Burying Flowers is full of flowers and plants (there is another saying that flowers are flying all over the sky). Who pities Hong Xiang? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain. (also full of sadness) I hoed the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with both hands and endured falling flowers again and again. The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening. How long can it be glamorous? Once adrift, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps. I hoe flowers alone and shed tears in the dark, only to find blood on the branches above. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. The strange farmer's ass is twice as depressed, half pity and half chagrin. Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May Nong have wings under his wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
The autumn window is stormy
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long. I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain. Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly, break the autumn window and make Qiu Meng green. I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen. Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted. Whose autumn yard has no wind and autumn window has no rain? Luojiang is intolerant of autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes autumn rain urgent. Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen. Peach blossoms are soft outside the peach curtain, and morning makeup is lazy inside the peach curtain. There are people in the peach blossom curtain outside the curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossom. The east wind intends to open the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at it. The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms. Flowers pity people, flowers are also sad, and the news outside the curtain blows through. The wind blew through the curtains, and the flowers filled the court, and the spring scenery in front of the court was twice as bad. Idle moss courtyard door is empty, railings stand on their own feet. People cry against the east wind, and skirts stand beside peach blossoms. Peach blossom leaves are messy, and flowers bloom in red leaves. The fog wrapped in smoke sealed 10 thousand plants, and the walls of the baking building were blurred with red. The secret is to burn mandarin duck brocade and wake up in spring to move the pillow. The maid's golden basin is flooded, and the fragrance of spring is cold and rouge is reflected. What kind of rouge is brighter? The color of flowers makes people cry. If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, they will flow from long to charming. Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and they are haggard when the flowers dry in spring. The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and flying flowers are easy to get tired at dusk. Spring in Du Yu is over, and the lonely curtains are empty! Five beauties sing the praises of stone, a generation of beauties chase waves, and martial arts miss their children's homes. The effect is not to laugh at the girls in the east village, but to grow old in the west. The concubine was heartbroken. In Feng Xiao at night, she worried and hated her students. Peng Gan is influenced by his age. How can he drink a sword like Chu Zhang? Out of the Han Palace, Fei Ming is absolutely gorgeous and beautiful. Even if the king is light-colored, what kind of painter will he seize power? Examples of green beads and gravel beads are thrown out, but why is Wei Shi so charming? They were all born before the stubborn blessing, and they were more comfortable and lonely. Red stroke is long and men talk about their own state, but beauty is blind. Yang Gong curtains, who is still alive and can't hold her husband?
Tipa's three stunts
Empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes, eyes full of tears, eyes full of tears, eyes full of tears, eyes full of tears, eyes full of tears,
Bai Yong begonia
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul. There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews. Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Chrysanthemum poetry
Rogue poets who sing chrysanthemums invade unconsciously, and the stones around the fence sink. I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin. A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today. I asked Chrysanthemum if she knew the feelings of autumn, and murmured on the east fence: Who is lonely and proud of the world, and the same flower is dying. How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If there is nothing to talk about in the world, why not talk for a while? In autumn, the chrysanthemum dream fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are unclear. To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao. When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset. When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.
Tang Duoling's catkin words
The powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance stays in Yanlou. Each group is paired into a ball. Wandering like a thin life, empty and romantic. Every grass and tree knows sorrow, but youth is bald! Sigh this life, who gives up who gets it? Regardless, go and marry Dong yourself, can you hold yourself back for long?
Apricot curtains are in sight
Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and you can see a villa. Lingbi Fish Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang. One Chun Lv, ten miles of fragrant rice. In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave.
Shiwai Yuan Xian Paibian
Where famous gardens are built, fairyland is not the world of mortals. Add new scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers. Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people. He Xing invites pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car.
Concave Crystal Pavilion Concubine Poems
(Poems by Dai Yu and Xiang Yun) In the middle, autumn and evening of March, I plan to go to Shangyuan for a clear tour. Scattering the sky over the sky, there are many strings everywhere. A few flying lights, who doesn't open the porch. The faint cold wind has cut, and the bright night scene is mysterious. Fighting for cakes mocks yellow hair, and dividing melons into green flowers. The heart is fragrant and jade-like, and the color sword is golden and hairy. Joan's banquet will be a candle, and there will be chaos in the garden. Cao Zun gave an order and listened to three announcements. Dice Ayabeni points, flower drum noisy. Clear light shakes the courtyard, and plain color picks up Kun. Reward and punishment are not divided into subject and object, and poetry is sung in the order of Zhong Kun. When conceiving, lean on the threshold, imitate the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there, which is even more embarrassing. Gradually, I heard that sentence and smiled, leaving traces of snow and frost. Step dew group toward the bacteria, court smoke gathering at dusk. In autumn, the stone pulp rushes and the wind leaves gather. Bao Wu is lonely and clean, and the silver toad spits. The medicine was smashed by the spirit rabbit, and Niu Girl was invited to fight Guanghan and take advantage of it to treat the emperor and grandson. The virtual surplus wheel is not fixed and empty. The leaky kettle will dry up and the flame of the window lamp has fainted. Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul. (Miao Yu continued) Xiang Chuanmai Jinding, fat ice greasy jade pot. Xiao Ceng made a woman cry, and Qian Qian attended to her children. The empty account hangs Wenfeng, and the idle screen hides color. Exposed thick moss is smoother, and frost is heavy and bamboo is hard to touch. You are still wandering in the swamp, but you are still where you are. Strange stones are bound by ghosts, while wooden monsters crouch. The morning light shines and the morning dew shines. There are thousands of birds in the forest and an ape in the valley. How to forget the familiar road, the spring knows the source. Zhongming Cuiqi Temple, where there are chickens crowing in Daoxiang Village. Happy is happy, sad is sad, why? Fang Qing only sends herself, who does she talk to gracefully. The theory of making tea is more detailed.