What are the poems about grapefruit?

Li Bai climbed the Xiling Tower in Yangzhou in autumn.

The pagoda is green and desolate, and there are four shortages to climb.

The top is high and the vitality is close, which marks the length of the sea cloud.

Vientiane is divided into empty boundaries and painted beams in three days.

Water shakes the golden shadow, and fire shines every day.

The bird brushed the curtain and embroidered it.

The eye breaks with the road, and the heart drives the sail.

Dew bath is white, and frost urges orange and pomelo yellow.

If jade is visible, please take a photo here.

Qiu Deng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building by Li Bai

In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.

Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.

Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

Huang Furan, seeing Prince Kuizhou off.

At the edge of the building in the evening sunshine, in front of the Three Armies Gorge.

White clouds are scattered with the waves, and blue walls are connected with mountains.

Wanling mine snow, thousands of orange pomelo river.

I still like to go to Hanoi and go to the sky.

Escape from the West Lake is very neat.

Old hidden Dongting west, fishing firewood * * * a stream.

Lonely crane in front of the piano, monk on the stone.

The orange pomelo garden is ripe, but the path is lost.

Can neighbors be allowed to merge and divide medicines? Spring cup.

Twenty Rhymes of Xiaoxiang: Miracle

It's hard to talk about two waters, and you can't get through separation.

Cold passes through thousands of veins, and the number of States is clear.

Everything is white when it is wide, and muddy when it arrives.

Wen Shunyu after the trip, see Gan Kun outside.

Putin fished at leisure, and the cool geese in the bay came from the chariot.

At the end of the night, the clouds see the autumn marks.

Twilight hides near the temple, and cold wave approaches the village.

Li Sao spreads eternal hatred and plays the soul with drums and instruments.

The fog embraces the ichthyosaur grottoes, and the island is rooted.

Autumn sails go up and down, and sunset trees sink.

There are few willows and few sandbars, but there are many mosses on the ancient shore.

Birds build nests on oranges and pomelo, and otters enter orchids.

The color is unique to Jiangnan and is very famous at sea.

Wu Touxiong did not stop, and Hankou swallowed it.

Clear sky in Wan Li, sunny, Feng Yi's letter suddenly turned over.

Crossing the far peak, the green overlaps, and there are countless small flowers.

The electric potential is connected with the smoke, sound and rain spray rising in the lake.

Shake the passenger ship and throw bottles of wild people.

Whoever digs poorly will have his own source.

I was injured in nine songs, including Turbid Out of Kunlun.

"Autumn Evening Send Nephew" Miracle

Every autumn night, I remember my hometown before the lamp.

The garden is full of oranges and pomelo, and the window is blue and xiaoxiang.

There is still a long way to go when you are old.

Brothers should be alive, digging mulberry in the fire.

"Huai Ti Xiu Ren Shang" Miracle

Upstairs, Zhong Xuan looks at Shenhu Lake, Xiaoxiang is healthy for you.

You can divide the bait when you are sick, and you can talk about kung fu when you meet someone.

In Luo Shan Temple, autumn comes early, and the edge of Orange Pomelo Island is sunny.

I promised to send myself to Huayue, so I'll stay here and brush bottles and cans.

Yuan Zhen, enjoy the happy early summer.

Courtyard friends have drooping fruit, but swallow nests have no overnight chicks.

I also resigned from Yanshe. I was so ignorant.

Your poem is early summer, and I sigh that autumn is long.

The local conditions and customs of food are different, and the seasons are different.

Weeds are all over the fields. They moved to the river and lived there.

After eight days, the moon will invade half after nine days.

Yuan Zhen of Forty Rhymes on the Riverside

Officials borrow riverside houses and are naturally low-lying.

Danger bypassed the bad structure and handed it over to the long suburbs.

Strange owls frequently inhabit, and jumping frogs are quite confusing.

There is always no fence around to pay, especially for fear of tigers roaring.

Stop fishing to attract otters. Empty hamsters are the enemy of cats.

Lack of soil annoys ants, and pillar rot fears hiding dumplings.

Snakes swallow finches and wolves chase wild birds.

Dogs are scared and chickens are noisy.

Poor and willing to keep, desolate and filthy.

