Poems about butterflies and peonies. Ancient poems about butterflies
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.
Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come 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.
2. Butterfly's beautiful poems
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
Du Fu Li Shangyin's "Jinse", I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each flower-like string is the interval of youth. 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. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Mountain to sea, China to Song. Four mountains vs three fairs.
Palace flowers against forbidden willows, stuffed geese against dragon generals. Summer Palace, Guanghan Palace.
Picking up green is the topic. Zhuang Zhoumeng becomes a butterfly, and Lv Wang flies a bear.
The wind stops in the north, the fan stops in summer, and the curtains in the south bask in the sun, saving the winter sun. Crane dance floor, the jade emperor can be immortal; On Fengxiang stage, the purple flute blows away the beauty wind.
The butterfly dream in front of the pillow is upside down, and the apricot branches are hazy. Ask Tianya, what's the matter, think about parting.
With a cry, the intestines are knotted. Outside Ling Min, Jiangnan is a strange place.
Willow is on the long embankment, and the green belt can be folded. The town reminds me thousands of times every day, and only one sentence is often said.
It's better to go home than to go home. He Zhu negative word Magnolia Leng Xiang floating, hope to have a dream butterfly.
When the morning comes, my eyes shine, and I'm afraid I'll see the condensation and warmth gradually melt. The drum urges the song to send, and the fragrant wine is for whom to honor.
The lonely wall is east, the door covers the dusk, and the courtyard is full of wind. When Ouyang Xiu, Ruan Langchun returned to Nanyuan for an outing, the smell of wind and peace was like green plums like beans and willows, butterflies were flying all day long, flowers were blooming again, the smoke was low, people hung curtains, and they had no intention to undress, painting beams in Shuang Yan, and butterflies were flying 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.
Zhang Hu's dance is a dream butterfly, and Xie's song is Shrike Flying. 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. Looking for flowers alone by the Tanghe River. Du Fu's maiden is full of flowers, but a thousand flowers are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Topic Chrysanthemum-Huang Chao in Tang Dynasty is full of west wind, and cold butterflies are hard to come.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Yang Wanli, Xugongdian in Xincheng, has a narrow hedge and the flowers on the tree head have not turned cloudy.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. To Miao Fayuan, Tang Zuyong and Zhu Hu, a high door was opened, and the green trees blocked the light from falling.
Eight dragons ride to celebrate the weight, and three tigers return to the DPRK. It's rare to sit on a bamboo and be silent.
Flower shame Pan Yuemao, called old age. The leaves are dark and the cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and the butterfly flies.
We should sympathize with Lu Ru's cheapness, which is contrary to the old mountain. Qingming period: Song Author: Gao Zhu Style: There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south of Qilv, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different.
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. Drunk peach garden era: Tang Author: Style: word South Garden spring outing, got wind of it.
Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day. Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down.
Swing the grass and trap Luo Yi, and draw the beam and return to Shuang Yan. Nangezi Year: Song Author: Genre: Word cloud blows over the mountainside, and the wind blows raindrops.
Pastoral benefits include a pool terrace. Remember the season of meeting, remember the flowering of begonia.
Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks have media. Two or three cups of Tibetan hooks.
Tomorrow, the water will be sandy and the first air will come back. Year of Man: Song Author: Genre: The word Butterfly Dream Soul, the life experience of Banana, how many people get Pang Mei.
Very satisfied, talents are ancient and modern. Day after day, three companies, wings of Mo Peng, Kunchi, Ceng Hua.
In the shade of the tree, I am deeply ashamed, so I dare to be an Iraqi. Flying geese, fighting for wings, candle in the north gate, silk in the west.
Fortunately, I returned to half my life, and the garden road was treated first. Fishermen can't sing the woodcutter's songs, but Yan Ying will say that he is known to people.
Edit the history of flowers, repair thousands of acres and plant domes. Qingping Music Age: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Word Peach Root Peach Leaf.
A tree is associated with fragrance. Spring comes to Jiangnan in March and February.
Lost the butterfly. Step on green watermelon with your heart.
Flowers bloom in front of the wind. Gardenia with my heart, I quote you a hundred petals.
Year: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Words break cicadas and high willows set the sun. It's drizzling late.
Green sandalwood is scarlet. Apricot butterfly, small screen.
Spring mountains overlap and autumn waves slow down. Clean the broken needle and thread.
Fall into the charming Tan Lang. There is nothing like throwing lotus seeds at mandarin ducks.
