The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and all the orchids in my pot were flooded.
Fanrui strives for the opening day, which is the time for tourists to get home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"
Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.
There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Fengnv painted orchids.
Beggars get the beauty described by poets, and Yaochi is clear and beautiful.
As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.
Shi Tao's cymbidium
The root has left the dust, so there is no poem, and poetry gives loneliness.
Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.
Massai fighters in East Africa
The bones are clear and the leaves are true, and the wind is amazing.
My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.
Massai fighters in East Africa
I'm tired of listening to Huang except Yao Cao's Spring Star.
Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.
I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless.
Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.
Qiu Lan of Michelle Ye, Isinggio.
There are potted plants in front of the temple, and orchids are unique. In the past, they were called Wang Xiangxiang and also Mr. Fang because of the four rhymes.
Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.
Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers.
You fen San, static shadow sparse.
There must be more than nine. It's wasteful.
The bamboo forests in Yun Qi are very lush, and the mountains are full of orchids.
The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.
The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead.
Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.
In the middle of spring, everything blooms.
Orchid ode
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.
Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.
Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.
Winter orchids in Cao Yin
Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.
As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.
At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.
Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan
The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.
If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.
After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.
Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.
Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.
The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.
Hua Yan de LAN Hua
The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.
The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.
Gao's On Painting
The painting is scattered, and the Banqiao painting is blue.
Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind.
Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.
Ren Huang painted orchids (three poems)
No room is fragrant and the walls are empty.
One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.
I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad.
The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.
Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant.
You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.
Bright "Writing Shi Lan School"
An empty stone, some grass.
Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.
Li Lanhua's Album (Three Songs)
Blurred Xiao Ai exposed the cold, and the heroes of the ages dried up in tears.
Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.
Chu Qingfeng flooded the pen, and the guest was lingering for twenty years.
Self-pity does not sing green songs, and thousands of flowers in Chiba are for the world to see.
Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples.
When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid that it will lose its fragrance in the mountains.
Wang Lan
Orchids grow in valleys and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.
* * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.
Empty valley silent album
Bluegrass is like a hermit's heart, arrogant and self-destructive.
Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.
Li Yi's Ink and Wash Whelan
Shallow summer and late spring are flowers, and several stems are slanting.
Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.
Yougu Fangfei
Write wheatgrass so dripping wet, just missing potted plants and stone walls.
I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.
Jin Nong Hua LAN Hua
The rain is too deep, the pen and ink stone are cold, and the girl is blue and has no lang.
Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.
Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan"
Ice roots and green leaves are miscellaneous and barren, and pearl makeup is exposed in the morning.
Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.
The Orchid by Shen Tong was written by Mr. Yi Feng.
The king of orchid fragrance.
The fragrant wind fills the field, and the appearance is clear and clear.
Affectionate, independent and fragrant.
He sees Xiao and Ai on good terms.
Small exposure to AIDS, orchid suffered from severe frost.
As soon as the wind turns, the clothes are full.
Zheng Xie's Half-basin Lanruitu
The flowerpot is Shimada Hanzo, and the flowers are half full.
No venting, no fear of decay.
The name of the orchid.
Two pots of bluegrass, early one night.
Flowers bloom one after another, late spring and early summer.
Orchid
The bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning.
Loyalty is still self-embracing, so why fight with others?
orchid
Cliff thousands of feet, orchids in the sky.
There are firewood collectors, so you can't reach out and fold.
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Leave a big root, why complain about a short leaf.
Spring thunder dives at night, and the fragrance enters the clouds.
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Many implied meanings, Chun Qing refused to show.
After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the essence will be clear in midsummer.
Title orchid (five songs)
Orchids are not flowers, but people in my eyes.
It is difficult to write this flower god with an elephant crown.
Spearmint is not incense, but my breath.
The taste of lips is difficult to write.
73-year-old man, painting orchids at the age of 50.
Let him rain or shine, he will never disappear.
One move and two moves, both wonderful.
