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Full of youth, the east wind is used to blowing red. A few cigarettes, only flowers are hard to protect.
Acacia in the dream, so the king. There is no master in spring! Where the cuckoo cries, tears flow in rouge rain.
Complain about love and travel happily.
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Momo tried Luo Shang under the branch.
Butterfly powder fights incense.
The jade wheel flattened the grass,
Red makeup, troubled half face.
The wind is warm at the beginning, the day is long at the beginning, and the trees hang down.
A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of dancing flowers, sunset everywhere.
Broken-hearted businessman
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Autumn leaves are empty, and the plane leaves are swept at night.
Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.
Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering.
After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.
Brahma leads spring to the end of dark night.
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Crows fly away at dusk, and a flower shadow sends them to dusk. Spring does not hinder the heavy door. Say goodbye to March in Jiangnan, where is the dream? Before the new green step, the dust is locked in the air. Shake the clouds with the wind, you don't need a green bamboo wheel. Only on the branches of the phoenix tree, there are still three points left. Affectionate and bold, I'm afraid there will be my hair marks tomorrow night. Looking up at the outside of the building.
Hua ting chun Yu xing Hua
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Light up the Yinchi Pavilion Bridge and make a yuhua tip.
I am so charming and lost when I am slightly cold.
Recalling the past, outside the Qingmen levee, the powder is messy.
The jade face is lonely and reddish, and there is no such feeling tonight.
Classification label: poems describing beautiful flowers
May rain in Jinmen
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Where songbirds crow, they sway for a day to disperse the rain. The eye is flat, and the red tree is broken.
There are countless furnace smoke, only the difficulty of light cold. Suddenly I saw the shadow of flowers in the west building, and it was sunny and urged dusk.
Memories of Ge Qichu in Jiangnan
Year: Ming Author: Wang Shizhen
At the beginning of the song, the sun is half red Soft green stems with plum rain, light yellow shirts against lotus root wind. My home is in the east of Wuhu.
the mid autumn moon
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Mid-autumn moon. Mid-autumn and bright moon. It's too bright. How much do you know about him? Rain or shine.
Let alone rain or shine. Enjoy the wonderful time on earth. Good season. May is an ordinary Mid-Autumn Moon every year.
Bodhisattva Man Outside the Crystal Curtain Juanjuan Moon
Year: Ming Author: Yang Ji
Juanjuan moon outside the crystal curtain, layers of snowflakes on the branches of pear trees.
Flowers and the moon are blurred, and there is no desire to look through the window.
Tonight the moon is bright and the night is dark, and all flowers are white.
Flowers also laugh at Heng E, making him more beautiful in spring.
Huanxisha Shangsi
Year: Ming Author: Yang Ji
The soft green crown is covered with begonia, and the light brown shirt is embroidered with lilacs. Shut up and walk in the green watermelon on the water.
The wind is warm, and there is someone to accompany you. There is nothing to think about for a long time. The water is rushing and the flowers are falling in a hurry.
Like a dream, a grain of sand in the sunset.
Year: Ming Author: Liu Ji
A touch of sand in the sunset, a few idle gulls and grass, a small fishing boat on the black list, shaking autumn water across the river. The wind, the wind, blows into the white apple blossom.