Peach fan

The past is like an autumn fan, so the garden is green.

The empty steps are waiting, and the peach blossoms are born.

feather fan

Big waves wash sand from the Yellow River, while the Yangtze River is the wind.

The legendary swordsman, a hero through the ages, sailed alone from the cross gate of heaven.

Peach Blossom Fan

Peach blossoms in Huaiyang are still falling, and spring is not empty.

Leaning against the window to listen to another willow song, a lovesickness and a wind.

fan

The blue bridge is dreamy, and the past goes with the wind into the green firefly.

Evening drifts for half an hour, and summer is fleeting.

Summer evening

The letter enters the morning late, and the bamboo edge is born at night.

The breeze rises with the moon, and fireflies sit idle.

February

In February, weeds flew all over the slope, and the new red beans thought of the south.

There are few children in white clothes, flowers and rain are raining, and a horse breeze sifts fine radish.

Huaiyuan

The breeze helps the willows, and the bright moon loses the plum blossoms.

It's best to travel far away and stay at home.

counter attack

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly.

The autumn wind mourns the post horse, and Shu Ren returns in the daytime.

Qiongying

The first fragrance fascinates the moon, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

Color is eternal, and spring depends on Qiu Meng.

Live in the mountains

Travelling far away from the mountains, peach water gradually flows eastward.

In Pinglinpu Bai Niao, the flowers fall on the quiet river.

Xunchun

There is good news in the cuckoo wind, and Dong Jun has crossed the cloud and jumped into the stream.

The sound of the shepherd's flute woke Guo, who heard about Tanchun last night.

early spring

The sound of Claudia's voice on the smoke dike is gradually rising, and the wind urges the reeds to fatten the fish.

The distant color is shallow, and the winter is not ancient. Look carefully at the spring water on the edge of the ridge.

Beginning of spring (ancient style)

Phenology is longer than water and tender as early spring bamboo.

The wind came overnight, and every household started a new stove.

Snowbird (ancient style)

Snow disease grass path shallow, Pinghu Bai Niao fly.

Voices enter the sky and return at dusk.

Dairy queen (ancient style)

The stars in the Han River fall, and the night is cold.

When the snow disappears at dusk, there is the sound of pressing branches.

Winter memorial day

Mei is angry with thousands of words, and the snow is floating frost.

Looking for the warmth of winter on the twelfth day, sitting and listening to Shaanxi opera.

Ginkgo biloba in late autumn (ancient style)

Waiting for first frost, I am bitter and sad.

A tree is yellow and half shaken, trying to hurt the guest's heart and drive the wind away.

pass/spend a night

Frost soaked bamboo shadow haunts the moon, and Chai Men can't open it for a long time.

Sit in front of the idle clouds and listen to someone coming in the distance.

Add year (ancient)

Listen, Qin Yue lit a candle, and Yun Shan was drunk.

Who plays acacia, pluck the strings three or two times.

Evening rhyme of lotus wind (ancient style)

Xie Fang didn't feel exposed at first, but he cut himself in the evening fragrance.

Don't ask the green hills, cut the autumn water to the high platform.

hillock

When looking for mountains, he suddenly felt that there were few wine flags, and Guo became more and more worried about the cold nearby.

Who sends poor families to warm the sunset, and children with sickles miss autumn?

tea

Qingyin Mountain God, berthing near Jiangzhou.

Tao Gong's Dream in the Half Song Dynasty-Hu Chunqiu.

Lugou Bridge Fu (Ancient Style)

The wind and cloud rise in Lugou, and the sun is like a mountain of blood.

Taking 100,000 Li as the standard, the Japanese dream is idle.

Lugouwise (ancient style)

Jinling dream is not related to the cold mountain, and Lugou frost locks autumn.

In ancient times, there was a battlefield to fight today, and heroes sent revenge.

Chibi nostalgia

Chibi nostalgia, Huarong Road is not worried.

When Zhou Lang prospered, it locked Wu Gou for a thousand years.

Night view (ancient style)

Stone paths are at dusk, and green trees are near dusk.

Lu Peng is ancient and warm, with a fragrant taste.

Crossing the Three Rivers (Ancient Style)

Silver waves plough green curtains, and cloud scales sit on the ground and collect them.

Drink up the three rivers and set off for a night flight.

Vernal equinox flower

The grass on the other side is faint, and the flowers are quiet strangers. The wind is steep and the soil is steep, and the buds are bitter. Lonely and clear stems without leaves will be cut in the new year.

