A poem with a core

The wasp has no intention, but it perches on the bud every night —— Don Lu Guimeng's Spring Dawn

Blowing flowers, chewing the heart, carefree-Qin E in Zhang Song Xiaoxiang's memory, a corner of the sky.

I should put on socks for Luo Shenbo. The lotus flower still has fragrant dust-the lotus flower of Ting Yun in Tang Dynasty.

Love flies like a bee butterfly —— Six quatrains of Tang Du Fu

It's better to be intoxicated with Dongli's respect than to lose Dongli's heart —— Song Liqing's "Partridge Day, Cold Day, Rustling on the Window"

Butterflies hold red-nosed bees and powder, and * * * helps brothels all day —— Tang Shangyin's Spring Day