Break the curtain and fly, when the door flies.

The meander turned into a swamp, but the corridor took its place.

The bridge is always stumbling and the horse is sick.

One by one, the bed on the head was built again.

The shame of mud is crimson, and I want to go through the rain.

Taking care of each other is a tortoise, who can get back together?

I swear my heart will come and go and I will eat too much.

How to escape from the mat and move the words to the old friends.

The column is reserved for logging, and the cover is ashamed to divide the grass.

Golden pheasants are lined with yellow pheasants, and the peaks are green.

The tile fights on the water, and the jade knocks on the ground.

Fang Chu picked from Jingshan and repaired the cymbals.

Hide the awl, stab Lei Zhen, and break bamboo arrows's singing.

At the beginning of the morning, it stops at noon, and you should always rummage through your cell.

The kitchen has prepared delicious food.

Yu Ning, everyone, is the nest of Yanhe.

The halls are rutted, and the stable in China is called Pushao.

All sizes, dare to throw waves.

There are only white cranes in the cage, and the branches are green? .

Make a sofa and put it in a basket. If you close it, you refuse to fight.

Do a good job of preventing swabbing and put the glue in the secret room.

Courtyard lawn assistant, garden vegetable children.

This picture is planted at leisure, so choose fertilizer.

Green pomelo is diligent, and red pomegranate is copied.

Crabs are washed in the pool and melons are picked up.

Looking at the sand bird in the sun, sharpening the knife and blasting the sea snapper.

Luo Hui repaired the medicine stove and built a stack to read the bow.

All holidays are taught by learning, and children are too lazy to teach.

The most convenient time for Tao Jing to drink is also such a melancholy sneer.

When you hear the news near Pu, you will know it from a distance.

If Wang Sun has any problems, he must swing the sheath for him.

Eight autumn poems by Yuan Zhen

Autumn is full of emotions every year. It is born in the rain.

Gradually, I want the fireworks to approach, and I feel a little pity for the clothes.

Poetry stands idle, remembering things late at night.

Get into the usual habits and don't be sad.

Mosquito rain is rolling, candle moth lights are sparse.

Crying in the cold autumn, thinking about women asking about cold clothes.

The curtain is broken, fireflies come in and bats fly in the window.

Day and night passed, and gradually ran counter to a strong heart.

The eaves are dripping, and the windows are raining.

The pillow tilting cylinder slides and the curtain lamp turns over.

It's hard to call Yaner to sleep and recite poems.

I can't sleep, but neither can I.

The bottle pours rain on the eaves, and the window excites the arrow wind.

Sick hate dim lights, cold feeling thin and empty.

The maid reported that the firewood was exhausted, and his wife was worried about the hospital.

Old grass counts and teaches Cai Chengdong.

The limelight is hard to get a pillow, and the sick eyes are tired of reading.

There is no wine to sell in the long night, and the lights are brilliant.

Three yuan pushes the king, and nine Yao Jin multiplies and divides.

There are more temples in the corridor, and the uneven pattern is too empty.

After the hedge fell, it went into the autumn fields.

Bamboo hangs sorrow, lotus loses pity for the empty room.

The small arrow is white, and the low grapefruit is yellow.

In front of us, we are all fellow villagers.

Willow branches are weak and the scenery is oblique.

Dragonflies cherish the dew, while butterflies love autumn flowers.

Hungry hedges, full of cold habitats of tree crows.

There is no family in the desolate billiards hall.

Ten years of suffering and ten days of cloudy days.

People are taught to be mice, and God is not sent to make fish.

Bloom is the sword of the city, and the bookworm of the jack-o'-lantern is withered.

The smell of mud is exhausted, and the car has nowhere to be destroyed.

Liu Zongyuan's "Poems of Delingheng"

You are in the hot air, and there is no sigh in the hot south. When autumn comes, several rows of wild geese come to your habitat.

The real south, like towns-settlements, zigzag mountains are as high as halberds; Like Cang Kejia, the water in Nanxi is as hot as boiling water.

It is the falling reeds that contain the autumn fog, and it is the delicate orange pomelo that reveals the sunset glow.

Although I am not a tourist in the south of the Yangtze River, I still send you this poem to express your wishes for Xiaoxiang Water from afar.