Looking for a wound path in spring, looking at the horizon in autumn. Wandering between the sun and the moon, the fragrance disappears. There are no tears in the frost, but my heart is blue.

Dongsi

Autumn comes from the wind and winter comes from the leaves.

Slow as long hair, wandering outside the memory.

The light and shadow are slightly warm, and the autumn wind can come again.

When the snowflake fell into my arms, I lost my mind.

Winter rhyme (ancient style)

In winter, the Woods are sparse, crows arrive late, and the snow rhyme and plum fragrance are in Ikki.

The color screen in the corner welcomes the frost and cold, and the warm sun folds the smoke every day.

Nostalgia (ancient style)

Autumn wind blows clouds and geese, and the floating light has nothing to do with the four seasons.

Where can I ask for a thousand miles to go to the countryside? Pillow pot and bright moon go to the west building.

Winter solstice

Xiao cut yin and yang in winter, and frost cut chrysanthemum branches to make plum bottles.

Simmer yellow rice wine in front of the stove in idle days, and drink it cold and clear.

Mashiguanjiajing

Tonamiyama stereo, the night is still and the river is empty.

Pick a fisherman's son and go boating in the dark.

dusk

Qiu Guang lives in Baishui, and the night shines on Mujiangbo.

Wild birds are shadowed day by day, and distant mountains are close at hand.

Five flavors

Meng Xiao didn't send five chickens, but he is still young.

Take Chu as an example, Wen Xin carves a jade eagle, and the setting sun looks at the rules.

First frost has tears on the cliff beads, feeling sad on a cold night.

Where are the children who have done nothing? Looking back, the wrong road has become empty.

The feeling of going home

Hills and valleys-mountainous, Pingshan double smoke.

I'm afraid I will be surprised to return the bird.

In the morning and the moon, the stars are sparse, and the Qinghe River is empty.

Nostalgia into the village, close observation of the old mulberry garden.

Thoughts on Visiting Chaohu Lake

A stream of water, a stream of water, wandering into Hua Ting.

Get a green bottle, invite the bright moon, caress the railing, and reach gold.

Drunk song

Qingzun must sing at the thought of wine. The geometry of China youth?

Ambition is everywhere, and the Millennium will be a grave slope!

pass/spend a night

Frost soaked bamboo shadow haunts the moon, and Chai Men can't open it for a long time.

Sit in front of the idle clouds and listen to someone coming in the distance.

Double Ninth Festival

It's autumn again, and the flowers are blooming again.

Chu Qing saw no rain and looked up at his parents.

doubt

The autumn wind didn't lock the Yumen, and the yellow sand rolled into smoke.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are dusty as snow, and clouds sit in the sky.

The autumn pavilion faces dusk.

Zen west remembers the night pavilion, and the hall is full of cicadas.

Kingfisher lives deep in the bamboo pond, and magpies should not climb branches.

homesickness

Yumenguan rises on a windy night. Did you smell wolf smoke yesterday?

Letters from home are sent to distant officials, and the local accent is not as lonely as its own soul.

homesickness

Zigui cries blood to urge vegetation, Yumen yellow sand covers white bones.

What time does the crow set, lock the autumn wind and close the mountain?

With emotional memories

Life is short, and business always depends on each other.

I want to hang up too much, and the journey has gone and never returned.

What about East Brewing? Drunk red dyed in the spring and autumn.

How much is Zhuohua? Don't let the air drift

situation

The sky is wide, the clouds are dark, the color is long and the objects are gray.

Don't play the shadow of floating dust in autumn, the stars can shine on cold nights.

Chanting chrysanthemum

One inch from the color and one inch from the yellow, the fragrance is sent leisurely.

Stand in the cold and smile, stand in the wind and frost and be young.

Set out for a long journey

Clear water, through the building.

Autumn leaves have fallen,

When the sun sets, I cherish the willows and don't return to my hometown.

Cleared the way for broken souls.

Outside the porch window, it was raining deeply.

When the first cold hit people,

Good couples meet in this life,

Can the dream come true?

Double eleven with words

A pile, a column, a string, a mirror, a makeup, a red face.

I think I am alone in Lanqiao Road, and the waves are full of smoke and rain.

Double Ten-Random Talk (2)

Cause and effect hang in the hanging temple, and Sansheng asks Sansheng Stone.

A night of red dust and a night of dreams, the front of the storm is clear as blue.

