A butterfly in love with flowers
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall is fragrant. Swing on the wall, on the wall. The laity in the wall, the beauty in the wall. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
spiritual song
Zhang Zhifu wrote Lao Yang Ci, a rhyme.
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole. I don't hate this kind of flower, three parts spring, two parts dust and one part running water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
He xinlang
Smoke flies and flowers dance, no one, Huaiyin turns to noon, and the night is cool and new. Hand-made white round fan, the hand will be like jade for a while. Getting sleepy, sleeping alone and getting ripe. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? Teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music, and waste it for the wind. Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu, wait for the floating flowers to run out, and stay alone with you. Looking closely at a branch of Jia Yan, I feel heavy as a bundle, afraid of being startled by the autumn wind. When Mr. Wang comes, he can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
Ruan Langgui in Early Summer
Green locust, high willow, swallow and new cicada. The wind began to enter the strings. The blue screen window is full of smoke. The sound of chess scares the day and sleeps. After a light rain, Xiao He turned over. Liu Hua is in full bloom. Jade basin hands understand the spring. Zhu Qiong is broken but round.
Huanxisha Chun Qing
The word "Tao" is charming, correct and bitter, but it is not sentimental in Brother Chun's dream, and it will be green in He Chun. The colored rope is light and long, but the swallow, the red window, can't sleep, and doesn't smell the warbler. The sleepy weather is approaching Qingming.
Jiangchengzi
On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we meet, we should not know: the face is covered with dust and the temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and Xiao Xuan window was dressing up, caring for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
Huanxisha
Thousands of miles of wind and waves don't remember Su, and there are thousands of cars in the snow. But it's full. I'm sorry. The green sleeves tilt in the wind. Red lips make rotten cherry beads. Your majesty, ah, pliers and cream whiskers.
Plum blossom in Xijiang river
Jade bone's sad fog and ice pose has its own fairy wind. The sea fairy hangs her green hair upside down when she sends out a fragrant cluster. Plain noodles are often too pink, and the lips are not red when washing makeup. The high sentiment has vanished, and I don't dream with Lihua.
Subtract Mulan
On the evening of February 15, Zhao and I had a drink in the Xingguang Hall.
In the spring pavilion, the fragrant mash dances in the afternoon. Walking around the cloister, the plum blossoms are half falling. Light smoke and light fog, how can it be a place for teenagers to play? Unlike Qiu Guang. Only take pictures with people who are far away from you.
Jiangchengzi
On the lake, it is the same as Zhang Xian's.
It's raining in Fenghuang Mountain, Chu Qing. The water is clear and the setting sun is bright. A hibiscus, the past is still ying ying. Where did the double egrets fly? If interested, Mupingting suddenly heard that there was mourning Zheng on the river. Bitter and affectionate, who will listen? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.
Youth travel runzhou building
It was sent to Yuhangmen for a long time last year, like flying snow. At the end of spring this year, flowers are blooming like snow, and my home is still not seen. Invite the bright moon to the wine curtain, and the wind will penetrate the screen window. Just as da ji pitied Shuang Yan. Take a clear picture and draw a diagonal beam.