The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and all the orchids in my pot were flooded.
Fanrui strives for the opening day, which is the time for tourists to get home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"
Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.
There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Fengnv painted orchids.
Beggars get the beauty described by poets, and Yaochi is clear and beautiful.
As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.
Shi Tao's cymbidium
The root has left the dust, so there is no poem, and poetry gives loneliness.
Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.
Massai fighters in East Africa
The bones are clear and the leaves are true, and the wind is amazing.
My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.
Massai fighters in East Africa
I'm tired of listening to Huang except Yao Cao's Spring Star.
Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.
I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless.
Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.
Qiu Lan of Michelle Ye, Isinggio.
There are potted plants in front of the temple, and orchids are unique. In the past, they were called Wang Xiangxiang and Mr. Fang because of the four rhymes.
Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.
Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers.
You fen San, static shadow sparse.
Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing?
The bamboo forests in Yun Qi are very lush, and the mountains are full of orchids.
The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.
The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead.
Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.
In the middle of spring, everything blooms.
Orchid ode
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.
Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.
Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.
Winter orchids in Cao Yin
Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are 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 want to weave yarn.
Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan
The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.
If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.
After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.
Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.
Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.
The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.
Hua Yan de LAN Hua
The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.
The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.
Gao's On Painting
The painting is scattered, and the Banqiao painting is blue.
Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind.
Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.
Ren Huang painted orchids (three poems)
No room is fragrant and the walls are empty.
One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.
I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad.
The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.
Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant.
You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.
Bright "Writing Shi Lan School"
An empty stone, some grass.
Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.
Li Lanhua's Album (Three Songs)
Blurred Xiao Ai exposed the cold, and the heroes of the ages dried up in tears.
Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.
Chu Qingfeng flooded the pen, and the guest was lingering for twenty years.
Self-pity does not sing green songs, and thousands of flowers in Chiba are for the world to see.
Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples.
When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid of losing its fragrance in the mountains.
Wang Lan
Orchids grow in valleys and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.
* * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.
Empty valley silent album
Bluegrass is like a hermit's heart, arrogant and self-destructive.
Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.
Li Yi's Ink and Wash Whelan
Shallow summer and late spring are flowers, and several stems are slanting.
Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.
Yougu Fangfei
Write wheatgrass so dripping wet, just missing potted plants and stone walls.
I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.
Jin Nong Hua LAN Hua
The rain is too deep, the pen and ink stone are cold, and the girl is blue and has no lang.
Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.
Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan"
Ice roots and green leaves are miscellaneous and barren, and pearl makeup is exposed in the morning.
Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.
The Orchid by Shen Tong was written by Mr. Yi Feng.
The king of orchid fragrance.
The fragrant wind fills the field, and the appearance is clear and clear.
Affectionate, independent and fragrant.
He sees Xiao and Ai on good terms.
Small exposure to AIDS, orchid suffered from severe frost.
As soon as the wind turns, the clothes are full.
Zheng Xie's Half-basin Lanruitu
The flowerpot is Shimada Hanzo, and the flowers are half full.
No venting, no fear of decay.