Poems about autumn and flowers

1. Poem about autumn flowers: chrysanthemum rhyme]-Li Liguang-autumn frost is used as chrysanthemum, which can write endless sunset clouds; I don't mean to say anything at random, but I am naturally charming.

[Autumn Sound]-Wind-There is a piece of gold in front of the porch, and the fragrance is surging for tourists. Only when the frost is heavy can you become a hero.

[Singing in Jucheng]-Wang Ruting-The Lion Dragon is flying and brilliant again! Light alleys and thick streets are full of fragrance, and desks are full of chrysanthemums in September. Tao Jin Yuanming's Book of the Republic of China: Fang Jukai Lin Yao and Song Qingyan watch and practice.

With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost. Tang Taizong's "Endowed with Remnant Chrysanthemum": The summer frost condenses in Taiwan, and the shore chrysanthemum shines in the morning.

Laugh with dew, and the wind is light and fragrant. Thin leaves are light green and round flowers are light yellow.

Still holding the color of this year, after reunion, it will be fragrant. Tang Du Fu's Nine Days in Yun 'an: Cold flowers are exhausted and chrysanthemums are full of branches.

Old friends are frequently different, and light fragrant wine is temporarily followed.

2. Poetry about autumn flowers If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? -Naran Xingde's Mulan Ci, Antique Ci, Cambodian Friends

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"

Tang Du Fu's Nine Days in Yun 'an: Cold flowers are exhausted and chrysanthemums are full of branches. Old friends are frequently different, and light fragrant wine is temporarily followed.

Don Bai Juyi's "Chanting Chrysanthemum": A new frost hits the tile overnight, and the banana is newly defeated. Only the East Hedgehog Chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is just dawn.

The real Chrysanthemum in Tang and Yuan Dynasties, like the Taoist priest in autumn, tends to fence more and more. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

Tang Wu Lu Lei's "Chrysanthemum" is a golden dress with elegant white jade skin. Knowing it is very different, as cold as old. It's hard to fall to the ground. It's better to die.

Tang Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum" is purple and dark, melting and smelting yellow. They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House. Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset. I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich.

3. Poems describing autumn flowers In October, the sky is blue, cool and comfortable.

The wild flowers on the roadside are swaying in the wind, silently blessing the autumn harvest. A gust of autumn wind blew and the hillside was red. It's a flaming maple leaf. The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique.

There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, the fragrant rice smells good, and the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up the Jin Lang.

Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe.

Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling.

The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power.

Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous.

In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams.

Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin.

The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.

October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People have a special preference for autumn.

Spring is the season of farming, summer is the season of breeding, and winter is the season of gathering. Only autumn is the harvest season, not the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields, bringing yellow rice and gold, and people bent over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now a bumper harvest is in sight. Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as washed, like a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea.

White clouds are like a canoe sailing, floating slowly. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. And maple, whose leaves are all red. When you shake it, you fall down one after another, as if you had laid a red carpet on the ground, which made the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind.

Miss Qiu came to us singing the song of harvest. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves.

Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.

Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale.

Let's love and praise this beautiful autumn! Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments.

I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn. The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.

The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Good joke: As soon as September arrives, there will be autumn, which will slip away in a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon.

It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left. In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth.

There is a faint smell of fennel in the sky. And the fragrance of Jin Ju.

The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky. Autumn, always the blue sky, will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoon with Miyun rainstorm, flood undercurrent surging.

The poem about autumn flowers is 1. The flowers and chrysanthemums in the garden are golden, and some are like frost.

2. Autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and the sunset glow is endless; I don't mean to say anything at random, but I am naturally charming.

