Where is my heart,
Where is love?
In my sleep,
Angels in white.
Help me find two poems about wind, flowers, snow and moon:
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. (Tang Meng Haoran, "Early Cold River is Pregnant")
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost. (The reflection of Cao Wei's criticism of Ge Yanxing)
The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west. (Tang Liu, "Generation of Spring Complaints")
The wind is weak and the willows are urging, and Lin Qingjue is waiting for flowers. (Don Lu Yi's "Return to Taiwan at the end of the year, city of hope becomes a slogan, give it to relatives first")
Flowers:
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. (Tang Libai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone")
The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settled flowers. (Wei "Xia Veteran")
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. (Song Luyou's quatrains in early summer)
The shade is quiet, and the solitary flowers show spring. (Tang Wei Wu Ying, "You Kaiyuan Jing She")
Snow:
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. (Don Bai Juyi's Snow at Night)
It rains and snows, and it disappears when it is seen. (The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong).
It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye. (Tao Jin Yuanming's "Write in December at the age of Guimao, respect your brother")
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad. (Xie Lingyun's "Year of the Year" in Southern Song Dynasty)
Month:
The cold pool reflects Bai Yue, and the autumn rain grows moss. (Don Liu Changqing's "You Xiu Zen Master Shuangfeng Temple")
Lotus dew falls, willow sparse in the middle of the month. (Xiao Qi Yan's Qiu Si in the Southern Dynasties)
The moonlight in autumn is better than the night in spring, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely. (Tang Rongyu's Autumn Moon)
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Poems beginning with "I", "Love", "Wan" and "Mei" linger in the small garden.
Love is lonely with the wind.
Melodious piano music haunts my ears.
Who is the plum blossom for?
Tibetan poems improvised that day.
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Poems that begin with "I", "Love", "Yin" and "Ming" I pity the wind when the leaves fall.
Love Gu Yuan, leave the grass.
Yin ruojiu is three minutes long.
Meet before bloom tomorrow.
Poems beginning with "I", "Love", "Zi" and "Han" send me a bright moon in my heart.
Love is perfect;
The children looked at the snowdrift,
Poetics of dream shadow.
Poems that begin with "I", "Love", "Yin" and "Ning" are the wind of spring.
Caress streams and mountains
Yinshitao Liuhuashui
Quiet love time
The poem "Liu Yin with the Wind", which starts with "I", "Love", "Yin" and "Yan", is swaying.
Yan jumps on the bridge.
I want to fly like catkins,
Always be a girl without sadness around her.
Travel far with Junyi,
There is no separation in heaven.
What more can I ask for in this happiness,
Your shadow has entered my heart.
The second one:
I miss you very much,
Love is in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Yin's New Year's Eve has arrived,
Lan Yan floats in the mountains.
This poem begins with "I", "Love", "A" and "Yan", wishing all lovers in the world all shall be well!
My heart is more intoxicated than ever,
Do you know that love is lingering?
A family has a woman holding hands,
I dreamed and was fascinated by Tian!