1. Poems about ginger flowers
Poems about ginger flowers 1. Poems about ginger flowers
Fenghe Zheng Xianggong to test the merits of his tenth brother Shan Jiang Huafu gave a chapter to praise the Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi picked yellow ginger pistils and titled it Qingsuo Wei.
When *** heard that the meal was prepared, it was the day when he was returning from the imperial court. The sound is the hair of the fine feast, and the love flies with the colorful Han.
Therefore, the treasure of the world will be thousands of miles and glorious. Cui Yuan was demoted by the Shaofu and returned the mountain ginger flower. He responded with a poem. Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi. My old friend Boluo Wei left me the mountain ginger flower.
Picked from the blue sea, from the family of the banished immortals. The clouds and waves moisten the solitary roots, and the yin fire illuminates the morning flowers.
The hibiscus sun is shaking quietly, and the rosy clouds of Yingzhou are beautiful. The world loves fragrance and fragrance, and forgets about the tranquility.
Pass the name to the emperor, fly to the end of the world. Wang Ji originally valued taste, but Shi Chongfang fought for luxury.
I don’t know how many carved plates there are, but the fine mats only add to the splendor. The post horse damages the bones and muscles, but the noble man nourishes his teeth.
I look after Mr. Chenopodium quinoa and hold this in mind. Nine-day Water Pavilion Song Dynasty: Han Qi The pond pavilion destroyed the ancient pavilion, which is the extension of the Double Ninth Festival for guests.
Although I am ashamed that the autumn appearance of the old garden is light, let’s see the yellow flowers are fragrant in the late festival. The wine is already mellow and overripe, and the crab claws need no frost.
In the past few years, it has been difficult to become strong through the ups and downs of drinking, but it is still crazy to sing loudly. Xijiang Yue·Sitting for Guests and Seeing Harmony with Repeated Rhymes Song Dynasty: Su Shi There are several songs in Zhulan in the small courtyard, and three drums are painted in the heavy city.
Watch the light moon turn into bright wind. Go back to the fragrant clouds and dream.
The green sleeves are white, and the soap is half inserted in red. The lanterns are scattered in the wine garden.
Punch lines fly by the minute. Nine Days to Repay the Scholars Qing Dynasty: Miaoxin Live up to the promise of Dongli and carry your respect through the thatched cottage.
There are even tree branches in the distant sky, and the moon is high and the clothes are thin. Shaking hands after years of farewell, I am frightened by the frost for nine days.
The talents of all the kings are peerless. Whoever can stand alone is stronger.
2. Poems about ginger flowers
1. Fenghe Zheng Xianggong gave a poem to his tenth brother Shan Jianghua in order to test his merits
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Pick yellow ginger pistils and seal them with the title Qingsuo Wei. The day when *** heard about the meal preparation was the day when he was returning from the imperial court.
The sound is the hair of the fine banquet, and the love flies with the colorful Han. Therefore, the treasures of the world will be thousands of miles and bright.
2. Cui Yuan was repaid by the Shaofu who demoted himself, and left behind some ginger flowers and responded with a poem
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Old friend Bo Luowei , leave me the alpine flower. Collected from the blue sea, from the home of the banished immortal.
The clouds and waves moisten the solitary roots, and the yin fire illuminates the morning flowers. The hibiscus sun is shaking quietly, and the rosy clouds of Yingzhou are beautiful.
People in the world love fragrance and forget about the tranquility. His name was passed on to the emperor, and he flew to the end of the world.
Wang Ji originally valued taste, while Shi Chongfang fought for luxury. There are many carvings and plates that I don’t recognize, but the fine mats only add to the splendor.
The post horse damages the muscles and bones, but the noble man nourishes his teeth. Gu Yu is a scholar of Chenopodium quinoa. He holds this serious advice and sighs.
3. Nine-day Water Pavilion
Song Dynasty: Han Qi
The Chiguan destroyed the ancient pavilion, which extended the guests' gathering on the Double Ninth Festival.
