Beautiful poems about butterflies.

1. A beautiful poem about butterflies: butterflies are flying, Tang, spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today. Where is the butterfly? Tang Qiji's back is full of red and full of mystery.

Fly separately. See you in teams. Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees.

Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other. Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick.

You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers. The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless.

Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus. Jade Butterfly The autumn wind in Ting Yun, Tang Wen is sad, and the traveler has not returned.

The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late. Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.

It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows? Two butterflies, Tang Xu's misty caterpillars, shed their shells gently, and it rained heavily.

A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly. Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.

Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou. Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.

I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones. The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long

The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu. It is not difficult for butterflies to fly in cocoons, but flowers will pass by.

The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving. Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.

Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers. There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.

Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing? Cold bees pick chrysanthemums, and Tang Geng swims under the clear sky, looking for fragrance from chrysanthemums.

Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense. Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind.

Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams. Jinse Tang Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it. Tang Rongyu bought hibiscus flowers with his own money, and it took two years to blossom.

Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early.

2. Beautiful Butterfly Poems The sun is shining, and bees and butterflies are flying up and down the branches. A gorgeous flower, the color is really dazzling, and we can't help but appreciate the richness of life.

Only admire butterflies, not immortals.

However, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, although my body does not have wings like the bright phoenix.

Looking for flowers by the river alone

Don du fu

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers bent the branches.

Butterflies have been dancing,

Charming songbirds sing freely.

Tite chrysanthemum

-Don Huang Chao

The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Su Xinshi xugong branch

-Yang Wanli

Hedges are sparse and deep,

The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

Give Miao a present.

Tang zuyong

Zhu Hu opens the high door, and the green locust blocks the light. Eight dragons ride to celebrate the weight, and three tigers return to the DPRK.

It's rare to sit on a bamboo and be silent. Flower shame Pan Yuemao, called old age.

The leaves are dark and the cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and the butterfly flies. Lu Ru base should be pitied, and the empty and ancient mountains have been violated.

3. The poem about butterflies is 1, and the Song of Chang Gan by Tang Libai.

Excerpts from the original text:

Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.

Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.

Explanation:

Moss is too thick to clean, leaves fall and autumn comes early. In August, Huang Die was flying, and both of them flew to the grassland of Xiyuan.

2. Tang Wang drives "rainy and sunny"

Excerpts from the original text:

Before the rain, there were flowers in the flowers, but after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.

The butterfly flies over the wall, which is suspected to be the spring scenery next door.

Explanation:

Stamens can be seen when the flowers first open before the rain, but there are no flowers among the green leaves after the rain. Bees and butterflies have flown to the other side of the wall, and they suspect that spring scenery is in the neighbor's yard.

3. Two Qujiang Poems by Tang Du Fu

Excerpts from the original text:

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

The scenery of language is fluid, which is not contrary to the temporary reward.

Explanation:

But I saw butterflies shuttling in the depths of flowers, dragonflies flying leisurely on the water, flapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang and let me stay in Chunguang. Although it is a temporary reward, don't violate it!

4. Don Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum

Excerpts from the original text:

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Explanation:

Autumn wind is rolling and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

5. This is the Qingming by Tang Menghao-ran.

Excerpts from the original text:

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.

The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

Explanation:

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.

4. What are the beautiful poems about Phalaenopsis? 1. At the top of Qian Shan, the rocks are deep and thick. -"Painting Orchids" Xie

Orchids grow on the top of the rock and are full of fragrance. Among the prominent rocks and cracks, exotic flowers and herbs are rich and fragrant.

2. No one is lonely in the secluded path. Like * * * plum blossom language.

There are still lovers. You mean to smell it, you refuse to smell it, but it doesn't mean to smell it. -"Bu Operator Lan" Song Cao Group

On the quiet roadside, orchids bloom alone, and no one appreciates them. Who can it tell its resentment to? It seems that only plum blossoms can speak * * * in this tender orchid, but in the lonely mountain, there may be people who are interested in exploring incense! When I came to smell the fragrance of orchids, the flowers were not fragrant; Only inadvertently can you smell the flowers.