Qiu Jiang

The smoke contains ink fog, and the village trees are flat and sparse.

Buy a wine shop and get drunk, the road is autumn after autumn.

Qiu Hang

There are birds in the sky, and autumn is full of seasons.

Go to the clouds and water, and sit and watch Hengshan Mountain.

Qiu Hang

The wind and the leaves of the trees are exposed, and the snow birds smell it.

Spring sowing beans and hemp stubble, rice ridge and wheat green as shade.

autumn harvest

The autumn harvest is half a month and three days, and the warehouse is full of clouds and water.

It is said that melons and beans are full of seeds, so buy them in early spring and plant them next year.

Night farming

In the cold night, the autumn dew falls, and the songs are sparse and moist.

Sow the clouds and the moon in the soil, and the wind and rain will be shared in the coming year.

Newly mentioned snow scenery poems

Snow reflects the early winter scenery and the sky.

Children are becoming more and more frivolous if they want to listen to good words.

Nongle

There are several songs in autumn, and the persimmon is fragrant into the mud.

Aunt asked for shortbread, which was baked just last night.

Poetic soul

Du Li has been at large for 800 years, and his poetic spirit is not in harmony with others.

The shadows in the sky are gone, and Qiantang willow watches the sunset.

Lanju Zhumei (four pieces)

Dongmei

Xiling frost has no shadow and opens alone in the cold of the year.

Don't argue with spring, just for snow.

orchid

Leng Xiang, standing on the frosty cliff in silence.

Chu Xiang is far away from the valley, but you don't go home.

Zhu Xia

Wind and bamboo cross the stream, pruning leaves and respecting pedestrians.

Dance, dance, watch you leave-comb the clouds.

Qiuju

The autumn wind has passed, and it is outstanding.

In cold places, you can enjoy Jiang Chun alone.

Wind and lotus dance around flowers.

The wind and the lotus are high, the pavilion looks at the autumn water, the bamboo edge slowly falls, and the flowers are shaken.

The hometown of the sun, the moon and the stars, thinking about the past and thinking about the future, dancing outside the bridge and blowing poems everywhere.

Misty rain and homesickness in Jiangnan

In autumn scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, misty rain and flutes sound like the setting sun, and countless fallen flowers fall in the dream.

A lonely road hurts the road, and it's different from now on. The ancient road drifted away with the west wind, leaving only a shadow and becoming thinner.

Untitled (if self-sufficient)

In the evening scene of rites and music, there are many micro-songs, so you should laugh and think about it for no reason.

The wild goose shadow in the sky, fleeting, how to pick it up, faint fragrance.

Outside the flower room, the sound of Xiao Wan is at the top of the building, and the wine alone is faintly gaunt.

By the Moon Bridge, the world of mortals is getting older, comparable to the clear night rain.

The story of spring night (ancient style)

Last night, insects were singing in spring, looking for orders alone.

Jade dome looks at the sky, and Hanshui falls into the morning star.

Xia Han urges vegetation, and it flows like gold at four seasons.

Since ancient times, dishes have been like a faint dust.

Can be pregnant with family affairs, ink to write Danqing.

Beautiful poems in Xisha

When the sky was first opened, there was no difference between blue sea and blue sky.

The vast light dyes the sky, and the sea and night are heavy on cash.

The waves in the sky are dark and far away, and the sea in Bai Yunsheng is deep.

Clouds are like piles of snow, drifting with the tide and nowhere to be found.

There seems to be no three-foot boundary in the sea dome. Raise your hand to pick Han and Xing.

Hanshui should pity Leng Hai and sprinkle jade as the soul of a rose.

The green reef bends like Xuan Yue, and the silver waves are swaying and guarding the jade wheel.

Looking horizontally, it looks like a blue side, like a bracelet, and more like a green mother.

Soft waves wash the green mother, lest things fall into dust.

The fairy could not bear to take it away, but left it to future generations to shine on people's hearts.

Mid-autumn festival songs

Batik painting screen warm, Wu Hongdan Gui Xiang. If you think of wine, it will last forever.

The blue sky is far away, the milky way reflects the river in the evening, the swan goose is amazing, and indigo surrounds the Guo wall.

The vast sea rises and sweeps the general floating light. Miss the fairy, elegant as frost.

When hibiscus first came out of the bath, she begged her son to smell fragrant. The bright moon rises and is graceful.

Looking at each other in a daze will break your heart. Raise a glass to the moon, shed tears in pairs.