Jade Butterfly Age: Song Author: Lu You Genre: Tired of words, staying at the guest's place, whipping, releasing Xiaoxiang. What year is this? It's Gao Tang for Song Yu.
Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The end of darkness.
Swallows are ashamed and jealous, and butterflies are busy around bees. unforgettable
The fragrant bottle is diligent, the cold is new, and the jade leaks for a long time. How much affection, only worry about the invasion of the corridor.
Ask with a smile when you want to go back. When I approached, the Prime Minister flew into a rage. Break someone's intestines.
Give me a vacation and spare time to get on the horse. Minus word Magnolia Year: Song Author: genre: word cangue flower "Liu".
I know Dong Jun has been paying attention for a long time. Green and red.
The haggard is due to a night wind. A flirtatious butterfly.
I'm afraid to support my heart. Don't leave your cloak.
If you don't sue Dong Jun, who will you sue?
3. Are there any poems about butterflies?
Butterfly flies to the Tang Dynasty and Five Dynasties-Li He
The clouds in Huayang in spring are very hot.
The tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
Master butterfly flies west,
The white knight came back today.
Teasing sequence
Hu Die, Hu Die,
Fly to the golden branches and jade leaves.
In front of you, dancing in the spring breeze,
Peach trees in Venice are red.
Mangrove, mangrove,
Yan Yu warbler crows at dusk.
Source:
China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Wang Jian
Lv Zugao of Pujiang wrote the poem "On Sishan Road": "Pink Huang Die hedges, and people hang wine flags on the hills. The drizzle makes the sleeves thin, and the guest knows that it is a chrysanthemum.
Sorrow is like a squid, always knowing the night, laziness is busy with butterflies for spring.
There is still participation in a person's visit to Shanjia. The hut is diagonally separated by pine leaves. The host didn't open the door when he heard this, and flew to Huang Die around the hedgerow potherb. -Sun Tzu Zuo Fu's "Looking for a Mountain Residence"
Huang Ji said a literati poem: "Du Fu's throat is cold, and Hua Meng Xiang."
butterfly
The first butterfly in spring
Orange and purple.
Fly briskly across my road
A flying flower
What changed my life?
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Source:
Appendix-Selected readings of foreign literature-Selected readings of world famous poems-Canada-Michael Brock
4. What are the poems describing peony?
Peony Square Author Bai Juyi Tang Peony Square, Peony Square and Golden Flower Ruby Room.
A thousand pieces of red Xia Ying rot, and a hundred crimson lights are bright. According to the ground, the Jinxiu Festival opens at the beginning, when the wind doesn't knot the blue musk deer sac.
Fairy trees are white and colorless, and the peach blossoms of the Queen Mother are small and not fragrant. Dewdrops are purple, and the morning glow is red.
There are shades of red and purple, and the back is always very low Ying Ye is sentimental and ashamed, and lying in the flowers is hard to make up.
Doubt covers your mouth, resentment and low charming smile, such as heartbroken. Rich and expensive multimedia messages are colorful and colorful, which is unparalleled.
Dianthus money is fine, and hibiscus peony is bitter. So the princes and nobles swam across the corolla face to face.
The car is soft and expensive, the princess is fragrant, and the shirt is thin. Gong Wei's house is quietly closed in the East Courtyard, and Ximing Temple is deeply open in the North Gallery.
Play butterfly and double dance to see people for a long time, and the residual warbler is in Changchun. * * * I'm worried about staying in the sun, but the curtains are still hanging in the shade.
Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city are crazy. It runs in the family, quality is better than quality, and Zhong Hua's heart is not heavy.
Zhong Hua has been to Peony Square, and its arrival is not today. Yuan, worried about farming and mulberry, was moved by heaven.
Last year, Jiahe gave birth to nine ears, and Tanaka was lonely. This year, Ruimai is divided into two parts, and no one knows your heart.
No one knows, but sighs. I would like to seek the power of nature for the time being to reduce the enchanting color of peony.
Pay less attention to the Qing people's love for flowers, like my husband is worried about crops. Peony is fragrant, peony is fragrant, and there are golden flowers in Redjade's greenhouse. Thousands of petals are as bright as crimson clouds, and flowers are as bright as crimson candles.
Shining on the ground, it just unfolds a brilliant figure, fragrant in the wind, but without the sachet of the blue musk deer. The fairy's cherry tree is pale and colorless, and the peach blossom of the Queen Mother is small and not fragrant.