Regardless of the previous people, it's hard to believe that waving.
Roots are not in the ground, flowers bloom all year round.
Strangely, when I understood, the cat came to me with a letter.
Thorns in the jungle
Thorns comfort their roots, and the breeze shows their spirit.
Su Xin is not angry, and the grass is also stained with Yuchun.
Poems on Mount Weng, Small Scenery of Eight Mountain People in Shi Tao of Xi Shi, and A Volume of Ding Bai Mo Lan * * *.
The country broke the temple and died, and a bag of poems and paintings was Buddha-like.
Spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, with no ink spots and more tears.
Visiting Yuan Meifu, Jiao Shan sent orchids.
Qiu Lan sent one hundred and eighty arrows to Jiaoshan Stone House.
Xiao Yue knock knock, handed out a simple note, Fan Yan passed by Jiang Lai last night.
Title pen LAN tu
Chunlan is still in full bloom, and A Dai is clearly called in the picture.
After reading all the ups and downs, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.
Pictures of orchids with broken flowerpots
Spring rain and spring breeze write beautiful faces, and love and rhyme fall into the world.
Nowadays, without a confidant, it is even more difficult to break the black basin.
Orchid map on the wall
Orchids bloom early at the top of the mountain, and small arrows on the mountainside still contain fetuses.
The painter is determined to stop storing, so why bother Dongfeng as a matchmaker?
"Painting Lan Zhi Spine to Send Teacher Cai"
Write Lan Zhi full of spring, and add a few messy hazelnuts.
The world is full of beauty and evil, and I want to see warm and distant people.
Lan (four songs)
Qusong's articles are tall in vegetation and coquettish in blue spectrum.
How to sell cheap from people and cross the street?
This is a kind of peaceful flower, and I don't want a haze from Wen Da.
Collecting firewood is still afraid of passing by the path, but also write mountain cover.
Orchids are grass in the mountains, planted in the mountains.
The world has planted pots of angels, so it is better to stay with the haze.
The bluegrass in the mountains is messy, the leaves are warm and the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong.
The grain is not far from sending incense, but it can send vulgar dust.
"Painting orchids to send the Taoist priest on Ziqiong Cliff"
Looking in the mountains, I found hearts and hearts.
If you want to send it a long way, it will be cold and fragrant.
Cymbidium bungeanum
Spring rain and spring breeze washed away the beautiful face, and Qiongdao came to the world.
Nowadays, without a confidant, it is even more difficult to break the black basin.
Draw potted orchids and send Yang Dianshi of Fanxian County to Hangzhou to recuperate.
Orchids are not suitable for Shandong, but incense moves thousands of miles.
Draw a basin back and plant two peaks, north and south.
Yang was very worried after being snatched away by a busybody. For more than ten years, I passed through Hangzhou, but Yang Gong has been dead for a long time. His descendants told the story and begged him to draw a picture to make up for it. It is not only the previous work, but also a poem saying that the soul of lovesickness has no plan to raise flowers and floats on the west lake to knock at the tomb door. The old people who re-exhibited are still Zilan and Sun Lan.
Orchid with broken branches
Painting more spring breeze is worthless, and a sapphire is half a branch.
Birds in the rising sun forest in the mountains support acacia in February.
Draw a thorn orchid for Master Green Pine.
Don't turn thorns into orchids, outsiders will look on coldly.
You can only know that Buddhism is vast and long when the door is fragrant and dirty.
Orchid with broken branches
Xiaofeng dew is not dry, who put an arrow orchid in the crystal bottle,
Just like a new bath, the thin skirt is afraid of you.
Eight orchids
Nine orchids went to the riverside field, but eight flowers failed to come true.
When everything in the world is enough, stay and practice, waiting for the later sages.
orchid
Bypassing the green mountains and green waters, orchids hide back in the ring.
Who can come to Xiangguo? Let me stay in my room for half a day.