I have no bright moon, so why bother? The night hides flowers and dew, and the clouds are clothed.

Youtang West Lake Wetland

Nine songs to find a secluded place, Fang Tang to learn from.

Looking around, the fishing sails came slowly.

Ling Bo moved late, and the vast waters passed away.

Wild foreplay, white crucian carp jumped into the water.

Spindles bloom and banana stamens are like daisies.

Blue waves and purple scenery.

Quiet and comfortable in the sky, moving like a bright moon caressing moss.

Stalagmites are fat in the beach, and the shadows of sand herons wander.

The Tanghe River is rippling with blue waves and stars.

Enjoy the scenery in Chengxi Lake fishing area.

The grass is green, the boat is yellow, the water is green, and the fisherman wins.

Muddy dogs barked, half drunk in the sunset, and owls flew to Man Cang.

Thoughts on talking about poetry with poetry friends

The days in autumn and winter are short and the frost is light, while the days are warm and the nights are long.

Before I finished my tea, I lay watching the idle moon enter the inclined window.

Steal a sense of security (ancient style)

Going west, the dust and frost have not been washed.

Green silk fishing makes wine late, lest Jia Lu break three meals.

When the sun is warm and the sun is setting, your eyes are slightly closed and you work hard.

Think about it. It's especially good to be afraid of your eyes. Huatang has no rain and no smoke.

Looking up to heaven

Clouds are tired and careless, and birds are still known from the air.

If the sky is a mirror, the sky is very wide.

In the spring, China Resources died and has been hiding for nine days.

The world of mortals is like dew, among the leaves.

Pass through chengxi lake

West Lake water in the east and West Lake waves in the near future.

Fish turn over a thousand waves and rest on the sand dam slope.

The breeze is getting better, and the black boat will leave the country.

At the oblique brightness of the sail, the long pole calls for eulogy.

Acacia wood (ancient style)

The moon falls flat and the strings are crazy, and the bamboo clouds still send fragrant silk.

I was just homesick for no reason. That year was as beautiful as a flower.

Lush years (ancient style)

Looking back on the wedding day at the beginning of the year, my hair was waist-high.

Green flowers shame the bright eyes, and red lips blow around the moss.

I don't know whether it is cloud, water or melt, and my clothes are half full of wind and rain.

The world of mortals knows the way when they meet, and they are not distracted, regardless of the date of return.

Water clouds chasing the moon

Shu Yue doesn't envy Fei Xia, but she is still young and still thinks about Yun Ni.

The wind and water have a bright future, and the waves gently send warblers to sing.

In the coming year, we should praise the wind and take care of people.

Clouds and moons are reflected in the wind, one thought and one line.

Jing Tian (ancient style)

Spring does not kill the first grass, and winter does not kill everything.

Natural selection, enough is enough, and you can't bury your soul.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (I)

In autumn, the drizzle is getting colder, birds inhabit deep trees and fish dive into ponds.

The four seasons should know that autumn is bleak, and the rest is half green and half yellow.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (Part Two)

At dusk, autumn colors fade and tung leaves wither and burn.

Dye maple makeup and draw ink paintings, waiting for the wind to blow down the poem.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (3)

The autumn knife cuts the ground, and the black branches count in the air.

Pale spots bend into the painting and look like the shadow of a mushroom from a distance.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (4)

The waves are full of smoke, and the gauze shadow reflects the shuttle sail gracefully.

The fishing boat gradually disappeared in the quiet river bend by curling around the Qinghe River with purple sunrise.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (7)

The grass is yellow by the blue cloud stream, and the geese are not fat into the clouds.

In the field, young seedlings are tired of birds, and the leaves of trees are leisurely calling cattle and sheep.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (9)

In front of Moliutang, crows fly at dusk, and autumn water is fat in the depths of blue clouds.

Tired cranes seek empty shallow grass, and fiber songs send them to grassland.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (10)

In autumn, the tall buildings are rainy and cold, the guests stay warm, and the piano is broken.

Translucent neon with colored rhyme, cars scattered, Liu Di's shadow is still there.

smart

A cloud is winding and comfortable, thinking of flying with me.

Tianshan drinking horse snow, laughing about the Han Dynasty.

Hu Feng's horizontal knife is short, but Yumen sand has not been returned.

Where are the children now? People were urged to clear the way.

Lao Guo is far away, so it is difficult to return to his hometown.