3. Embarrassed and hasty, just like this. Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first. -"Lan Yongfeng" Qing Na Lan Xingde

Orchid leaves are so sparse, how can it stand the cold autumn? So I left half a wisp of fragrance in the painting, and this picture of Zhang Jianyang's cymbidium is the first in the painting.

You have beautiful orchids and beautiful chrysanthemums. You can't forget them. -Liu Che's Autumn Wind Poem in Han Dynasty

Beautiful orchids and fragrant chrysanthemums. Missed beauty, unforgettable.

5. Pick hibiscus in She River in Lanzeduo, Cao Fang. -"Picking Hibiscus on the River" was anonymous in the Han Dynasty.

I crossed the river to pick lotus flowers, and Shui Ze, with bluegrass, was full of herbs.

6. Weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and shrubs are like towels. Sitting alone also includes swish. -"Recalling Jiangnan, Going to Spring" Yuxi, Liu Tang

It's a pity that spring passes by in a hurry. When I left, I thanked the people of Luoyang city. The weak willow branches dancing with the wind seem to be waving their hands, and clusters of orchids are covered with dew like soaked headscarves, covering their faces and smiling alone, as if they were angry with each other.

7. I love orchids and exotic flowers, but I don't like spring sunshine. -"Orchid" Mingxue.com

I love the unique charm of orchids different from other flowers and plants, rather than trying to please the sun with colors to survive.

8. Delicate orchid leaves in spring and bright osmanthus fragrans in autumn. -"Twelve Feelings, Part I" Don Zhang Jiuling

In spring, orchid leaves are in full bloom, and in autumn, sweet-scented osmanthus is bright and fresh.

9. In Yuan's place, there is Helan, but I think my son is afraid to speak. -"Nine Songs, Sweet Lady" Qu Yuan in Pre-Qin Dynasty

The grass in Shui Yuan is green and the flowers in Lishui are fragrant, but I dare not tell my wife clearly.

10. There is another fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind. -"A touch of crimson lips, chanting cymbidium" Qing Na Lan Xing De

Perrin exudes an unusual fragrance, simple and elegant, without a trace of gaudiness. Its swaying posture in the autumn wind is like the gentleness and elegance of Ling Boxian.

5. The poem about butterflies is 1, "Looking for flowers by the river alone, No.6"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

The roadside around Huangsi's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressing down the branches. Butterflies don't want to hover in the flowers, and free little orioles keep singing in the flowers.

2. Su Xinshi Xugong Store

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.

3. "Jinse"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.

The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

4, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II"

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

A plum tree turns golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.

5. "Qingming is a thing"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.

The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing naturally makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.

6. What poems describe how to break a cocoon into a butterfly? 1. Butterflies can fly.

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

Its owner, Hu Die, flew west, and the boy in white came back today.

Butterflies pat the bedroom gently, sending out the warm breath of spring. There is a luxurious tortoise shell screen in front of the bed, and her beautiful colorful clothes are on the bed. The young husband has been away from home for a long time, flying around like a butterfly. At this time today, he came home on a white horse.

2, drunk Zhongtian, big butterfly

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Heqing

Breaking Zhuang Zhou's dream, coming to reality, huge wings and mighty east wind.

The nectar in 300 gardens is empty, but it's a natural wind that scares away the bees who collect honey.

Wings flapping gently, flowers flapping on the bridge.

I broke Zhuang Zhou's dream and came to reality, and my huge wings drove the mighty east wind. Collected all the nectar from 300 famous gardens. Who knows it's a natural romantic species, scaring away bees. The wings flapped gently, and all the flower sellers crossed the east of the bridge.

3. Jade Butterfly is sad in autumn wind.

Tang dynasty: Wen

The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.

Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows. It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?