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There are potted plants in the world, only Qingshan is my home.
Painted in the lonely place of the cliff, orchids and bamboo leaves are hidden.
Penglan
Xijiang wonderful Ganzhou orchids, once bought a few pots of flowers to see.
I don't know if I can get it back in the painting. The wind and dew in my hometown are not completely dry.
Shanlan
There are orchids in the mountains and mountains, with a general fragrance.
Hate the fickle eyes of this world, just because there are high and low points.
orchid
Yesterday, I went out to search for spring, and every peach and willow had no orchid.
The city is not a master, so I will visit the secluded faction in the mountains.
Penglan
It takes a whole orchid to buy, and God can spare no effort to reproduce.
Don't worry about spending less this year. Please look at those flowerpots full of flowers next year.
Lan (eight songs)
Sue and Chi always look at their hearts and guests.
Can spring breeze brew it? It used to be cold, with frost and snow.
There is no place to put orchids, because the grass is in disorder.
If you want to be endowed with many beautiful things, you must move your roots into the garden.
After nine years of orchids, orchids are not enough to make up.
What thorns are mixed in life, what a gentleman cares more about.
Not red, not purple, not dark yellow, green and heavy leaves.
Only the west wind is biased, and it is used to urging stones to sweep away autumn frost.
The spring breeze entered the mountain last night and blew the fragrant orchids everywhere.
Only bamboo is a gentleman's companion, and other flowers cannot be planted together.
One peak is far away, and passers-by are near.
The higher the lanruixiang is, the farther it goes, and the Dongting grass floats all over the lake.
Orchids are related to bamboo books, always between green mountains and green waters.
Frost and snow have not faded, spring is unknown, and people laugh red and purple.
Half bamboo and half orchid, green leaves all over the mountain.
It's always spring and summer, with no autumn air in between.
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Bees and butterflies have roads, but clouds have no doors.
That is, it is difficult to concentrate on the east wind, and the natural fragrance is there.
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Grass and water are overgrown, and green leaves are half hidden.
Where the breeze blows, there is a tender jade and nine flowers.
On orchids (ten poems)
The taste is self-adaptive and self-fragrant, how to turn dark.
Tourists are just wandering around, and the spring breeze is filled with the smell of grain in an instant.
Without losing the fragrance, the stone path remains firm.
However, I am surrounded by grass and I feel sorry for myself.
Eight orchids bloom seven times, and one smallpox must be planted.
It will be spring next year, just wait for the thunder of Tianmen.
In order to buy the spring breeze in February, Susong planted Su Cao fields.
There is no road to cross the river, and it will be valuable in Yangzhou.
An orchid pen ploughing, which opens at four o'clock, has no rain and no dew.
In spring, the roots are numerous and the leaves are dense, but it's a pity that butterflies without fragrance don't come.
The wind in the water temple is cool, and the nine villages in Conglan are fragrant.
Today, Li Sao is called the king's fragrance.
The beauty in the forest is different, and the breeze is silent.
Whoever writes is endowed with spirit, so as to summon the soul to return to Chu.
Who can dig the mountain? Long branches and short leaves open.
Mr. Wang is good at buying potted plants, paving stones, spreading moss and carefully planting them.
If the pen is fragrant, the ink is like jade, and the water is like beads.
To compare solitary bamboo with orchids, just Dr. Qu.
Thick, quiet and fragrant, flowers bloom for a long time.
The warm wind is intended to be superior and moved to Jinpen Yutang.
Orchid
Three of the four orchids bloom, and the middle one blooms late.
Everything in the world is calm and beautiful until Miss Chun returns.
Li's poem "On the Difference of Lan Xiumao's Mid-Autumn Festival in the Same Year".
Qiku is innocent now and suddenly pregnant.
If the room is unsafe, Fang Xin will be in court.
This kind of fun is a corner of white clouds.
One was mistaken by Xiang, so I joined the grass.
Let's not talk about its fragrance, but leave it behind.
