2 "Fu Degu Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
3 "Xixi on Chuzhou" Tang Wei Wu Ying
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and vegetation is spring. (Du Fu Wang Chun)
Six kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and grass is better than bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming returns to Yuantianju)
7 narrow grass is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. (Tao Yuanming returns to Yuantianju)
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea. (Li Bai and it's hard to walk)
2. The poem describing vegetation is 1. The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi: "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell")
3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
4. But how much love is there in that inch-long grass? Who won the third Spring Festival? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
6. Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of beans. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
7. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. (Tao Yuanming: Returning to the Garden)
8. Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. (Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)
9. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. (Bai Juyi: Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake)
10. The drizzle in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. (Han Yu: "Two Early Spring Poems by Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water")
Willow in poetry
1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique. (Han Xiong's cold food)
2. There is no way to recover from the heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")
I want to get wet with clothes, but I don't feel cold when I blow my face.
4. Weicheng is light in rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei (sending Yuaner to Anxi))
5. Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. (Du Fu: quatrains)
6. Why does Qiangdi blame Yangliu? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci)
7. Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, listen to the song on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: Zhuzhi Ci)
8. Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, and spring willows in the city. (Lu You: "Hairpin Phoenix")
9. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the misty willows of the imperial city. (Han Yu: "Two Poems by Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Resources in Early Spring")
10. Everyone can't help but miss home when they hear the sound of willow trees breaking in this nocturne.
The Tree in Poetry
1. There are many trees and a lot of herbs. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing through the Old Village")
3. Birds perch on trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
Jasper dresses up as a tree and hangs down ten thousand green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi: "Singing Willow")
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Cui Hao: Yellow Crane Tower)
7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. (Liu Yuxi: "The First Meeting of Yangzhou will enjoy Lotte")
8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be clear and soft. (Yang Wanli: Koike)
9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on the west wind and old roads. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Tianjingsha-Qiu Si")
10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu: "Liang Zhu")
3. The complete works of inspirational poems about flowers ~ Song and Zhou Dunyi's Flowers and Plants are very cute.
Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peony very much; Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages! ◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.
◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.
◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan.
Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, this lotus is fresh.
◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate. Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun.
Moving to the fish pond is a great loss. How to frost dew, should be with the canopy.
◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red.
The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.
The ship docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.
◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi gives birth to quiet spring, sunny and fresh. Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke.
Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the flying frost fade. If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi.
◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river.
The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.
◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.
This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.
◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant? Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late.
Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.
◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.
Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.
Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon. It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.
◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. ◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.
◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village.
◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn. Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly.
In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. ◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet.
The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream.
◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.
◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.
◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is blue. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.
How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves.
Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus. ◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back.
Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.
◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.
◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building.
We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook.
The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.
◇ Autumn dusk in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, all the lotus flowers are gone, and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.
I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written. ◇ butterfly lovers, Yan's The First Frost Twist, Wansheng's Disappointment.
Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave.
Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears.
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4. The poem describes that the grass is wet and wet, and the grass hates year after year.
The new grass, visible from a distance, disappears when it is near.
Yan Song is not broken, and the horses are green.
Remember the blue silk dress and pity the grass everywhere.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches, and the grass in the sea is growing.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
The warm wind blows the wheat fragrance on a sunny day, and the green grass wins the flowers.
The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settlement flowers.
Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
Under the boundless sky and on the vast plains, you can see cattle and sheep.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
The grass is green and the water is near, and the head is white.
Toad is glowing, cold soaking exotic flowers and Yao grass.
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season; Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Grateful to the humble grass
Warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers.
The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settled flowers.
5. Poems about flowers and plants 1 I'll come back when there is a holiday on the mountain and it's chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran passes by the old village)
Helpless, let the flowers fall, Yan returns, deja vu. (Huanxisha, Yan Shu)
But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken. (Meng Haoran, Xiao Chun)
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu Wang Chun)
5 Xiao Jian is red and wet, and Jinguan City is heavy. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
My road twists and turns, through a valley covered by branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian, a Buddhist temple behind a broken mountain temple)
grass
1 flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi bid farewell to ancient grass)
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and all the plants are in spring. (Du Fu Wang Chun)
The grass grows by the stream alone, and the orioles sing in the deep trees. (In Xixi, Chuzhou, Wei Wuying)
Five kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and grass is better than bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming returns to Yuantianju)
6 narrow grass is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. (Tao Yuanming returns to Yuantianju)
6. This poem describes the drizzle and wet vegetation. The grass seems to be close to the long grass color every year, but there is no unbreakable swallow song. The horses hissed and remembered the green skirt. Everywhere, they pity the grass to turn green again in spring, but moss has left traces on my friend's prince. What about you? It's green, with grass in the curtain and catkins blowing green branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world, and the endless grass on the plains comes and goes with the seasons.
In wildfires, they are never completely swallowed up; In the spring breeze, they grow taller again; On sunny days, warm wind breeds wheat. When the green grass wins the flowers, the rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the running water winds back to the settlement. It is reported that in the third spring, the wind and grass are blowing, and cattle and sheep are becoming more and more attractive. Shallow grass can't be as green as horseshoe grass, its head is as white as flowers, and the flowers are swaying brightly. Cold-soaked flowers are rambling grass across the plain and come and go with the seasons; Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
But how much love there is in an inch of grass, warm wind gives birth to wheat in sunny days, and green grass wins flowers. The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settled flowers.
7. An inspirational poem about flowers ~ Song and Zhou Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants are both very lovely.
Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peony very much; Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages! ◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.
◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.
◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan.
Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, this lotus is fresh.
◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate. Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun.
Moving to the fish pond is a great loss. How to frost dew, should be with the canopy.
◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red.
The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.
The ship docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.
◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi gives birth to quiet spring, sunny and fresh. Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke.
Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the flying frost fade. If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi.
◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river.
The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.
◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.
This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.
◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant? Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late.
Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.
◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.
Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.
Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon. It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.
◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. ◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.
◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village.
◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn. Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly.
In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. ◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet.
The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream.
◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.
◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.
◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is blue. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.
How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves.
Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus. ◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back.
Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.
◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.
◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building.
We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook.
The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.
◇ Autumn dusk in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, all the lotus flowers are gone, and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.
I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written. ◇ butterfly lovers, Yan's The First Frost Twist, Wansheng's Disappointment.
Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave.
Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears.
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