The bow of the boat was raining like silk last night, and the cymbidium in my basin was flooded.

Numerous Rui contend for the opening of the repair day, and it is the time when tourists get home.

Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"

Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou said thank you.

There is still the color of Qinhuai Fangcao, and the light is evenly dyed with sunset red.

Wang Shishen's Feng Nv Painted Orchids

Beggars get the beauty written by poets, and the jade pool is clear and beautiful.

As soon as I say nothing from the weak quality, Ye Ye's proposal is pitiful.

Shi Tao's Moran

The roots have left the dust, so there is no poetry, and poetry is given to loneliness.

A thousand incense sticks have been used to anyone, and they are relieved when the ink is spilled in the pool.

Moran

The bones are clear and the leaves are true, and the wind is amazing.

My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.

Moran

Aside from Yao Cao's spring star, I am tired of listening to Huang Tingmeng.

Under the leaves, you cross the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.

Believe that he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless.

Every flower can't be infatuated, but there is more fragrance in pouring dust.

Aisingiorro Xuanye's Qiu Lan.

In front of the temple, there are potted plants, and the orchids are unique. In the past, they were called the king's fragrance, and they were also the gentlemen of the square, because of the four rhymes.

Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaves.

Love this king's incense and show the atrium with flowers.

Youfen is scattered, and the static shadow is sparse.

Is it necessary to have more than nine books, and waste them on the Sao scriptures?

The bamboo trees in Yunqi are very lush and the mountains are full of orchids.

The mountain path is Xu He, and the sound of the stream is heard everywhere.

The bamboo is dark and cloudy, and the ancient wood is dry.

Listen to the birds singing on the threshold, and climb the cliff to collect different scents.

Spring is half over, and everything is blooming.

Ode to the orchid

Graceful flowers with long green leaves, it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.

Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.

Cheng Fan's "Yong Huai"

Lan is the king's fragrance, and Fenfu is in the breeze.

Never rock cave posture, do not compete for prosperity and beauty.

Cao Yin's Winter Orchid

Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are also flowers.

As clear as a grain digger, as thin as a poet.

Cong xiu has a few strands of hair, and the top is divided into double buns.

The evening window is fragrant and fragrant, and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.

Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan

The jungle grows in a valley, and the berries are thin all over the forest.

If you don't sew, you'll get hurt. It's better than being a doorknob.

After crossing the Guanshan Mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.

Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang Jing Luo.

Think lightly and return to the fragrance in the day, and the clear spring should be soaked in the evening.

The jade ball bounces again and again, and the sky can be used.

Hua Yan's Orchid

Clouds and valleys are solid and graceful, and you fen is clear and cultivated.

The cool breeze moves the night, and the beautiful woman asks for it.

Gao Fenghan's "On Zheng Banqiao's Painting of Lan Chen's Painting of Fu Song"

Irrigation painting is loose and fragmented, and Banqiao painting is blue and blue.

Lan Li Pi, Lan You Xiang, and the pine branch blows with a long wind.

Sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too mad.

Huang Ren's Painting Orchids (Three Poems)

No room is fragrant, and the walls are empty.

One punch is ancient and charming, and beauty is accompanied by solitude.

I think a lot in Yuan and Li, but I feel sad from afar.

The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the appearance dare not be admired.

Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is clear and fragrant.

You came from Wangchuan and got this powder book.

The bright "writing Lanshi has sent"

An empty rock, several stems of grass.

Write about the person who sent the dust, don't forget Lin Quan.

Li Fangying's Orchid Album (Three Songs)

Blurred Xiao Ai dew cold, eternal hero tears dry.

Put pen to paper and ponder over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.

Chu's cool breeze flooded the pen, and he was a guest and lingering for 20 years.

Self-pity doesn't sing blue songs, and thousands of leaves and flowers are for the world to see.

Don't laugh when you ask for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples.

When the household is already anxious to get rid of it, it is afraid of losing fragrance when entering the mountain.

Wang Shishen's Lan

Orchids grow in the valleys, and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.

* * * quiet period with me, empty mountains want to go far away.

Empty valley voiceless picture album

The bluegrass is as good as the hermit's heart, and it is proud and self-defeating.

The spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, leaving a fragrance in the lute.

Li Yi's Ink and Wash Lan Hui

Shallow summer and deep spring are flowers, and a few stems are disorderly and oblique.

Although it is not as good as orchid, it is also extravagant to plant a hundred acres together.

Yougu Fangfei

Write wheatgrass so dripping wet, only less potted plants and stone walls.

