Red landscape poems

1. Poems describing red or words about "red"

1, why light blue and deep red (photo by Song Liqing, Zhegutian)

2, the wind falls crimson (Tang Du Mu's "Sighing Flowers")

4. The back of the house is all red (Song Loujian, "Xie Panduan Shu Hui Hong Mei")

5, the more red the spirit after the rain (Liu Yuan Zhong Bing "Linjiang Xianbegonia")

6, tears dew peach heavy (Don Li Jue "Jiuquan")

7, dewdrops dyed scarlet (tour "Spring Garden Miscellaneous Fu")

8, a few red leaves on the yellow leaves (Gou "Autumn Night Leaving Sorrow")

9, a bit of red leaves and yellow leaves (if "Autumn Night Leaving Sorrow")

10, washing red is more than light (Tang Lihe, don't wash red)

1 1, Feng Jiang (Tang Du Mu, Painful Poem)

12, Dynamic Cuining Red Update (Tang, Chunyu)

13, less crimson (Lei's "Two quatrains")

14, light reddish but not deep (Liu Tangjian, Begonia)

15, reddish, not deep (Liu Jianjian, Begonia flower)

16, the wind falls crimson (Shun Sun, Jian)

17, Nanjia Peach Blossom (Tang Yuanzhen's Nanjia Peach)

18, Pu Yuyuan is also a red coffin (Song Lin Jizhong's "Spring Suburb")

19, wandering favorite Zhen Hong (Song Shu Yue Xiang, "Zheng Tong Zhongfu Cai Tongdie")

20, the imperial concubine wine Qin Hong (Zhong Ming "Rose")

2 1, poet Mo Jingjiang (Song, "Red Plum in Piling Jianfu Temple")

22, a pair of pliers, such as red (Song Jia Sidao's "Two Oil Paper Lamps")

23, landing residual red did not fade (Yan "smell cicada")

24. The spring radish is lightly stained with vinegar red (Song Yang Wanli's "Two Kinds of Peony on Yongji West Road, Fan Head")

25, safflower is easy to be disabled (Song Shizhi's "Self-assertion")

26, the skin is red (Qi Tang has "Xie Dan Medicine")

27. Abolish the religion of peerless crimson (Tang Cuilu's "Mountain Lotus")

28. The small garden is still blushing (Song Chenzao's "Send Eight Poems to Cui Shou in Yingzhou")

29, the peach blossom is red and deep (Fu "Li Hua")

30. The more you wash, the redder you become (Song Pan Gemin's "The Redder You Wash")

3 1, wash more red and reduce (Ming Jing Bian Bian, "Hugh Wash Red (Two Songs)")

32, the wind falls deep red (Li Mingzhen's "Playing the piano under the moon (20 songs)")

2. On the classic red poem 1, the Seven Laws Long March

Mao Zedong

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.

Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.

Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.

I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.

Translation:

The Red Army is not afraid of all the difficulties and hardships on the Long March, and regards Qian Shan as ordinary.

In the eyes of the red army, the continuous five mountains are just the ups and downs of microwave waves, and the majestic Wumeng Mountain is just a mud pill.

The Jinsha River is full of turbid waves, patting the towering cliffs and steaming. The cross frame of the dangerous bridge on the Dadu River is shaking the iron rope hanging high in the air, and the chill bursts.

What is more gratifying is that when we set foot on the snowy Minshan Mountain, everyone was smiling after the Red Army crossed it.

2. Spring snow in Qinyuan

Modern: Mao Zedong

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.

When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!

This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

Translation:

Northland scenery, thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snowflakes floating. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only boundless whiteness left; The Yellow River, which is wide up and down, suddenly lost its surging water potential.

Mountains are like flying silver pythons, and hills on the plateau are like many white elephants running. They all want to try to compare with God. On a sunny day, it's especially nice to see red sunshine and white ice and snow complement each other.

Jiangshan is so charming that countless heroes compete for beauty. Unfortunately, the literary talents of Qin Shihuang and Liang Wudi were slightly inferior; During the reign of Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu was a little less than Sandwich. Genghis Khan, the hero of my life, only knows how to shoot an eagle with a bow. These characters are all in the past. Counting the heroes who can make contributions depends on today's people.

3, a cut of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Translation:

The lotus flower is exhausted, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.

Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.

4. At the meeting, Hua thanked Chun Hong.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Translation:

The safflower in the forest has withered, and the flowers are blooming and falling. I'm really in a hurry to leave. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?

Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

5. Hongmei

Song: Wang

Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.

It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.

Translation:

Peach and plum, don't be jealous of me. Hongmei and Taoli bloom differently.

Hongmei experienced a snowstorm and had traces of snow on her body. It still doesn't admit that its color is red.

3. About Wang Wei's ancient red poem 1 Red Peony in Tang Dynasty

The green leaves of red peony are quietly unfolding, and the color of red peony is bright and deep.

In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts?

The green leaves of red peony are spreading quietly, and the color of red peony is unusually deep. In the face of withering, peony hurts. Do you know what peony thinks?

2. Hongmei, Shi Peng, Wang Song.

Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.

It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.

Peach and plum, don't be jealous of me. Hongmei and Taoli bloom differently. Hongmei experienced a snowstorm and had traces of snow on her body. It still doesn't admit that its color is red.

3, "Partridge, a little residual red in the end" Zhou Zizhi in the Song Dynasty.

When a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air.

It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.

I kept a residual lamp alone. It almost burned out. It's getting cold, the autumn wind fills the screen, and it rains in the middle of the night. Every leaf and sound is a sad cry of parting.

