Related verses:
1, chanting chrysanthemums for Princess Xiaoxiang
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.
There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
2, ask chrysanthemum xiaoxiang concubine
Want to listen to autumn, I don't know, mumbling negative hand, knocking on the east fence.
Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end?
How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?
If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it?
3, Chrysanthemum Dream Princess Xiaoxiang
The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon.
To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.
When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset.
When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.