I remember that the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and the flowers were like grass and returned home while firewood.

Jin Nong's Painting Orchids

The rain is too deep, and the brush and inkstone are cool, but there is no lang in the female orchid.

Soft notes are full of fibers, not counting Ma Siniang in Jinling.

Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan"

The ice roots and green leaves are miscellaneous and barren, and the morning dew is decorated with pearls.

Smiling half-contains half-vomits, and my heart is bright.

Shen Tong's The Orchid is Written by Mr. Yi Feng.

The orchid is empty and fragrant to the king.

The fragrant wind fills the fields, and the plain posture is clear and clear.

The pulse is affectionate, and the independence is fragrant.

He Kan Xiao and Ai, making friends with each other.

Xiao's AIDS is exposed, and Youlan suffers from severe frost.

As soon as the light and wind turn, the mining is filled with petticoats.

Zheng Xie's "Half-basin Lanrui Map"

The pot is Shimada Hanzo, and the flower is half full.

No venting, no fear of decay.

Title to orchid

Two pots of bluegrass, one night early in the morning

Flowers come one after another, late spring and summer dawn.

Title orchid

The bluegrass has made a row, and the mountains are meaningful.

Faithfulness is still self-embracing, so why fight against others?

Ba bi LAN

Cliff thousands of feet, orchids in the sky.

There are firewood pickers, so you can't reach out and fold.

Lan

Leave the roots big, why complain about the short leaves.

Spring thunder dives at night, and the fragrance enters Yunfei.

Lan

Many implicit meaning, refused to show Chun Qing.

After the Qingming Festival, the essence will enter the summer Qing Dynasty.

Title Lan (five songs)

Orchids are not flowers, but people in my eyes.

It's difficult to write this flower god with Xiang Guanbi.

Spearmint is not incense, it's my breath.

It's hard to write the taste of lips.

73-year-old man, 50-year-old painting orchid.

Let him storm and rain, and he will never fade away.

One stroke and two strokes, both of which are wonderful.

It's hard to believe in waving your hand, regardless of the previous people.

Roots are not in the ground, but flowers bloom all the year round.

It's strange that when I understand it, the cat came to me with a letter.

Thorns in the jungle

Thorns comfort their roots, and the wind reveals their spirits.

Su Xin is not angry, and the grass is also stained with Yu Chun.

"Poems of Tiqu Wengshan, a small landscape of Badashan people in Shitao Shixi, and a volume of Bai Ding Moran * * *"

The country is ruined and the temples are always ruined, and a bag of poems and paintings is Buddhist.

Spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, with no more ink spots and more tears.

Visiting Yuan Meifu, Jiao Shan to Send Orchids.

Qiu Lan sent one hundred and eighty arrows to Jiaoshan Stone House.

Xiao yue knocked on the door and handed out a simple note, and Yanfan passed Jiang Lai last night.

"The Picture of Lan Yi Hui in the Title Basin"

Chunlan is still in bloom, and A Dai is clearly called in the painting.

After reading all the glory and decline, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.

Picture of Orchids with Broken Pots

Spring rain and spring breeze write a wonderful face, and the feelings and rhyme fall into the world.

Nowadays, there is no confidant, and it is even more difficult to break the black basin.

Map of orchids on the wall

Orchids bloom early at the top of the mountain, and small arrows on the mountainside still contain fetuses.

Painters are determined to stop storing, so why bother Dongfeng to be a medium?

"Painting Zhilan Spines to Send Cai Taishi"

Write Zhilan full of spring, adding a few messy hazelnuts.

The world is full of beauty and evil, and I want to see warm and distant people.

Lan (four songs)

Qu Song's articles are high in vegetation, and the blue spectrum is coquettish.

How to sell cheap from people, cross the street.

This is a kind of flower of serenity, which does not ask Wen Da for a haze.

Picking firewood or fear of passing through the path, but also write that the mountains are covered.

Orchids are grass in the mountains, and they are planted in the mountains.

The world has planted pots of angels, so it is better to stay with the haze.

In the mountains, bluegrass is messy, leaves are warm and flowers are warm, and the climate is strong.

It's not far from the grain to send incense, it can be sent to the common dust.

"Painting Orchids to Send to Taoist Ziqiong Cliff"

Looking for it in the mountains, I found the red heart and the plain heart.

I want to send a long way, and the dew is cold and fragrant.

Broken pot orchid

Spring rain and spring breeze wash the beautiful face, and Qiongdao comes to earth in one word.

