Poems full of warmth

Year: Tang Author: Wei

Knowledge is the same as ignorance, and wisdom is the same as strangeness. Yu Yan had to hold hands and enjoy the night view again and again. Be smart to accompany Gao Yong and enjoy China calmly. One by one, the storm moved south to Guiyang Mountain. The old inner door was empty and everything was hidden. Looking at the city in despair, the sequence of seclusion will last forever. A hundred flowers blossom in the spring breeze, and the warmth becomes a well. Sleeping alone all day, the book is hopeless. I should only look at the rain and dew and touch the desolate land.

Yong Yu le Wen feng ying jiao

Year: Song Author:

The wind is warm, the warbler is charming, the dew is thick and the flowers are heavy, and the weather is warm. Courtyard smoke, crying and dancing drowsiness, helpless gold piles. Who's smart? Brothel is in charge, which makes Mengyun restless. Looking back on that time and that tattooed pillow, I have never been alone. Fancy grows old, but old friends are hard to get together. There's a slight mistake here. Yuanlang Fairy Medicine, a man, wrote a long story and told a profound story about his plan. There are green mountains and green waters in ancient and modern times. Where are the old feelings?

Jin Tang Chun/Jin Tang Chun Slow

Year: Song Author: Anonymous

It snows and freezes in Chu Qing, seeking leisure and enjoying famous gardens. When I looked at the pavilion, I leaned over Zhu Lan. The face is cold and thin, and the frost leaves are not full. Look at the depths of the small platform, count the plum blossoms and release the spring force. Flowers don't hate to bloom late, but bloom grows fast, so they are often taught first. This is not Dong Jun's whisper, it is warm and one-sided. Want to send Jiangnan sound consumption, miss old friends, across the vast clouds. One is to give people spring scenery, waiting for the rich to hand down the golden knife.

wind

Year: Tang author:

When the city is cold, it's hard to think about it, and the clods are in a dilemma. Waves and rivers and lakes drifting far away have blown up the dust in Beijing and Luo Zhong. Snow falls, wax remains, flowers fall, and ancient palaces remain. Spring can shake autumn warmth, and life and death are the same as nature.

Poems about going home with the mysterious country;

Year: Tang author:

The wind is warm and fragrant. After reading it for a long time, I believe that beauty is not my hometown.

Twelve Rhymes of Flowers and Wang Zhongyi

Year: Song Author: Mei

In spring, the sun is everywhere, and it is also beautiful. Peach and plum mixed with mountain cherry, red and white, flourishing. Ying Ying is charming, lavender is different. The leaves are big and the stems are strong, and the calyx clusters are dense. The picture shows the tree of the palace, which shrugs at Bai Yuyuan. Height has never been close to the secular, but it gives a glimpse of heaven and man. In today's planting county court, there is no moving roots at all. But I'm glad the east wind is coming, and I don't hate it. If the birds don't tread, the bees and butterflies will rest. I heard about the Korean lawsuit yesterday and wrote a good poem for you. Love Yin without fiber, just follow Yin. The public is also holding this, and there is no doubt that they sit up.