Song Qi
Embroidered curtain is boundless.
spring sleep is full, but it's slow to fall into charming waves.
the faint pillow marks leave a jade face, and the greasy clouds are slanting.
the distant dream ended in laughter for no reason.
tears are rouge, and the boundary is shallow.
After the face is smoothed, there is no limit to an inch of affection.
Touch your lips
Han Qi
is sick and tired, and the flowers in the painting hall are exhausted.
build by laying bricks or stones in red, and all the tears are dripping.
who worries about flowers before spring?
endless worries.
back to Wuling, people are far away and empty.
tiredness is slow to find fragrance
Wang Kan
The dew is late, the curtain is light, and the yard is idle during the day.
When Cuijing orioles came, they were frightened and covered with red embroidery.
leaning against the dangerous wall, climbing the pavilion, the begonia is soaked by the rain rouge.
it's young, but it's been followed, and it's Qingming time.
I am tired of swimming in swallows, and the scenery is everywhere. Who will join hands?
I hate being squandered, so I have to buy out my eyebrows.
' Levin, after people leave, the water is still out of the water.
this feeling is thin to the east wind.
Yanshan pavilion? See apricot flowers in the northbound
Zhao Ji
Cut the ice, lightly overlap several times, and evenly inject with rouge.
The new makeup is gorgeous and fragrant, which makes you ashamed to kill the maid-in-waiting of Ruizhu.
it's easy to wither, but it's more ruthless.
sorrow.
The courtyard is bleak, and there are several spring evenings.
With a lot of hate, this pair of swallows can't talk.
The sky is far away, and there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan. You know where the Forbidden City is.
I don't think about it, except in my dreams.
there is no evidence.
and dreams are new.
water tune
Yang Yanzheng
set the wine against the sun, speechless and asked the west wind.
Rouge always dyes hibiscus.
Looking at the boundless expanse of the Mujiang River, there are many sorrows in it, and there is nowhere to be lost.
it's a dry corner, and people are waking up drunk.
thousands of miles, north and south of the Yangtze river, west and east of Zhejiang.
my life is like sending a letter, and I still want to see three paths of chrysanthemum silk.
Who is the hero of Zhongzhou? Lend me a boat to be a fisherman.
Looking back at the old country, don't be in a hurry.
Miss Nujiao? Yiyu Pavilion chants about Chiba Begonia
Zhang Zi
In the green clouds, Mingxia is woven and embroidered with thousands of words.
purple greasy red jiao can't help it, but it's a good time to bloom.
half afraid of cold spring, half suitable for sunny color, and keep rouge thoroughly.
the pavilion is quiet, and the young warblers crow to break the clear day.
I still remember to join hands with fragrance and shade, wearing one branch obliquely, and showing the delicate and charming double waves.
small words are always seen, and they are as long as flowers.
when you are drunk, you should rest, sleep together at night, and the moon is still with you.
don't teach spring to go, heartbroken and sighing.
touch the fish? Begonia
Liu Kezhuang
It's spring, cold and rainy, and it's late for the morning.
after three days of warm and sunny weather, I feel extremely graceful and sleepy.
frosted temples.
Mr. Pan Linglao doesn't pay attention to flowers every year.
talents are exhausted.
The Jade Bureau is a flying fairy, and Shihu is a masterpiece, which bears this charm alone.
the city is full of color, and I am annoyed that a beautiful woman is unlucky.
the wall is silent. who asked?
the east wind is boring at dusk, and it turns rouge into powder.
you know.
spending * * * wine is especially stingy in ancient times.
years go by.
The green leaves become overcast, and the moss is everywhere, so I hate it when I do it.
begonia spring? It's not clear that there is a gift for Haitang
wuqian
Haitang Pavilion is exposed to the rain in the afternoon, so it vomits all the money and rouge.
when you are old, you cherish the heart of flowers, and you are speechless with flowers.
Wan Li, the feather book, flew everywhere, reporting sweeping and dancing with foxes and rabbits.
Zhuo Jin Gu Jiang Tou, the flying scenery is still so good!
stepping on the sand? Watching begonia in the rain
Liu Chenweng
Life is thin and beautiful, and he loves my generation.
after flowering, the heart of begonia is broken.
the oblique wind and drizzle didn't clear up, and the tears were dripping on the railing.
I hate to open it, but when I open it, I have to carry it.
in the cold of spring, the house is closed.
when he gets your arrival when it's clear, he's speechless, ashamed and haggard.
partridge sky
Cai Songnian
Showing the fragrant flowers in Hengtang, the spray is quiet and fragrant in the evening.
rouge snow is thin, smoked and submerged, and the jade plate is high and luminous.
the mountains and mountains are far away, the moon is full of wavelength, and the autumn shadows of dusk clouds are dipped in xiaoxiang.
Drunken souls should chase the dream of Lingbo, and pay the west wind for the cool night.
melancholy
Li Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty
The flowers in the forest thanked the spring flowers,
It was in a hurry,
but it was cold and rainy in the morning and late in the wind.
ponceal tears,
staying drunk,
when heavy,
naturally people grow up and hate water.
the painting given by the messenger of learning Yu Dianyuan in vain
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
Yang Zhou was a painter for ten years, and he was a long-term general who replaced rouge with ochre ink.
The bamboos and cypresses written here are colorless, and the sale is out of date with the east wind.
Bao Chai's Ode to Bai Haitang
Treasure Fang Zi to cover the door by day, and hand in hand with the urn to fill the moss basin. Rouge washes out the shadow of autumn stage, and ice and snow attract the soul.
flowers are more colorful when you are pale, and jade is traceless when you are worried. If you want to pay for Bai Di's cleanliness, you will be dizzy if you don't speak Tingting.