There is a poem with "Ivy", enjoy it! The more the better, the more detailed the appreciation, the better!

Give master Tang a living on the river and do nothing every day. When the ancient wood meditates, the remnant stars sing. Water drops with ice, countless beads. Have your own leisure partner, a green cane. Taiping view is surrounded by jade cases with peaks and peaks, and purple smoke flies in the hall. Sinomenine is near Tianmen, and the crimson festival is brightly lit and neon-lit. Every time the crane messenger sends a letter from Mishima, Feng Shu frequently sends nine chardonnay clothes. It's no use humiliating the minister on earth, but he doesn't pray in front of the golden calyx building. Gu Cheng first heard about the fascination with water and sky in spring, when the lake sand was rich in shore fat. There is dust and rice rot in the cooking retort, and there is no flying wallpaper flag in the restaurant. Apes perch on vines, sparrows peck at winter beds, and Chinese cabbage is thin. Lonely travel is forbidden and fishing boats return. That is, the rain is light outside the mountain and the grass is fresh in the smoke. The broken bridge is close to the ancient shore, and the flowing water flows from the inclined river. Purple fruit is not only on the mulberry table, but the green vine jumps around the tree. Human and material conditions only pay for nature. All eyes are on the stone altar, the rain washes the crescent moon, and the white vine drags it. The old man doesn't know how far away the fairy is, but the sound of jade flute is still on the roof. Draw a breeze on the vine, and the stream will be crystal clear. Reflect the ivy flowers and shake them. Fairy Zili, whistling in the light of the stream. Who can wash it, if you care? There is a cluster of wisteria, and the wild hedge falls in the west wind. The suburbs are far away from anyone, and insects are singing in the bean leaves in autumn. Send back the first floor of Guangling, which is chilly in spring, and hang green vines on a hat. Don't say goodbye to every pity guest, and don't go back to any different monk. Jinyao throws rain late, and the waves are shallow and dizzy. I miss thousands of tears in Sichuan, and Chai Men is absolutely unique. The song of the Ivy League was once called the Ivy League, and now the Ivy League is in the corner of the city. Strange years are long, I still see the intention of studying in those days. Recalling the past, Britain and the United States dominated the literary alliance, and there were only a handful of perfect combinations. Seven sons and five sons, generous and constant, don't let others go. Wandering in the poor alley is an old student who is stubborn and unwilling to discuss with the world. Broken hat and blue shirt worship the poem, and the famous art garden is out of place. The third-level examination institute is for ostentation and extravagance. History plate, word uncle test, to the hospital this life. Liang Bo's The Matchmaker sings about beautiful things. Liang Bo, who is as famous as Kidd, has many supporters in Selected Poems of the Matchmaker. Disciples can also grow up in Huangchi without the embarrassment of Master. I didn't know the article was valuable, but it never happened in a hundred years. Lights in the middle of the night frighten ghosts and gods, that is, if there is no lottery, will you fall? I tasted all over Shan Ye and walked into the deep valley, so there were more green vines. If this vine doesn't fit the length of the text, no one will look at it when the fence falls down. Shi Si is willing to abandon Wen Chang, and Wen Chang can't bear to abandon a vine. My friend won Jigga's protection, and I still read the article as before. Chasing the road can't be as late as the old couple in Xichi. It's already a snowy night. Guo Taiting knows little about this, but someone on Yuan Hongjiang recruited him. Green vines seal cobwebs, and drizzle scatters dreams of deer and bananas. Go back to the height of Laoshan and lie down, and listen to ten miles of flute a month. Living in a secluded place next to Zhongquan, there are old huts left, and white vines accompany daily life. I don't want to have culture in the future, just pray that contemporary people will burn another book. For a long time, family style has been in the third category, and there are six friends in the world. Disciple Kenai often mistake me for a pure lack. The mountain pavilion is cloudy at night, and the cliff is thin and sparse. Lanfenghe came, and Ling Ran was covered with a clean towel. You don't need to bring ivy, and your previous job is postponed. From a distance, the mountains and rivers are clear and green, and the potential is mutual with the chicken mountain. The handkerchief girl returned to the spring, and the street boy went to hoe. Miao customs were difficult to tame in ancient times, and peace was also necessary. Danxia white chisel room, I should live less. Huashan Bird Road Song Tuan is eager to try, but not angry and arrogant. Look closely at the bird path, the beard is pale, the head is right and the tail is burnt. Where does your sole thunder? It's staggering and dazzling, which surprises you. Flying snow and ice are about to splash, taking a walking tiger. Untie my purple velvet fur and use a green cane. There are so many strange stone pines, it is better to cherish a few in life. A dangerous ladder is not dangerous, but it is easy to work hard. The cliff is endless, and the heights are too cold. How can we talk about the 36,000 hectares of water in Zhenze? Sailing on the platforms and pavilions of Hehe Greentown, a large hall reveals the smoke scene. Where the boat was tied yesterday, the floating picture in the smoke was as thin as a bamboo stick. I know I am also in the dusty sea, and I have been misled by the monk. Hey! Andrew turned spring rain into spring and looked up at Beidou as a deep cup. A hundred years ago, the tree was drunk and scattered, and the mouse's liver and worm's arm were ridiculous. Walking through the snow after the snow, listening to the reflection, the pheasant in the pool ran to Yinqian River, and the jade cut the sand head tree. Mango shoes are pollution-free when stepping on snow, which opens up the dormant Southwest People's Pool Road, where the flying air excites the deep flow of the pool water. Huang Zhonghe joined hands, and Kim rolled in fear. I was deeply touched for a long time, and the ivy stick hit the ice. Black mandarin fish don't move during the day, and Zhan Ran is empty. Zhang Huai's ancestors lived in the forest for ten years, burned railway tracks and lay in the forest, deeply closing the study. Just like killing with a stone, there is ice when you meet. Zhao Yiqing's empty bag has no horse, but his laziness has failed. I was drunk three times in the spring breeze, and the cherry blossoms dragged the ivy. I can't stand the call of the people of Qingteng Mountain, and I still see the branches of Qingteng Mountain. Lonely roots in the ground, old roots out of the house. The vines are not purple, and the sky is the same color as Tianchi. The source of Tianchi is divided into Tianhan, and the gas field is particularly amazing. Only when the mountain people are strange and have a bright future will their fame be known to the shogunate. At night, the soldiers talked about it for a long time. Playing crazy and selling stupid will eventually avoid killing me, and it will be as fast as ten cents to vote for the old. In the birthplace of Dayunfang, pomegranate flowers are peaceful. Vines are like immortals, and ancient houses are blessed by gods. There are many strange things, which are expensive. Who can destroy them with his own hands? There is a great book on retired laymen. After reading several surnames, the names will not change. The grandson of a gentleman without a wave, the house of a famous family rings on it. Rebuilding the school recommended apple algae, but also to do a huge high-hanging fasting. I came to the bookstore to see this portrait, and the vines danced in the spring breeze. Autumn flowers send a glass of wine, Nanshan is not green.