White feathers, floating in green water; The soles of your feet are red, stir the water.
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
The incense burner in the sunshine emits purple smoke.
Poems about colors:
Blue-red: The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are different red the next day.
Red: When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
Huang: Yellow shirts fly to white horses, and they go down to brothels every day.
During the day, the mountains and waters are nearby, and the sea drains the golden river.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.
Shrike swallows the west, and the weaver girl meets the weaver girl.
The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.
Green: The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Here, south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter.
White and yellow: the mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
White, yellow and green: two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
White and green: the white stone beach is shallow and the green pool is comparable.
White marble: White marble comes out of Jingxi, with cold weather and sparse red leaves.
Black and gold: Dark clouds crush the city, and the light of armor spreads to the sun and gold.
Purple: The horn is ringing all over the sky in autumn, and the purple is full of fat at night.
Huang and Jin: I want to express my gratitude to you on the golden platform and bring Yulong to your death.
Red, green and blue: at sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
Red and green: there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove.
The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Red and green: red sleeves weave silk to praise persimmons, and green flags sell wine and pear blossoms.