Although I am ashamed that the autumn appearance of the old garden is light, let me see the yellow flowers fragrant in the late festival.
The wine taste is already mellow and overripe, and the crab claws need not be frosted first.
In the past few years, it has been difficult to become strong through the ups and downs of drinking, but it is still crazy to sing loudly.
4. Xijiang Moon · Sitting with Guests and Meeting with Repeated Rhymes
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
There are several songs in Zhulan in the small courtyard, and three drums in the heavy city. Even more, watch the faint moon turn into light and wind. Go back to the fragrant clouds and dream.
The green sleeves are white, and the soap is half inserted in red. The lanterns are scattered in the wine garden. Punch lines fly by the minute.
5. Reward the Scholars in Nine Days
Qing Dynasty: Wonderful Letter
Live up to the promise of Dongli, and carry the respect through the thatched cottage.
There are even tree branches in the distant sky, and the moon is high and the clothes are thin.
Handshakes after years of farewell are frightening.
The talents of all the kings are peerless. Whoever can stand alone is stronger.
3. Poems about ginger flowers
Appreciating ginger flowers
Admiring ginger flowers in red, yellow, white and purple, the fragrance is beautiful and the shadows are endless;
< p> Green and pure beauty does not welcome the spring, but the charm is born with splendor."Cui Yuan was punished by the Shaofu for his self-deprecation, and he left behind the mountain ginger flowers and responded with a poem"
Author: Liu Yuxi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Old friend Captain Boluo, leave me the ginger flower. Collected from the blue sea, from the home of the banished immortal.
The clouds and waves moisten the solitary roots, and the yin fire illuminates the morning flowers. The hibiscus sun is shaking quietly, and the rosy clouds of Yingzhou are beautiful.
People in the world love fragrance and forget about the tranquility. His name was passed on to the emperor, and he flew to the end of the world.
Wang Ji originally valued taste, while Shi Chongfang fought for luxury. There are many carvings and plates that I don’t recognize, but the fine mats only add to the splendor.
The post horse damages the muscles and bones, but the noble man nourishes his teeth. Gu Yu is a scholar of Chenopodium quinoa. He holds this serious advice and sighs.
4. Asking for poems praising "ginger flower"
Cui Yuan was demoted by the Shaofu and returned to Liu Yuxi
My old friend Boluo Wei left me Shan Jiang flower. Collected from the blue sea, from the home of the banished immortal.
The clouds and waves moisten the solitary roots, and the yin fire illuminates the morning flowers. The hibiscus sun is shaking quietly, and the rosy clouds of Yingzhou are beautiful.
People in the world love fragrance and forget about the tranquility. His name was passed on to the emperor, and he flew to the end of the world.
Wang Ji originally valued taste, while Shi Chongfang fought for luxury. There are many carvings and plates that I don’t recognize, but the fine mats only add to the splendor.
The post horse damages the muscles and bones, but the noble man nourishes his teeth. Gu Yu is a scholar of Chenopodium quinoa. He holds this serious advice and sighs.
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There is a missing tower in the chaotic mountains, and the two flags flutter and whistle in the evening.
The smoke is deep and the green osmanthus is in the ravine, and the remaining frost is ringing in the cold sand.
There are no hermits screaming in the abandoned platform, but there are high-ranking people in the abandoned house.
Lingzhai stayed in the hotel to make an appointment with the monks, and the pine clouds were placed on the stone pillows in the official offices.
The most precious bamboo shoots are in a cup of soup, and alpine flowers are grown in a bottle of water.
The furnace is piled with beasts burning charcoal, and the tiled cauldron is used to cook autumn tea with earthworms.
A young man has traveled hundreds of miles, but he can travel to the end of the world in one hunger.
I am so accustomed to seeing Peng Po Snow that I am afraid that it will spread across the Milky Way.
The home nest is willing to be the place where children love, and the foreign land will be praised to the hometown.
After a cup of drunkenness, I fell down and looked at the flowers under the lamp.
5. Please praise "the poem about Jiang Hua. I like Jiang Hua very much and would like to know if there is any description of Jiang Hua."
