Lansheng's valley is unknown, so I am a guest in Dong Xuan.
3, summer is shallow and spring is deep, and a few stems are messy.
4. Although it is not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.
5, orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze. Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.
6, Holler room incense, four walls empty valley. One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.
7. Orchids are not flowers, but people in my eyes. It is difficult to write this flower god with an elephant crown.
8, spearmint is not fragrant, it is my mouth. The taste of lips is difficult to write.
9, a lot of implication, refused to show it to Chun Qing. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the essence will be clear in midsummer.
10, an empty stone, some grass. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.
1 1. 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.
12, Yuan and Li are full of thoughts, but I feel sad from a distance. The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.
13, Yungugu Graceful, Qing Xiang Xiu. The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.
14, thorns soothe their roots, and wind and dew soothe their spirits. Su Xin is not angry, and the grass is also stained with Yuchun.
15, dripping with wheat straw, only a few pots of plants and stone walls. I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.
16, the rain is too deep, the brush and inkstone in the forest are cold, and the female orchid has no lang. Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.
17, ice roots and green leaves are barren, and dewdrops are decorated with pearls. Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.
18, blurred Xiao ai reveals cold, tears of heroes through the ages. Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.