1, "Poetry of the fallen petal"
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Yin
Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year;
Since March is coming, why should people hate even winds?
On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully;
Pick it up and take it to Baluofangpari, with a pair of mandarin ducks in the middle.
2. "Night Dreams and Luo's Poems of Medicinal Names"?
Dynasty: Song Dynasty? Author: Yi Zhu
I clumsily drilled through old paper, and I should be proud of it.
Sign hundreds of ivory towers and make millions of flies.
Divide joys and sorrows into a hundred taels of gold and bitter records into five carts.
Jindi Tianhua is a wonderful machine, and Qiongtian Shuiying is refreshing.
Before this poem turns white, please follow the crown put on by Wang.
Iris fragrance in winter and summer, pavilion keel shed.
Zhu is old and useless, but Luo is so.
Tonight, the moon is white and the wind is clear I didn't think you'd call.
If you give too much spring plaster, you will drink five times more.
Brocade is covered with brocade, and purple flowers weave velvet.
You don't want to be a fool.
3, "Seven Laws Singing Climbing the Wall Tiger"
Dynasty: unknown author: anonymous
Slender hands cling to the wall, reflecting the moon and comet alone.
Climbing to meet the hot summer sun, Sanqiu is surrounded by proud first frost.
Charm is not inferior to the beauty of spring flowers, and charm is like maple leaves.
The vine is not finished, and the red smiling face sings brilliantly.
4. "The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high"
Dynasty: Tang Author: Li Yu
The red sun is three feet high, and the golden stove adds fragrance to the beast. Red brocade lichens wrinkle every step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, and wine smells bad. Don't listen to the flute and drums in the temple.
5. Spring Rain
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Xu Ning
When the flowers bloom, you can see the continuous rain, clouds entering people's houses and destroying dikes. ?
Yesterday, the spring breeze was on the road, and poor Jin Hong threw mud in vain.