Nanmo's poems

Chang' an street is even more narrow and oblique, with green cows and white horses. The jade chariot crosses the main place, and the golden whip flows to Hou's house. The dragon title treasure covers the morning sun,

Phoenix spits the tassel of sunset glow. A hundred feet of gossamer is fighting around the tree, and a group of charming birds are singing flowers. There are thousands of colors on the side of butterflies and thousands of colors on the silver platform of green trees.

Passing through the window is acacia, and the double que is even hung with phoenix wings. Liang Jia's painting pavilion ascended to heaven, and the golden stem of Han Emperor was straight outside the cloud.

I don't know each other in front of the building.

Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time. If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.

I really admire comparing my eyes with mandarin ducks, but can't you see them? I hate to embroider lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can get double colors from the curtains. Shuang Yan flew around the painting beam,

Cui is a tulip. Clouds and cicadas are singing, and the first month is yellow. The crow is yellow and white, and the posture is different.

Demon boy BMW iron even money, prostitute panlong golden knee. Master Yu, crying at night, Ting Wei wants to live. Zhucheng has a faint jade road.

Far away, there is no golden embankment. Flying eagle with bullets in northern Ling Du, exploring pills to borrow guests from Weiqiao West. Have invited the knight-errant lotus sword, * * * live in a prostitute's house.

Prostitutes wear purple clothes at dusk and their songs are full of breath. People in the North Temple are like a moon every night, while people in the South Temple ride like clouds.

Nanmo Beitang is connected with Beili, and five plays and three essays control three cities.

Weak willows hang down to the ground, and good spirits rise in the dark sky. In the Han Dynasty, Wu Jinqian took a jade carving of the Tu Su Nautilus Cup.

Luo Yan's treasure belt is for you, and Zhao Dance is for you. Don't expect anything, don't give in the next day. Passion comes from irrigation and drainage,

Authoritarianism does not allow Xiao Xiang. Autocracy is heroic, and young people sit in the spring breeze. For thousands of years, he has been singing and dancing, boasting of arrogance and extravagance.

Festival scenery does not treat each other, mulberry fields need to change rapidly. In the past, Bai Yutang was to be no.1. Today, only Song Qing is here. Lonely and lonely,

One book a year. The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair flies around attacking people.

In my heart forever-Wang Changling

A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.

Step on Four Lyrics (Part III)-Liu Yuxi

New words are handed down from generation to generation, and the sleeves are swaying. The moon sets, the clouds and rain disperse, and the wandering children pick flowers from strangers.

Sleepwalking in Shen's Garden Pavilion-A Land Tour on December 2nd.

It's spring in a small stranger in the south of the city. I saw that jade bone, who had not seen plum blossoms for a long time, had fallen under the spring, and the grinding marks still locked the dust between the walls.

Three Flowers in a Foreign Land (I)-Su Shi

An all-consuming love butterfly flies, and Jiangshan is still a past tense. After several dying struggles, Long Ge, a wandering girl, slowly returned.

Love in early spring-Wang Jian

The scenery is getting old, and the willows in Huaxi greet the spring early. I haven't been to the door recently, and I sleep like a patient when I am warm.

Fenghe Zhongshu Jiazhi Sheren Early Dynasty Daming Palace-Cen Can

Fifth, the rooster crows more, and the dawn of Kyoto Road is slightly cold; The orioles are singing, and Chang 'an is full of spring. The bell has rung and the palace has been opened; Jade steps, former guard of honor, surrounded by officials.

The morning star falls, and the flower diameter meets the guards of the saber; The willow branches kissed the flag and a drop of dew got wet. Only Wang, the calligrapher Jia Zhi, wrote poems in praise; His poems are too high and low to sing.