Now that you are a gentleman, you will always be invited to practice.
The moonlit night is quiet, like forgetting the skeleton with others.
I would like to believe my orphan, but I can't guess at the New Year's party.
Fang Wanyi inscribed "Ma Shouzhen's Double Hook Orchid Volume"
Chu Yi Lan Guanxiang, the paintings of the two monarchs are extraordinary.
The flow of national fragrance failed to stay, and SiNian rested too much in Ma Jinling.
Isingiro Shucheng's "Illusion Ommoran"
It is not easy for northerners to love orchids. Painting orchids is the real orchid.
My uncle is afraid of the same idea, one is powder essence.
The ancients of heaven and earth were not teachers, so God sat in a fragmented shape.
The pen is like a cone, the paper is broken, the flowers are broken, and the leaves are broken.
When I was in the pavilion, I smelled the leopard's purse and drum. I sang tea and lit cigarettes for Xiangzu.
Musk deer in the world dare to burn together, and pen and ink smell bad.
There are several poems in the vacant room, which seem to be lingering with the gentleman for a long time.
Although I am ashamed to take the bus, I am willing to entrust my heart to Lan Zhi.
Gao Peng's Painting Orchids for Zheng Banqiao
The fragrance of wheatgrass is so touching that people suspect Xiang Jun has gone to Gao Han.
Competing for fragrance makes more resentment, so I can't bear to read Li Sao today.
Fan Yao's "The Gift of the Broken Orchid"
Qu yuan died, the sky was empty, and cymbidium didn't grow any grass.
Come to Xiaozhai, Nanruan, the beauty is not thin.
After the autumn wind sent a branch, red beans fell in Xitang on a rainy night.
I have composed Orchids, Who Drums in the Empty Mountains and Biography.
I'm tired of begging for ice and silk.
Bao's blue words
The traveler doesn't know spring, and spring goes to peach blossoms and flowing water.
The echo recalls the old rain, in the fog.
Children in the past long for it, and it seems to be a gentle and elegant joke.
Shan Zhinan, Qing Chuan Road.
Autumn rain is evil, flowers are pregnant with eaves.
Cool wax makes it extremely cold, but dry soil can't nourish ants.
Leading the human housing period, the north wind blows clothes.
The roots are black and rotten, and they don't understand physiology.
If you have a long-term complaint, you will never be able to rely on it.
Wine and flowers are allied, and the flowers leave when they are gone.
Sun Xi was sad alone, and no one believed in beauty.
Wang Wenzhi's "The Papers of Master Yunke Moran" (IV)
Who will dye the pale ink with spring marks and lean on Shi Gen's thin leaves to spread flowers?
The ancient moss in the first hospital has not been swept, and the curtain touches the ground.
At the beginning of spring sleep, I felt myself busy with birds, and Huang Ting was getting longer and longer.
Keep the monk's nose. Where there is no fragrance, it is really fragrant.
After the rain in Xiaochi, I can read Chu Sao in the Red Chamber.
In order to reach more agreements with Youlan, Jianya is still close to Gao Xiang.
Nanhe Chunrui is gorgeous, watching the dinner day and night.
Hand-broken days are like water, and poems are made up before flowers.
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Four Niang, the heroine of Jinling, still smells sweet.
On the breeze, write the resentment of Xiangjiang River and draw the poet's intestines.
Luo Pin "Qiu Lan aragonite"
There are no chrysanthemums in September this year. Laugh if you want to take them.
After painting, I still regret myself, and the pen and flowers end up doing Jiang Yan together.
Kong's "My Nephew of Tussah Solanum" (two songs)
Your orchid is like a beauty, and you don't dazzle yourself with color.
Suddenly a breeze, fragrant, hit the courtyard.
I have a lingering fear when I think of the item.
I am three good friends.
When you wake up in the afternoon, the fragrance disappears.
Guaranteed repair, a roll of Li Sao has been.