Wen de Shi

As the chief poet of Huajian School, Wen's poems are particularly gorgeous!

lotus

The green pond shakes the iron pot to pick up the gold, and the orchid is rolled into a white apple.

It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.

Shang shan Zao hang

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Jiangnan in my dream, I never hated it.

Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. Shan and Yue don't know what they are thinking.

Water, wind, empty eyes, swaying Yun Lan oblique.

"Newly added Yang Liuzhi Ci"

A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going.

Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?

Yaose powder

It is also difficult to dream in a cold bed on an autumn night, and the sky blue is like water and clouds like sand at night.

The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.

Geng Lou Yu Lu Xiang

Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.