Nowadays, there is no confidant, and it is even more difficult to break the black basin.

Painting potted orchids to send Yang Dianshi of Fanxian County to Hangzhou for illness.

Orchids don't fit in Shandong, who knows the fragrance moving far away.

Draw a basin and carry it back, planting two peaks in the north and south.

After being snatched by a busybody, Yang was very worried about it. For more than ten years, I passed Hangzhou, but Yang Gong has been dead for a long time. His descendants told the story and begged him to draw a picture to make it up. It is not only the previous work, but also a poem saying that acacia has no plan to support the soul of flowers and floats into the West Lake to knock on the tomb door. Re-exhibition for the old man, still Lanzi and Lansun.

Orchid with broken branches

Painting more spring breeze is worthless, and a sapphire is half a branch.

Birds in the rising sun forest in the mountains hold out the lovesickness in February.

Painting Thorn Orchids for the Master of Lvsong

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

The path of the gate is fragrant and filthy, and only then do we know that the dharma is vast and long.

Orchid with broken branches

Xiaofeng's dew is not dry, so whoever inserts an arrow orchid in the crystal bottle,

It's like Yang Fei's new bath, and the thin Luo skirt is afraid of you.

Eight orchids

Nine orchids went to the field on the river, and eight flowers were not fulfilled.

When everything in the world is enough, leave it to cultivate and wait for the later sages.

Youlan

Turning around the green hills and mountains, the orchid hides its way back to the ring.

Who can come to the fragrant countries? Let me stay in the room for half a day.

Lan

There are pots of plants in the world, and only Qingshan is my home.

Draw into the lonely place of the cliff, covered by orchids and bamboo leaves.

Penlan

Xijiang wonderful Ganzhou orchid, once bought a few potted flowers to see.

I don't know if I can get it back in the painting, but the wind and dew in my hometown are not completely dry.

Mountain orchid

There are orchids on the mountain and under the mountain, and the fragrance is average.

Hate the world's fickle eyes, just because of the difference between high and low.

Youlan

Yesterday, I went out of the forbidden customs in search of spring, but every peach and willow had no orchid.

The city is not a high-ranking person, and it is decided to visit the secluded Sect in the mountain.

Penlan

It takes a whole orchid to buy it, and God can spare no effort to grow children and grandchildren.

Don't worry that there are still few flowers this year. Please look at the pots full of flowers next year.

Lan (eight songs)

Su Xin Lan and Chi Xin Lan always look at their hearts and guests.

Is it the spring breeze that can brew it? It used to be very cold with frost and snow.

There is no place for orchids to be arranged because the grass is in a state of disorder.

If you want to be endowed with many beautiful things, you must move your roots to the garden.

Nine orchids have been around for centuries, and orchids are not enough to make up for them.

What thorns are mixed with life, what a gentleman cares more.

Not red, not purple, not deep yellow, green and heavy leaves.

Only the west wind is partial to the meaning, and it is used to urging the stone to sweep the autumn frost.

The spring breeze came into the mountains last night, blowing the fragrant orchids everywhere.

Only bamboo is a gentleman's companion, and no other flowers can be planted together.

One peak is far away, and passers-by are close to each other.

The higher the fragrance of Lanrui, the farther away it is, and the grass in Dongting floats all over the lake.

Orchids are related to bamboo books, always between green mountains and green waters.

Frost and snow do not fade, spring is not bright, and people laugh at red and purple.

Half of the bamboo and half of the orchid, the green leaves are full of mountains.

It's always spring and summer, with no autumn air in between.

Lan

There is a way for bees and butterflies, and there is no door for clouds.

That is, the east wind is hard to focus on, and the natural fragrance is in the presence or absence.

Hui

The grass and water are surrounded by clumps, and the green leaves are dark and half-hidden.

At the place where the breeze blows, there is a tender jade and nine flowers.

Title Orchid (Ten Poems)

The taste is self-sufficient and self-fragrant, how to be reduced to darkness.

Tourists are nothing but wandering, and the spring breeze is full of grain fragrance in an instant.

Without reducing the group fragrance, the stone diameter is still strong.

However, I am surrounded by grass and grass, and I feel sorry for myself.

Eight orchids bloom seven times, and one smallpox must be planted.

Next year will be spring, just waiting for the Tianmen to ring and thunder.

In order to buy the spring breeze in February, Susong Sucao planted fields.

