Tao Chen
Green clothes are everywhere, and smoke is like a dancer.
Southern sluts and hooligans, brocade machines become articles on spring nights.
Zhongshu Huai Yu
Li Shanfu
Thousands of miles of smoke and clouds are golden, and Wuding is in full swing.
Spring clothes treasure birds and heavy trees, Rizhao Zhou Xianwan Wan Lou.
Frogs like gongsun and dragons like Zhuge had to rest.
There are infinite heroes and ghosts in it, and they should be ashamed of each other.
Shucheng nostalgia
Liu Xiyi
Shu soil is surrounded by mountains and bamboos, and wind and frost accumulate in Wu days.
Look inside and out, how pale you look!
In the old state-owned era, brothels were heavily made up.
The ancients had no years, and the bones were hidden in the mountains.
Play the piano silently, and stay in the study room.
The mysterious turtle buried the divination room, and Cai Feng destroyed the ci field.
The array is one by one, and the cypresses are all in one line.
Ghosts in the Qing palace, birds in the Qin Cang.
It rained in a spring in central Sichuan (1)
Zheng Gu
Begonia is alone in the wind outside the towel, and its sleeves provoke Sichuan dust for no reason.
The weather is very warm, and it is the day of picking vegetables. I am very lonely, not a flower picker.
I don't care that ant wine flushes my lungs, but I remember that the fish gun covered my sick body.
It rained lightly. Jinjiang Spring School is like Qujiang Spring. What did you do?
Yi Shu's Song of Sunflowers
Cen Can
Huaying is a fictional poem by Liu Tuo. Note: See Cen Can's poem.
A flower bloomed yesterday, and a flower bloomed today.
These flowers are just right today, but they were old yesterday.
I realized that people are not as old as flowers, but unfortunately the fallen flowers are not swept away [2].
The first two sentences are similar to Mr. Wei's songs of flowers and trees, but he didn't.
Life can't be a teenager (3), don't worry about selling drinks at the bedside.
Please have the money to go to the restaurant, but you can't see it, sunflower!
Even the topic is related to Shu Zhiguo.
Xie Qian
When I suddenly recalled the happiness of the Ming emperor in the west, who knew that I was hurt and hated secretly?
Perrin should tell the courtiers not to put litchi in the golden plate.