Who knew this poem about orchids was indifferent to Zhi Ming?

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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?

Orchid ode

The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and 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.

Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"

Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.

Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.

Winter orchids in Cao Yin

Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.

As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.

Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.

At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.

Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan

The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.

If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.

After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.

Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.

Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.

The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.

Hua Yan de LAN Hua

The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.

The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.

Wu Jiaji's quatrains on March 3rd.

The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and all the orchids in my pot were flooded.

Fanrui strives for the opening day, which is the time for tourists to get home.

Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"

Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.

There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.

Wang Fengnv painted orchids.

Beggars get the beauty described by poets, and Yaochi is clear and beautiful.

As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.

Shi Tao's cymbidium

The root has left the dust, so there is no poem, and poetry gives loneliness.

Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.

Massai fighters in East Africa

The bones are clear and the leaves are true, and the wind is amazing.

My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.

Massai fighters in East Africa

I'm tired of listening to Huang except Yao Cao's Spring Star.

Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.

I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless.

Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.

Qiu Lan of Michelle Ye, Isinggio.

There are potted plants in front of the temple, and orchids are unique. In the past, they were called Wang Xiangxiang and Mr. Fang because of the four rhymes.

Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.

Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers.

You fen San, static shadow sparse.

Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing?

The bamboo forests in Yun Qi are very lush, and the mountains are full of orchids.

The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.

The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead.

Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.

In the middle of spring, everything is bloom.

Orchid ode

The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and 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.

Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"

Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.

Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.

Winter orchids in Cao Yin

Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.

As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.

Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.

At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.

Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan

The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.

If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.

After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.

Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.

Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.

The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.

Hua Yan de LAN Hua

The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.

The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.

Gao's On Painting

The painting is scattered, and the Banqiao painting is blue.

Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind.

Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.

Ren Huang painted orchids (three poems)

No room is fragrant and the walls are empty.

One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.

I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad.

The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.

Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant.

You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.

Bright "Writing Shi Lan School"

An empty stone, some grass.

Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.

Li Lanhua's Album (Three Songs)

Blurred Xiao Ai exposed the cold, and the heroes of the ages dried up in tears.

Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.

Chu Qingfeng flooded the pen, and the guest was lingering for twenty years.

Self-pity does not sing green songs, and thousands of flowers in Chiba are for the world to see.

Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples.

When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid that it will lose its fragrance in the mountains.

Wang Lan

Orchids grow in valleys and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.

* * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.

Empty valley silent album

Bluegrass is like a hermit's heart, arrogant and self-destructive.

Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.

Li Yi's Ink and Wash Whelan

Shallow summer and late spring are flowers, and several stems are slanting.

Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.

Yougu Fangfei

Write wheatgrass so dripping wet, just missing potted plants and stone walls.

I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.

Jin Nong Hua LAN Hua

The rain is too deep, the pen and ink stone are cold, and the girl is blue and has no lang.

Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.

Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan"

Ice roots and green leaves are miscellaneous and barren, and pearl makeup is exposed in the morning.

Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.

The Orchid by Shen Tong was written by Mr. Yi Feng.

The king of orchid fragrance.

The fragrant wind fills the field, and the appearance is clear and clear.

Affectionate, independent and fragrant.

He sees Xiao and Ai on good terms.

Small exposure to AIDS, orchid suffered from severe frost.

As soon as the wind turns, the clothes are full.

Zheng Xie's Half-basin Lanruitu

The flowerpot is Shimada Hanzo, and the flowers are half full.

No venting, no fear of decay.

The name of the orchid.

Two pots of bluegrass, early one night.

Flowers bloom one after another, late spring and early summer.

Orchid

The bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning.

Loyalty is still self-embracing, so why fight with others?

orchid

Cliff thousands of feet, orchids in the sky.

There are firewood collectors, so you can't reach out and fold.

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Leave a big root, why complain about a short leaf.

