Who has a poem about "Ran Yan"

Peach Blossom smiled, Xiao Rui (laughs). Spring is beautiful. Slowly dim into the cave. A cup full of peach green, lingering with * * *. Before getting drunk. Also sleeping in the shadow of red incense. Thirty-six cruel people have not arrived, and there are countless water clothes. The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain falls. (Smile) Shake it and Leng Xiang flies to the poem. At sunset. Green and graceful, my lover is gone, and I will fight for Ling Bo. I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they get cold, and I'm afraid I'll enter Nanpu and Xifeng. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room. How many fields, how much back to the sand. Jinyun is full of mirrors, beach towels and flutes, and boats are drunk. Don't worry about your short temples. The pool pavilion is cold at night, and this place suddenly welcomes you. The handle is round and green, standing in the wind and graceful. By drawing the diaphragm, I laughed until I was speechless. Yingying. The dew jade is evenly distributed, the sun shadow is red, and the evening makeup is sloppy. Still shocked, people are on and off, ashamed of Zhiping. Feel the dream of the West Lake for three years, and feel the leisurely autumn sound of Jinjing. It has been fascinating for a long time, and the night is cold and clear. Jiangcheng is rich in vegetation, but only plum blossoms are bitter and lonely. (Smile) Between bamboo fences, peaches and plums are always common. I also know that creation has profound significance, so I sent a beautiful woman to an empty valley. When you are rich and talented, don't wait for the golden plate to recommend the house in China. His lips were carried away by wine, and his sleeves were wrapped with Anh Hong meat. The forest is dark and foggy, Guang Xiao is late, the warm wind is light during the day, and the spring is full. Tears in the rain are also sad, and no one is more beautiful under the moon. There is nothing wrong with Mr. Wang's full stomach. He walks freely and needs a stomach. Don't ask people and temples, knock on the door with a stick to see bamboo cultivation. Suddenly, the gorgeous photos drifted away, sighing silently and wiping the sick eyes. Where did the humble country get this flower? There is nothing good about moving to West Shu. It's not easy to push your luck, but it's a swan. The whole world can read it, just to drink a song. In the Ming Dynasty, when I woke up alone, the snow began to fall. The isolated village is covered with hedges and slim. If you want to talk, you have to worry about who is laughing and look at the water. What is the secret of the wind if you are willing to suffer without seeking knowledge and appreciation? Pine and bamboo are more like frost and snow. Zhengnai is always an ice muscle. After several times, it is clear and foggy. Leng Xiang, Leng Yan is empty, the night is high and the moon is small. The ground was covered with moss, and there was a cry, and the shadow disappeared. There is no peace in the world, so spend two more cores. The faint rouge seems to fade away, and Jingyang spends its honeymoons. I still haven't slept enough in spring, but I still don't forget it. I can't help but think again, but I remember that the canal was demolished first. It is rare to be ecstatic, and to think more pitifully. I still remember that I was very dear. See you later, whoever chooses. But when I smile, it's the past. I have been lazy and still looking for poetry and wine. Listening to the night, after the rain, the pigeons are silent. Cuilvkong, Hongluan immersed in the shadow, (smiling) make up for the night. The fog was low and trembling. Flying tender lotus root fairy skirt, unlimited thinking. A new sample of brocade was tried on the elephant bed, and even embroidery was exhibited on the golden screen. It's better to be like, Ah Huan is charming and sleepy, and the spring clouds are warm. Pondering over the Waterfront Fu, New Frost □ Old Testament, West Wind Academy. Heartbroken, Qiu Jiang, colorful clouds scattered lightly. By whom, a kite flew over a wild goose. Elaborate on the harmony and resentment between eyebrows and willows. And take advantage of this, chrysanthemum weather, looking for drunk companions every year. (Ran Yan) Yanhe thousands of gold prices. It's hard to get into the play when you're far away. It's even more inconvenient just to respect how much you care. Not to have fun. Waste a good spring and lose a good night. Nowadays, people are easily ecstatic and can't stand it. Ask a host to take a temporary vacation in Huaihai, and dance and hold a banquet every time you escape. I haven't bought a mountain style for several years. It's hard to be strong, and it's hard to sit for long. The boatman is called a rower, and all the lakes are spring water. The more people who care about each other (smile). There is no need to embroider a quilt to sleep with you. Jiangcheng Spring Festival Gala, Haitang is near the water, you are alone. Really rich and beautiful, you don't need a luxury gold plate. No one under the moon, tears in the rain, still beautiful. Rich in muscle and wine, tender red and slight light. At dawn, the mist is deep in the forest, the beauty sleeps in spring, and her feet are hazy. Laughter is disgusting to hedges, and peaches and plums are vulgar. Here comes the question. Where is the swan? It moved thousands of miles to the west of Sichuan. The Ming dynasty was sober, and when it became red, you couldn't help touching it.