1. Exploring Spring
The setting sun is cold and the grass covers the heavy door, and the moss is green and covers the basin after the rain.
Jade is the spirit that is hard to compare with purity, and snow is the skin. Bones are easy to ecstasy.
My heart is a little delicate and feeble, and my beautiful shadow has traces of the moon in the third night.
It is not said that the immortal can become an immortal, and accompany me to sing the dusk with passion.
2. Baochai
Treasuring her beauty, she keeps the door closed during the day, holding hands with an urn to fill the moss basin.
The rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow attracts the exposed soul.
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The autumn face reflects lightly on the double door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow.
When I go out of the bath, Taizhen ice makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul.
The morning breeze does not dissipate thousands of sorrows, and the lingering rain adds a trace of tears.
Leaning alone on the painting railing if you like, clearing the anvil and complaining about the flute to send the evening away. Daiyu
Half volume of Hunan The curtain is half-closed, and the ice is ground into jade to make a basin.
The stolen pistils are three-thirds white, and I borrow a wisp of the soul of the plum blossom.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sews a silk gown, autumn The resentful girl wipes away the traces of her cry.
She is shy and silently complains to someone. She is tired of leaning against the west wind and has fainted at night.
4. Xiangyun
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The gods came to the capital yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade.
Shuang'e loves the cold, but she also leaves her soul.
Where can Qiuyin hold it? Snow and rain stains add traces of separation.
But I like that the poet is tireless in singing, so how can I spend the day and night in loneliness.
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Hengzhijie Tongluo Xuemen is suitable for both wall corners and pots.
It is difficult to find a partner because flowers like to be clean, and people are easy to lose their souls when they are sad for autumn.
Jade candles drip dry tears in the wind, and the crystals The curtain is broken in the middle of the moon.
You want to complain to Chang'e, but you have no choice but the empty corridor is dim at night.
5. Yiju - Hengwu Jun
Wang The west wind brings melancholy and thoughts, when the polygonum is red and the reeds are white and the heart is broken.
There is no trace of the empty fence and the old garden in autumn. The thin moon is clear and frosty, and there is knowledge in dreams.
Thinking of the heart will return to the wild goose, solitary. Sit and listen to the late anvil idiot,
Who will take pity on me because of the yellow flower disease, and say condolences that we will meet again during the Double Ninth Festival.
6. Planting chrysanthemums - Mr. Yihong
Carrying a hoe The autumn garden has been moved here, and it is planted beside the fence and in front of the courtyard.
Unexpected rain last night, but today I am still happy to bring the frost to bloom.
Reciting thousands of poems about autumn colors in the cold, I am drunk. A cup of cold-flavored wine.
Care for the springs with mud seals, so that you know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust.
7. Offering chrysanthemums - an old friend of Zhenxia
It is a joy to play the piano and drink wine, and a few tables are decorated with Tingting.
The incense sticks are exposed in three paths across the seats, and the people who throw the book are facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent and brings a new dream. , The cold and setting sun in the garden reminds me of old travels.
The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums.
8. Painting Chrysanthemums - Heng Wu Jun
Poetry If you don’t know how to be wild in your drama, how can it be a waste of time in painting?
Thousands of dots of ink are splashed on the leaves, and a few traces of frost are dyed on the flowers.
The shadows in front of the wind are light and dense, dancing. The fragrance of autumn leaves the bottom of your wrists.
Don’t waste time picking at the east fence and chatting on the screen to comfort the Double Ninth Festival.
9. Hairpin chrysanthemum and banana leaves
The vase is used to plant fences day by day, and you will never recognize the makeup in the mirror.
The young master of Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
The short temples are cold and stained with three-path dew. , The fragrance of Gejin is stained by the autumn frost.
High emotions do not catch the eye of the times, clap your hands and let him laugh on the roadside.
10. Ju Meng - Xiaoxiang Concubine
I had a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon were indistinguishable.
Ascending to immortality is not to admire the village and produce butterflies. Reminiscing about the past, I still look for Tao Lingmeng.
Go to sleep and follow the wild geese. Breaking off, I was shocked to come back, so I was annoyed by the cries of crickets.
