All the poems of Yongzheng

"Mid-Autumn Festival" is full of leaves, and solitary columns are hard to ban. The west wind separates the two places, one day it is cold and rainy, and the geese are cold. Cut the candle and sing new autumn sentences, recalling the old joys and sorrows of wine and paper. At this time, the appointment has been made, and the osmanthus looks different. In the first month of Yongzheng, carpe diem is not old, and the first month is just right. Life likes to catch cold and be first served by the spring lantern. In February, everything dissolves flowers and trees and takes apricot flowers soaked in them. I don't think your map has many levels, so it won't burn all over the mountain. In March, the world is full of affection and recovery, rich in seeking youth and stepping on horses. When we meet, we can borrow Dong Jun's convenience to sing a poem and draw a picture appropriately. April's poetry is more charming and poetic, and umbrella pleated skirts will always be like this. The flowers in the group also know the solar terms of the DPRK, and their companions have lived slowly for a long time. In May, Jiangge was quite eager to win, and all the children in Zhongdu were successful. In its heyday, Qu Yuan was attached to his old age, vying to see the dragon boat carrying new things. In June, people are as hot as Jiangnan, and half a bushel of smoke is light and tender. Easy to draw? Z listens to the rain and stays in Wu Shan overnight. In July, the light is green and the Sun River is full of stars. I only love Junshan and He Sen. In August, the river tide has been surging for a long time. What is driving a fan painting firefly? I am a trend pioneer, and several middle-aged people are not tired! It's just that September is old, and human poets think twice about spring. Xijiangyue burst into laughter when he became a 16 book when he was making a movie. First of all. The mud cow at the bottom of the sea is silent. Hang a tree and throw a stone sheep. Three thousand broken hands hold up the clear sky. But it makes people dream and listen to the iron donkey. Listen to Ma Si hissing. The copper snake burrowed into the stone edge. The rabbit horn and turtle hair are the same. Second. There are not three or one roads. Ordinary people say three things. Finally, meditation is very strange. This sentence is not a dream. This sentence is not this sentence. This sentence is not a three-sentence sentence. The height should be in an instant. Thousands of pools are everywhere in January. Third. _ All over the world, the Buddha is wonderful. Vientiane looms among them. I have practiced Kunwu before. Don't recite the scriptures by heart, you will get 1000 kinds of the same results. You can't do six things. If you are calm. Don't waste your time. Fourth. Smoke, water, clouds and mountains overlap. The future of Wan Li. Silent and clear. Daqian sat for a moment. From cold to summer. Who is cloudy and sunny? Laugh at the sun and the moon. Three silent songs. Fifth. Eight winds can't blow. There are also catkins and poplars. It's wonderful and reasonable. What will be useful on the road is not empty talk. No, Pocha is in the house. Clearly report directly to your family. No, don't explore strange methods. Sixth. Four orders of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Superimpose Gao Hou gan Kun. There is only one thing. Too hard. There are canals everywhere. Look at it but you can't see it. It sounds complicated and silent. I want to know the name and ontology of this thing. Cover your eyes and recognize each other.