The sad autumn wind has passed, the weather has turned cold, and those who have traveled long distances have not returned, which makes people feel worried and adds to the sadness of parting. Now the Great Wall should be full of hay and yellow everywhere, but the northern geese flying to the south of the Yangtze River have not arrived yet.

The tender face has faded like hibiscus, and the new eyebrows have lost their old colors like willow leaves. When she saw the fragrance falling in autumn, she was filled with sadness, but who knew the heartbreaking parting?

4, Qujiang two songs

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad.

And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips.

Emeralds are nested in the small hall by the river, and unicorns lie on the edge of the garden.

If we push physics carefully, there will be eating, drinking and having fun, so why not go this way as a floating glory.

Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

The scenery of language is fluid, which is not contrary to the temporary reward.

The falling of a petal makes people feel that spring has faded. Nowadays, the wind blows thousands of flowers to the ground. How can it not worry people? And watching falling flowers fly by, I won't be tired of too many wine inlets. Jade birds nest in the buildings on Qujiang River, and the stone unicorn, who once lived in the sky, is now lying on the ground.

A careful study of the truth of the ups and downs of things is to eat, drink and be merry in time. Why should we let vain honor bind ourselves? When I came back from the imperial court, I pawned the clothes I wore in the spring every day, and the money I got went to Jiangtou to buy wine every day, and I didn't come back until I was as drunk as a fiddler. It's a common thing to owe money for alcohol everywhere. People can live to 70 years old, which is rare in ancient times.

But I saw butterflies shuttling in the depths of flowers, dragonflies flying leisurely on the water, flapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang and let me stay in Chunguang. Although it is a temporary reward, don't violate it!

5. Look at Jiangnan butterflies

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, sunset in pairs. He looks like he lang is full of powder, but inside he looks like Han shou loves stealing incense. Talent and frivolity.

After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.

Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River are dancing in the sunset. She looks as beautiful as peace, wandering among flowers, sucking nectar, and frivolous by nature.

After a light rain, the pink wings of butterflies greasy by water sparkled in the sunset. It just flew into the yard with bees, accompanied catkins through the east wall, and often scrambled for flowers.

