Poems describing flowers.

There are no evil trees in the mountains, but there are green laurel bushes. The fragrance has not rested, and the birds are still red. See Lisao people, haggard and sing autumn wind.

Yan Guisong Zengdu

Su Yu sticks to twigs, and Qingyun cuts leaves. Tuan Tuan Xia Yingui, rhinoceros in the forest.

The river wind is bleak, and the garden flowers are miserable. If you don't like it, how can you comfort yourself?

Mu Xi Songzhu Shu Zhen

Playing the west wind makes all kinds of incense, and autumn is very busy for Iraq. Under a book window, people and flowers are fragrant. When the moon is full, the flowers are right, and the flowers are lost. To know that there are things in heaven and earth, why should clear autumn be in the present?

Guigehua Songmaogu

In autumn, the jade steps are graceful and the sky is a cloud curtain. ChanJuan drunk in the crystal temple, the old toad doesn't keep the flowers falling. The blue silk suddenly gives birth to the frost moon, and the fragrance is cold and true. Who does Juanjuan Si Tong Bank serve? The fragrant mist makes people clear into the film. I got drunk in the middle of the night and felt cold, but I felt sad and thin. Fairy in the cloud light silk skirt, smoke skirt does not embroider mandarin duck. Who cherishes the eyes of Leng Xiang? Cold chanting path calls plum blossom spirit. Xiaoman came late to wash the glass.

Yong Guihua, Song Lu Province

Sanqiu is the only place that can dominate others, so why should it be orange green and orange yellow? When the seeds are planted in the middle of next month, the fruit will float to the sky, and it will be fragrant. The clear shadows in autumn are not too white, and the new clumps smoke late. The high branches have been broken, but the greenery is about to drip, and the strange flowers are stored.

Tang Duoling Guihua Liusongguo

Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow. Twenty years have passed, South Tower. Liu Xia's mooring is still unstable. How long can it last? It's Mid-Autumn Festival again.

The yellow crane broke the stone head. Has anyone been there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. Want to buy osmanthus with wine, but it doesn't look like a youth tour?