Streams can easily throw people away, turn cherries red and plantains green.
Li Shangyin: "Bananas don't show lilac knots, but they miss each other in the spring breeze."
Xu Zaisi's Narcissus: "A sound of Ye Qiu, a little banana and a little sorrow, dreaming of the third night."
"Sauvignon Blanc": "The rain hits the banana and cries. Please welcome an old friend from afar. "
"Thinking about the rain, the rain hits the banana, who is suffering? Calm down, calm down, the sunset has been buried. The world is a big dream, and life is cool! "
Li Qingzhao's "Adding Words and Picking Mulberry Seeds": "Who planted banana trees in front of the window? The atrium is full of greenery, the atrium is full of greenery, and the leaves are heart-shaped and relaxed. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, I am worried about hurting northerners and I am not used to listening! "
Lian Bai Yu ju yi
The wind and rain are dark and rustling, and chickens crow at dusk.
Bitter bamboo in broken sound cage, cold green banana.
Waterbirds stay on the eaves and mud frogs jump into the house.
I still hear the opinions of foreigners, and I want to chase the DPRK tomorrow.
Night Rain Bai Juyi
Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again.
Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.
Shan Han Shi Yu
The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple.
When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.
Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky.
Make your bed. Although the food is rough, it satisfies my hunger.
It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows.
At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.
The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush.
The water flows barefoot on the rocks, and the sound of water excites the wind to make clothes.
These things themselves can make life happy. You must be embarrassed to be a man.
Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?
Every letter I answer is sent to Li Yi.
There's nothing to worry about, such as idle books full of bananas.
If there is a letter from the photo library, it must be sent to Yangzhou near the postal bridge.
Yudumu
Li Anyun took the plug and handed it to me, and the curtain invaded the lamp to send loneliness.
After a sleepless night, there are bananas outside the master's window.
Bajiaodum
Bananas were moved by the rain, so they were planted in front of the window.
A little pity, leaving a dream of returning home with clothes on.
My dream is far from home, and I feel a corner.
The name of the play is cursive Zhang Shuo.
Suddenly surprised pomegranate tree, far away from crossing the river.
Ask banana leaves, why bother?
The slight frost blows the palace osmanthus, and the sadness blows the locusts.
In Rong Sheng, I sympathize with you more.
Live in seclusion and send your brother Wei.
Autumn grass produces white dew, and all the disciples in the garden benefit from acacia.
There is nothing to do every day in high school, and there is a poem on the banana leaf.
Finding a house in the middle of Yang Qilang is Cen Can's business.
Everything in the sky is believed, and the machine cannot be forgotten.
Come out for no reason, not hate to be A Lang.
Raindrops are banana red, and frost makes oranges yellow.
When a gentleman smiles, wherever there is a foreign land.
The seeker is not hiding sin.
There is a trickle outside the fence, and the hibiscus is blooming.
If you want to know the name of the topic, you are afraid that bananas are not resistant to autumn.
Yang Wanli sleeps in early summer.
Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
Su dong Xiao hong Lin bu
Akiyama is endless, and Qiu Si is endless.
Red leaves flow in the blue stream and white clouds flow in the green forest.
In the shade of a bird, the crystal falls and the cicada scatters.
This night, banana rain, who smells the pillow.
Feng Yansi, Qin Yi
The wind is falling, and the night rain is dark.
Didi, under the window, under the banana lamp.
Unless the soul dreams of the old country, it will not be separated from the mountain.
Memories, I forgot a word before my pillow.
Yang Liuzhi Gu Huan
In the autumn night, Mrs. Xiang is lonely. Let it out.
Luobo musk cigarettes are sold. Candlelight shakes.
I'm remembering the jade waves wandering around, nowhere to be found.
I can smell the rain outside the curtain. Put down the banana.
Li Yu of Sauvignon Blanc
A cloud, a jade shuttle,
This shirt is very thin.
This snail is very light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild.
There are three banana nests outside the curtain.
What about the people at night?
Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong
Draw a bamboo cross bridge outside the hedge, with Ge stopping in the radial direction.
Water tourists visit the sand girl, look back and smile, and point to the banana forest.