Poems describing the beauty of women under red leaves

"Partridge sky, purple Zhu Molun music like a stream" Song is anonymous.

Zi Mo Zhu Lun went like running water. Small silver hook at the beginning of lilac. By asking about the gap in Qin Lou Road, I caught a glimpse of the delicate fingers. Gold about the wrist, jade scratching his head. Teach people to look at it but pretend to be ashamed. To say that there are no running red leaves, it is especially a kind of sorrow in Taoyuan.

Liu Song Kezhuang, "Manjianghong, Nanjing, Jiao Hong"

The path is red, and children throw pebbles. Knowing that the canal is, the fairy family changes, and the Buddhist family is empty. There is no reason for young women not to work hard. Zigu is already fascinated. But this pair, flying butterflies among the empty branches, are flying and resting.

The number of whales is decreasing, and the pony is worried. I regret what I have done. Full of new tunes, playing clouds and musical instruments. As his red leaves float, depression becomes a green country. I remember climbing the bridge and the pool, leaving no trace.