7. Beautiful poems of butterflies. Looking deeply through Hua Hudie, some dragonflies fly very slowly. I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval. Saint Zhuangzi is in daydreaming, fascinated by butterflies, the spring heart of the emperor is crying in the cuckoo, men are crying their pearl-like tears in the green ocean of the moon, and the blue fields are breathing their jade in the sun. Before I know it, a moment that should last forever has come and gone, with mountains facing the sea, China facing songs, four mountains facing the three fairs and palaces. On Fengxiang stage, the purple flute blows the beauty wind. The dream falls before the butterfly pillow, and the moon is hazy on the apricot branches. Ask Tianya, why do you care about feelings and think about parting? My intestines were knotted when I called. Beyond Ling Min, south of the Yangtze River is a strange Yangtze River. The town reminds you thousands of times a day, just saying "be diligent". It's better to go home than go home, and the injury is gone. Who is a mellow wine with * * *? Lonely wall east, the door covers the evening courtyard wind. When Ouyang Xiu Ruanlang swam back to the South Garden in the spring, he got wind of Ma Si, with green plums like peas and willows and butterflies flying leisurely. The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, the curtain is hanging, the swing is not sleepy, and the painting beam lives in Shuang Yan. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the head of Lihe River, and butterflies fly on the shore. The glass is full of wine. Jathyapple, a green moth, fainted. When a flower falls, she is sad, and there is no resentment in spring. Looking for flowers by the river was in the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands are low. Even butterflies have been dancing, and charming songbirds are singing at home. The title of chrysanthemum-Tang. The west wind in Huang Chao is full of flowers, and cold butterflies are hard to come by. If I am in Di Qing next year, I will report to Taohua. I will live in Xugong Store in the new city. Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found. Give it to Miao Foreign Minister Tang. Zhu Hu in Zuyong opened a high door, and the green trees blocked the way of the sunset. Eight dragons ride to celebrate, and three tigers return to the DPRK. The birds in Hengqin sat on the bamboo leaves, and there was silence. Hua Er was ashamed of the appearance of Pan Yue, and was called Lao Lai Yi of that year. The leaves are dark, Zhu Ying is ripe, the silk grows, and the butterfly flies. We should sympathize with Lu Ru's humbleness. The air is contrary to the ancient mountains. Qingming Festival: Song Author: Gao Zhu tears turned into mountain red. At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and the children laugh and watch the lights at night. If you have wine in your life, you will get drunk, and you will never get to Jiuquan. Drunk Peach Garden Age: Tang Author: Style: When the spring scenery in Nanyuan is half hidden, the wind and smell are fresh. Childhood is like a bean willow, and time is like a butterfly. Heavy dew, low grass smoke and hanging curtains. I was accidentally sleepy on the swing, and my clothes were painted. The wind blows and the rain blows. Pastoral welfare is the pool terrace. Remember the time when we met, and remember the blooming of Haitang. Butterflies have no dreams, and Yuanyang has a medium. There are two or three cups of Tibetan hooks. Tomorrow, the water will be surrounded by sand and the first air will come back. Man's era: Song Author: The genre: the word butterfly, the life experience of plantain, and several people make a heavy eye. Very satisfied, talents are ancient and modern. During the day, it is endless, and so are Mo Pengyi's wings. Xi yelunsi. Fortunately, I have been back for half my life, and the garden road is treated first. The fisherman sings the woodcutter's song, and everyone at the end of the river knows it. I made up the history of flowers, repaired thousands of acres and planted a dome. Qingping Music Age: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Taogen Taoye Ci. A tree meets fragrance. Spring came to Jiangnan in March and February. I lost my butterfly. I stepped on Qingyang diligently. Hundred petals celebrate the king. Beautiful young woman: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Words break cicadas, high willows and sunset clouds. The pond is full of rain. Green sandalwood is scarlet. It bent the apricot blossom butterfly and the small screen. Spring mountains overlap slowly. It cleans broken needles and threads. Leaning against Tan Lang becomes charming and drowsy. When you have nothing to do, you throw lotus seeds at mandarin ducks. Jade Butterfly Age: Song Author: Lu You Style: Give Song Yu a prosperous Tang Dynasty. Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The dark side looks like a shy warbler, and butterflies are busy around bees. Unforgettable The perfume bottle is frequently advised, but the jade is still leaking for a long time. How much affection? I'm just worried that Quyue will invade the corridor. I asked with a smile when I wanted to go back, and I was angry when I was near the Prime Minister. ..

8. Butterfly's beautiful poem. Looking deeply through the butterfly, some water flies slowly.

Du Fu Li Shangyin's Jinse, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Mountain to sea, China to Song. Four mountains vs three fairs.

Palace flowers against forbidden willows, stuffed geese against dragon generals. Summer Palace, Guanghan Palace.

Picking up green is the topic. Zhuang Zhoumeng becomes a butterfly, and Lv Wang flies a bear.

The wind stops in the north, the fan stops in summer, and the curtains in the south bask in the sun, saving the winter sun. Crane dance floor, the jade emperor can be immortal; On Fengxiang stage, the purple flute blows away the beauty wind.

The butterfly dream in front of the pillow is upside down, and the apricot branches are hazy. Ask Tianya, what's the matter, think about parting.

With a cry, the intestines are knotted. Outside Ling Min, Jiangnan is a strange place.

Willow is on the long embankment, and the green belt can be folded. The town reminds me thousands of times every day, and only one sentence is often said.

It's better to go home than to go home. He Zhu negative word Magnolia Leng Xiang floating, hope to have a dream butterfly.

When the morning comes, my eyes shine, and I'm afraid I'll see the condensation and warmth gradually melt. The drum urges the song to send, and the fragrant wine is for whom to honor.

