The problem of writing poetry

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

Frost and cold branches are stronger, and cliffs are steep in your arms. Heaven and earth hoard the true qi without shaking the willow.

I didn't see it. You can't have grass when it's cold. I didn't watch it again, Joe Pine Qingqing corrected.

Insist that the top of the green hill is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

Peach blossom was born in spring, and white stone is now.

Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even makeup.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

Find a paradise to avoid Qin, and see you in spring.

Taoyuan is only in Jinghu Lake, with clear shadows and red shadows.

Peach blossoms bloom first in spring, and no one can see clearly.

Chiba peach blossom is better than a hundred flowers, and the lonely banyan is soft in spring.

In February, the wind and rain returned in spring, and the peach blossom felt fleeting.

The peach in the night curtain is redder, and the bamboo in the window looks strange.

On the river, people's peach branches shed their hedges in the cold spring rain.

On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Crazy catkins go with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water.

The trees are full of beautiful red flowers.

DOG looked at the family in the west, and several trees blossomed.

Afraid of the east wind doing evil, red as rain falling on the window screen.

If a person's face is compared to a peach blossom, then from the perspective of peach blossom and safflower, the face is beautiful.

Peach blossoms are full of fallen leaves, and flowers are full of red leaves.

Spring is warm outside the peach curtain, and morning makeup is lazy inside the peach curtain.

There are people in the peach blossom curtain outside the curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossom.

The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are better than the peach blossom show.

Flowers help people understand softness, and the curtain folds and the wind blows.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.

Flowers fade, red apricots are small, swallows come and people walk around in the green water.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

The rustling autumn wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come.