Yiju
What do you think of the west wind? I will never forget the time when wheatgrass was merciful.
Looking at new guests quietly, quietly elegant and comforting old friends.
Go to the north to complain, and come to the south to return to the geese.
Bing Xin is possessed by a flower soul, so there should be some time for two people to meet.
(2) visiting chrysanthemums
In autumn, I swim alone in Nanshan, and the dream scene stays here.
Out of the dust, it is more beautiful and noble than the pure lotus rhyme.
Who said that the heart locks the hedge, but I know that those in power play the golden autumn.
The mountain wind also envies the distant feelings, and the cold is heavy.
(3) Planting chrysanthemums
The blue sky is floating, the young plants are moving slowly, sowing love.
It is drizzling in late spring, and the garden is full of flowers in autumn and September.
Laughter is a hundred flowers in the sky, and a cup of tea in the world of mortals is faint.
When it snows all over the sky, it leaves quietly and turns to dust.
(4) Chrysanthemum
There are flowers everywhere and there are guests in the garden.
Tea adds fragrance to the western window scissors, and Jinse sings acacia for no reason.
The faint fragrance floats and the white clouds are faint.
I will return to Dawn and first frost, and fly with me to spend time.
(5) Chrysanthemum donation
The slowly opening lotus flowers are all over the garden, and the purple chrysanthemums with dewdrops are elegant and quiet.
Pick a small rhyme with a plain hand, and offer three points of autumn with an empty bottle.
Swallows in the sky spread new news, and they were lonely and nostalgic before the case.
Affectionate is always mercilessly mistaken, and the fragrance is elegant.
(6) chanting chrysanthemums
Not afraid of frost and dew, Bing Xin is just a grateful friend.
Mountains and rivers are melodious, autumn leaves and autumn winds accompany the moon.
Proud as a branch, full of flowers.
Who said Jin Ju has a short flowering period? Now it's all a dream.
(7) draw chrysanthemums
I don't know how crazy it is to write poetry before respecting others, but it's hard to consider an elegant soul.
Brush your eyes before flowers, and splash ink on the case to dye autumn cream.
Affection disappears with the wind, and a relaxed heart returns with flowers.
It is difficult for the world of mortals to leave a fragrant soul, but love grows with the setting sun.
(8) Ask Chrysanthemum
Autumn rhyme and autumn sentiment are hard to know. Visiting Jin Ju is in Dongli.
How do you say till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon is early? What's the point of cutting the water too late?
Ao Shuang fights cold, which is lonely? Who cares about lovesickness when writing poetry?
If you ask the flower room, when will I hold your hand?
(9) Praise drama
Rizhao Dongli is busy everywhere, and green leaves and yellow flowers dress up as red makeup.
How beautiful my concubine is among the flowers, and her heart is crazy at the window.
It is fiercer than the fire in July and more elegant than the frost in September.
I have a chrysanthemum in my hand, and I tend to put it in my ear.
(10) Juying
Autumn, frost soaking cold, evening breeze blowing chrysanthemum dream.
The flowers are swaying and the shadows are clear, and the Yue Hui locks exquisitely.
Incense stays in the world and the soul returns to the distance, but tears shed on the world of mortals and dreams become empty.
The bright moon is also broken, and it is hazy out of thin air.
(1 1) Chrysanthemum Dream
The frost is heavy and the wind is clear, and the moonlight shines on the chrysanthemum heart.
Yi Xue is a butterfly in a flower, and the soul is a stone.
Hidden moon sighs, mirror flowers break sorrow.
Who is complaining with a cavity of grief and indignation? Baiyun has been in love for thousands of years.
(12) endgame
Autumn fragrance is fading, who will stop the flowers and thank the light snow?
I am indifferent to feelings, and there are no leaves on the branches.
An empty pillow becomes a heart disease, and a thousand clouds send flowers at night.
The blooming seasons will meet again in the past year, and the moon and the breeze will say acacia.