The cold grass in the setting sun has heavy doors, and the moss is full of rain basins.

Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget.

My heart is a little delicate, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night.

Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late.

Baochai

During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.

Rouge washes away the shadow of autumn, and snow absorbs the soul.

A flower is brighter when it is pale, and a jade is traceless when it is sad.

Pay for Bai Di's cleanliness, or you will faint if you don't talk.

Precious jade

Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven knots are saved into a basin of snow.

Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.

Xiao Feng let go of thousand worries, and Su Yu added a tear.

Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk. Dai Yu

Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is broken into jade pots.

Steal a pear core for three cents and borrow a plum blossom soul.

The moon cave fairy sews clothes, and the woman in Autumn is always in my heart wipes her tears.

Who is shy and speechless, tired of leaning on the west wind night has fainted.

auspicious cloud

one

The immortal went to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.

Of course, frost prefers cold, and it's not Guan Qian who keeps her soul.

Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks.

But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache.

Secondly,

The terrace leads to Robbie Gate, which is also suitable for corners and basins.

Flowers are hard to find a partner because they like cleanliness, and people are easy to break their souls because they are sad about autumn.

Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.

The deep passion attracts Chang 'e, but the night is dim in the empty corridor.

Chrysanthemum poetry

Yi Juheng Wu Jun

Look at the west wind and meditate, when the reed is red and white and heartbroken.

There is no trace of the old garden in autumn, and the moon is bright and the frost is clear.

I miss my heart and go with the goose. I sit and listen to the evening anvil.

Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again in Chongyang?

Planting Chrysanthemum-Hony Son

The autumn garden with hoes was moved here and planted in front of the fence.

I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.

There are thousands of poems about autumn, and a glass of drunkenness.

Fill the spring with mud, seal the land and cherish it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.

Gong Ju Xia Zhen's old friend.

Playing the piano and thinking about wine is fascinating, and several cases are Tingting.

The neighbor has three paths of incense, and the book thrower is opposite to one autumn.

First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, the nursery was cold, and the sun set to reminisce about the past.

The world that is proud of the same smell is not as good as staying in the spring breeze for a long time.

Painting chrysanthemums-Heng

I don't know how crazy the pen after the poem is, so it's a contest between Dan Qing and Fei.

Picking leaves splashes thousands of ink, saving flowers to dye a few traces of frost.

Light and strong gods will shadow in front of the wind, and the end of autumn wrists will be fragrant.

Don't admit that Dongli is idle, and stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang.

Zanju-Jiaoxiake

The bottle for the hedge is busy every day, so I have to pay attention to the makeup in the mirror.

Chang' an childe loves flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is addicted to alcohol.

The short temples are cold and exposed in three ways, and the kudzu towel is dyed with nine autumn cream.

Clap your hands and laugh at the roadside when you are in high spirits.

Jumeng-Princess Xiaoxiang

The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon.

To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.

I will die with the goose when I sleep, and I will be upset when I am surprised.

Who will you complain about when you wake up? The grass is dying and the smoke is cold. Interview with Zhu Hongyi's son

Take a trip to first frost while the weather is fine. The medicine in the glass won't last long.

Who planted it in first frost a month ago? I don't care about the fence outside the threshold.

Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough.

If the yellow flower pities the poet, it won't hang the staff today.

Duiju-Xia Zhen's old friend

Other gardens are more expensive than gold, one cluster is shallow and the other is deep.

Sit on the edge of the fence and kneel in the cold fragrance.

It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant.

Qiu Guang didn't waste time to disappoint him, so he should cherish every inch of silver.

Chanting chrysanthemums-Princess Xiaoxiang

The rogue poet, the devil, invaded unconsciously and sank around the wall stone.

I wrote it in the frost at the tip of my hair and sang to the moon with fragrance in my mouth.

The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.

From Tao to Zhang, Changfeng said today.

Wenju-Princess Xiaoxiang

If you want to know how autumn feels, just mumble and knock on Dongli.

When you stood coldly, who hid and Bloom was late?

How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?

If you don't talk about everything in the world, why don't you talk about it?

Chrysanthemum shadow-pillow summer old friend

Qiu Guang overlapped heavily, and it sneaked into the third path.

The window depicts the distance through the sparse light, and the fence screen is exquisite.

Leng Xiang's soul should stay, and the frost seal is vivid and empty.

Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it.

Residual drama-banana chin

The dew and frost gradually pour again, and the feast is only after the light snow.

There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches.

It's cold and late in Wan Li.

