-Qing Qianlong

Yellow calyx thick green leaves, thousands of villages press new oil.

Love the people's livelihood for the people, not idle flowers and weeds.

Su Xinshi xugong shop

-Don Yang Wanli

The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

Visit the landscape of Du Xuan again

-Don Liu Yuxi

Half of the 100-acre courtyard is covered with moss and peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Where Taoism returned, Liu Lang came again today.

Sufengqu monk's house

-Tang Wen Tingjun

The eastern suburbs are fresh and fragrant as dust.

A guest house is tired, and a monk draws an old friend on the wall.

The mulberry scenery in Wotian is late, and the cauliflower in Ye Ping is spring.

I miss Yan family color more, and the breeze is white.

Liang Xianxun's "Public House"

-Tang Qiji

There is a tall room on one side of the Wuwang Temple, and the curtain shadow Nanxuan is growing.

Blowing the wild wind in the garden, the peach leaves are green, and the spring dew cauliflower is yellow.

The hanging lamp just silently goes backwards, and the front of the case is slim.

Knowing that there is a tiger flowing back to the dream, the temple door is loose and the monk dies.

What is a peaceful way?

Wang Qing Wen zhi

At night, the spring rain moistens the weeping willows, and the new spring water is not satisfied with the pond.

At dusk, the wind blows across the plain, and flowers and vegetables are mixed with tofu pudding.

Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest

-Song Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Black night cry

-Zheng Song Xun Chu

The river is faintly visible. Distinguish the masts. Infinite green wheat, cauliflower yellow. There is hate today, tears streaming down her face, and the sunset is red several times. It's not a slave house, and it's desolate.

Manjiang

—— Lu Yuan and Wen Gui

Try to check the spring, it's not in the thatched cottage at all. Outside the desert city, the grass withered and crowed. Yellow dyed cauliflower is unintentional, and green painted willow leaves are vulgar. Memories of prosperity, unlike youth travel, are sad. Tang dock brocade, pear garden jade. Yi Yan dance, Ying Gechun. Clear sky, loss and golden valley of Wuqiao. There is endless fragrance in the thread, and when I return, the strings ring one by one. Afraid of the sunset, the shadows scattered near dusk, burning silver candles.

Parrots parrot, father's garden

-Yuan Fengzi Zhen

Live in front of the mountain. Listen to dad with a smile. Pulley is holding the urn to water the cup, with a little Yangchun cream. Butterflies also fly between cauliflowers and fly away when the warm wind blows. Apricot buds are fragrant with red leek and tender spring, which is a drinking place next to the old earthen basin.