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What are the poems about taste? For example, in Daoxiang, it is said that the harvest is good and frogs can be heard.

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Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. ?

Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?

Going to Beijing is one thing.

Yuan Dynasty: Sadulla

Sheep and sheep are walking in the sunset, and the air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and the sweetness of cheese.

Suddenly there was a big storm, and the dust was like snow. Everyone put down their tents' blankets.

Tell the truth and walk out of the forest.

Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan

Apricots come out of the forest and fall into a golden plate. Soft teeth are afraid of tasting acid. Unfortunately, it's half broken and blue, and it still has a small lip Dan. ?

In the south, I have nothing to do. The rain is full of stains. Needless to say, a spring wound is all between the eyebrows.

Have bitter leaves.

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Gourd with bitter gourd leaves, to the deep water ferry river. Put down the skirt slowly, and lift it quickly.

The Jishui River is full of vastness, and the pheasant is called smoking. The pheasant's water is not diving, and the pheasant hears it.

Listen to the courage, the dawn. If a man wants to marry a wife, he will get married before freezing.

I don't care if the boatman waves hello and others cross the river. People crossing the river, I don't care, I will be lovers silently.

Huanxi Shaliao 'an is full of the fragrance of oranges and grapefruit.

Five Dynasties: Sun Guangxian

The Polygonum flowers on the shore are blooming in the wind, and the orange sleeves are fragrant in the wind. I stand by the river and look out, and the river is surging eastward. Lonely sails in the distance, a little white light meets on the water. My eyes followed the swan goose until his figure disappeared in the distance.

Thoughts are like endless rivers, drifting with the boundless Jiang Tao. The red orchid in autumn and the blue waves of the river will definitely make him miss the affectionate Xiaoxiang.