Poems describing the morning glow

A hundred flowers blossom (towards Bu Zhi)

It looks red and greasy in the sunrise. Eyes are bright. Clouds are thick and snow is light and fragrant. Without words, you can call back and hope for the unknown. All kinds of pearls are green. How to dig a well and bottom on a low stone. Slightly to the ear, there are thousands of miles of concentric. Drinking the West Pool, the cold toad fills the screen window, in the hearts of people in the same language family.

Linjiangxian (Chen Shidao)

The winding path is inclined to the horse, and the bridge is flowing. Shallow shirt and deep sleeves leaning against the door. Because of some ideas, I have to praise them in every way. The pink face gives birth to the bright moon, and the wine is ready to return. Spring breeze can also purify frost. Willing to hold the honeymoon quilt with Du Jiahua.

Butterfly Hua Lian (Chen Conggu)

The sky decorated the dew with pale yellow beads. Trapped in the east wind, the spring scenery is infinitely charming. See the red mud language. Light makeup is said to be gold thread. No * * * led China to win or lose. When the back of the house is open, I want to find spring. Go like the morning glow, no fixed place. That's even more urgent.

And Zhang Xianggong's nostalgia for ancient poems in Taiyuan Mountain Pavilion (Cui Gong)

High leisure, in the mountains and rivers. The morning glow is spread to the right, and the cool wind is white.

The hidden sinus stirs the spring, and the stone road is steep. One step at a time, there is victory, but the difference is common feelings.

Vantage (Du Fu)

The purple calyx holds a thousand pistils, and the yellow beard shines on thousands of flowers. I suddenly wondered what was going on in the morning glow when it was raining at dusk.

I'm afraid it's Pan 'an County, so I can stay in Weijie. Know a good color and don't be a burden.

Traveling with Yang (Guan Xiu)

For the sake of Samsung in the county, Gong Huang accidentally gave Qiao Song a hand. Every day, the calendar does not dispute the road.

The moss outside the cloud must be left behind. Before the moon falls, the falcon enters the mountain.

Stay in the mountains and you can't see the sunrise. Milk apes play with dangerous trees,

The dew is green and crisp, and the peaks are born. It was fair to thank justice at first, but what happened outside was sad.

Shiyang vaguely attracts Yao grass, and peach blossoms seem to have opened a fairy palace. Eventually, Angelica will make up for my monarch,

Good mountains and good water are compatible.

Two Poems of Cloud Crane (Huang Tingjian)

Smoke clouds are mixed and sparse, and fog and rain are denser.

The guests in the garden are all silk, and spiders are flying in groups with net masks.

The scenery is intricate, and every grass and tree is fascinating.

May the morning glow be dyed in five colors to fill the king's robe.