Green and red hairs dance in the evening, and waterfowl is so bird.
I'm still looking back on the smoky island for the time being, only crossing the cold pond and flying together.
Reflecting the fog, you will be fascinated by the beads, and you will board the jade man-machine one by one.
Picking lotus is infinite, and smiling refers to envy.
Why not give up your life if you succeed? You would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
Lovebirds
Yuanyang flies, bi,
Good people live a long life, and the blessings are shared.
Yuanyang is on the beam, flapping its left wing,
Good people live a long life, happiness, and a lifetime.
Ride a horse in the stable and destroy it,
A good man lives a long and healthy life, and wealth supports him.
Ride a horse in the stable and destroy it,
A gentleman lives forever, and Fu Lu is humble.
Ancient quatrains
A laurel tree in Nanshan,
There are two mandarin ducks in the street.
For thousands of years,
Love never forgets.
Nineteen ancient poems
The stars wear rings, the moon wears the moon, and the bridal chamber is covered all night in autumn.
The Modao Cross Pond is cold in autumn, and the residual lotus has covered the mandarin duck.
Source:
China's Poetry-Su Qing Schumann
An ancient poem: "A pair of mandarin ducks cut into lovesickness."
Ji Kang: Four Poems and Eighteen Poems of Giving Brother a Scholar to Join the Army.
Light running water. Die of boredom. General Bai Zhou. The load is floating and the load is stagnant. The breeze is whistling and the drums are full of tolerance. Throw a fishing rod. Youyou is dead.
Love mandarin ducks. Swimming without wings. Tilting green algae. Support the torrent. Morning glow, Susie. Xi qi Lingzhou shakes the waves. Rise and fall with it.
Algae pan-blue pond. Harmony is exciting. Fuck Shang Qing. Wandering elephants. Don't be rude. Yin Hui is still ringing. The clock cycle does not exist. Who will I reward?
He Fang has a lonely mandarin duck poem.
It's hard to dream in this life, and it's a shame to be a couple.
You can't call it Yuanyang, but you are always afraid to call your own name.
mandarin duck and butterfly
A sigh, what you left behind, passed away in a hurry-
In a blink of an eye, the evening breeze started again.
Driving all the way to the world of mortals, I joined hands with Huiyu.
Just to see the sad ending of spring scenery
But that's not a greeting.
A wisp of shallow moss.
Be covered with debris
Soil that has been suffocated for a long time.
Who knows, I cried because of it.
Even if the moonlight is dim
In the end, you won't freeze.
Did you hear my cry? I can do nothing about it.
Let the tired body
Rely on the rain of the phoenix tree you promised.
But Haitang is still there.
Finally, your unchanging face
Pierce my sky
If the tenderness of desire disappears behind the sunset.
You are not a mandarin duck, and I am not a butterfly.
Listen to the legend beyond the mountain.
You perform with me.