Autumn wind will know goodbye next year, and we will not miss each other for a while.

willow

Like a dream-Xiangyun

Is it embroidered velvet spitting, rolling up half a curtain of fragrant mist and picking it up with your hands, which makes cuckoo cry and envy? Don't move! Don't move! Don't let spring go.

Xijiangyue-Baoqin

Hanyuan is scattered in a limited way, and Sui Dykes are scattered all over the place.

In several courtyards, whose house is covered with fragrant snow? Jiangnan Jiangbei is generally like this, but it is hateful to leave people!

Like a dream-Daiyu

The powder falls in a hundred flowers, and the fragrance stays in the Yanlou. Clouds are in pairs. Wandering like a thin life, empty and romantic.

Every grass and tree knows sorrow, but youth is bald! Alas, who will give up and accept this life? Regardless, I went to marry Dong myself and put up with it for a long time.

Linjiangxian-Baochai

In Bai Yutang, after dancing in the spring, the east wind blows evenly. There are many bees and butterflies. After a few times, the water will be left behind.

Never change, let him get together and share. Laughter has no roots in youth, and good wind helps me get to Qingyun!

Ode to the Grand View Garden

Vast and pleasant plaque-Spring Festival

The landscape of the garden is exquisite, and I was ordered to be ashamed of my topic.

Who believes that there is such a situation in the world?

The plaque of article creation-Xichun

Mountains and rivers drag thousands of miles,

The balcony rises in five clouds.

Garden repair, the sun and the moon win glory,

This landscape captures the advantages of this article.

Ninghui Zhong Rui tablet Xue Baochai

Fiona Fang Garden was built in the west of the Imperial City, which was shrouded in auspicious clouds and became a spectacle.

When repairing the hairpin, I like to move Yingying out of the valley and wait for Feng's arrival.

The style of writing lingers until the evening, and filial piety will be restored to the province.

Ruizao Cai Xian is full of crayons. How dare you resign again?

And feng lai, does history, Baoyu.

Xiuyu has just made her debut and deserves to be treated like a phoenix.

The poles are green and dripping, both green and cool.

Building water hinders steps, and wearing curtains hinders ding Xiang.

Don't shake the ghosting, the day is long.

Hongyi express

When the president is quiet, he goes out in pairs.

Green wax is still rolling in spring, and red makeup stays up all night.

Hanging crimson sleeves against the railing and leaning against the stone to protect the smoke.

Dongfeng, the master should be merciful.

Zheng Hui plaque in Vientiane-Tanchun

The famous garden is so powerful that I am ashamed of my knowledge.

Exquisiteness can't be said for a while, everything is brilliant.

Talent and romance plaque Li Wan

Xiushui famous mountains embrace back, romantic literary talent wins Penglai.

Green song-cutting fan grass, red lining Hunan skirt dance plum blossom.

Pearl jade will be handed down from generation to generation, and the immortal is lucky enough to go down to Yaotai.

Once this famous garden is invited to visit, no mortal is allowed to come here.

The Monument of Immortal Garden-Lin Daiyu

Where is the famous garden built? Wonderland is not red.

Add new scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people.

He Xing invites pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car.

Yi Zhi qingfen

The garden is full of weeds, and the radish helps the fragrance.

Soft lining with three spring grasses, gently dragging a wisp of fragrance.

Light smoke twists and turns, cold green drops cloister.

Who is the song of the pond? Xie Jia has a long dream.

Apricot curtains are in sight

Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and you can see a villa.

Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang.

A bed of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant.

In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave.

extempore verse

Spring nights are the best.

Clouds in the sky disperse, and frogs across the lane are even more unreal.

The pillow is light and cold, and it rains outside the window.

Yingying cries for whom, and Xiaohua is worried for me.

Nature is lazy, lazy, and can't stand laughing often.

Autumn night is the most beautiful.

There is no noise in crimson Yun Xuan, and osmanthus streamers soak the yarn.

The moss locks the stone pattern to make the crane sleep, and the well floats and the tung exposes the wet crow.

I carried the maids to Shu Jinfeng, and those who leaned against the threshold went back to Cui Hua.

I can't sleep at night because I'm thirsty for wine, but I make tea when I smoke heavily. Summer nights are the best.

Tired embroiderers dream long, and golden cage parrots call tea soup.

The windows are bright and clean, the musk deer moon opens the palace mirror, and the house is full of fragrance.

Amber cups are slippery and glass sills are cool.

Shuige moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls up the evening makeup of Zhulou.

Winter nights are the best.

It's late at night, and Brocade is still awake.

Songying saw only a courtyard crane, and the pear flower could not hear the warbler everywhere.

