Rhododendron poems

Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low. Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.

The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale!

Shan Shiliu, a mountain, a rhododendron. Cuckoo crows and flowers flutter. In March, the cuckoo came to Jiujiang, and a rush made it bloom.

Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.

Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

Incense lamps accompany dreams, and Chu is in the end of the world. The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world.

The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring. The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.

The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.

One by one, when cold food is served. People who can't resist the fire always spend it here.

A garden is red and drunk, full of clusters. Shu's spirit has not recovered to a long drop of blood, so it should only drop a little more than this clump.

The winding bay head, endless flowing water, winding, deep and remote, fascinating and early warning, blended into the landscape. Li Bai and Tang Xuancheng have seen azaleas, Shu has heard birds singing, and Xuancheng has also seen azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories. In the Tang Dynasty, the cuckoo garden of Li Bai Jingxing Temple was full of red drunkenness. Shu's spirit has not recovered to a long drop of blood, so it should only drop a little more than this clump. The title of Song Cao's cold food day is azaleas one after another, when cold food is open. People who can't resist the fire always spend it here. Cheng's azaleas, azaleas and birds, what is the credit between them? Suspicion is blood in the mouth, dripping on the flowers on the branches. One cold night, some wild monks. Xie Bao couldn't get out, and it was slow and oblique. The rhododendron in Hanwo Jingxing Temple is a colorful and unparalleled garden, full of red and drunken potatoes, which grow in clusters from the ground. Shu's spirit has not recovered to a long drop of blood, so it should only drop a little more than this clump. Li Qunyu: I don't know all the butterflies and rock bees on Jiusi Mountain in Tanlin. There are thousands of them there. No one in the mountains enjoys the Spring Festival Evening, that is, when the cuckoo urges autumn. Shen Li's new building poems are like fire, and thousands of rooms are torn apart, but Dan sill overlooks the evening scene. Fan Yan wept for the people and created a spring breeze full of resentment in Britain. In the early days, Mei used to be a beauty, but who will be with Lao Zi for several months? Only this flower flies with the birds and crows everywhere.