3. The dew is wet in the lonely east, according to the former gold and the sediment.

Children in the world have no high rhyme, only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. -Fan Ceng's "Three Chrysanthemums after Double Ninth Festival"

Until September 8th, Qiu Lai, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. -Huang Chao's "Last Happiness"

5. Secretly faint purple, melting yellow. -Li Shangyin's Chrysanthemum

6. It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum

7. Ding Mei is jealous, but Ju should be ashamed. Draw an aperture to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge and Sweet Osmanthus"

8. Lotus didn't shelter from the rain, and chrysanthemums and branches of Ao Shuang. -Su Shi's "Giving Liu Jingwen/Winter Scenery"

9. The rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"

10. Yellow-flowered golden beast eyes, red-leafed fire dragon scales. -Yuan, "Linjiang Yi Xiaoxiang Rain Drama"

1 1. Rabbit cold toad cold osmanthus white, this night Heng E should be heartbroken. -Tang Li Shangyin's Moonlit Night

12. Not a human species, moved here from the middle of the month. A little Leng Xiang, blowing all over the mountain. -"Singing Gui" by Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty

5. Autumn Flowers Poems: Seven unique autumn poems.

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First, autumn rain

The drizzle disturbs the countryside, and the cool wind swallows purple.

The water is clear and the flowers are full of jade tears.

Second, be realistic

The wind pushes the summer air cool, and the morning dew is crystal clear with rice fragrance.

The water is blue and the ducks are happy, and the maple leaves in the distant mountains are drunk.

Qi Sanqiu Yan

The rustling bamboo is quiet, and the balcony is purple.

A leaf floats in the shadows, and yellow grains fall in the autumn.

Fourth, the feeling of autumn.

Rustling fragrant cattail pollen, fragrant lotus leaf residue.

Yuanyang is inseparable, and beauty is born in love the water.

Seventh, autumn.

The demon of light ink and understatement, the cool color is light and delicate.

The moon is cool in the water, tears for you, and the rabbit in the sleeve plays the flute.

Liu Qiqi Qiushang

The autumn wind is bleak and Leng Yun floats, and the autumn rain knocks on tung leaves.

Autumn dew is sad, and autumn frost is long dyed.

Qiqi Qiuxiang

It is difficult to hide the cold chrysanthemum makeup, and the crystal is full of purple and yellow.

A faint fragrance floats in the grass house, and green tea is fragrant only after drinking it slowly.

6. Poetry about autumn flowers and plants 1, Jiangnan is good-Tang Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

2. Remembering Jiangnan-Tang Huangfusong

Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.

3. Recalling Jiangnan-Yuxi, Liu Tang

Spring has passed! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.

4. Looking south-Dongpo, Su Song

Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.

5. Looking at Longevity and Autumn Water in Jiangnan with Double Tones-Chen Weng, Liu Song

Qi Mei, the color waiter. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you. People sing their own songs.

A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk. Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.

6. Looking at Longevity in the South of the Yangtze River with Dual Tones —— Liu Song Chen Weng.

Seven days later, Dong Hui will be before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand. This will be a feast.

Sing about snow, except snow. Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.

7, Jiangnan good/memory Jiangnan-Song Zhao Shi Xia

The sky is full of water, and the water is far from the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight. The moon reflects the water in the sky.

People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete. When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.

8. Looking at Jiangnan-Song Zhu Dunru

Inflammation is eternal, and the first night invades the bed. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool. The pillow is a fairyland.

9. Looking at Jiangnan-Song Zhou Bangyan

Wandering prostitutes scattered around the embankment alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.

Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler. There is sadness everywhere.

10, recalling Jiangnan-Ting Yun, Tang Wen

Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting.

After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken!

1 1, Jiangnan willow-Song Zhang Xian

Sui dike is far away, and the dangerous road is light. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves.

After slanting, the new moon rises to the west. I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion.

12, Wang Jiangnan-Tang Liyu

Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher!

Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.

13, Fisherman-Don Zhang

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

14, the dream of Jiangnan-Qing Qu Dajun

Sad leaves will never come back. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches. And the water is late.

