"There is nowhere to learn from Songhua, and Songyang Taoist priests are eager to teach.
If you try to pick tall branches today, you won't feel the crane nest overturned. "
Don
"Bixi pine five thin, invasion of clouds to dew stained with clothes.
At night, the magic medicine of Qunxian Valley will be opened, and lovers who think of vulgarity will send it back.
The Dojo fasted at the beginning of this year, and the staff were no longer suitable.
When I watched Lan Feng worship him, the bronze seal on my waist pointed at my heart. "
Su Song Dongpo's Song of Pine Powder
"A catty of pine flowers is indispensable. Don't fry eight or two cattails of pollen.
Sophora japonica and apricot flowers are five yuan each, and two pounds of white honey are mashed together.
Eat or take a bath, see red and white until you are old. "
The Second Rhyme of Su Songzhe's "Mao Jun Burning Pine Flowers"
"Maoan paper account learns monk sleep, and the furnace is hot and flammable.
Second, the moon cake is yellow, and the pine nuts knock on the early frost.
The old incense is loose and strict, and the residual smoke is dark and sparse.
Beauty is lazy to open the door, and Jin Zuosonghua plugs in the power supply.
The scales of withered calyx are no longer firm, as heavy as a half-opened lotus.
Yellow wax cooking comes from a family, because of small, big loss.
But I can't forget the wine, and I poured a golden lamp in my hand to beat the lotus.
Tujia people have nothing to dislike, and messy dried flowers are the last.
After a while, it's just ashes. Who will get some inflammation?
I bowed my head several times and was suspected of falling, and the smoke was shattered.
Once I saw the brick stove in the hammer house, but I didn't draw Xu Bangjun's pavilion.
Capital competes for the buyer's salary, but Gu Songhua has been lavish. "
Jin Zhangjian
"Guests from Ding Yue, I am pine pollen.
For a long time, I wanted to fly