The dust is faint green, which is nothing.

Carry out/carry out resolutely

Turbid wine is not drunk alone, and autumn is bleak.

It rains and cools at night, destroying leaves and killing insects.

First frost shines on the Liao River, and the cold geese fall into their souls.

There are willows in front of Duke Du's door, so pedestrians will be cut off this year.

Reed in autumn means winter.

I didn't go in autumn, and summer flowers didn't come often.

Spring melts, and winter leaves failed snow.

The desert sand chicken is far away, and Pingchuan is surrounded by water.

A reed is barren, and the wind bends the pole in half.

Jianghuai Yashi Chengban

Thirty ups and downs are not enough to cherish, and a romantic life lasts for a thousand years.

Lotus wind wants to ask about the beautiful scenery by the pool and sit in the pavilion to watch the sunset.

Bright dream

Like the wind, like rain, like a dream, gently across the trace.

There is rain in the wind and MengMeng in the dream.

It's hard to meet, but it's as light as smoke.

A light dream without trace was blown away by the wind, and I would like to be a wisp of light smoke and disappear slowly.

mood

I want to ask Di Qing why autumn wind is lonely.

Meditation has not yet reached home, and land and water are gradually depressed.

Brush away guo, biting cold slightly into the eyebrow.

What caused Sanqiu? He is afraid of frost grass.

Winged grass

Di Qing came back late, and the spring of Sanqin is not over yet.

The wind blows away the tiles and the hay turns yellow in winter.

Xiao sees the road, but Xia Fupo is desolate.

Don't be quiet and noisy, sing the fragrance of the earth.

Cold rain presses thousands of tenacity and roots are solid.

Shower in the morning and resist five frost at night.

Knots pass through the mountains, and the mountains are covered with fur.

Qilu Dai's color is warm and fills the sky.

Travel through multiple time series. Kui Gang, the hierarchy of things.

There seems to be nothing, but there must be, and Zexi is older.

Visit Qinhuai

Wuyi Lane is louder, and there is no soul in front of Xie.

Ten Li Qinhuai misty and rainy month, Confucius Temple is crowded with tourists.

The origin of the painting boat contains Nong language, and the scenery of Wende Bridge is as good as new.

At the beginning of the flute, the oblique glow is exhausted, and at night, the spring is strong.

A cold morning in early winter

The solstice in winter is very cold, and the road surface wants to freeze.

Frozen in front of the frosted terrace and steamed at the rear of the car.

The tree crow is suspected of getting up late, and the wind and bones hurt.

The sleeves are short and the neck is light.

Children are like mice, afraid to go to the bookstore.

Bow back and blue heart, bamboo on the roadside is not appreciated.

Whose children are beautiful, soft and brittle.

The towel is half covered, looking forward to hiding shame.

Ask the sky at night

Deep bamboo is tired, and the night is wasted.

I want to sleep on the Zen pillow, and the frost on the table bothers me.

What is wrong with me? Break my pale wings.

With more people, the trade winds will eventually return.

Fourteen Scenes in Late Autumn (12)

Autumn mountain, rain in the evening, cold fog pushing maple.

Cotinus coggygria wants to compete with the green, and the leaves are like clusters of pine in Danxia.

Ji Xue

Jade is clear and silver is boundless.

As pine trees are surrounded by still clouds, the mountains are getting colder and colder.

Jocelin

Before the winter melts, the flowers are gradually harvested, and the water flows by the hay stream.

The warbler is sleeping, and the wicker flies over the autumn in Shan Ye.

National Day Tour of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum

Zhongshan purple gas around Wang Chuan, drinking clouds to move the sky.

One peak leads the mountains and rivers, and you sit and watch the five mountains for 800 years.

You Zhongshan

At the foot of the son of heaven by Xuanwu Lake, the tomb of God at the top of Zhong Mountain.

Yun Ni looked at five mountains with reserved eyes, and there was no one after this mountain.

Yongfengdan

Vantage has no intention of being the same age, and quietly enters the crowd with the wind.

Sprinkle with red, yellow, blue, blue and green, and send a few wisps of autumn fragrance.

If you think how lonely you are in your boudoir, you should write a book.

The leaves are dyed with thousands of colors and fly into the dream to be wild.

Dongling (the third hanging ice)

The sound of winter sends a piece of silvery white to the people by the willow tree in front of the door every night.

The group carved fine Feng Ling, and the soul of ice scattered all the flowers in jade.

