The hand-cultivated Lanrui was planted two or three times, and there was warm air on the first day and the second day.
After sitting for a long time, I don't know if Xiang is in the room. When I push the window, butterflies fly.
Qiu Huiyuan Jess
If there are not enough bushes, the empty valley will be fragrant for whom.
All the way is cold and cloudy, full of autumn fragrance.
Li Yuanqi, the title of Lanjitong
Although orchids are flourishing, their thorns have not been removed.
Su Xin is self-purifying, and she takes pleasure in it.
Mo LAN yuan yuan mei
The flying dome scattered all over the sky because of the empty rock.
Keep the ink and chat with yourself, not with the public.
Zheng Suonan's Lanyuan Nishang
The cymbidium turned into grass, and the desolation in the south disappeared.
Only the south heart has not changed, and tears and ink write Li Sao.
Lan Jian
Flowers are flying in the sound of pelicans, and Chu Lan is the only one left.
The spring breeze mourns the grass first, and the prince and grandson do not return.
ChristianRandPhillips Fen Li Ming Meng Yang
Cai Lan Xiangbei Branch, Shuo Nanxun, Li Mu.
The stagnant water contains Yao color, and the breeze carries jade sound.
In Yun Qi, the sky is blue and the sunset is cloudy.
I don't know the bitterness of bamboo, but I see deep tears.
Ming Lan Chen Ruyan
Lansheng is born in the deep mountains, with rich fragrance.
I want to reward the world and move it to the high hall.
Both rain and dew are lost, and the roots are away from home.
Although you take good care of it, it is not the right way to raise it.
Winter is cold, frost and snow are zero, and green leaves are afraid of carving.
If you are in a forest, you will still be fragrant.
Li Ming's household necessities in "Chuilan"
Never hunt incense from the wind, look down at the stream and feel sorry for yourself.
The empty mountain in spring is a mess, half of which belongs to a wild firewood collar.
Chen Ming Zhang Xian's Painting Orchids
The paraquat business in Huilan Yinya is getting better and better.
A gentleman who lives in danger is different from a constant person.
[Title Juan] Wen Mingpeng
I trained Whelan two or three times, and the Japanese style was the first one.
After sitting for a long time, I didn't know the fragrance in the hall, so I opened the window and butterflies flew.
A Historical Investigation of Zi An Lan's Ming Dynasty
The national fragrance is scattered, the grass is green, and it is in harmony with the Forbidden City.
Who said that some people wrote with tears, and the roots were resentful of the east wind.
Li Ming's daily necessities in Painting Orchids
April in the south of the Yangtze River is sunny after rain, and orchids spit fragrant bamboo, with thousands of gestures.
Butterflies don't come to sleep, but small windows blow away.
I hate the strong views of Youlan, so I won't discuss them with you.
When the nose touches it, it will digest, and it is not fragrant.
Chu Wang Yu Lan Hua Mingji Chen Ru
Over the years, the empty valley is half frost, leaving a fragrance scattered in the grass.
I'm afraid firewood man will win Alan, and the beauty will be included in the salary.
Dong Qichang, Ming Lan
Green flowers are planted beside rocks, and their solitary roots are different from those of bloom.
Under the window of the mountain, the wine column spreads and the paper smells.
There are boundless grass and spring smoke, and the mountain in Grain Rain is called Rhododendron.
How many noble children, who will enjoy the quiet edge.
Chinese ink orchid Wei
Green water should only overflow white apples, and rouge should only read lips.
Since I painted Lan Xiang, I have never been idle about this topic and laymen.
Ode to the four quatrains of Tongxin Lan Qian Qing Qian Yi
When I stopped picking orchids for my new makeup, I suddenly saw a man who was bent on spitting.
Cherish the spirit and make up the eyebrows.
Thank you for the title drawing.
The bluegrass is in rows and the mountains are meaningful.
Loyalty is still self-embracing, why fight for the public?
orchid
Like thousands of feet, orchids are in the sky.
There are firewood pickers, so you can't reach out and pick them up.
Write proudly
No one dares to plant bluegrass and three sets.
Find a novel method and the ink will be blown out.
Taoguang Temple painted for Master Song Yue.
Painted on January 1st, sent to Guo.
Beyond Qianshan, we know much more than the old ones.
Jiang Shiquan, the mirror image of Wang Zhe Village in Qing Dynasty.
There is no self-phase in the air, and the static wave stops.
Hand-picked orchids, such a wonderful fragrance.
"Write a letter from Shi Lan" Qing Zhiyong
An empty stone, some grass.
Write about the person who sent the dust, don't forget Lin Quan.
Ren zai's Orchid and Painting
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What about the smell of the room? The city wall is an empty valley.
One punch is ancient and charming, and one beauty is alone.
The second is.
Ethan thinks a lot, but my heart is far away? .
Paper window appeals to the soul, but dare not admire its appearance.
The third is.
Magnetic bucket sends beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant.
You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.
Lan Qing Ma Qian
Congfalan has a cliff, and Tuogen is near a slight cold.
Spring water flows out and the wind keeps blowing.
Dong caoyin
Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.
As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has a few wisps of hair, with a double bun on the top.
The evening window smells fragrant, and the wind shadows want to make yarn.
Zhulanqing medical instrument
Su xiangfo rice, Zhu Rui Xianjie clothing.
Fame is expensive, but it is difficult to contain buds.
The prodigal son is willing to make peace, but the village mother is ashamed.
Spring is a clear wish, and it is easy to get rid of dew and flowers.
When Zhuo Zi was appointed to the library to discuss poetry, Orchid was the first to release "Qing Kong Ren Shang".
After the rain, the river was wet, so it was very cold to explore Ye Mei Temple.
Going back and forth to Dungu, chanting to comfort idle officials.
If you don't believe in poetry, you will always worry about this word.
Love words are long and smell worse than orchids.
"Painting Orchids" Qing Tan Stone
The wild goose sings Gao Jiang's dream, and Chu Zhuxiang rises at dusk.
Di Zi didn't come to Shan Gui to cry, but one day she wrote Li Sao.
Wei Moyuan, Ji Shao, He Qing.
Hui hugged Lan Huai and felt sorry for herself, but the beauty was pulled far away by Yun Lan.
If the east wind doesn't save the young lady, you may miss another year of youth.
"Painting Orchids" Sun Qing Yuan Xiang
Lisao, an old root seedling, is swaying in the water clouds.
Recognize the double shadow of the spring breeze, and get lost without smelling the fragrance.
The title of the book "Empty Valley and Orchid Map" is Wang Qing Shen Shi.
Bluegrass is like a hermit's heart, arrogant and self-destructive.
Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.
Qing Li Fang Ying, The Orchid Book.
Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples.
When households have exhausted their worries and hoes, they are afraid of losing their fragrance when they get to the mountains.
Lanxi huangqingren
Picturesque mountain city and small shore, half a balcony pillow through Tianjin.
Even if you don't reach Xiaoxiang Road, the famous flow of vanilla is even more touching.
Jingmen Zaliyong Qingyoutang
There are nine songs in the withered Hechi, and waves in the cave under the leaves of the maple forest.
Since ancient times, moths have injured their eyebrows, so they only use Qiu Lan to hang them and giggle.
Flower Blue clears Ma Qian.
Yesterday, street vendors saw me write orchids and onions.
I once lost an onion and you stole it into my painting.