Away from the grass in the garden
come and go with every season
wildfire never quite consumes them
they are tall once more in the spring wind
sweet they press on the old high-road
and reach the crumbling city-gate
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again
I hear them sighing after you
Pine (Bai Juyi)
It is a pine with a hundred feet and a big circumference, and was born at the bottom of the cave.
it's dangerous to die of old age in deep mountains.
Tianzi Mingtang owes Liang Mu, so he has two questions to ask.
who is a metaphor for the creation of the sky, but it is not in line with the lack of materials.
Jin Zhang Shilu is a wise man in Yuan Xian, while cow clothes are cold and cheap, and The Story Of Diu Sim is expensive.
Although there are differences between The Story Of Diu Sim and Niu Yi,
The higher one is not necessarily wise, and the lower one is not necessarily stupid.
don't you see that corals are born on the deep seabed, but elms are planted in the sky!
Yang Liuzhi's Ci (Bai Juyi)
A tree has thousands of branches of spring breeze, tender as gold and softer than silk.
In the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, who belongs to all day?
Buy flowers (Bai Juyi)
The imperial city is in the twilight of spring, and it's bustling with cars and horses.
*** When you say peony, go with me to buy flowers.
the price is changeable, and the reward depends on the number of flowers:
hundreds of red flowers are burned, and five bundles of elements are pressed.
put up a curtain and weave a fence to protect it.
after water is sprinkled and covered with mud, the color remains the same.
every family is accustomed to custom, and everyone is puzzled.
There is a Tian She Weng who occasionally comes to buy a flower shop.
bow your head and sigh alone, and this sigh is ignored.
a cluster of dark flowers is blessed by ten people. (writing peony)
Like a dream (Li Qingzhao)
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind dispersed, so a deep sleep didn't kill the wine.
I ask the shutter man, but I know that Haitang is still there.
do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin
adding words to pick mulberry seeds
Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the atrium, and the leaves are heart-warming.
It's raining in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and it's dripping with rain; A little bit of rain, worrying about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!
Spread the Huanxisha (Li Qingzhao)
Knead the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of demeanor, such as Yanfu, is too bright.
plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, but cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked through a thousand miles of dreams, but heartless. (writing osmanthus)
partridge sky (Li Qingzhao)
It is dim and light, and the corpus luteum is soft, but the trace of emotion is far away, and only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light and dark red? It is the first among flowers.
Mei Ding is jealous, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet can be ruthless, but why didn't he receive it in those years. (Osmanthus) When the sea fairy sent out the fragrant cluster, she hung the green hair upside down.
if you turn over your plain face, your lips will not fade when you wash your makeup. High emotions have vanished, and they don't dream with pear flowers.
Huan Xi Sha Yong Ju (Su Shi)
Chrysanthemum is dark and frosty all night, and the new buds and green leaves shine on the forest, and the thatched cottage is green and yellow. The fragrant fog is shocking and half-broken, and the clear spring is afraid to taste it for the first time. Wu Ji's hands are still fragrant after three days.
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden (Lin Bu)
All the fragrant flowers shake off their unique splendor and occupy the small garden.
The shadows are horizontal and oblique, the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
The frost birds steal their eyes before they want to go down, but the pink butterfly dies when they know it.
fortunately, there is a little rhyme to talk about, and there is no need for a sandalwood * * * gold bottle.
the sidekick
chants peony
Jiang Kui
hates spring, and it's easy to go, but
even in spring, he lives in Yangzhou.
It's drizzling,
I'm writing a poem on the tip of a cocoon chestnut.
red bridge 24,
always in the clouds.
speechless,
gradually taking off the palace clothes and smiling at each other.
golden pots with thin leaves,
thousands of flowers singing and dancing around.
whoever misses me and turns his temples into silk,
come here to honor me.
the day after tomorrow, there are countless greeneries in the West Garden.
Lonely Liu Lang, self-taught flower spectrum.