There are no roads across the river, and it is valuable when you arrive in Yangzhou.

A kind of orchid pen planting, which opens at four o'clock without rain and dew.

Roots are numerous and leaves are dense in spring, but it's a pity that butterflies without fragrance don't come.

The wind in the water temple is green and cool, and the nine villages in Conglan are fragrant.

Today, Li Sao is called the king's fragrance.

Beautiful women in the forest are very different, and the breeze is speechless and fragrant.

Whoever writes is endowed with spirit, so as to summon the soul to Chuxiang.

Who can dig into the mountains, long branches and short leaves make a few bloom.

Mr. Wang is good at buying Ou pots, laying stones, spreading moss and planting them carefully.

If there is fragrance from the pen, ink is like jade and water is like beads.

If you want to compare the solitary bamboo with the orchid, you just have to bend the doctor.

In the thick place, it is quiet, while in the light, it is fragrant, while in bloom, Chu Village has been flourishing for a long time.

The warm wind is intended for high people, and it is moved to the jade hall in the golden basin.

Title orchid

Three out of four orchids bloom, and the middle one comes back late.

Everything in the world is calm and good, until the spring girl returns.

Li Tiaoyuan's Poem on Lan Xiumao's Anomaly in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhitang in the Same Year.

Qikuo is now innocent, and suddenly she is pregnant.

If the room is not safe, Xin Fang will be in the court.

This kind of fun, high send white clouds corner.

One was mistaken by the incense, so I joined the grass.

Its fragrance will not be said, and it will be separated from the dust.

Now you are a gentleman, and you will always be invited to cultivate.

The moonlit night is quiet, such as forgetting the skeleton with others.

I'm willing to trust my orphans, but I can't guess at the New Year's banquet.

Fang Wanyi's titled Ma Shouzhen's Double Hook Orchid Volume

Chu Yi's orchid crown is fragrant, and the painting of double jun is unusual.

The flow of national fragrance failed to stay, and it was too much to rest in Jinling Ma Siniang.

Aisingiorro Shucheng's "The Illusion Weng Mo Lan"

It is not easy for northerners to love orchids, and painting orchids is a true orchid.

My uncle is afraid of the same idea, and one is the essence of powder.

The ancients of heaven and earth are not teachers, so God is all sitting in a fragmented shape.

The quick pen is like a cone, and the paper is broken, and the flowers and leaves are broken.

When I was in the pavilion, I smelled the leopard's pouch and drum, and I sang tea and cigarettes for Xiangzu.

In the world, the musk deer dare to burn together, and the pen and ink smell and smell for a long time.

The empty room has a number of poems, which seems to linger with a gentleman for a long time.

Although I am ashamed to ride a car, I am willing to entrust my heart to Zhilan.

Gao Peng's "Painting Orchid for Zheng Banqiao"

The fragrance of wheatgrass is moving, and it is suspected that Xiang Jun went down to Han Gao.

Fighting for the fragrance makes more resentment, so I can't bear to read Li Sao today.

Yao Fan's "A Gift of Orchids with Broken Branches"

Qu yuan is dead, and the sky is empty, and cymbidium does not grow fragrant grass.

When you come to Xiaozhai, South Ruan, the beauty does not see lovesickness and thinness.

After a branch was given to the autumn wind, red beans fell in Xitang on a rainy night.

I used to compose the orchid, who is the empty mountain drum and the biography.

I'm tired of begging for ice and silk strings.

Bao Yiyun's Blue Discourse

Youfang doesn't know spring, and spring goes to peach and water.

Echoes reminisce about the old rain, and in the mist.

The past child longed for it, and it seemed like a gentle and graceful joke.

Shan Zhinan, Qingchuan Lu.

The autumn rain is evil, and the flowers are pregnant at the eaves.

Cool wax makes it extremely cold, but dry soil does not nourish ants.

Leading people's houses, blowing clothes and the north wind.

The roots are dark and rotten, and they are ignorant of physiology.

If you have a long-term complaint, you will never be able to rely on it.

Alcohol and flowers are allied, and if the flowers are gone, they will drive away.

Sun Xi is sad alone, and no one believes in beauty.

Wang Wenzhi's "Ke Yun Master Molan Paper" (four)

Who will dye the pale ink with spring scars, and lean on Shi Gen with thin leaves and thin flowers?

The ancient moss in the first hospital is not swept away, and the curtain touches the ground at dusk.

At the beginning of spring sleep, I feel busy with birds, and the Huangting is getting longer and longer.

