1. Chen Xianliang, a village calligrapher and writer
Author: Lin Bu
It is incompetent to stick to the customs and follow the customs, but he hides himself in a deep place to avoid love and hate.
On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, people are fishing for rocks in the autumn, and the flowers on the windowsill are falling at night, and the chess and lanterns are falling.
There are many old men in the mountains who travel through the clouds to send medicines, and half of the wild monks who carve bamboos and leave poems.
The Yin Pavilion is cool in the evening and can be looked at, and the distant peaks are green and green.
2. Seven Poems of Spring Rejuvenation
Author: Bai Yuchan
Before I took off my comb, I looked at the clouds. The sky was green and misty, and the sky was bright and clear.
The sun shines through the window, and the shadows of flowers move happily through the window.
3. Play Book Yan Ji
Author: Lu You
Everything in my life will be paid to God, and I will never tire of poverty in the mountains and forests of Baishou.
The sound of birds lingers in the dream, and the shadows of flowers half-way through the window sing alone.
The firewood trees are still closed at night, but the fireworks are only open all year round.
Shuipincha is always in hand, and his predecessor is suspected to be Jingling Weng.
4. Butterfly Loves Flowers - the second rhyme, answering Zhi Zhongjing
Author: Liu Minzhong
Sick and worried, soft-hearted.
The curtains are sparse from the top, for fear of being separated by two flying swallows.
Dream and sleep beside the green window and the shadow of flowers. Get up and turn over the tea pot.
The incense pressed into the jade furnace will disappear.
I feel tired and bored, just like being lazy with music and books.
I caught a glimpse of the scroll scrolls on the wall.
5. The candle shadow shakes red
Author: Zhang Yan
Xianyuan is deeply fascinated, and I can go everywhere with the fragrance and powder.
The flowers across the window are warm and spring-like, and only the orioles can occupy them.
The flames of the candle brightened my face.
Think of the east neighbor and peek into the smiling eyes.
If you want to find nowhere, you will hear a new voice secretly, and the screen will be hidden at an angle.
A cloud is free, but Gu Quzhou Lang is resentful.
Looking at the flowers, I still don’t know when I will see them.
My belief in immortality is shallow. As I contemplate, the wind curtain rolls back.
When I went out and smiled, the moon set across the river, and the peaks were as far as the sky.