Gu Long wrote poems full of flowers.

Only the flowers filled the windows.

Flowers stay long after the full moon,

The flowers are full and the building is full.

I didn't mean to be buried blindly,

I hate going upstairs. It's too late.

I believe in horses and flutes everywhere,

No rain and no flowers.

Fog and rain pavilions and fog surround buildings,

Butterfly dance, floral fragrance, fine water.

Sunset caresses sleeves,

Swallow clouds like sorrow.

Shuiyue is silent and relaxed,

Like to receive, like to release, like to hum.

A bee and butterfly danced among the flowers.

Stay and listen to the piano.

Wan Li is full of flowers,

Like a flower, the name of the Lord is far-reaching.

Under the moon, there is the shadow of the king.

A gentleman is full of flowers.

The west building is full of flowers.

Xia Zhou Dian sha Xi Ruan si

Stars float on the water, and dust clouds flow.

The guest listens to the acacia outside the sky.

Beauty is as light as snow.

The building is full of incense, and everything is empty.

The dust in the world cherishes your feelings.

Smoke, shadow, water, color, Mo Yan hurts.

The flower shadow is oblique and shallow,

The garden is full of beautiful scenery, and the north is full of spring.

High-rise flowers fly near peaches and plums,

A book and a piece of paper fall in love with the whole city.