flute, the unique style and unique moss.
Before I beg you to beg Dongjun, you are charming, writing poems and jade pens to touch the spring blossoms.
(9)
Poetry·Purple Light in the Sea of ??Clouds
The graceful beauty descends from the Qiongtai, spreading all over the world.
The plain dyed Qiu branches are lying in the ice and snow, and the red and beautiful beauty is here.
The cold fragrance may not be inferior to that of orchid, and why should the spring beauty smile at the green moss.
Since ancient times, poetry and poetry have been idle, and the halls have been secretly blooming at various times.
(10)
Poetry · Holding flowers and smiling
Just after I left the chrysanthemum terrace under the moon, I saw qiongzhi planted in the snow again.
The sparse shadows have not left the autumn pattern, and the faint fragrance has drifted into the fermented rice.
There is no need for a poet to recite a thousand lines, I would rather rouge a few moss.
When the rain is frightening, the bottom of the string is old, and the spring mud promises me a hundred years to bloom.
(11)
Poetry·Red Sea
The secretly fragrant *** butterflies go to Yaotai, and the jade thin and sparse branches are planted in dreams.
The ice soul of Yuling is aware of the snow, and the poems of Luofu Qingxing are here.
The beautiful spring scenery expresses the smiling face, and the beautiful green moss is still beautiful.
The unique beauty is hazy red and purple, and the silver toad recognizes you in the shadow.
(Twelve)
Poetry·Sunshine
The cold wind blows in the Yaotai, and the proud soul of poetry is lost.
If it’s not a warm winter gossip, how can you sharpen your secret fragrance?
When Xianchen walks on the street, he is fascinated by the brocade, and the fragrance is full of fragrance, which makes people feel a little moss.
The painting depicts the scenery with expressive brushwork, and the silver frost and smiling jade are stained with fragrance.
(Thirteen)
Poem·Floating Maple Leaves
Fairy plants and dew-seeded spring terraces are planted everywhere in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
A few trees are covered with frost, and the swans have gone, and a jade tree is covered with snow.
You pity the freezing rain on a cold night, and everyone is jealous of the beautiful green moss in the early morning.
Slowly, the beautiful figure is under the moon, and the east wind calls me to drive quietly.