A beautiful poem about the word "ao" 1. A beautiful poem.
There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the flowers, but disappeared.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Penglai ladies are hardworking and have a good life.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao. The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won. Laughter comes from two faces.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Life is as bright as spring flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves.
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
Running water surrounds the paddy field, and the fence is full of green bamboo; All the elm seeds have been lost, and the hibiscus flowers have become sparse.
The days and personnel change rapidly every day, and then the winter solstice, after the winter solstice, after the weather gets warmer, spring comes back.
2. A beautiful poem that says "Luo"
the Tang Dynasty
Mao Xizhen
Clouds are thin, ribbons are long, dragons are sung in new clothes, and jade obliquely reflects beautiful makeup. Huan Xi sha qi Wu
Nanqi Tianzi spoiled Chanjuan, and Luo Qi in the Sixth Palace was 3,000. Pan Fei was charming and charming. Linjiang county qiyi
Niu xiji
East wind alone, hate lang throw, tears wet Luo Yi. Zhongxing music (that is, wet luoyi)
Ling Bo's socks are very gentle. Linjiang county qiwu
Niuqiao
Thaw the wind to the end of Qing dynasty, and untie your sleeves to worship Qing Qing. One of the zaqu is Yang Liuzhi.
Wang Changling
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other. Two Lotus-picking Songs (Part Two)
Feng Yansi
The waves shake the plum heart, and the wind enters Luo Yi's body. Throwing the ball is one of the pleasures.
The breeze curtain is clear, the flowers fall in spring, the wine is respectful and happy, and the clothes are full of fear of cold at night. Pick mulberry seeds
A day later, I recalled Jiangnan Road. One of butterfly lovers.
Candle complained to the flute with tears, stole the whole dress, and I was too lazy to sing. The third flower is iris.
Zhang Bi
I will immediately think of the past visits, where flowers filled the bamboo stream and kites scratched my head. Huanxi Shashi II
The flower basket and gold box are just right, and the dance clothes are thin and slim. April man
Lipper
The female companion sleeps alone, and Luo Qi in the Sixth Hospital is 3,000. Peace is the second pleasure.
Yu Li
Sub-rules crow at the west of the small building, with jade hooks and curtains, and melancholy dusk smoke hangs down. Linjiangxian
The stove is fragrant and idle, and the phoenix emperor holds the ribbon empty, looking back and hating Yi Yi. Linjiangxian
Hening
Se se Luo skirt gold wisp waist, Diane eyebrow slightly broken not redrawn. One of the zaqu is Yang Liuzhi.
Ouyang Jiong
Fold the snow robe to meet the martial arts, and the flowers are beautiful. Spring is the fifth best.
The blue clothes hang down, the first beauty is more suitable, and the wind passes through the muscles like dancing. Huanxi Shashi II
Gu Huan
Like a sarong jade finger, a ray of golden light. Distant resentment
Flowers, deer and cigarettes are sold, and candles are shaken. Add willow branches of poplar (that is, willow branches)
It's a negative year to hate the prodigal son, wear a tie and tie, and have a heavy account. Jiu quan zi qi Liu
Se se Luo skirt gold thread wisp, light through goose yellow incense painting pants. Ying tianchang
Lazy to show off jade chopsticks, ashamed to make a bun for diamond flowers. Yulan (that is, Yulouchun) is the third.
The lotus crown is stable, the comb is horizontal, the sleeves are fluttering, the clouds are light, and it is difficult to draw. Yu Meiren No.6