Cui Yuan returned Liu Yuxi's old friend's blog for self-deprecation by the Shaofu. Luo Wei, leave me the ginger flower.
Picked from the blue sea, from the family of the banished immortals. The clouds and waves moisten the solitary roots, and the yin fire illuminates the morning flowers.
The hibiscus sun is shaking quietly, and the clouds of Yingzhou are beautiful. The world loves fragrance and fragrance, and forgets about the tranquility.
Pass the name to the emperor, fly to the end of the world. Wang Ji originally valued taste, but Shi Chongfang fought for luxury.
I don’t know how many carved plates there are, but the fine mats only add to the splendor. The post horse damages the bones and muscles, but the noble man nourishes his teeth.
I look after Mr. Chenopodium quinoa and hold this in mind. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------When I first arrived in Rongzhou, I visited the chaotic mountains and there was a missing tower. The two flags were fluttering and the bamboo was played at night.
The smoke is deep and the green osmanthus is in the ravine, and the remaining frost is ringing in the cold sand. There are no hermits screaming in the abandoned platform, and there are high-ranking people in the abandoned houses.
Lingzhai stayed in the hotel to make an appointment with the monks, and the pine clouds were placed on the stone pillows in the official offices. The most precious bamboo shoots are in a cup of soup, and alpine flowers are grown in a bottle of water.
The furnace is piled with beasts burning charcoal, and the tiled cauldron is used to cook autumn tea with earthworms. A young man travels hundreds of miles away, and can travel to the ends of the earth in one hunger.
I am so accustomed to seeing Peng Po Snow that I am afraid that it will spread across the Milky Way. The old nest is willing to be loved by children, and the foreign land will be praised to the hometown.
After a cup of drunkenness, I fell down and looked at the flowers under the lamp.
6. Chrysanthemum Yellow Verses on Double Ninth Festival
On Double Ninth Festival, the sky is high and the air is crisp. Relatives and friends gather in groups, wearing dogwoods, carrying fine wines, and happily join hands to climb the mountain. , have a glimpse of the picturesque mountains and rivers, and enjoy the beautiful scenery of golden autumn.
Chinese poets and poets throughout the ages have written numerous masterpieces with the Double Ninth Festival as their theme. We have selected a few poems to feel the unique charm of the Double Ninth Festival. Among the Double Ninth Festival poems, the most popular one is "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei, a poet from the Tang Dynasty.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one missing person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
This lyrical poem was written when he was 17 years old. At that time, the poet was seeking fame in Chang'an, and the prosperous imperial capital was a "foreign land" for a young wanderer without any friends.
When the brothers who were far away in their hometown climbed high today, they all wore dogwood on their bodies, but they found that one brother was missing-he was not among them. But what he regretted was not that he could not spend the holiday with his brothers in his hometown, but that the brothers were not completely reunited.
This is the profound and novel nature of this poem, which gives it a strong artistic appeal and has been recited by people for thousands of years. Chrysanthemum appreciation is one of the programs during the Double Ninth Festival.
The autumn air is crisp and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. They are golden in color under the fence in front of the window. It is a festive season and it is a unique pleasure to enjoy chrysanthemums. Meng Haoran wrote in "Crossing the Old Friend's Village": "On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come back to enjoy the chrysanthemums."
What the poet never forgets is to come back to enjoy the chrysanthemums when the Double Ninth Festival arrives. Wang Bo's "Nine-day Double Ninth Festival, you can see chrysanthemums when you open the door"; Fan Chengda's "The children of the world have no high rhyme, they only see the flowers on the Double Ninth Day", etc., etc., all express the interest of admiring chrysanthemums and drinking wine, with meaningful language and fresh poetry.
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty visited his old friend's village and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Let’s hold a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Fan Zengda of the Song Dynasty: After the Double Ninth Festival, the chrysanthemums are lonely on the east fence and the dew is wet, and the golden dimples shine on the sand in front of them. The children of the world have no high charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Li Qingzhao's poem "Drunken Flower Yin·Double Ninth Festival" writes, "After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves, which can't help but shake my soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." This is a famous Double Ninth Festival poem.