Stay with the monk to see the nose, where there is no fragrance, it is really fragrant.

After the rain in the small pool, I can read Chu Sao in the red chamber.

In order to make more agreements with Youlan, the construction of teeth is still close to Xianggao.

Nanhe Chunrui is gorgeous, depending on the day and night of the meal.

Hand-broken Japanese notes are like water, and before the flowers, they make up the poems.

Lan

Ma Siniang, the heroine of Jinling, is still fragrant when she sucks.

On the breeze, I wrote about the resentment of Xiangjiang River, drawing the intestines of poets.

Luo pin "Qiu Lan aragonite"

There is no chrysanthemum in September this year, so you can laugh if you want to take it.

After painting, I still regret myself, and the pen and flower end together to make Jiang Yan.

Kong Jihan's "Tussah Suolan from My Nephew" (two songs)

You orchid is like a beautiful woman, and you don't dazzle yourself with color.

Suddenly there was a breeze, and the fragrance hit the courtyard.

Remembering Xiang Zhongjun, I am deeply concerned.

I'm a good friend of three.

The eyes and windows wake up in the afternoon, and the fragrance disappears.

Guaranteed to accompany the repair, a roll of Li Sao has.

Gao E's A Gift from the Orchid

Nine immortals are so beautiful, and Tuogen is only close to Yuanxiang.

A river is full of spirits, and it is cold in August.

Who makes the door taboo, but also teaches Caipei to be too fragrant.

Worry spreads deeply, leaving Sao to read, and heaven is never the faintest.

Zhang Shiyuan's Planting Orchids

Lansheng miscellaneous grass, Yan Yangqu roadside.

The grass is full of rain and dew, and the orchid is lonely and has no light.

I do what I can, but Xiaoli is still hesitant.

Don't hate grass full of color, hate orchid is not good at hiding.

Under the orchid seed hall, the stems and leaves grow longer.

When the door is closed and the fragrance is fragrant, the grass will be hurt.

Zhang Lunying's Bluegrass

The orchid is high, weak and bitter.

You can't leave the fragrance, but it's futile to cultivate trees.

When the grass is a flower, the purples are green.

It' s a leisurely rain, and it' s awkward.

Pleasing to the eye is not unpleasant, and there is no novelty in it.

Chat and play with it, and flatter it.

Smile and thank the emperor, glory and decline are amorphous.

Sun Yuanxiang's Orchid (Two Poems)

Now the dew is clear by Jiang Gao, and Ye Lingfen is out of Su Hao.

A kind of mural that is in a misty rain state and remains mud and residue.

It's beautifully written, and the jade fork shows up to see Xiaoxiang.

The spring breeze blows through the idle butterfly, and the painting industry looks for the fragrance outside.

Zhang Wentao's Lan (two songs)

I occasionally check some pictures of Cong Lan, and the verve of each mark is uneven.

High flowers fly and low flowers laugh, and I don't know if I rely on the spring breeze.

Even when Li Sao writes a few lines, he thinks about painting Xiaoxiang on a whim.

Poor hundred kinds of grass along the river are not as fragrant as an arrow in the orchid.

Chu Hua's Orchid Ode

The smoke is vast and the pine path, and ten thousand Yao flowers break the cold in spring.

In the moonlight, the old crane flies to the sky, and the beauty steps down the mountain to take pictures.

The dew washes, the east wind blows, and the fragrance and fog wet the clothes.

The heart has been filled with bitterness for a long time, and the moth is green over the Xiangjiang River.

Shen Cai's self-writing orchid

It was rainy and windy on the tenth day of spring, and the fragrance of orchid leaves did not break through the bushes.

It's a pity that the inkstone field thawed at the beginning, and the ink color was green and fine.

Grand Master Gu Nanya's Reading and Painting Lan Ge

Xiangjiang emperor bullets Yao, trance fugue fragrant countries.

Wu, a painter, is good at Gu Yong, and writes blue heart and blue quality.

Fairy posture is graceful and gaudy, and it is natural, intentionally or unintentionally.

A real bead curtain rolls a jade hook, and a thousand flowers smile and shame the crowd.

The buds are fine and the silver hooks are small, and the musk snail smoke is lingering.

The film and the band fight to see the potential, and the vertical and horizontal meetings will forget the words.

Looking back last night, I was drunk and stopped, and the terrace sang dusk independently.

Fly away from the wind, and spend a lot of time to save my poetic soul.

Painting Lanren is a history of Lantai, and his character is similar to that of Lanzu.

