Don
Willow color obscures the dark building, and tung flowers fall and build by laying bricks or stones.
The drawing room is far and cold,
High-capacity water curtain forehead, lining the sunset.
The shore willow is green with smoke and the courtyard is red.
Several times, Shu' ao entered the curtain,
Stunned by the dream of the blue window, the screen is empty.
Jinhong? Yi, Luo Yi embroidered the phoenix.
The snow is sparse and the north wind is crazy.
The curtain has been opened, tulip.
Excerpt from: Poems of Baidu China.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
Gong zizhen
The heart of autumn is like the sea, and only the soul of autumn can't attract it.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless stars in a river, and the sky falls in the forest in January.
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Gongzihang
[Tang] Liu Xiyi
In Tianjin Bridge, it's sunny, and in Tianjin Bridge, it's showy. After the pounding of hooves,
The figure swayed in the green waves.
Green waves rippling jade for sand, Qingyun wearing brocade for Xia.
Poor willow tree, poor peach and plum heartbroken flower.
Traveling on this day, inviting beautiful women,
At this time, song and dance entered the prostitute's house.
Tulips, the beauty of prostitutes, fly around my son.
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