A poem with the word "Lan"

Yu's orchids are fragrant. If you don't accept it, you will be hurt. Today's rotation is natural. I travel everywhere, day after day, year after year. Ice and snow trade, wheat prosperity. If the child doesn't hurt, I won't die. There are lush wild oats and wild oats. A gentleman hurts it, but a gentleman prevents it. Tang Bifeng shakes the emerald ring, and the cool dew drops jade. Beauty has no beard and smells empty. Tang Yan Lan Qian Xie Ting is full of grass, and Chu Yi is full of green sand. What will happen to the New Year's Eve dinner when we meet suddenly? Tang Jianwu's home is in the east and west, and he is a blue bamboo guest. There are no clouds in the daytime, sitting alone on the river wall. Tang Chunhui opened the forbidden garden, Meilanchang. The pavilion is light in color, concise and fluttering. The sun shines on the uneven shadow, and the wind is heavy and fragrant. Meeting needs a gentleman's discount, Perry Xiang. Tang Li Bai lived in a secluded garden in a lonely orchid, and the grass was full. Although the sun shines, it is not the moon in high autumn. First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance? Don Zhang Jiuling meets delicate orchids in spring and bright cinnamon in autumn. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season. Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? . In the spring, the smell of the blue knot covers all the fragrance. Expose the leaves on the doorstep and find the way to fragrance. The calm wind blows chaos, and the autumn rain on the pavilions leads to long. The gods took them off and put them on the lotus skirt. Tang Liqiao searched Xu Lan's room again, but forgot to say that the contract was broken. Hanjia wine, Shirley Qin. Tang Xiang, Taiwan is far away. He Fen should show off. Who will visit Yin Shan? The painted orchids are planted in secluded places, and the fragrance is only hidden. 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 every night. Why don't you be a grass? Fenfu has everything he wants. Tang Du Mu Lanxi Lanxi is full of spring, and orchids are fragrant in the rain. When Dr. Chu is haggard, he should find this way to go to Xiaoxiang. Yuxi, Liu Tang sent Master Hong Ju to the northwest of Jiangling to wither the cymbidium in the autumn wind, and the Dongting was cold and blue. Maoling talented people live in Jiangling, begging for new poems and crossing their hands. Shanghe's 10,000-acre wasteland is not as good as it is, but it wants to buy tourists for peace. Lost the countryside, where the spring breeze grows orchids. Gu and Sanxiang's poems are fragrant, and the roadside flowers are smiling. Zhuluoshan is meaningful, when Sanxiang said goodbye. Yang presented Xu Zhongshu's Forbidden Fairy Pond Crossing the Phoenix, and Chi Pan poet Zi Weilang. If you can sing the praises of glory, why not play orchids? Su Song's poem titled Yang Cigong Chunlan Chunlan is like a beauty, and she is not ashamed to offer herself. Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai. Dan Qing's portrait color wants to compile the biography of Li Sao. Like an elf, the crown dare not swallow. Su Songshi's title Yang Ci is still the same as Lang's clan. I was once a narcissus Pei, whom I met in Chu Ci. Although the magic color is not true, it is really fragrant. The cloud is slightly fragrant, and the nose view has passed. Zhao Youlan in Song Shiwen is far from the village, and it is raining in late spring. Doris didn't open her eyes, Prophet Hua Hudie. The grass seals the idle path, and the forest is sparse. If you don't come to hoe for a long time, you will hate coming back late when you are old. Ding Wei in Song Dynasty worshipped Nanzi very much, and Nanzi was the best. Bloom, the scenery is green. Married poet Pei repeatedly, sometimes floating Zheng Guoxiang. Why do you need to change nine dollars? Ten steps of incense. Zhang Songlan was planted small, and Xiao Shenglan also died. Autumn came, and Xiao Lan was defeated together. Since ancient times, sages have worried about the people. No longer dream of the duke of Zhou, and be generous alone in the middle of the night. In Song Dynasty, Yan Shu had three kinds of orchids, red and white, while Huang Zhu and Jin Yan remained. My family is worried about the heat in summer and looks forward to orchids every day. Song Heshi came out of the mountain again, and his sunset trip was beautiful and his feelings were getting closer and closer. The wind blows in the leaves of white apples, but it doesn't start in Qiu Jiang. Song Mei Yao Chen Lancuze Dolan people didn't argue, they compared it with fragrance. Du Ruo, the kitten, is not excessive, but only takes the beauty of incense and clothes. Song Mei, Yao Chen, Shi Lan and Shi Yan were not born on stones, but the famous orchids are orchids and so on. Healing is the calligraphy of Emperor Yan He, and I am interested in learning from Chen Chu. Song dynasty, queen's pavilion, spring post, purple orchid and Polygonum multiflorum cluster incense trays, while Xiao Hu is the official. It was too late to go back to the palace, and the snow disappeared. Song Zhuxi's Uighur Fu has an ancient name, and its fragrance is even better. If you want to forget you, you will get old. The Blue Creek in Song Zhuxi is full of light and wind, and it is dry. I am old, and no one picks me, but I only know myself. Song Zhu Xilan planted four or five stems in Qiu Lan, which was too close to the bottom of the curtain; No breeze, protect orchid until the end of Qing Dynasty. Yuan Yu sang orchids with the same feet, plowed Lanrui two or three times, and warmed the air the next day. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know that the fragrance was in the room, and the butterfly flew when I pushed the window. Yuan Jie Qiu Si's return to the secluded bush is not enough, and the empty valley is fragrant for whom. Leng Yun color all the way, full of Lin Qiuxiang. Li Yuanqi's title "Orchid Spines with Fragrance" is full of orchids, but the thorns are still not removed. Su Xin is self-purifying, and she takes pleasure in it. Yuan, Yuan, Mei, Moran, Fei Qiong, three-day school, because of the empty rock edge. Stick to the ink and talk from the Tao, not from the crowd. In Yuan Ni Zan, Zheng Suonan's "Lan" became Mao, and the desolation of the South China was gone. Only Nan Xin did not change, and she wrote Li Sao in tears. Bird's theme is that flowers are dancing in the blue sound, and Chu Lan's thoughts are lonely. The spring breeze mourns for the grass first, and the melancholy prince and grandson do not return. Li Ming Mengyang expressed dissatisfaction with the adoption of Nanxun, the sum of Lan Xiangbei and Shuo. The backwater contains Yao color, and the breeze carries jade sound. It was dark in Yun Qi and cloudy at sunset. I don't know the bitterness of bamboo, but I see deep tears. Chen Ming Ruyan was born in the deep mountains, with rich fragrance. I want to reward the world and move it to the high hall. Both rain and dew are lost, and the roots are away from home. Although it is love, it is not the right way to raise. Winter is cold, frost and snow are zero, and green leaves are afraid of carving. If you are in the forest, you will still smell good. Li Ming doesn't chase after the wind and fragrance in her daily chemical, but she looks at the stream and feels sorry for herself. The empty mountain in spring is a mess, and half of it belongs to wild firewood. Chen Ming and Zhang Xian painted paraquat on Lanyin Cliff, and Whelan did more business. A gentleman who lives in danger is different from a constant person. Peng's title "Lanzhujuan" planted two or three orchids, and the sun opened slightly. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know the fragrance in the hall, so I opened the window and butterflies flew. The son of Shi Jian in Ming Dynasty, Anlan, was a land of fragrant air, with green grass and near the Forbidden City. Who said that some people wrote with tears, and the roots were resentful of the east wind. In the south of the Yangtze River in April, after the rain cleared, Lan vomited fragrant bamboo and posed. Butterflies don't come to sleep, but small windows blow away. Li Ming Rihua's orchid paintings don't like orchids, and he doesn't discuss them with me. When the nose touches it, it will digest, and it is not fragrant. Ming, Chen Jiru, Magnolia, fragrant grass are all gone, and there is no frost for many years. I'm afraid the woodsman will lose the orchid and the beauty will be collected in the salary. Dong Qichang in Ming Dynasty was lush and green, planted beside rocks, but its solitary roots were different from those in bloom. Under the window of the mountain, the wine column spreads and the paper smells. There are endless grass and spring smoke in Qichanglan in Mingdong, and the mountains in Grain Rain are called azaleas. How many noble children Zhu, who enjoys quiet fate. Wei's cymbidium and 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. In the Qing Dynasty, Qian recited four quatrains of Tongxin Lan's new makeup. When he stopped picking orchids, he suddenly saw Tongxin vomit. Cherish god's scissors and turn your eyebrows. The bluegrass painted by Xie has a deep meaning in the mountains. Loyalty is still self-embracing, why fight for the public? In the Qing Dynasty, Qiao Bilan in Zheng Xie was like a thousands of feet, and the orchid was in the sky. There are firewood pickers, so you can't reach out and pick them up. Xie proudly wrote bluegrass and three episodes, and no one dared to write them. Get a novel method and the ink will blow out. In the Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie Taoguang Temple painted a master's painting, and on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, he painted a bamboo and gave it to Guo. Thousands of miles away in Qian Shan, we know much more than the old one. There is nothing in the poem "Wang Zhe Village Mirror Shadow Map" written by Shiquan in Qingjiang River, and there is no self-image, and the still water waves have stopped. Hand-picked orchids, such a wonderful fragrance. When Qing Zhiyong wrote about Shi Lan, he sent an empty stone and some grass. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan. Any painting written by Lyle? The walls are empty valleys. One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely. Ren's Orchid Garden is full of thoughts, but it is far from my heart. The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy. Paint a blue magnetic bucket to send beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant. You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book. Ma Qianlan in Qing Dynasty sent cliffs to the jungle, and Tuogen was near slight cold. Spring water flows out and the wind keeps blowing. In Cao Yin in the Qing Dynasty, winter orchids and winter grasses were cold, and orchids were 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. At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows are thin. Zhu Lanxiang stays in Buddha's heaven and earth, and Zhu Ruixian explains Yi. Fame is expensive, but it is difficult to contain buds. The prodigal son is willing to make peace, but the village mother is ashamed. Spring is a clear wish, and it is easy to get in touch with dew.