1. Don't laugh at heaven, but you are always ignorant, and you also cherish the sadness of orchids. When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid that it will lose its fragrance in the mountains.
2, summer is shallow and spring is deep, and a few stems are messy.
3. Shi Yan was not born on a stone. The famous orchids are orchids and the like. Healing is the calligraphy of Emperor Yan He, and I am interested in learning from Chen Chu.
4, the winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are also flowers. As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet. Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.
5, orchids, empty mountains, the beauty of love is invisible, cracks are written in the window. You blue flower, He Feifei, the world has been praised by Pei Zi. I want to regard it as Pei Wei, and I am independent of others. Your orchid, for whom, blooms, dew and cold wind smell old.
6. Jungle In a valley, berries are scattered all over the forest. If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob. After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.
7. As you know, the fragrance is only dark. Since there is no gentleman worthy of admiration, it is not the decline of the country. The Millennium comes early and the spring breeze comes late.
8, brothel people go to the pen bed empty, the past Xizhou said Xie Gong. There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.
9. Yan Mud wants to wet Ningxiang, and Chu Yi is busy. If you dream of going to oriental home, try your best to teach you new makeup. I hate the opinion of the orchid, and the flowers don't discuss with me. When the nose touches it, it will digest, and it is not fragrant.
10, in the past years, there was a half-frost wind in the empty valley, leaving a fragrance scattered in the grass. I'm afraid the woodsman will lose the orchid and the beauty will be collected in the salary.
1 1, a stone, several grasses. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.
12 I searched and searched in the mountains, and found hearts and hearts. If you want to send it a long way, it will be cold and fragrant.
13, the sunset glow is fragrant in the window, and the wind shadow is about to weave.
14, full of bones and leaves, and the wind is amazing. My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.
15, green water should only overflow white apples, and rouge should only read lips. I have never been idle with the laity since I painted Lan Xiang.