Dew infiltration, purple light shining, morning light shining, red light releasing; The colors of red and purple show different colors, which are as low as the back and change into countless shapes. Lying feebly among the flowers, the drunken body reflects the flowers and leaves affectionately, hiding a shy face.
A charming smile, as if trying to cover up the corners of the mouth, tells the long feelings, as if it were heartbreaking. If you say that your beauty is expensive and there are many flowers and plants, where can you compete for beauty?
Dianthus, money, of course, is very small, hibiscus and peony are just so ordinary. As a result, princes and nobles were inspired to watch; There are also aristocratic princesses with soft cars and noble families with fine shirts and horses.
The silent Gong Weifu closed the East Courtyard, and the deep Ximing Temple opened the North Gallery. The two butterfly dancers accompanied the spectators with great interest, and the residual warbler struggled to retain the spring scenery.
Worried that the sunlight would damage the charming figure of E799Be5BaA6E997AEE7ad943133431346335, I put up curtains to cover the shade. Flowers bloom and fall, and for twenty days, the whole city is like crazy.
After three generations, literary talent is better than substance, and most people are Zhong Hua rather than reality; It was a long time ago that Zhong Hua began to pay attention to the peony wheatgrass, not today. Emperor Yuanhe was very concerned about agriculture and mulberry trees. Because of his sympathy for the people, this is auspicious in heaven.
Last year's Jiahe grew nine ears, and Tanaka was very lonely, and no one paid attention. This year's wheat is divided into two branches, but no one knows them. Only the son of heaven feels happy and lucky, and no one cares. It's really a sigh. I want to master the Lord of nature for the time being.
Reduce the enchanting color of peony, cool the mood of ladies-in-waiting who love flowers, and care about agricultural production like the emperor, and the people will be happy. Second, Bai Mudan, the residence of Pei Jiashi (Pei Kui's poem), the author of Tang Dynasty in Chang 'an Lulun, is so expensive that he cherishes the last spring and strives to play with the purple peony in the west of the street.
Another Bai Mudan looks like a jade plate, but no one wants to see it in the moonlight. The rich people in Chang 'an lament that spring will be destroyed and compete to see the purple peony in the west of the street.
Another Bai Mudan, like Coody Leng, holds a jade plate, but no one wants to enjoy it in the moonlight. Third, Chen Chao, the author of Peony Pavilion, has been in Xiu Yuan for ten years.
Years have made me old. Today, I am alone, wandering on the green pier by the spring breeze stream and enjoying the blooming peony. It has been ten years since the iron hoof of the Golden Man crushed the rivers and mountains of the motherland. Looking back at my hometown Luoyang, it's a long way.
Years have made me old, wandering by the Qingdun River. I am alone, enjoying the blooming peony in the warm spring breeze. Fourth, I cherish Bai Juyi's "Red Peony before the Tang Dynasty", and there are only two branches left in the later life.
I think all the flowers should be blown away when the wind blows tomorrow morning. At night, I pity these weak but red flowers and take a torch to see the peony. Lonely red to rain, scattered with the wind.
Enigmatic was still disappointed when he landed, not to mention falling into the mud. Looking sadly at the red peony in front of the steps, as night falls, only two residual flowers are still in bloom.
It is expected that all the flowers will be blown away when there is a strong wind tomorrow morning. At night, I felt sorry for these weak but red flowers and took a flashlight to see the peony flowers. In the late spring, the cold rain is bleak, the peony calyx hangs low, and the petals fall and scatter with the wind. No one cares about her lonely and desolate situation anymore.
Even in the mysterious weather, the residual flowers will still feel melancholy when they fall to the ground, what's more, it is even more terrible to fall into the mud and rotten soil in the wind and rain. Five, the peony author Liu Yuxi's "Peony Demon" was unqualified before the Tang Dynasty court. The pond was full of lotus flowers and there was no affection at all.
Only the peony is the real beauty, which attracted countless people to appreciate at the flowering stage and alarmed the whole Chang 'an City. The peony flowers in the yard are gorgeous, but the style is not high; The lotus on the surface of the pool is bright and clean, but it lacks enthusiasm.
Only the peony flower is the real national color and the most beautiful flower. When the flowers bloom, their grand occasion sensationalized the whole capital.
5. Peony Poetry
Li Bai, a famous flower in the Tang Dynasty, fell in love with the country and was often laughed at by the king.
Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the north chair railing of the agarwood pavilion. Peony Tang Fang Bai Juyi Peony Square, Peony Square and Golden Flower Ruby Room.
A thousand pieces of red Xia Ying rot, and a hundred crimson lights are bright. According to the ground, the Jinxiu Festival opens at the beginning, when the wind doesn't knot the blue musk deer sac.
Fairy trees are white and colorless, and the peach blossoms of the Queen Mother are small and not fragrant. Dewdrops are purple, and the morning glow is red.
There are shades of red and purple, and the back is always very low Ying Ye is sentimental and ashamed, and lying in the flowers is hard to make up.
Doubt covers your mouth, resentment and low charming smile, such as heartbroken. Your MMS is wonderful, and the flowers are so messy.
Dianthus money is fine, and hibiscus peony is bitter. So the princes and nobles swam across the corolla face to face.
The car is soft and expensive, the princess is fragrant, and the shirt is thin. Gong Wei's house is quietly closed in the East Courtyard, and Ximing Temple is deeply open in the North Gallery.
Play butterfly and double dance to see people for a long time, and the residual warbler is in Changchun. I'm afraid it's hard to stay in the sun, but my tent is still hanging in the shade.
Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city are crazy. Three generations of literature is better than quality, but Zhong Hua is not loyal.
Zhong Hua has been to Peony Square, and its arrival is not today. Yuan, worried about farming and mulberry, was moved by heaven.
Last year, Jiahe gave birth to nine ears, and Tanaka was lonely. This year, Ruimai is divided into two factions, and no one knows your heart.
No one knows, only sigh! I would like to seek the power of nature for the time being to reduce the enchanting color of peony. Pay less attention to the Qing people's love for flowers, like my husband is worried about crops.
Cherish peony flowers, two poems by Tang Bai Juyi, and a red peony in front of the stage, leaving only two branches late. I think all the flowers should be blown away when the wind blows tomorrow morning. At night, I pity these weak but red flowers and take a torch to see the peony.
Lonely red to rain, scattered with the wind. Enigmatic was still disappointed when he landed, not to mention falling into the mud.
Second, the lonely diamond red is low to the south and drifts with the wind. Enigmatic was still disappointed when he landed, not to mention falling into the mud.
Wang Wei, a red peony in the Tang Dynasty, is green and gorgeous, carefree and quiet, and her red dress is shallow and deep. In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts?
Appreciate peony. The peony demon in front of the court in Yuxi, Liu Tang is unqualified, and the lotus in the pool is less affectionate. Only peony is the real national color, and it will move the capital as soon as it opens.
Bai Mudan Zhuang boudoir should not envy the woman with new make-up, but must be ashamed of the unknown FuFenLang. Last night, the moon was as bright as water, and it was fragrant when you got started.
Peony Stone Poem Tang Li Zhengfeng's national color is prosperous, the wine is fragrant, the clothes are dyed at night, Dan Jing is drunk in spring, and the moon asks the return date. Peony, the best thing in this city, who doesn't love it? It is suspected that Luochuan goddess did it and tried every means to break the morning glow.
The flowers in the auspicious temple are about to fall out, which shows that in ancient times, Su Shi of the Song Dynasty cut them skillfully this year, and his affection is only waiting for your arrival. If you hate flowers without words, you are afraid that they will not bloom next year.
Peony sings the Song Dynasty, and the peony flowers in Shao Yong and are all fragrant, and they are kings during the period. Four colors become Baise, and all colors are fragrant.
Hu Wuping bequeathed a plate of peony. Mei lived in Luoyang in the Song Dynasty and saw all the famous garden flowers. Bamboo shadow Shui Ying, rosy clouds shine.
Good relationships are endless. Today, I am still an old man, but my hair is not beautiful.
I went to the lake yesterday, and the clear water covered the buds. This situation is quite satisfactory, and it is not the first time for a thin official.
See pity and pick spring flowers in the rain. Although there is no happy direction, Huihao still knows.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, Lv Zugao (1 song) gave peony to three criminals in Jin, Yuan and Chun Dynasties. Red disappears and green rises, but lazy warbler is busy.
It's raining, the sun is shining, and the bead curtain is hanging high. The fairy smiled.
Half awake and half drunk, colorful Xiong Fei is everywhere. Jasper Gan Lan, beautiful building curtain, agarwood courtyard.
My old opinion on Luoyang scroll. In the depths of Tianxiang, I still recognize that delicate face.
The fog is hazy, and I hear the cutting of the leading edge. Love is high and meaning is far.
