See Ru Yan.
Author: Zhao Youzhi
At the beginning of Meiyu, the feeling was green and vicious, and suddenly Ru Yan took off her nest and flew away.
Poetry becomes a high pillow, only snoring and sleeping, not complaining.
Quatrain
Author: Huang
Smoke flies over the curtain and shadows at night, and it is not sunny or rainy at the end of spring.
Open the window to eliminate books, and the wind will send flowers to the inkstone pool.
cool
Author: Kou Zhun
Tall trees are deep and dense, the sound of milk swallows is sparse, and summer is long.
Sitting alone in the water pavilion with sleeves full of wind, the scenery on earth is slightly cool.
Leisure day
Author: Kou Zhun
Jiang Lou is quiet in the daytime and chun yin changes, and the curtain flies like a swallow in the afternoon.
The sails are scattered on the barren shore and can be seen from a distance.
Xiuzhufang
Author: Huang Geng
In spring, milk swallows grow long, and pillow books have no dreams.
Peach blossoms, red rain, pear blossoms and snow, chasing the east wind over the powder wall.
Weiyang Spring Festival Gala
Author: Zhang Yu
The willow shadows in the smoke cage are barking wildly, and the celery and milk are wet with rain.
The spring of the 24 th Bridge is over, and Jiangnan poets are homesick.
Dawn in early summer
Author: Zhang Xiang kite
It is known that no guests have arrived and the door will reopen in the morning.
The new seedlings grow very long and are swallowed from human milk.
The sound of books separates the bamboo, and the air penetrates the clothes.
A hundred acres of happiness is always there, no problem.
Ji houzuo
Author: Cao Ye
The new age distinguishes vegetation, and the evening pond reveals clothes.
Ru Yan didn't go home, and they both flew to the forest.
Micro-light reveals flower shadows, and light clouds and wheat shadows.
No one can hide and climb mountains all day.