The grass in Dianchi Lake is green, and the stars are far away.

The autumn river dreams of the water side, and the blue city is covered with misty clouds.

A beautiful face is separated from a fragrant mist, but love does not see the emperor beside the heart.

Yantai sings the sunset, and leisure is not interesting in Cangzhou.

Your calligraphy is soaring, and I have changed my mind.

The breeze blows my plain notes, and I think deeply about your biography.

Good with beauty, Mohua is drunk and splashed with Hunan smoke.

Wang Zhenyi's "The Picture of Su Xin Lan" (two)

Xie ting's secluded species, Tuogenshu, seems to be an isolated symbol.

The quality should be Chen Qingyu's case, and the east wind begins to shine? .

Xiao Sao, Di Zi, San Lv's Fu, and nine pictures of scattered princes and grandchildren.

Since Jiang Gao's legacy, misty rain has been complaining every year.

Looking at flowers and painting is also spiritual, and it is spread to Chu Zechun.

Swallow-tailed fish ride after the difference, and the light wind and the moon recognize their predecessors.

The truth is not seen until the goods are flawless.

Cut me off for being ashamed to report, and don't teach young people to mistake dust.

He Shaoji's Su Xin Lan

I deeply felt that Tai Su had never heard of it, and I regretted that he had overwhelmed all the people.

In all ages, the wind and the wind are bent, and a river and a white moon hang Xiang Jun.

When the fragrance exceeds the light, it turns into honey, and when the color reaches the truth, it wants to turn into clouds.

Gardens and pavilions and Qiu Guang are all occupied, so there should be strange stories in the snow and ice.

Tao Shu's "A Gift from Mo Lan to Yin Yuesan"

Tiger head painting is so ancient that today's painters are in a trance.

The number of cigarettes and ink points out new ideas, and the fragrance is full of silk.

Because of its roots, it is different from many flowers, and its good spirit is like my son.

Before Zhang Xiang painted the screen, Qiu Lai dreamed of Xiangjiang River.

Gong Zizhen's Orchids in a Pot (Four Poems)

Recalling yesterday's seclusion under the precipice, those who were lonely in the spring mountains.

Ficus pumila is often dressed in bitter bamboo. ? It's a mistake.

Tianrong's spirit does not need media, and the poor position is expensive.

Treasure not from today, when you are out of the mountain, you will wander for thousands of years.

The four officials of Huatang are in the red, and there are so many Xie Jiaming months.

Yu Jin's account smells the night language, and Xie Niang's new illness can be a poet.

In February, thousands of trees are broken in the cold, and candles are carved every night in severe frost.

Who's under the small screen? The editing cloud is green.

Whoever praises you for your love will die with an inch of longing for love.

Others mistook it for light makeup and asked Yan Ji what she looked like.

My piano is not broken without worry, and a good name will be returned to the future.

Acacia people come to their dreams, and they can be with you for four worries.

Yanshan Chuchuyun is not charming, and there are several piles of spring seedlings.

Acorus calamus is just similar, and her daughter Ganxun is arrogant.

Xuanzhou paper workers render thin, where is the painter's gold?

Don't say goodbye to the spring breeze, the magnetic basin leans against the stone and falls into pieces.

Wang Duan's Lan

Spring is in Juanjuan's green jade branches, and Xiaoxiang's smoke fades when the moon is bright.

Qianqiu held the idea of leaving Sao alone, but Du Ruo did not know about it.

Wang Yunxiang's Long Orchid Paintings (four)

Jathyapple is cold in the Qingfan Fish Mountain, and pine blossoms fall like rain on the altar.

Leaning against the window, I tried the golden pot of ink for the first time, and when I wrote, Lingfei painted more blue.

Yao sheng blows through the cool clothes, rustling the microwave and dreaming of Bixiang.

Write autumn scenery as a secluded flower, and the Jade Man was originally Duran Xiang.

Manjusri's eyebrows were dizzy, and she smiled and realized Lanyin.

Lin Gong Jing is on Lake Furong, and I remember the people who listen to the rain in Er Kong Mountain.

Bidu Hong Heng Li Chu Sao, Hua Ge Wu Ye in Binggan.

Chan Juan knows the dusk order, and the bright moon Yangzhou remembers the jade flute.

Qiyao algae "Youlan"

There are four empty mountains, and you know there are orchids.

Bloom is invisible, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.

The flying stream is dangerous, and sometimes it is covered by cross wind.