Afraid of easy, the breeze blows away. What's wrong with smiling The silver platform turns into wax, and the copper pot urges the arrow.
Chu Gongchun is a palace without flower lenses. In the Southern Song Dynasty, the fragrance greeted the white, and the smoke filled the golden valley. Tired of leaning on the diaphragm, speechless and affectionate.
Clouds make Yao's room warm, embroidered curtains, and the east wind blows all over the country. Half-twisted sorrow is red, nostalgia for the past, condensation in Lanqiao, Luan Rui low dance court green.
I still miss the north of Chenxiang Temple. Fang Bi once wrote a new song when people were drunk.
Self-cutting dew marks, moving to the Chinese residence in spring. The screen is silent, and the warbler peeps at the butterfly lodge.
Crimson wax is bright, the wine is half stopped, the machine is rewinded, and the drunkenness is brilliant. Xie Guanwen, Wang Shangshu, returned to Xijing Peony Song Ouyang Xiu, and the capital was frivolous and chivalrous.
. Struggle for Zhu Yan's youth and be willing to comfort her white hair? The good deeds and customs in history have pity on me and little bitterness. Give Luoyang a plate full of flowers and compete for red and purple.
The distance between Beijing and Beijing is 500 miles, so it is difficult to get there in a few days. Rosewood powder is fragrant, but the red buds of green calyx are still exposed.
It is said that I have tasted Luoyang, and I have dabbled in this flower. Looking back, when Jinshi first joined the company, he began to obey the orders of officials.
Henan officials are all virtuous and handsome, and Luocheng is connected. At that time, I was only in my twenties, and every time I bloom, I look like a butterfly.
Yao Huang Wei Zi wears cymbals and splashes ink to hide green leaves. After the crane feather adds color, besides, Yan is still a concubine.
I don't think it's been 30 years, and the years are like ripe sheep shoulders. Ruthless vegetation does not change color, so it is difficult to self-destruct.
Although I have known each other for a long time, I feel unwilling to touch my eyes. In the past, every flower had to sell wine, and it was poured repeatedly every time it sat up and sat down.
What is the wine now? The flower of love is spinning in the air. Heart failure is hard to be lazy and reluctant, which is different from before.
I don't know how to report my will, and my pen and ink are about to drip. A: Wang Shangshu of Xijing sent peony, Song Ouyang Xiu and Xinhua to Kaifeng, and called for wine to see the flowers bloom with wealth.
When I was young, I was a guest in Luoyang and met Wei Jiahong again. However, I thought of going to the green curtain and laughing at myself as a white-haired man.
Wang Xi, there is no reason to accompany you to win the prize, but I want to sing a beautiful sentence. Lou Yu Xiangti Pavilion (Magnolia) Song Ouyang Xiu often recalls the charming scenery of Luoyang, the warm smell of smoke and wine.
Yingying's banquet seems to keep people, and it is intended to spend a wall. Don't come, it's separated from Qianshan Green, just watch the dangerous building fall down.
I am only concerned about peony red, and I am in a dream of spring sorrow. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Han Qi (3 songs) moved to Luochuan and Kao to make Tan Chunquan.
Controlling the surrounding clusters is expensive, and it takes a lot of effort. Gold is good for a house, but incense costs money.
The old curtain goes into the clouds, and the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine. The first tooth of the peony was pecked by a crow, and it felt like a fragrant tooth in the peony path. The ground was red and hungry.
A sharp mouth may hurt the beauty of the country and only teach spring to come to the world. Thanks again to Ding Zhen of Li Mi, for learning how to make peony beautiful, and for knowing my new neighbor.
Reward before the bottle, and spring will be reborn. Old and thoughtful, deeply naive.
But it seems to be an orchid room, and its fragrance is relatively dark. He Jun sent a letter to Mudan Song Sima Guang, assistant minister of Heyang, selflessly and sincerely. What did Hua Luo do for the whole work? Mountains and rivers are better than emperors.
6. Love poems about butterflies
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin, Jinse, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which 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. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it likes and brings joy to where it likes. If I get a flower every time I think of you, I will always wander among the flowers. With you, I lost myself. Without you, I hope I get lost again. Everyone bathed in love is a poet. Look into my eyes and you will find what you mean to me. Distance brings the distance between two hearts closer. If there is no reciprocal love, let me love more. Love is a vine that grows in our hearts. Because of you, I know love. Love is the best refreshing agent in life. Love never dies.