Mei Xianchen wears snow, and the distant mountains are green eyebrows.
There is no golden thread in front of me, and the dream is empty and the moon is full of trees.
Fish and geese float and sink. Smiles always care.
Acacia is like a willow in the south of the Yangtze River, and the east wind stays overnight.
Wu Qingzhao's fragrance is exhausted, and he is tired of combing his hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Su Shi's "Hidden Water Dragon-Poems of Huayang, a Master of Two Rhymes" looks like a flower, but it is not a flower, and no one regrets it. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. My heart hurts, my eyes are sleepy, and I want to open and close. Dreams follow the wind in Wan Li, seeking lang and chasing warblers. I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
At dusk in spring, the spring scenery in Kou Zhun will stop and the warbler will grow old. Hong Ying is the best in Chun Mei. The painting hall is quiet and rainy, and Pingshan is half covered with fragrance. The coincidence is heavy and the feelings are embarrassing. The dust in Ling Hua is full of careless photos. Leaning against the building is speechless, fascinating, dark and even fragrant.
There is another one from Yi Lee, but it is a Tang poem, but I like it very much.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. .
Hehe, I hope it helps you.