1. In Liulian's play, butterflies dance from time to time, and charming yinger just crows.
-Tang Du Fu's "Seven Flowers Alone by the River"
2. Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
-"Drunk Taoyuan" Don Feng Yansi
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
-"Long March" Tang Li Bai
4. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
-"Jinse" Tang Li Shangyin
5. When did you say goodbye to my concubine last year? There were green grass and butterflies flying in the South Garden.
-"Thinking Edge" Don Li Bai
6. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
-"Hehe Jiangnan Qu" Don Li He
7. I reward you with flowers and drinks, and butterflies fly in their dreams.
-The Pavilion of Cui Yiren Don Qian Qi
8. Dreams are full of butterflies and light clothes.
-"Nan Gezi" stone
The most bitter thing is that there are butterflies all over the garden, and no one is fluttering.
-"Man Jiang Hong" Song Zhou Bangyan
10. I jumped on flowers without a trace and had another spring dream.
-"Xijiang Moon" Song Zhou Zizhi
There is less and easier:
The wind reaches the water, but it suddenly happens, and the sun sets. -Yuan Hongdao's Collection of Biographies of the Xu Family.
Zi Xu stopped the reed without saying a word. -"Wu Yue Chun Qiu"
Water is stirred without hesitation, wood is cloudy, and the trend of nature is also. -"Wen Xin Diao Long"
2. Poetry with the word "Yi" is born without water, and the sun is dying. -Yuan Hongdao's Collection of Biographies of the Xu Family.
Zi Xu stopped the reed without saying a word. -"Wu Yue Chun Qiu"
Water is stirred without hesitation, wood is cloudy, and the trend of nature is also. -"Wen Xin Diao Long"
Morning (Don Lu)
When the sun is cloudy, the river moves with low arrows. Insects fly to the bright moon, magpies fall flowers around.
Jin Lan Zhangbei River, Wen Yi drum jade box. Where there are crows, there is darkness and dark clouds.
Ruan Langgui (Song, Mi Youren)
Bixi is full of wind and water, so choose your words carefully. The mountain after the rain is even stranger. The willow line at the intersection of light smoke is low. Mandarin ducks come and fly.
People are like jade and drunk as mud. The one with sideburns. Yi still rowed the moon west. Find the way back.
Warrior Lan Ling (South Lake and Meeting, Writing Rhyme) (Song, Shi Dazu)
By the Han River. The moon envies the gods. I have been in love for a long time, swaying clothes, and the sky in Tianshui is beautiful. Wen Yi's Shadow Weaving. When the bones get cold, they turn white. Who has seen Leng Yun products in Langjian when stocking?
Acacia old snipe Imagine the wind and hate Yao Xi. I waded into the river several times and picked up my heart. Remember that snow reflects the wrist, thorns linger, and the green cover is wet. Blow in new sentences.
Silence. The meaning is still the same. Read the social karma and meet in heaven. Xiaoyu's fans shook the ball white. Lying on one side looking for dreams over and over again, leaning against the fence is weak. Wind vane childe wants to go to the next place, and seems to recognize it.
3. There is an ancient poem of "Yi" that hangs on the willow play.
Longteng dark cold tears beyond the Great Wall, Guanzhong Feng Wu falling heat flow.
Catkin is dancing in the spring breeze, and the lake is Ma Pingchuan.
The trees in the mountains are particularly green, and the grass on the slopes is also green.
Far Peak sent A Dai a meaningful painting, and there was a strong poetic rhyme near Songhua Gai.
Gao Shi hits the bridge, and the fish Weng shakes the blue waves.
Water and wind flow, and there are branches with smoke and fog.
After the dust settled, there was no parting. It's time to look at the strips on the ground.
The water is clear and the reeds are deeply respected.
It was a month late, and the situation recovered.
In the silence, alas, this is the end of a song.
Zhuo Yue is quiet and graceful.
Longyue Spring in the southeast of Dai Di is clear and blue, and the sky is far away.
The shadow of the balcony is reflected in the waves, and the sun and moonlight are hung in the mirror.
The night is thick, the frost is dark and the waning moon is dizzy. Baji, red tip, plain cold clothes.
4. The poem Lanting.
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Lanting desperately optimistic about my state, got up and swam away disgusting and leisurely.
Curved water flows through the ages and wins, and laurel trees gather in the mountains for one year.
The wine danced in front of the wind, and I happily returned to the boat.
The river is not far from the left sage, which makes people worry about the past and the present.
Six Lanting Poems
one
Metabolic scale, how suddenly weeks.
I am very happy this late spring, I am very gentle.
Singing and dancing, different generations are in cahoots.
Take Qi Qi and have fun.
Secondly,
Elephants move and spin endlessly.
Peach blossom is not my career, nor is it my system to go.
The patriarchal clan system actually exists, that is, it is reasonable and self-sufficient.
If you don't feel it with your heart, you will be interested.
If you don't meet, it is a good time.
third
Three spring group products, good reason.
Look up at the blue sky and overlook the clear water bank.
There is no embarrassing view, and it is reasonable and self-sufficient.
Great achievements are made in nature and everything is different.
Although the sound of the combination is uneven, it is nothing new to me.
Fourth.
Yi and Ersanzi are entrusted by Qi.
Really explore the root of mystery, and those who are involved in the world are passers-by.
What I knew before was not what I expected. The virtual room is my home.
If you think about the Millennium, why bother thanking the past?
No phase, skeleton falling off.
Fifth.
Learn to remove dirt, don't be stingy.
It's not easy to keep fit, and heaven punishes three shackles.
If you don't stop, you will be beaten.
Although there is no silk and bamboo, there is a clear sound in Xuanquan.
Although there is no whistling and singing, chanting is more fragrant.
Once you have fun, it will last for a thousand years.
Sixth.
Combine and disperse, consolidate the normal, and trim short without beginning.
If you don't stop creating new things, you will never stand up again.
Today is a miracle, and I believe in the same dust.
Who can't have this generosity, depending on reason?
Words are immortal and rivers are clear.