2, open lips, Jin Fenggui, call the residual dream, Xiaoyu pear. ? To Pimp a Butterfly
3. Begonia bloom, spring is over, so are peaches and plums. A pear flower makes the courtyard dry and rainy. I can't help but get drunk, love leisure and regret, and forget all the old poems. Yan yingyu. There is little flying cotton on the stream bank, and there is no weight of willow. If you bring sorrow, don't rest. Heartbroken, fragrant grass, drifting clouds, good dreams, who will pay. ? Near Zhu Yingtai, Han Wei.
4, pear flowers have thoughts and leaves, and a tree and a river head bother you.
5, I can turn on a light, and the rain will shut the door.
6, column 12, tilting and tilting. A song is generally sad, hurting grass and hurting spring. In the depths of the window, I can still remember no one, Yun Lan Hongye. I'm from Dongfeng. The dazzling wall is deep in the courtyard, and it is impossible to understand its meaning. Even if you get a new voice, you will fight for knowledge and be useless. Never charm, chic can not help but worry, come to pear flower, see chrysanthemum core. Should also become haggard. ? Mo Shan Xi by Chao Li Duan
7. Moon Lake Village, Lingxuesong Side Road. Dimly discernible pear blossoms enter the dream cloud. Patrol, small eaves incense tree spring. Jiang Meixin, the bluebird cries. ? Zhenwu's poem "Jin Zijing? Bian Mei
8. The tanker is no longer available, and there is no trace of clouds. Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind. After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking. Fish books are posted, and water is far away and mountains are long. ? The moral of Yan Shu
9, remember that during the day, the door is covered with pears, and the lights are dim at night.
10, a pile of snow is built under the pear flower. Who will lean against the railing next year? ? Du Mu
1 1, pear blossoms are snowing and willows are like silk.
12, pear flowers have thoughts and leaves, and a tree and a river bother you. Most like a widow, with white makeup sleeves and a blue gauze skirt. ? Bai Juyi's Pear Flowers by the River
13, Zhu Qi Lip, Jinfeng Guizi, named Canmeng, Xiaoyu Pear.
14, a pear on the tree, a stream under the moon, I wonder who belongs to tonight?
15, the willow color is golden and tender, and the pear blossoms are snowy.
16, red tea weaves Lingkua persimmon, and pure gas sells wine and pear blossoms.
17, the sunset on the screen window is fading, and no one in the golden house sees tears. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. ? Liu
18, the pear blossoms are pale and Bai Liu is dark green, and the willows are full of flowers. ? Su Dongpo
19, like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. ? Cen Can
20. Yangliuqiao is far away, and the pear flower deep lane is inclined.
2 1, the mandarin duck is made into a double night, and the pear tree presses the begonia.
22. Build a pile of snow under the pear flower. Who will lean on the railing next year?
23, pear flower (pear head) tender white willow dark green, willow flowers all over the city.
24, the phoenix is about to fall, and the rain is full of pears.
25, pear blossoms, wanderers looking for spring and half out of the city.
26. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
27. Liu Lihua welcomes guests, and has been dreaming of the south of the city.
28, tea weaving across persimmon, clear gas selling wine pears. ? Li shangyin
29. The golden duck fragrance kills the soul, and the pear flower spring rain covers the door.
30. In the remote village of Chai Men, they also taught Liu Jinian. The tradition of cold food did not spread to Guangdong, but the ceremony of offering sacrifices to ancestors was still the same as that in the Central Plains. Until today, no one has offered sacrifices to the tomb of Wang Ling in the Han and Tang Dynasties. There are many pear trees on the road between the stream and the river. A bottle is lying beside the moss, regardless of the twilight in Chengtou. ? Zhao Ding's book of cold food