The author adds his own strong emotional color to the description of natural scenery, intertwining the objective environment and inner emotions, and the lonely and desolate mood when appreciating chrysanthemums is vividly expressed on the page.
Song Dynasty * Li Qingzhao * Drunk Flower Yin * Double Ninth Festival, the mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day will last forever, and the golden beast will disappear.
The Double Ninth Festival is here again, with jade pillows and gauze kitchens, and the coolness begins to shine through in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
It’s hard not to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The mood of the Double Ninth Festival poem written by Mao Zedong is completely different from that of the ancients. In the words "Picking Mulberries·Double Ninth Festival", Chairman Mao wrote the immortal poem "Double Ninth Festival every year, now it is Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant" with the spirit of revolutionary optimism and the fearless heroic spirit of defeating the enemy. .
Picking Mulberries. Double Ninth Festival Mao Zedong 1929.10 Life is easy but it is difficult to grow old, and the Double Ninth Festival is celebrated every year. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The autumn wind is strong once a year, unlike spring. Better than the spring sunshine, there is frost all over the Liao Kuo River.
On June 22, 1929, the Seventh Congress of the Fourth Red Army was held in Longyan, western Fujian. At the meeting, Mao Zedong was criticized by Zhu De, Chen Yi and others for practicing "paternalism" and was not elected. Secretary of the former enemy committee. Mao Zedong immediately left the army and went to Shanghang to guide local work, where he almost died of malaria.
It was not until November 26 that Mao Zedong, who had just recovered from a serious illness, resumed his duties with the support of the "September Letter" from the Shanghai Central Committee (presided over by Zhou Enlai at the time). This poem reflects the mood of illness.
For thousands of years, these poems have added infinite brilliance to the Double Ninth Festival. Reading them today can still make people feel the unique charm of the Double Ninth Festival. As soon as I searched, I found that there are more poems describing the Double Ninth Festival and chrysanthemums.
Tang Li Yu It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and the pavilion is at the top.
The fragrance of dogwood falls, the smell of purple chrysanthemum floats in the courtyard, and the mist drizzles in the evening. Yongyongxin's wild geese swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty climbed to Lanshan Mountain in autumn and sent a message to Wubei Mountain. In the white mountains, the hermit feels happy. Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese.
Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the boats on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
Li Qingzhao* of the Northern Song Dynasty traveled to Xiangzitian and Qiuguang, changed his feelings, and discovered that Jin Yingzhi was approaching the Double Ninth Festival. The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long. Li Zhiyi of the Northern Song Dynasty The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the Double Ninth Festival has arrived.
The dew suddenly turns cold, and the cold will be repaid. The fragrant green scent reminds us of the coriander root, and the dense yellow grass gathers in the garden.
When a person is not old, the blue bridge is full of frost. The shadow in the orchid vat is dizzy, and the silver toad in the broken house is small.
The bottle is in front of your eyes, who will you pour it from? The quilt is forced to be spread in the same place, and I worry about taking off my hat when I am happy.
You must believe in the truth, your madness will never grow old until your madness is over. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Yong fights with hundreds of flowers rustling and frost floating on the mandarin tiles. The green curtain is slightly cold and slightly transparent, the long door is deeply locked and quietly, and the autumn colors are approaching in the courtyard.
Looking at the chrysanthemums, tears fall like beads on the Double Ninth Festival, and the long powder is covered with powder. The sound of the wheel is far away.
Infinite hatred, empty love fan. It must be the emperor. At first, he was surprised by his concubine's resignation, but now, the most enchanting one in the palace is Feiyan Zhaoyang.
In the Northern Song Dynasty *Yan Jidao*, the courtyard of Butterfly Love Flower is covered with green moss and red leaves. When the golden chrysanthemums bloom, it is almost the Double Ninth Festival feast. Lotuses are dew withered and green fans are exposed every day, and smoke and water in powder pond are clear for professional training.
