A poem praising orchids needs a whole poem, not a poem.

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This is Wang Xiang, and Tuogen is in the empty valley.

Spring blossoms first, and new branches are like a new bath.

Living with kindness is like entering Lan Zhi's room. If you don't smell it for a long time, you will melt with it.

Orchid ode

Graceful flowers, long green leaves, it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.

Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.

local area network

Bees and butterflies have roads, but clouds have no doors.

That is, it is difficult to concentrate on the east wind, and the natural fragrance is there.

Humanized user interface (Human User Interface)

Grass and water are overgrown, and green leaves are half hidden.

Where the breeze blows, there is a piece of tender jade and nine flowers.

Antique of Orchid Poetry

Tang Libai

Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed.

Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn.

First frost early, green dare not rest.

If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?

Broad population spectrum

Qingliu signal

Lansheng Valley is unknown, and I am a guest.

Knowing that clear powder can remove filth, I feel more sympathy for the delicate leaf cream.

The roots are dense, the fragrance is fragrant, and the shrubs are shaded in the afternoon.

If you want to leave me, I'll read the songs of Chu in front of you.

be the same as the above

Tears and dew are messy, including wind shadows.

The layman can understand this, and look at Ye Sheng and flowers.

Yonglan

Yuan Yu Tonglu

There are two or three kinds of hand-cultivated orchids, the warm wind on the first day and the second day.

After sitting for a long time, I didn't know that the fragrance was in the room, and the butterfly flew when I pushed the window.

orchid

Liu Ming Bowen

Lanhuahua, in the empty mountain, can't see the love of beauty, written in the bright window.

You blue flower, He Feifei, the world has been praised by Pei Zi. I want to regard it as Pei Wei, and I am independent of others.

Your orchid, for whom, blooms, dew and cold wind smell old.

Colored orchid

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Green grass, lush, I miss you, and I miss you.

Yingying's leaves are all exposed, as if to crow at people.

orchid

Sun Ming Kehong

There are beautiful women in the empty valley, and suddenly they are lonely.

When the east wind blows, it smells far away.