The tree wall and the tooth cliff are pillars, and the velvet snow dances in Tsinghua.

If the fairy is light, the sky speaks, and the fairy Ji Xiao picks rosy clouds.

Dongling (2)

The sound of winter travels far away, and it enters the night slightly.

The ice branches swept away the clothes and broke the jade crystal carving.

The mountains and rivers are covered with condensate, and the suburbs are cold.

Yao is thick in winter and wet in spring.

National public sacrifice poems

It's getting cold in winter, and the Chrysanthemum Festival is coming late.

Tu Su entered Qingzun and sent his long thoughts to the sky.

Mountains and rivers once floated, but bones died in autumn.

There are ghosts in the tomb, and pine and cypress worry about Xiao Yi.

Buried in black soil, Zor died day by day.

Far away, I am angry. I must save my plan today.

Passing through the village for the elderly (dedicated to mother)

It's too late to get close to Guo Yun. I've passed my old home.

The yellow crane disappeared, so the old friend went today.

The door is far away, and the green grass is by the house.

Qing Hu Ceng invited a guest to stay overnight, but the case book was not sent late.

Who wants to be the king of the east, knows autumn far away.

The past has passed, and the shadow has faded.

Winter (three songs)

Thousands of trees are concise, and bamboo is sent in winter.

It's snowing in the distance, so ask cold to drink Tu Su.

In the introduction of the sound of winter, the days in Yun Ni are short and warm.

Plant plum bottle trees obliquely and draw birds for spring.

The frost is warm, and the winter hat is bright and neon.

Laughing with the wind, fragrance enters the heart.

the Peach Garden

Wang Lu should listen to Qingshan language, and Taoyuan Liuxi.

Wuling bridge is a guest road, and the water is far away.

Figure of lotus waterfowl in Bashan Mountain.

The pool is idle and sparse, and the wind load is large.

The cool birds in autumn are far away, and they want to be sleepy.

dusk

The mountains are covered with clouds, and the autumn night is thin.

Smoke rises in Zhu Jiang, and the fire on the ship becomes more and more lonely.

Zhongmiaoshan Temple raises clear water.

The water in the nest is blue, the sky is blue, the lake and the sky are beautiful-mountains.

The winding Laoshan Mountain is faintly visible, and the pagoda stands out from the crowd.

The clear water is raining and the clouds are swinging, and the smoke is cool in autumn.

There are many clocks in the sky, and the scenery is long and eye-catching.

The dust and sand are gone, and the Qinghe River is wide.

The eagle shrinks its long empty eyes and the water is weak.

The crane swims on the silver scales, and the shadow is quiet in Shui Han.

Gu Lao faces each other from a distance, charming and white.

You can vaguely see the peak, and your spirit is like a turtle.

Jieshixiang Road is the God of Shouguang.

Riding the wind, I was in a trance and fascinated.

Tianshui is far away, where to go?

Who am I talking to when I am disappointed?

Wang Chun (1)

Lonely, Wu Chujiang did not open.

There is no trace of Guo in the village, but the road is coming.

Years old is cold and navy, and hundreds of insects sting in winter solstice.

I hope that spring is similar to the beginning, and the road is wandering.

Poetry criticism

There are thousands of books, but there are no amazing words.

A long dance hits the air and has a clear nature.

The Zen forest seeks ancient rhyme, and the bamboo side puts the cloud.

The wind blew into yesterday's poem along the front willow.

Qiu's voice

Yaotai is waiting for 20-year-old Geng Yun. The year of China should have been found in ancient times.

Lingque is a relative language between branches, and the autumn sound surprises the yellow leaves.

autumn

Clear autumn white dew first frost, cool Xie Feng makeup.

Yellow leaves in the blue sky chuckle, and Huaying falls into the crowd.

Xia Feng (Yifeng)

The night leakage is shorter, the west window is exhausted, and the willow flowers on the moon are unclear.

Beside the bamboo forest, Shu Feng and I chatted and exchanged ideas, chasing fireflies.

Looking for spring (a gust of wind)

I miss spring, but I can't see spring flowers.

Asked the east wind diplomatically, but said the future spring.

Play the piano alone, plant shade moss.

Sing a song for three thousand miles and set up a bronze sparrow terrace.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter (a gust of wind)

From spring to winter, summer and autumn come, and the flowers of pale plum and snow are gradually harvested.

If you ask who is the plucker, please go to the ninth floor of Xiao Qiong.