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Complete works of beautiful poems describing orchids
The beautiful poems describing orchids are as follows:

1, the evening window is fragrant, and the wind shadow wants to weave.

2, winter grass is cold and blue, and orchid is also a flower.

3, Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.

4. Orchids grow in the valley, and Qiu Lai is full of flowers.

5, orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.

6. Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and the grass is exhausted.

7. Orchids have a high degree, weak quality and bitter taste.

8. The painting of Guan Fu is scattered, and the painting of Banqiao is blue.

9. Don't let thorns turn into orchids, outsiders will look on coldly.

10, blurred Xiao Ai dew cold, eternal heroes cry.

1 1. Yesterday, I searched for spring and went out of the forbidden customs. Every peach and willow had no orchids.

12, the rain is too deep, the brush and inkstone in the forest are cold, and the female orchid has no lang.

13, Lansheng Valley is unknown. I am a guest in Dong Xuan.

14, a wonderful orchid in Ganzhou, Xijiang, once bought several pots of flowers to see.

15, the flowers are shallow in summer and deep in spring, and several stems are disorderly.

16, write Lan Zhi full of spring, and add a few messy hazelnuts.

17, orchid, spearmint, pine branch length.

18, 180 arrows set out from Qiu Lan and sent to Jiaoshan Stone House.

19, the orchids on the top of the mountain bloom early, and the small arrows on the mountainside still contain the fetus.

20. Orchids are everywhere, and their fragrance is average.

2 1, it is always fearless to ask the sky not to laugh, and I also cherish the sadness of orchids.

22. Nine orchids went to the riverside field, and eight flowers were unfinished.

23, Yungu graceful and restrained, Qing Xiang Xiu. The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty benefits.

24, an empty stone, a few stems of grass. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.

25. I thought a lot, but my heart ached far away. The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.