Chunqing cherishes the crabapples in my hometown
Yang Wanli
The crabapples in my hometown are blooming today, and I dream about Jiangxi's brocade.
Everything is spring, people are old alone, and after a year, Yan will return.
It is as green as the day, and it is like flying catkins when you want to fall.
If you don’t have that scenery, you can’t have a meal, so you can send poems to attract the Cuiqiong cup.
Lang Taosha
Liu Yuxi
The spring sun is slanting beside Luoshui Bridge,
The clear blue stream can see Qiongsha lightly.
The wind blows violently on the road for no reason,
It scares the mandarin ducks to break out of the waves.
Recalling Lychee
Xue Tao
It is said that Xiang County is separated from the southern wilderness, and the red flesh and fleshy flesh are unforgettable.
There is Qingyi Lianchushui nearby, and the plain nectar is similar to fine nectar.
Poems in the Palace
Zhu Qingyu
The courtyard gate is closed when the flowers are silent, and the beauties stand side by side in the palace.
He wanted to talk about palace affairs with passion, but the parrot in front did not dare to say anything.
Lychee
Xu Yin
The wind and miasma smoke are blowing every day,
The precious fruit lychee in Nanyuan shines.
The crow pecked through the drops of Qiongjin, and the treasure vessel contained a clam with a round belly.
The only smell in Jinli is to relieve drunkenness and thirst.
The Rui Palace is only a gift to the gods.
Who drew out the orangutan's blood?
The ribs are deeply stained and fresh all over the shell.