poems describing objects

1. The sunrise in the garden is still, there is no wind, and the blooming trees are like rime. I remember that in the deep hall of Jixian County, the dancers were all engaged in Yulong and Dragon. -"Rime" Song Ceng Gong

It turned into silver sand in the cold and fog, and the trees hung down. God knows I'm too quiet, so I'll open pear blossoms in advance.

Pear blossoms are endless and should be a beautiful game. The east gradually sees the rising sun, but it also turns into a light cloud. -"Rime" is clear. Song Zhao

3, makeup point Yaolin even foggy, buried grass without sheep sleeping. -"Can La" Song Hanqi

4, the moon is cold and dizzy, and the galaxy is frozen. The eaves flowers wear the rime, and the window paper fights the wind. -"Cold Night" Shen

5, first doubt the frost, then doubt the fog. Jade chips fly and golden flowers spit. The east wind blows evenly, and thousands of pears bloom. -"Flowers are not flowers"

Rime is clear, Weng Rui 'an.