15, stay in the new city-Song Yang Wanli

Spring is mostly at the end of willow branches, and long strips are picked and inserted in restaurants. Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic.

16, Tijuehai Temple-Huangsong Listening Prison

The smoke in the furnace is dark and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the meditation bed is surrounded by wood and the stream is surrounded by bamboo. In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade.

17, walking in Shi Jingtang

The horizontal pond is like a field, and the ten scenes have long been famous. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year.

18, Shaocun Night Park-Xiang Ying, Tan Ming

Reed makes the sound of autumn, and canoes dock in the evening. The guest's feelings become a crane's dream, and people are like flowing ping.

The smoke in the kitchen is dark, and the fishing in Sichuan is bright. Lean on leisure, the month is pressing.

19, Spring Dream-Tang Censhen

Last night, the spring breeze walked into the deep bedroom, letting people know that it was spring and thinking of people far away from Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

20. Jiangnan-Han Anonymous

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.

7. Autumn Flower Poetry 1. orchid

Lanxi

Dondum

Lanxi in spring is beautiful, reflecting the fragrance of orchids in the rain.

The onset of disease

Tangjiadao

How to do things? Orchids are blooming again.

2. plum blossom

Jiang Mei

Don du fu

Plum blossoms break before, but more after.

Chinese plum

Song luyou

The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.

3. Chrysanthemum

Late chrysanthemum

Tang hanyu

Teenagers drink alcohol and are eager to see chrysanthemums.

Drink new wine

Don

Wen Jun's new wine is ripe, and the conditions are worthy of chrysanthemum autumn.

4.peony

Bai Mudan.

Tang Bai Juyi

White flowers are cold and don't love, also called peony.

peony

Don

Peony is enchanting and chaotic, and a country is crazy about gold.

5. Begonia

Spring in Shu

Tangzhenggu

Begonia is alone in the wind outside the towel, and its sleeves provoke the dust of Shu for no reason.

The book of spring

Tang xueneng

The long moon is just the night of cold food, and chun yin has just passed Haitang.

6. Lotus

Han Yi's giving up others is doing something.

Don

Hemerocallis contain Dan powder, and lotus flowers hold green houses.

Dawn outside Jingci Temple

Song Yang Wanli

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

7.osmanthus fragrans

Changsha presents Heng Yue Zhu Rongfeng Prajna Zen Master.

Don Liu Changqing

Osmanthus fragrans is idle, and the flowing water has no intention of recovering from west to east.

Send Guilin in the third year of high school

Don Wang Changling

Plum blossoms on the ridge invade the snow and dark, and when they return, they also smell sweet-scented osmanthus.

8.jasmine flower

Hojoji six ancestors quit the altar.

Don Li Qunyu

Jasmine blossoms in the sky, Brahma trees fall on bodhi.

9. Lotus

[Koike] Yang Wanli

Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,

The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.

Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,

Dragonflies are already standing on it?

8. An ancient poem about flowers in summer and autumn ◇ Say ~ Lu Shuihua of Song and Zhou Dunyi are both lovely.

Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peony very much; Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.

Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages! ◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.

◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.

◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan.

Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, this lotus is fresh.

◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate. Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun.

Moving to the fish pond is a great loss. How to frost dew, should be with the canopy.

◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red.

The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.

The ship docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.

◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi is born in quiet spring, sunny and fresh. Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke.

Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the flying frost fade. If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi.

◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river.

The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.

◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.

This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.

◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant? Yao's seats are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is too late.

Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.

◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.

Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.

Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon. It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.

◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. ◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.

My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.

Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.

◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village.

◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn. Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly.

In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. ◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet.

The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream.

◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.

◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.

◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is blue. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.

The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.

How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves.

Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus. ◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back.

Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.

◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.

◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building.

We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook.

The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.

◇ Autumn dusk in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, all the lotus flowers are gone, and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.

I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written. ◇ butterfly lovers, Yan's first "Frost Twist" was a great disappointment.

Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave.

Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears.

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