Daughter Cui sleeve poem cold, son gold mink wine light.

But I like to wait on my son to try tea and sweep the new snow in time to cook.

Chant of eating crabs

Precious jade

Claws prefer sweet-scented osmanthus shade, and vinegar splashing ginger makes them crazy.

The greedy prince and grandson should have wine, but the rampant son has no intestines.

Cold accumulation between umbilicus leads to forgetfulness, and fingers smell fishy.

Originally, there was a beautiful mouth and a beautiful belly in the world, and the fairy laughed all her life.

Baochai eats crabs.

Guiyin sits in mourning, and Chang 'an looks forward to Chongyang.

There is no latitude and longitude in the road ahead, and the skin is black and yellow in spring and autumn.

When the wine is not fishy, use chrysanthemum and ginger to prevent cold accumulation.

What are the benefits of falling into the kettle today? Yuepu has surplus grain and millet fragrance. Daiyu

The armored commander will never forget until he dies, and likes to taste the color first.

The chelated tender jade is full, the shell is convex and fragrant with red fat.

What a pity for your mother, who will advise me to help you?

During the festive season, fragrant chrysanthemum is frosty.

encrinite

Xue Lu 'an's impromptu poems for alliance.

The north wind is tight all night, and the west wind.

Open the door, the snow is still floating. It's white in the mud, Li Wan.

Cherish Qiong Yao everywhere. Deliberately filial to Prunella vulgaris and Xiangling.

There is no intention to decorate withered. If the price is high, the village will mature and explore spring.

Nian Renfu Liang Rao. Richie, a gray flight pipe.

Yang went back to the bucket. Hanshan has lost its green, gentle.

Frozen pu doesn't smell the tide. It is easy to hang willow branches and smoke.

Bananas with broken leaves are difficult to pile. Musk coal melts into Baoding Xiangyun.

The golden mink in the armhole. Just grab the window mirror and cherish the piano.

Incense sticks to the pepper on the wall. The oblique wind is still there, Daiyu.

Talk in a dream. Where is the plum flute? Precious jade

Whose Yu Di is this? Ao Chou Kun is trapped in the shaft, Baochai.

Dragons fight in the clouds. The wild shore belongs to the lonely mountain, Xiangyun.

Sing a whip and point to Baqiao. Give Qiu pity and care, and cherish the piano.

Add a thread read feature. Try to avoid foreign risks, Xiangyun.

Zhike is afraid of being shaken. Baochai gently occupied the steps.

Dance with your waist. Cooking taro is a new reward, Daiyu.

Sprinkling salt is an old proverb. A reed is still fishing, and Baoyu is here.

A forest axe can't smell firewood. Like a thousand peaks protruding, a treasure piano.

The snake is far away. Lace is cold, like a cloud.

The color is afraid of frost fading. Deep courtyard scares the cold birds to explore spring.

The empty mountain mourned for the old (owl). Up and down the steps, the smoke went out.

The water in the pool is floating. Shining on the dawn and auspicious clouds in Linqing.

Always colorful until the night. Forget three feet of cold, Daiyu.

Swiss ninety cents. Xiangyun, who asked when you were lying stiffly?

Crazy tourists like to recruit people. The cat is broken and the piano is precious.

Lost in the sea. auspicious cloud

Lonely to Taige, Daiyu

Poor and pregnant. auspicious cloud

The ice for making tea is boiling and soaking.

Boiling wine leaves are hard to burn. auspicious cloud

A monk who can't sweep the mountain without a broom, Daiyu

The piano buried in the ground was picked up by a child. Baoqin

A stone building is a sleepy crane, auspicious clouds.

Gold (technology) warms the mother cat. Daiyu

The moon hole turns over the silver wave, Baoqin.

Xia chibiao. auspicious cloud

Qin has a chewing head, Daiyu.

The bamboo pole is drunk and can be tuned. Baochai

Still wet mandarin duck belt, Baoqin.

Shining jade is pretty. auspicious cloud

Daiyu still has a pulse without wind.

It rains, but it doesn't. Baoqin

I want to be happy today, Li Wan.

Poems of Zhu Shunyao and Li Qi

Autumn and evening couplets in the third five-year plan

Autumn night in mid-March

Make a clear plan to travel to the Yuan Dynasty. You can jump in the sky.

There are many strings everywhere, and some lights fly wildly.

Who doesn't open the porch? Light cold air scissors,

Beautiful night scenes, grabbing cakes and laughing at yellow hair,

Divide it into green flowers. The heart is fragrant and fragrant,

The color sword is Mao Jin Xuan. Candle Huiqiong

The flowers and drums are loud, and the sun is swaying in the courtyard.

