The soul of the basin with limited door and chanting white begonia is dim
Exploring spring
The setting sun is cold and the grass is heavy on the door, and the moss is green and covers the basin after the rain.
Jade is the spirit that is hard to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that makes people ecstasy easily.
The heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the moon in the third night.
It is not said that the immortal can become an immortal. , I sing the dusk with my passion.
Baochai
Treasuring her beauty, she keeps the door closed during the day, holding hands with the urn and filling the moss basin.
The rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps. , Ice and snow attract dew and build up the soul.
You will know that the flowers are more beautiful when they are very light, how can you get jade without a trace if you are sad.
To repay the white emperor for his cleanliness, Tingting is silent and the sun is dim again. .
Baoyu
The autumn face reflects lightly on the double door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow.
Taizhen ice makes a shadow when I get out of the bath, and I hold the heart in my heart. Jade is the soul.
The dawn breeze does not dissipate thousands of sorrows, and the late rain adds a trace of tears.
Leaning alone on the painting railing if you want, the anvil and the flute will send you to the evening. Daiyu
The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth jade and used as a basin.
Stealing three-quarters of the pistil white, borrowing a wisp of the soul of the plum blossom.
< p>The fairy in the Moon Cave sews her silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry.Shy and silent, she complains to someone, tired of leaning against the west wind and has fainted at night.
Xiangyun
First one
The gods came to the capital yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade.
Shuang'e prefers the cold, and it is not Guan Qiannu who has left her soul.
The autumn clouds bring out the snow, and the rain stains add traces of the night.
But I like that the poet is not tired of singing, how can I spend the morning and dusk in loneliness.
Second
p>The Hengzhi steps lead to the Luo Xue door, which is suitable for wall corners and basins.
It is difficult to find a mate because flowers like to be clean, and it is easy for people to lose their souls when they are sad for autumn.
Jade The candles dripped tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain broke through the mid-moon mark.
I wanted to complain to Chang'e, but I had no choice but to see the empty corridor in the dark night.
Chrysanthemum Poetry
Recalling Chrysanthemums - Hengwujun
Looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, When the red polygonum and reeds are white and the heart is broken.
The empty fence and the old garden have no traces of autumn, and the thin moon and clear frost are full of knowledge in dreams.
Thinking of my heart and returning to the wild goose, I sit alone and listen to the late anvils.
Who takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease, and comforts me with the words that I will see you again during the Double Ninth Festival.
Plant chrysanthemums. - Mr. Yihong
I brought my hoe to the autumn garden and planted it beside the fence in front of the courtyard.
It rained unexpectedly last night, but today I am still happy to see the frost bloom.
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Thousands of poems about autumn colors are sung in the cold, and a glass of cold-scented wine is drunk.
The springs are irrigated and the mud seals are diligently protected, so that the wells are clear of dust.
Offering chrysanthemums -Old Friends of Zhenxia
It is a joy to play the piano and drink wine, and several tables are decorated with Tingting.
The incense sticks are exposed in three paths across the seats, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent and brings new dreams, and the cold and setting sun brings back memories of old travels.
The pride of the world is also due to the same smell, and the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums.
Painting Chrysanthemums - Heng Wujun
I don’t know how to be mad when I write poems, how can it be a waste of time in painting?
The leaves are splashed with thousands of ink, and the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
The light and dense fragrance meets the wind, and escapes the autumn-born fragrance at the bottom of the wrist.
Don’t forget to pick flowers at the east fence, stick to the screen and chat to comfort the Double Ninth Festival.
Hairpin Chrysanthemum - Banana Guests
The vase is used to plant fences day by day, and it is hard to recognize the makeup in the mirror.
The young master of Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
The short temples are cold and stained with three-path dew, and the fragrance of kudzu is stained with nine autumn frosts.
High emotions are not in the eyes of the times, and you clap your hands and laugh at the roadside.
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The autumn sleep by the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable.
Ascending to immortality is not to admire the village and produce butterflies. Reminiscing about the past is still looking for Tao Lingmeng.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose. When I wake up, I am annoyed by the cries of crickets.
When I wake up, I complain to whom, the decaying grass and cold smoke are endless. Visiting Ju - Mr. Yihong
Leisure Take advantage of the frost and clear weather to take a trip, and don’t leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded.
Whose family is planting it under the moon before the frost, and where is the worry outside the threshold and by the fence.
The wax clogs come from afar and are loved. The cold chanting is not full of joy.
If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don't bear the burden of hanging the head of the staff now.
To the chrysanthemum - an old friend of Zhenxia
The farewell garden moves It is more precious than gold, one bush is light and the other is deep.
Sitting on the edge of a sparse fence, holding one's knees and chanting in the cold fragrance.
After counting, there is no king who is proud of the world. It seems that I am the only one who knows my friend.
The autumn light is fleeting and I should not let you down. It is better to cherish the shade.
Yong Ju - Xiaoxiang Concubine
The rogue poetry demon invades at dusk and bypasses the fence. The sound of the stone is silent.
The writing is beautiful and frosty, and the mouth is full of fragrance and sings to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, who can explain the autumn heart in a few words.< /p>
Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, the eternal high wind has spoken to the present.
Wenju - Xiaoxiang Concubine
If you want to know about the love of autumn, no one knows, so you murmur with your hands behind your back. Knocking on the east fence.
Who is hidden in the lonely and proud world? How late is the flower blooming?
How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? Can the cricket be sick of returning to lovesickness?
Don't talk about people who have nothing to talk about in the world, why not explain it in a few words.
Ju Ying-Old friend of Zhenxia
The autumn light overlaps one after another, and the potential sneaks into the three paths. .
The sparse lamps in the window depict the far and near, and the moonlight locks are broken through the fence.
The cold fragrance leaves the soul, and the frost seal conveys the spirit, but the dream is empty.
Treasure the subtle fragrance and don’t step on it. No matter who is drunk, the eyes will be dim.
The remaining chrysanthemums and bananas are leaving the guests
The dew and frost are gradually falling, and the feast has just passed the light snow.
p>The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, and the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves.
Half the moon is falling, and the cicadas are sick, and thousands of miles of cold clouds and wild geese are late.
The autumn wind of the next year We know we'll meet again, so don't miss us when we break up for the time being.
Yong Liu
Ru Meng Ling - Xiangyun
How can it be that the embroidered velvet is left to vomit, and the fragrant mist rolls up half the curtain? , picked up by oneself with delicate hands, the air makes the cuckoo sing and the swallows are jealous. Stay, stay! Don’t let the spring light go away.
西江月-宝奇
The Han Garden is limited in sporadic areas, Sui Dynasty The embankments are decorated endlessly. The cause of spring is in the east wind, and the bright moon and plum blossoms are a dream.
Whose fragrant snow curtains are in the red courtyards? It is generally the same in the south and north of the Yangtze River, but people hate it so much!
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