Liu Yong's "Jade Butterfly"
The purple green is cold and the frost is frosty in autumn. The scenery is quiet. The fragrance of the orchids shoots, and the red trees of the vines are sad.
Liu Yong's "Magnolia"
Purple jade branches with red wax bases. The flowers have fallen, but the sorrow has not gone away, and the wine has been brewed to encourage the seeds to form.
Yan Shu's "Qingpingle"
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining brightly. It’s the season when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
Yan Deyin's "King Xue's Flower and Candle Walking"
The prince's fairy chariot descended from the Fengtai, and the purple tassel and golden leash controlled the dragon matchmaker.
Cao Tang's "Poetry of the Little Immortal"
When all the purple pears are rotten and no one eats them, why does Han Jun leave and not return?
Zheng Gu's "Self-Adaptation"
The running on the purple road does not stop, seeing you off and greetings all day long in the suburbs.
1. "Jade Butterfly" by Liu Yong?
Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken, I quietly watch the autumn light. The desolate scene in the evening is worthy of Song Yu's desolation. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the apple blossoms are getting older, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow.
Redeem love and hurt. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast. Unforgettable,
Wen’s wine party, a few lonely romantic days, often changed into stars and frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away,
It is unknown where Xiaoxiang is. Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly.
In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
2. "Qingpingle" by Yan Shu
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling.
When you first taste the green wine, you will easily get drunk, and you will fall asleep under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun is shining brightly.
It’s the season when the two swallows are about to return, the silver screen was slightly cold last night