Spring thunder dives at night, and the fragrance enters the clouds.

local area network

Many implied meanings, Chun Qing refused to show.

After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the essence will be clear in midsummer.

Title orchid (five songs)

Orchids are not flowers, but people in my eyes.

It's difficult to write this flower god with a fragrant tube pen.

Spearmint is not incense, but my breath.

The taste of lips is difficult to write.

73-year-old man, painting orchids at the age of 50.

Let him rain or shine, he will never disappear.

One move and two moves, both wonderful.

Regardless of the previous people, it's hard to believe that waving.

Roots are not in the ground, flowers bloom all year round.

Strangely, when I understood, the cat came to me with a letter.

Thorns in the jungle

Thorns comfort their roots, and the breeze shows their spirit.

Su Xin is not angry, and the grass is also stained with Yuchun.

Poems on Mount Weng, Small Scenery of Eight Mountain People in Xi Shi Shi Tao, and A Volume of Ding Bai Mo Lan * * *.

The country broke the temple and died, and a bag of poems and paintings was Buddha-like.

Spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, with no ink spots and more tears.

Visiting Yuan Meifu, Jiao Shan sent orchids.

Qiu Lan sent one hundred and eighty arrows to Jiaoshan Stone House.

Xiao Yue knock knock, handed out a simple note, Fan Yan passed by Jiang Lai last night.

Title pen LAN tu

Chunlan is still in full bloom, and A Dai is clearly called in the picture.

After reading all the ups and downs, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.

Pictures of orchids with broken flowerpots

Spring rain and spring breeze write beautiful faces, and love and rhyme fall into the world.

Nowadays, without a confidant, it is even more difficult to break the black basin.

Orchid map on the wall

Orchids bloom early at the top of the mountain, and small arrows on the mountainside still contain fetuses.

The painter is determined to stop storing, so why bother Dongfeng as a matchmaker?

"Painting Lan Zhi Spine to Send Teacher Cai"

Write Lan Zhi full of spring, and add a few messy hazelnuts.

The world is full of beauty and evil, and I want to see warm and distant people.

Lan (four songs)

Qusong's articles are tall in vegetation and coquettish in blue spectrum.

How to sell cheap from people and cross the street?

This is a kind of peaceful flower, and I don't want a haze from Wen Da.

Collecting firewood is still afraid of passing by the path, but also write mountain cover.

Orchids are grass in the mountains, planted in the mountains.

The world has planted pots of angels, so it is better to stay with the haze.

The bluegrass in the mountains is messy, the leaves are warm and the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong.

The grain is not far from sending incense, but it can send vulgar dust.

"Painting orchids to send the Taoist priest on Ziqiong Cliff"

Looking in the mountains, I found hearts and hearts.

If you want to send it a long way, it will be cold and fragrant.

Cymbidium bungeanum

Spring rain and spring breeze washed away the beautiful face, and Qiongdao came to the world.

Nowadays, without a confidant, it is even more difficult to break the black basin.

Draw potted orchids and send Yang Dianshi of Fanxian County to Hangzhou to recuperate.

Orchids are not suitable for Shandong, but incense moves thousands of miles.

Draw a basin back and plant two peaks, north and south.

Yang was very worried after being snatched away by a busybody. For more than ten years, I passed through Hangzhou, but Yang Gong has been dead for a long time. His descendants told the story and begged him to draw a picture to make up for it. It is not only the previous work, but also a poem saying that the soul of lovesickness has no plan to raise flowers and floats on the west lake to knock at the tomb door. The old people who re-exhibited are still Zilan and Sun Lan.

Orchid with broken branches

Painting more spring breeze is worthless, and a sapphire is half a branch.

Birds in the rising sun forest in the mountains support acacia in February.

Draw a thorn orchid for Master Green Pine.

Don't turn thorns into orchids, outsiders will look on coldly.

You can only know that Buddhism is vast and long when the door is fragrant and dirty.