Who can I complain to when I wake up? The decaying grass and cold smoke have endless love. Visiting Ju-Yihong Gongzi
Try it out while the frost is clear. When traveling, don’t leave wine cups and medicine cups flooded.
Whose family will plant it under the moonlight before the frost? How can there be sorrow outside the threshold and by the fence?
The wax clogs come from afar and the love is obtained, but the cold chanting is not enough to enjoy the leisurely time. .
If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don’t bear the burden of hanging the head of the staff now.
11. Duiju - Zhenxia, ??an old friend
I moved to the other garden to compare with you. Gold, one clump is light and the other is deep.
Sitting on the edge of the shady fence, holding my knees and chanting in the cold fragrance.
After counting, there is no one who is proud of the world. It seems that I am the only one who knows everything. .
Autumn light is fleeting, don’t live up to it, it is better to cherish every inch of shade.
12 Chrysanthemums - Xiaoxiang Concubine
The rogue poetry devil invades at dusk, and walks around the fence to squeeze the rocks. Since the deep sound.
The writing is beautiful and frosty, and the mouth is full of fragrance and sings to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, but who can explain the autumn heart in a few words.
Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, the eternal high wind has spoken to the present.
13. Wenju - Xiaoxiang Concubine
If you want to know about the autumn mood, no one knows, so you mutter with your hands behind your back. Knocking on the east fence.
Who is hidden in the lonely and proud world? How late is the flower blooming?
How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? Can the cricket be sick of returning to lovesickness?
Don’t talk about the world without talking about it, why not explain it in a few words.
14. Chrysanthemum Shadow-Old Friend of Zhenxia
Autumn light overlaps one after another, and the potential sneaks away three times. In the middle of the path.
The windows and sparse lamps depict the distance and the near, and the sieve of the fence is broken and the moon locks are exquisite.
The cold fragrance leaves the soul, and the frost seal conveys the spirit and the dream is empty.
Treasure the secret fragrance and don’t step on it. Who can recognize the hazy eyes when you are drunk?
15. The residual chrysanthemum-banana leaves the guest
The dew and frost are gradually pouring, and the feast has just passed the light snow. At that time.
The pedicles are fragrant and golden, but the branches are not covered with green leaves.
Half the bed is full of moonlight, and the geese are late in the formation of cold clouds thousands of miles away.
The autumn wind knows we will meet again next year, so don’t miss lovesickness when we break up for the time being.
16. Like Meng Ling - Xiangyun
How can it be that the embroidered velvet is still spitting out, half the curtain is rolled up with fragrant mist, and the delicate hands are free Pick it up, the sky will make the cuckoo sing and the swallows be jealous. Stay, stay! Don’t let the spring go away.
17. Xijiang Moon - Baoqin
The Han Garden is limited in sporadic areas, and the Sui Embankment The embellishments are endless. The cause of spring is in the east wind, and the bright moon and plum blossoms are a dream.
Whose fragrant snow curtains are in the red courtyards? It is generally the same in the south and north of the Yangtze River, but it is the hatred of being away!
18. Like a Dream - Daiyu
The powder falls into the state of hundreds of flowers, and the fragrance lingers in the swallow building. The groups form pairs one by one. Wandering is like a person with a thin life, and the sky is lingering, talking about romance.
< p>The grass and trees are also aware of sorrow, and their youth is turning gray! Sigh, who will give up and who will take it in this life? Marry to the east wind and spring, no matter what, go by yourself, endure the flood and stay.19. Linjiang Fairy - Baochai
The spring dance in front of Bai Yutang, the east wind blows evenly. The bees and butterflies are in chaos. How can it be forgotten by the passing water?
Thousands of threads will never change, let him follow Gathering and dividing. The laughter of the time has no roots, and the good wind often takes advantage of it and sends me to the blue sky!
20. The joyful plaque of the wilderness - Yingchun
The garden is perfect and the landscape is prepared with special essence. Strange, I was ordered to be ashamed and feel happy.
Who believes that there is such a place in the world, and it would be better not to have a smooth mind when traveling?