Crossing Huaqing Palace
-Du Mu
Chang 'an looked back and embroidered.
There are thousands of doors open on the top of the mountain.
As soon as I ride the world of mortals and laugh,
No one knows it's litchi.
1 It's four o'clock in spring in Luofu Mountain. Oranges and Myrica rubra are all new. There are 300 lychees a day. I don't hesitate to be a Lingnan person.
Chewing the taste of heaven, smelling the fragrance of different generations, moistening the lotus and producing water, getting frost when it is fresh than orange, swallows sticking to their palms, and nectar and tongue pulp.
When it was raining in the south of the Yangtze River, Huangmei frowned, talked about soup all her life, and rode litchi repeatedly in the world of mortals.
Plums are golden and apricot fat, wheat is white and cauliflower is thin, no one has fallen on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
You are a saint, in charge of the flat peach garden. Wild monkeys change their minds and communicate happily.
The red pearl is really cute, and the white beard is too defensive. Ten years later, I knew who was there, and I planted lychees in court.
Seven people cold orange pomelo, autumn old phoenix tree.
Peaches and dewdrops are planted in the sky, and red apricots are planted on the clouds beside the sun.
Grapes in the clouds of Jacky
The basket is full of round and smooth beads, and the entrance is sweet and cool. If Wen Yuan knew the smell, Lu Hua should not beg for a golden plate.
Song of pomegranate
In autumn, cicadas are singing, locust leaves are yellow, pomegranate is fragrant, and the elderly are worried about the cold cream.
Liu Xia is wrapped in purple parrot millet, and yellow wax paper is wrapped in red room.
The jade carving curling is wet, and your spot seems to make Xiang 'e cry.
Xiao Niang's first marriage is bittersweet and chews thousands of grains of water.
Pumpkin poem
Wu Zuguang
Bitterness and happiness are interlinked, and life is like a dream.
Qiu Guang is infinitely good, but melons always grow red.