Make a mess of the beautiful garden. Give orders to Cao Zun,

Pat and listen to three announcements. Let Ayabeni score.

Su Cai accepts Kun. Reward and punishment do not distinguish between subject and object.

The preface of the poem is Zhong Kui. When thinking, lean on the threshold.

Imitate the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there.

To make matters worse, I have lost my happiness. I gradually heard this sentence and laughed.

There are traces of snow and frost in the air. The dew mass is facing the bacteria.

The court gathers at dusk, and the stone marrow is poured in autumn.

The wind leaves gather the roots of the clouds. Bao Wu is lonely and clean,

People rushed to the cold. They invited cows to fight with girls.

Take the opportunity to treat the emperor and grandson.

It's dark and empty. A leaky kettle will dry up.

The flame of the window lamp has subsided. The cold pond crosses the shadow of the crane,

Leng Yue buried the flower soul.

Miaoyu Zhong You Autumn Night Grand View Garden Impromptu Couplet 35 Rhymes

The seal sells the golden tripod, and the fat ice is greasy with the jade pot.

Xiao increases women's crying, and money waits on children.

Empty account hanging style, idle screen hidden color for their honeymoon.

Exposed thick moss is smoother, and frost is heavy and bamboo is hard to touch.

You're still wandering in the swamp. You're still where you are.

Strange stones and ghosts hit the wall, while wooden monsters crouch.

(Be sure to be good) Light passes through, light passes through.

There are thousands of birds in the forest and an ape in the valley.

How to forget the familiar road, the spring knows the source.

Zhongming Cui Yi Temple, Daoxiang Village chickens sing.

Happy is happy, sad is sad, why?

Love only sends itself, to whom does elegance speak?

The tea maker talked about it in more detail.

Three people sing red berries.

Red Xing Xiuyan

Before the apricot blossoms in Momoka, before the east wind laughs at the cold.

The soul flies to Yuling, the spring scenery is hard to distinguish, and the clouds are separated from the dream.

The green calyx adds makeup to the torch, and the fairy helps the drunken cross the rainbow.

It looks like an ordinary color, and the shade is determined by his ice and snow.

Plum blossom pattern

Bai Mei is lazy to give red plums, which is beautiful and beautiful, and first meets intoxicating eyes.

My face was covered with blood, and my infatuation without hatred turned to dust.

Swallow Dan medicine by mistake to remove the true bone, and steal Yaochi to take off the old tire.

It is said that bees and butterflies are full of doubts.

The word "flower" Xue Baoqin.

Sparse branches are gorgeous flowers, and children strive for luxury in spring makeup.

There is no snow in the quiet room, and there is a sunset in the running water.

The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance is crimson.

The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and the color difference is beyond doubt.

Daiyu's autumn window is stormy

Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows.

I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain!

Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly! Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.

I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.

Tears and candles shake Ruo short, pulling sadness, shining hatred, away from love.

Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain?

Luo can't stand the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.

Even at night, the pulse blows again, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.

The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.

I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.

Daiyu's ci of burying flowers

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes spring and dusk, and her sadness is full of nowhere to release.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with both hands and endure falling flowers again and again.

The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!

Although we can peck at flowers and hairs next year, people will not tend to go to empty nests.

360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,

When can I be aboveboard? Once I wander, it's hard to find.

Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, which suffocates the people who bury flowers in front of the steps.

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

The blue light shone on the wall and people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.

Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of being wordless.

May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan?

If you don't collect beautiful bones, a pure land will shelter you from the wind.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.

The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

We see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

Daiyu's father

The wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away.

Leaning against the railing, I cried. The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the window.

I'm afraid the Milky Way is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.

What happened to my son was not free, but what happened to me was more troublesome. My son and I hit it off.

Think of the ancients and give nothing. Life is like light dust, and the world regrets it.

I sympathize with you, but I don't know how to be in the sky and the moon.

Where I live.

I live in Xi, the peak of the green ridge. I swim in HarmonyOS Xi space.

I'll swim with whoever swims with me. I am boundless, and I will return to the wilderness.

Dai Yu wrote three poems about old handkerchiefs.

one

My eyes are full of tears, my eyes are full of tears. Who did you throw them away for?

It's not sad to give a gift to a person with big tears!

Secondly,

Throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals the town day, and it is unintentional.

It is difficult to wipe the sleeves on the pillow, so he is set on fire and stained.

third

It's hard to gather pearls on the colorful line, and the old traces of Xiangjiang River are blurred.

Thousands of bamboos in front of the window, no fragrance?