I don't smell it for a long time, and the mountain is deeply worried about the road.

The grass He Qingqing, spit bright morning glow.

How to be close at hand, if it is a day.

The aid piano sits on the white stone, sighing at sunset.

Wei Yuan's Song of Silla Mountain People Drunk with Pen and Ink

Last night, I was drunk and angry, and Mo Chi was stung by spring thunder.

The game of the dead is the root, and the chaos is the bud.

Strapping around without reason, sometimes painting orchids and plums.

Dimfragrance slanted on the window steps, so she suspected that cursive script was confusing the monk's cup.

The smell of alcohol is fragrant, and Zhang Dian sends a violet cup.

It's fantastic. Please be smart.

Pan Zunqi's Painting Orchids (Two Poems)

After reading Li Sao, I feel disconsolate, and the night is cool and the dream falls on the piano.

I wonder if there are people sleeping on the lonely Xiangjiang River.

The peerless posture presses Cong Fang, and is willing to charm Chunyang with red and purple.

Spare him a beautiful stone and yellow magnetic bucket, not as fragrant as an empty mountain.

Can Zong's "Sister Xie Wansheng gave Lan"

I love to grow plum and orchid all my life, but plum is easier to grow orchid than orchid.

Acacia can't disappear, but the rest of my dreams are lingering in Xianggan.

The cool breeze suddenly sends the fragrance, and the beauty comes to Shanshan.

A new gallbladder bottle is offered, and I like to move my eyebrows.

Famous flowers are the first to promote the country's fragrance, and the people who give flowers are more happy.

Recalling parting from the forest in Gu Mei, I asked Qingluan in a distant voice.

The trace of fragrance is separated from the heart, which makes me look forward to the autumn.

Seeing flowers is like seeing a jade face, but looking at the dressing table without words.

Zhang yin's "writing orchid"

Looking at Chutianyun, it's cold in Qiu Jiang.

Di Zi couldn't get over it, just to write a shadow.

Qin Shusheng's Painting Orchids for People (Three Poems)

You can't hide your bones, and the wind suddenly breaks your heart.

If the king doesn't do it for a long time, he knows who the king is fragrant for.

Some people are also self-respecting, so they must love the empty valley.

Abandonment is accidental, and there is no shame in the destiny.

Cold flowers have a late festival, which still hurts the world and autumn.

Although each has his own show, talk about shame and embarrassment.

Qiu Lan by Wang Diansen

Quiet and quiet, the fragrance penetrates the book.

Seeing the orchid in the basin, Juanjuan opens a branch.

It's already late in Qiu Guang, so why not open it?

The wind shakes the forest thin, and the frost marks touch the temples.

Who is lonely and fragrant, and the bosom friend can be expected.

I am also a simple-minded person, when to comfort my thoughts.

Jiang Zi's "Singing Orchids"

The song was played on the moonlit night that year, and the beauty's heart was gurgling.

How the fragrant grass lost its way, spilling fragrance all over the world.

Tan Sitong's Painting Orchids

The sound of wild geese blowing under the dream of Jiang Gao, Chu, Zhu and Xiang sail up the sunset.

Di Zi didn't come to Shan Gui to cry, but she wrote Li Sao one day.

Liu Hao's Orchid

The deep forest is silent and silent, relying on the breeze to pass the fragrance far away.

Why not build a place with moss and fold it to refuse to love the golden urn?

Leon's Painting the Orchid

This is the first flower of seclusion, not many peaches and plums only have clouds.

Picking incense may lead to the path, and it is even more written that the spring mountain is covered.

Shi Chefan's "Painting Orchid"

There is beauty in an empty valley, and there is frost from today.

Flowers bloom early in the secluded land, and ancient fragrance is born in the spring breeze.

Yingying is a stream of water, and lonely guests look at each other from afar.

If you don't adopt any forbearance, you can't use it properly.

I wish my son a gift, and she will be dressed as Luo Qi.

Don't give up the middle way, but leave fragrance for thousands of years.

Yue Lian's Self-titled Painting Orchids

I cherish the fragrant plexus very much, intending to forget what I said.

Seeing the standard naturally outside the dust, I am willing to marry the spring breeze with peaches and plums.

Jingnuo's Ode to Autumn Orchid

The grass in the long forest enters the autumn drought, and it is unique to tease the evening fragrance.

I am proud of every wind, but I want to stay fragrant after several frosts.

Celebrity appreciation is admirable, and the empty valley bosom friend is self-raising.