Try leaning against the cool breeze to sober up the noodles. When the word "Goose" comes, you will see it just facing the floor. At what time the frost-protecting clouds turn, whose reed pipe blows autumn resentment.
Northern Song Dynasty *Yan Jidao* Ruan Lang returned to the sky. The golden palm dew turned into frost, and the clouds followed the word "Yan". The green cup and red sleeves are called Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown.
The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and they are diligent in managing the old madness. If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don’t break your heart by singing clear songs.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, *Xin Qiji* walked on the sand on the balcony at night, in the courtyard with autumn fragrance, and smiling people came and went. Who is desolate when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad back then! They shared the cups and plates, sang and danced leisurely, and asked him what was so sad about him? There are times of reflection but also sadness, as the Double Ninth Festival is going to be windy and rainy.
Jin*Duan Keji*The river is full of red. After the rain, the garden is deserted. All the flowers are gone, and there are no trees left. Under a sparse fence, this flower can be preserved, and its beauty and quality are outstanding.
The full hands entertain Tao Lingyi, who is like three-level interrogation at evening meal. To this day, it is in disarray and covered with green moss, and no one cares about it.
The guests in the hall were all speechless with blank heads, filled with regrets from the past. It was the Double Ninth Festival. The cool breeze is blowing at you, and you are so lonely that it is hard to stand up.
The wind is blowing, the three smells surround the fragrant bushes, and the songs are still weeping. Yuan*Yuan Anonymous*Water Fairy The green mountains are faintly covered by the vast water. It's time to climb high but it's a foreign land.
On the lonely boat in the lonely city, the iron and stone people also had their hearts broken, and the autumn light was ruined with tears. The dream of yellow flowers, a night of fragrance, passed the Double Ninth Festival.
The sun sets in the west and the water flows in the east, accomplishing nothing.
7. Poems about the art garden
Miscellaneous chants about the art garden (seven poems)
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shizhen (王世祯)?
Hechai
Two gentlemen with long bodies, reflecting each other alone.
Three stacks of plain qin sheets, the sound of distant mountains is quiet.
When the moon is bright, the wind and springs are clear and clear.
Red Goose Pavilion
The geese in cages are scattered in the pavilion, and their plain feathers are facing the autumn water.
The water is reflected in the water, and the fragrant flowers are scattered along the stream.
Begging to write about fennel flowers, the person is in the painting.
Milk Fish Pavilion
If you know the joy of fish, you will know the juice of fish again.
Cece and Tangtang are like rivers and lakes.
The time comes like falling flowers, and passes towards the clear sky.
Chaoshuang Terrace
The Wushan Mountain is facing the Chong Terrace, and the mountain scenery is happy and sound.
The coolness of the morning and the rain of the evening are not the same.
When I want to see Zhuhu, my mind is on flying birds.
Xiangyue Corridor
Repairing the corridor is not just a song, it is graceful and graceful.
Sitting on the floor sweeping the floor and burning incense, my mind is filled with tranquility.
The smoke and wind whistled, and no one could see the bright moon.
Chuiyun Peak
It has an area of ??60,000 armor and seventy-two extraordinary peaks.
Cut off a piece of cloud, and the tiger's teeth will become red and sharp.
The rain is coming from the mountains, and the clouds are flowing close at hand.
Liusongxuan
A young man with a beard is as talented as a ripe sheep.
If you don’t chase the beauty of peach blossoms, why not be overwhelmed by frost and snow.
I love this plain scale armor.
Six Poems of the Little Youxian in the Art Garden
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Wan
After class, the sun in Huangting was heading west, and I accidentally went around the secluded stream to pick up medicine.
After the rain last night, the green mud was moist, and new seedlings grew several feet tall.
Burning incense throughout the day and paying homage to the sky should soar into the sky.
If the obedient dragon is difficult to drive, call Chixian Gong by the pond.
Bamboo nails are used for doors and woven fabrics, and watering flowers and hoeing medicine are the livelihood.