The lonely wall is east, the door covers the dusk, and the courtyard is full of wind. When Ouyang Xiu, Ruan Langchun returned to Nanyuan for an outing, the smell of wind and peace was like green plums like beans and willows, butterflies were flying all day long, flowers were blooming again, the smoke was low, people hung curtains, and they had no intention to undress, painting beams in Shuang Yan, and butterflies were flying on the shore.

The glass is full of dew and empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.

Zhang Hu's dance is a dream butterfly, and Xie's song is Shrike Flying. The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple.

A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring. Looking for flowers alone by the Tanghe River. Du Fu's maiden is full of flowers, but a thousand flowers are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Topic Chrysanthemum-Huang Chao in Tang Dynasty is full of west wind, and cold butterflies are hard to come.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Yang Wanli, Xugongdian in Xincheng, has a narrow hedge and the flowers on the tree head have not turned cloudy.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. To Miao Fayuan, Tang Zuyong and Zhu Hu, a high door was opened, and the green trees blocked the light from falling.

Eight dragons ride to celebrate the weight, and three tigers return to the DPRK. It's rare to sit on a bamboo and be silent.

Flower shame Pan Yuemao, called old age. The leaves are dark and the cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and the butterfly flies.

We should sympathize with Lu Ru's cheapness, which is contrary to the old mountain. Qingming period: Song Author: Gao Zhu Style: There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south of Qilv, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. Drunk peach garden era: Tang Author: Style: word South Garden spring outing, got wind of it.

Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day. Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down.

Swing the grass and trap Luo Yi, and draw the beam and return to Shuang Yan. Nangezi Year: Song Author: Genre: Word cloud blows over the mountainside, and the wind blows raindrops.

Pastoral benefits include a pool terrace. Remember the season of meeting, remember the flowering of begonia.

Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks have media. Two or three cups of Tibetan hooks.

Tomorrow, the water will be sandy and the first air will come back. Year of Man: Song Author: Genre: The word Butterfly Dream Soul, the life experience of Banana, how many people get Pang Mei.

Very satisfied, talents are ancient and modern. Day after day, three companies, wings of Mo Peng, Kunchi, Ceng Hua.

In the shade of the tree, I am deeply ashamed, so I dare to be an Iraqi. Flying geese, fighting for wings, candle in the north gate, silk in the west.

Fortunately, I returned to half my life, and the garden road was treated first. Fishermen can't sing the woodcutter's songs, but Yan Ying will say that he is known to people.

Edit the history of flowers, repair thousands of acres and plant domes. Qingping Music Age: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Word Peach Root Peach Leaf.

A tree is associated with fragrance. Spring comes to Jiangnan in March and February.

Lost the butterfly. Step on green watermelon with your heart.

Flowers bloom in front of the wind. Gardenia with my heart, I quote you a hundred petals.

Year: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Words break cicadas and high willows set the sun. It's drizzling late.

Green sandalwood is scarlet. Apricot butterfly, small screen.

Spring mountains overlap and autumn waves slow down. Clean the broken needle and thread.

Fall into the charming Tan Lang. There is nothing like throwing lotus seeds at mandarin ducks.

Jade Butterfly Age: Song Author: Lu You Genre: Tired of words, staying at the guest's place, whipping, releasing Xiaoxiang. What year is this? It's Gao Tang for Song Yu.

Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The end of darkness.

Swallows are ashamed and jealous, and butterflies are busy around bees. unforgettable

The fragrant bottle is diligent, the cold is new, and the jade leaks for a long time. How much affection, only worry about the invasion of the corridor.

Ask with a smile when you want to go back. When I approached, the Prime Minister flew into a rage. Break someone's intestines.

Give me a vacation and spare time to get on the horse. Minus word Magnolia Year: Song Author: genre: word cangue flower "Liu".

I know Dong Jun has been paying attention for a long time. Green and red.

The haggard is due to a night wind. A flirtatious butterfly.

I'm afraid to support my heart. Don't leave your cloak.

If you don't sue Dong Jun, who will you sue?