A kind of loneliness is eternal, and Xiangjiang Ci Fu plays Qing Shang.

Jin Yongjue's "The Orchid Collection in Late Spring"

Lan Yi sits deep in Yue Xia, and raises her poetic heart in Shao Guang.

Chunlan has felt a thousand flowers in chaos, and the courtyard is silent and smells a bird singing.

Smoke scattered tea stoves ringing streams, clouds painting walls ringing Shanqin.

Xunfang has been rich recently, but Xu Gaopeng enjoys the music alone.

Zhou Yi's Lan

The green buds of wax are comfortable and purple calyx, and the sunny snow in the beginning of the year is full of glory.

I was fascinated by Qimxy, but I didn't allow myself to worry about it.

The spring breeze in the valley is fragrant, and the empty night rain is long.

Who knows that there is this fragrance in the world except from the side of the yellow porcelain?

Zhou Yiduan's "Singing Orchids"

Peach and plum are colorful and taller than five feet pine.

The shade is blue in this diameter and purple in the middle of the green.

If the rain and fog are not enough, it will be sealed for the grass.

The shepherd boy is heavy on straw, and the knife is immersed in it.

I walk in the spring stream and pity your frost.

Transplanting seeds is a window, and it is lush and lush.

Flowers don't fade early, but bosom friends are hard to meet again.

Yang Yisheng's Lan

The fragrance and rhyme are natural, and the green exhibition is uneven with four or five stems.

Indifferent to the grass, how to get a beautiful name.

Li Ciming's Title Zhen Mo Lan

Collecting delicate fragrance is far away, and Zheng Gong's book is colorful.

Virtual tangke goes to wait for the wind, and it is always a gentleman to find poetry around the wall.

Two quatrains of painting orchid with the title Zhen

(1)

Singing off Qiao Jia's jade words, a cluster of herbs is the most lovesick.

I can't bear to dance in baht clothes, and when the wind shows, I am worried about falling.

(2)

Graceful and muscular, the beautiful image in the mirror is pitiful.

I have been lonely for ten years.

"Three Unique Scenes of Painting Orchids with Rites of Pan Xingzhang and Gengxu Campus"

(1)

Empty bodies have been arrogant, and the breeze is speechless.

I hated each other for twenty-three years, and once wrote a shadow to the empty mountain.

(2)

Listen to the pipa team by team through the curtain, and you will be lonely at sea.

A thousand white lotus flowers are a petal, and who is going to Zhao Changhua?

(3)

Want to fold the hospitality is not self sustaining, Wei Lan sent acacia outside.

It's cold and dusk, and it's far away from Xiaoxiang, and it's even more moxibustion and drama to write Chu ci.

Qiu Jin's Orchid

Nine varieties planted together are the best, and it is best to help the beauty head.

One from the master in the porch, ashamed to fight with Fan Pa.

Ten Orchid Poems

Ailan

I am not born with a preference for orchids, but because of my natural posture.

The heart shakes the breeze by chasing the green grass, and smells the fragrance.

Searching for orchid

My favorite orchids have a strong love, and I am looking for the spring breeze in the mountains.

Climbing a dangerous rock to stir up thorns, I saw Fang Zi smiling.

Cailan

Clouds cover the stream, climb the cliff and find the orchid.

Take exotic flowers for the eyes, forget about hunger and cold.

Yanglan

There are dozens of clusters of cymbidium on the balcony, and we meet each other in the morning and evening.

Tell me that you are not afraid to laugh at me, and say that I am crazy.

Appreciate orchid

Picked back to the orchid pot and planted, the fragrance attracted butterflies to fly.

It keeps me awake at night, and the light shines on my face and observes it carefully.

Menglan

I am infatuated with orchids, and I haven't rested on potted plants since I came back.

Tianzi Fairy Shadow visited every day, and how many times did it open in my first dream?

Hualan

On one side, a few strokes of rice paper painted orchids in spring.

I don't know whether the ink fragrance is the flower fragrance, which attracted the butterfly hall.

Title orchid

Orchids on the balcony are arranged skillfully, and they sweat in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The wind sends the fragrance of heaven to the heart, and it has its own heart.

Dulan

From the beginning, the son said that the king was fragrant, and the empty valley was fragrant in the world.

A few pots are full of charm, which leads me to read Hua Zhang in poetry.

Yonglan

Green grass is born in the valley, and it is calm to bathe in the sun.

God-given fragrance is far away, attracting butterflies to understand the wind.