Colorful butterflies as big as swallows flew in, and the flowers bloomed all over the sky.
After a sip and saying goodbye, I called the children to cut the nine-light lantern frequently.
The cup in your hand is a peach core, which contains four or five liters of flowing clouds.
The rocks are covered with osmanthus and cypresses, and the autumn wind blows. Luan cranes are emitting smoke under the blue sky.
I heard that Mr. Mao visited me at night and stood in the bright moonlight.
The pines and springs can be heard far and near, and the misty people in the heavy towers are layered with clouds.
I plan to hang myself on the door and wall and beg for ten pieces of money from my husband.
Four Songs of Bamboo Branches in the Art Garden
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Wan
The flowers on the pond are blooming to illuminate the eyes, and there are countless flying flowers on the flowing weeds.
A pair of purple swallows stick to the waves, and a three-inch silver fish floats on the waves.
The emeralds in the desert are covered with sand edges, and there are several layers of weeping willows and poplars.
The good rain suddenly came, and Anon was ready to fish.
Several acres of clear ripples catch the evening breeze, and the water in Nancun is filled with lemon.
The mandarin ducks flew away out of sight, suspected to be among the dead lotuses and broken reeds.
It is a September day with red polygonum and green polygonum, and the clouds are like water and the water is like smoke.
There are many willows on the side of the painted bridge, which are related to the calligraphy and painting boats of the Nong family.
Another title about Jiang's Art Garden
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Wan
Separating the noise from the city in the west of the city, the secluded dwelling is like a savage's home.
The jujube knots are in bloom on the roof of the house, and the flowers are floating on the pond.
I spread a few Chunhua stickers, and frequently tried Jingting tea in Xue Ou.
I stand up and chat with you, the shade of the willows is getting darker day by day.
Ten Odes of the Art Garden
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Wan
Nancun
Looking at the road, it turns deeper, and the edge of the edge is quiet.
At noon in the Xunfeng Pavilion, the bamboo trees scatter their clear shadows.
There is a slight wisp of smoke, and someone is making tea.
Red Goose Pavilion
The high pavilion drives the geese away and combs their feathers one by one.
Sleeping softly on sedge, the group wears apricot blossoms to play.
Don’t learn from Tanji Village and change the word Huangting.
Milk Fish Pavilion
The blue flowing square pond overlooks the sill and makes you feel peaceful.
When there is no wind, the lotus leaves sway, I know there are swimming scales gathering.
The emeralds suddenly become pairs, and the waves come and go.
Herb Residence
The light and wind are blocked by the land, and the beauty is deep and beautiful.
I don’t know who I want to leave behind, but beauties are diligent in picking them up.
Every time I am young, I am always worried about Xiao Ai.
Bathing Gull Pond
The accumulated spring does not flow, and the white birds bloom in the sky.
In the misty polygonum, several spots are as bright as snow;
There are also two mandarin ducks flying in and out.
Duxiang Bridge
The red railings and white boards cover the waves.
There are many willow shades on both sides of the bank, and the lotus air in the middle is refreshing.
The village lives south of the water, and I walk alone every step.
Xiangyue Corridor
The corridor is so slim and graceful, and the scenery is clear at night.
The dew of the water is reflected in the accumulated flowers, and the shadow of the distant Han Dynasty is horizontal.
Gradually we saw tall parasol trees and wandering circles with bright lights.
Chuiyun Peak
This peak is full of strange clouds and was originally selected from Taihu Lake.
Located in the hills, the pavilions look like solitary offerings.
Whose old name was left behind and the ink has been eroded by the moss.
Liusongxuan
The small building is like an empty mountain, with the sound of rustling and clear music.
The secluded man wears plain cotton and sits in the woods while roaring.
The night has been thick and cold for a long time, still waiting for the bright moon.
Embroidered Buddha Pavilion
Zhu Ding Gao Ren Yun said that the golden chime was cool and cool.
There is a girl scattering flowers among them, and the incense ceremony is pure.
The sound of Sanskrit surrounds the emptiness, thus realizing the nature of hearing.