Ask Ji Xiaolan to write poems or words.

Poetry: 1, Begonia poem commemorating the first love, Wen Luan: Lonely flowers play pitiful, sunset courtyard late autumn; The poet's boss has lost his amorous feelings, but the residual flowers are still melancholy. 2. Ji Xiaolan's concubine Ming Wanggan (two-character combination) once had a poem "Flower Shadow": the peach reflects the number of oblique branches on the moon, and the shadow falls on the window screen; Three dancing flowers are the same, only two are empty flowers. 3, the seven wonders: the mountain sky is as light as smoke, and the green is uneven to the river; Sunset water pushes the awning, and people everywhere want to get on the boat. 4. Wan Li is flying in the sky, and cinnabar is the snow on the top of the clothes; Just because I came back late from foraging, I mistakenly entered the West Wild Goose Lake in Xi. 5, the seven wonders: white grass sticks to animal fat, bending and falling in love with Ma Rufei; Why not drink antelope blood quickly? As soon as the snow hits Tianshan Mountain, it will besiege you. 6. Ming Wang Ganshi: Thirty years of dreams, the collection has been paid; He talked about my life and thought of Shen Wuniang in Suzhou. 7. I miss Mingjun's poems: First, they are somewhat similar, but the fragrance returns under the moon; Glancing at the dream of spring without trace, the most important thing is vaguely. Second: there is still silk in the dead spring silkworm, and there is no doubt about leaving the soul; The pear blossom dream shocked me, but I remembered when the copper bottle landed. 8. Lazy flowers are pitiful, and the sunset courtyard is late autumn. The poet's boss has lost his amorous feelings, but the residual flowers are still melancholy. Like clouds in spring, as thick as thin smoke, the long shadows of trees are reflected on the river. As the sun sets, I can't help but open the tent and sit. The river view of Fuchun River seems to be green. There is no distinction between spring and autumn, and the temperature is clear. It's hard to ask where the traces of the world come from. There are countless good mountains along the river, and it will be clear when you leave Hangzhou. The western sky is misty and the glass mirror is full of sails.