[Peony]
Pei Shuo's Complete Poems of Tang Dynasty
A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful. I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.
This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring. Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
[Send an old friend to Xinping]
Huai Chu's Complete Poems of Tang Dynasty
I often hear Cang Geng miss his old friend and dream of his career because of butterflies. More than a thousand miles of rivers connect this country.
Thirty-six peaks are cold. The Silver Island is directly divided into Dongguo Goose, and the Sunshine Building is high into Shangyang Crow.
Jiang Yuan Temple bid you farewell to the north, and you should laugh at the cold and sadness.
[feeling]:
Miracle's Complete Poems of Tang Dynasty
Tribal tiger pillow butterfly dream, leisurely sleep after fame and dust.
Infinite things happened in today's Ming dynasty, and limited life died.
Finally, I will be in the same cave with the fox, and I will cultivate the spirit of turtle and crane.
Poor Yanzi can get the news, but it's true to sit in an empty room and forget her heart.
[Ruan Langgui]
Feng Yansi's Complete Poems of Tang Dynasty
It's halfway through the spring in Nanyuan, and the wind smells like Ma Si.
Green plums are like bean willows, and butterflies fly every day. .
Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down.
Swing grass and trap clothes, draw beams and live in Shuang Yan.
[Mountain Man Persuades Wine]
Li Bai, the author of Tang poetry
Yun Song, a pale city, is full of brilliance.
Who is the spring breeze for? Butterflies are suddenly covered with grass.
Show your eyebrows, frost and snow, peach blossoms, and green bones.
Qin called him a hermit and advised him to drink and have fun.
Keeping the ambition of elk, shame must be shared with Long Hudou.
Hanwang was surprised when he helped the prince.
Gu said, madam qi, Peter Weng has become a treasure.
Going back to the foot of Shangshan is so heartless.
There is no clear reason to wash your ears.
Hogg looked at Song Yue, his spirit still tilted.
Xiang he ge ci Jiangnan qu
Li He's Complete Poems of Tang Dynasty
Bai, go home by car.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
If the glass is exposed, the jade is empty.
Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Qingyu case
Wu Wenying's wonderful words
Short pavilion fragrant grass long pavilion willow, peach leaves, wild goose mouth. Today, Jiangcun is heavily loaded with wine, and the residual cup is not as good as the red grave.
Spring embroidery is everywhere.
Cui Yin once picked the plum branches and smelled them, and also remembered the jade onion hands on the swing. Red rope is tired, spring goes and spring comes, wild roses fall and butterflies return.
The powder is thin and the fragrance is thin.
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Linjiang Xian and Nanjian Yun
Xin Qiji, the author of Song Ci.
Wind and rain make spring cold and food close, and the plain is danqing. The stream calls for walking through the willows. Flowers are flying and butterflies are flying, and mulberry is tender and wild.
Mr. Greenfield is idle, but he is named after poetry and wine. It will clear up tomorrow. I was drunk tonight, but I laughed.
Everybody wake up.
Qingming day versus JIU
Gaozhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Song of Chang Gan
Lipper
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Song of Chang Gan
Lipper
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
I became your wife at the age of fourteen, and you are still ashamed.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
Then, when I was sixteen, you embarked on a long journey.
Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
From the south wind in May, Sijun was in Baling.
The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward.
How about sadness? Look less and stay more.
When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent.
Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians.
Beike is really a prince, and Zhu Yi is all over the river.
I came to stay at dusk and refused to go east several times.
Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong.
Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping.
Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach and plum.
As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.
butterfly
Don
Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.
butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the smell is heavy. Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
Pimp a butterfly
Tang Wen Ting Yun
The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned.
The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.
Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.
It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?
two butterflies
Tang xuqiu
The ethereal caterpillar is slightly shelled and can't bear the misty rain.
A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.
Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.
Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.
Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.
I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.
The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long
The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.
Three butterflies
Tang xuqiu
Moths in cocoons are not difficult, but flowers must pass by.
The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.
Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.
Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.
There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.
Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?
Cold bee picking chrysanthemums
Tang gengkun
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.
Inlaid harp
Don
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Tijinhua
Tang rongyu
It takes two years to buy hibiscus plants with your own money.
The bright red is not seen by the beauty, but the butterfly tries to know it early.
spring
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I feel that the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild Meishan apricot is dark and fragrant.
On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.
The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul.
The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.
See the rain on the boat
Don Dai Shulun
At the beginning of the rain tonight, Du Ruoqing is in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.
Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.
Jianghang
Don Yu Xuan Ji
The great river embraces Wuchang oblique, and there are thousands of households in Parrot Island.
It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.
I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.
There is a real mother's grave.
Tangzhanghu
The Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.
The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
peony
Tang peishuo
A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful.
I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.
This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.
Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
Begonia
Tangzhenggu
Spring breeze is intended to be even in color and can be sold with poems and songs.
It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.
Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.
I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.
Zhuhe Liu Yun
Don
Bai, go home by car.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
The glass is full of dew and empty.
Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Send dou bing Cao
Tangli section
Pears bloom all over the garden, and girls wear robes. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.
The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.