4. "Partridge Sky, Title Broken Fragrance and Little Red" was written in Song Dynasty.

The title breaks the fragrance, and the poem meets the old.

Snow hangs on the wine noodles in the west building, and the spring shirt in Nanyuan is cool.

The fragrant and patterned red paper is full of poems, most of which are for an old lover. I only remember that when the West Building advised her to drink, she hung down like snow, and when Nanyuan sang and danced, the spring shirt fluttered like a breeze.

5, "Fisherman, but the nylon pole is red" Qing Nalan Xingde.

Autumn wind is not as good as autumn wind to cut hibiscus.

At sunset, the fisherman put away his fishing rod and prepared to go home. Even the autumn wind is gentle and refuses to let the lotus wither. The misty water, leisurely fishermen, listening to the melody of piccolo, were blown into the depths of the reed swing by the autumn wind.

4. Red bean poem Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Gong Ci Bai Juyi

Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang.

Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.

Qiuyue Hao Cheng

The Qingxi River crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn.

Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.

Huang Xieqing, a poet with long bamboo branches.

Silkworm eggs must be taught to find four sleeps, and mulberries must buy fresh branches.

Silkworms sleep in the old boudoir of Sanghong, and the night lights make cocoons.

On the eve of the government examination, I wrote to the secretary Zhang Zhuyu.

Last night, the candles in the bridal chamber were lit all night, waiting for dawn to worship the parents-in-law.

Make-up whispered to her husband, is thrush fashionable or not?

Yi Hai's Miscellaneous Poems Gong Zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Don't serve Yin Shi in Song Dynasty.

Tourists Du Lingbei, seeing off guests in Hanchuan East.

No matter where you go or live, you are a floating tent.

Autumn temples contain frost and white, and the declining face leans on wine red.

Don't miss home, birds sing in the night wind.

5. What poems describe "red"? 1, lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and lotus flowers have different colors in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "From Jingci Temple to Dawn in the Woods"

Interpretation: Graceful lotus is in full bloom, and it is particularly bright and bright red under the sunlight.

It is always spring waiting for the east wind. -Zhu's Spring Day.

Interpretation: Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.

3. Hundreds of sounds follow the heart, and flowers are red and purple. -Ouyang Xiu's "Thrushcross Birds"

Commentary: When I came to the Woods, I saw thrush birds flying freely on the branches full of red, purple and purple mountain flowers, and heard them singing happily with their hearts on the high and low treetops.

4. Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless. -Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion

Interpretation: Red flowers are full of trees, green hills are faint, and the sky is already west. The vast countryside, green grass, can not see the edge.

5. The boat on both sides of the flying flower is red, and the wind on the baili fish embankment is half a day. -Chen's Road in the City

Interpretation: vilen on both sides of the strait is full of colorful flowers, dancing with the wind, and even the sails seem to be stained with a faint red. Sail along the downwind, along the elm-covered embankment, and walk for half a day to a place hundreds of miles away from Beijing.

6. Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower -Song, Li Qingzhao, Zhetian.

Interpretation: You don't need the red and blue colors of famous flowers. Osmanthus fragrans is light and fragrant, which should be the best.

7. The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches. -Tang and Du Mu's Painful Poems

Interpretation: The wind and rain changes in nature caused the flowers to wither. Spring has passed, green leaves are lush and fruits are numerous. This is almost the harvest season.

8. Populus davidiana is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are Man Chun-Magnolia by Song Qi.

Interpretation: All the green willows are dancing in the morning mist, and the pink apricot flowers are full of enchanting spring.

9, the flute is unheard of, and the red flag goes straight to Tianshan snow. -Chen Yu's "Join the Army"

Commentary: I heard the flute far away, but I couldn't see anyone. I planted the red flag in the snow above Tianshan Mountain.

10, Qianliying sings green and reflects red, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine is the flag wind. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Interpretation: Birds sing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of waterside villages.

6. Qian Qi's visit to Li Qing, an ancient poem describing the red scenery, was unexpected.

Draw halberds, Zhu Lou reflects the sunset, Gao Wuhan, Liu Du flying crow. There is no porch in front of the door, and the city is worried about the sunset.

Chen hui ri Yan Gao restaurant

Sun Shen's son likes things and playing with friends. People are Pingyang guests, and the land is Shi Chong's home. Hydrology gives birth to old pu, and scenery opens new flowers. Even when the sun sets, I ride back and Changchuan shines in the sunset.

Liu Yuxi's autumn night is sunny. If jathyapple practices well, it will be pleasant during the day, rainy at night and clear at night. The moon is faint, the clouds are thin, the grass is full of thoughts, and Lin Qiu Chiba is full of emotion.

Juyi Yushun gave a gift to the Seventh Academy of Xia Zi, and answered it with a poem of a thousand miles, so people's hearts were solemn and one end was fragrant purple. When unsealed, the sunset glow reflected, and the wind was full of autumn waters. If you want to cut the leaves for the mattress, you should cherish the flowers. It is better to sew a silk quilt, and you will miss it like a gentleman.

Zhao Yanduan Huanxisha Garden is greener after the rain. The sunset glow looks heavy in the light. We met again on the east side of the bridge. When I wake up, I don't add green temples, my sweat melts slightly, and my makeup turns red. Some concerns are correct.

7. Mao Zedong's poems about "Red Classics":

1. Qinyuan Spring Snow

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. It must be sunny, wrapped in red makeup, especially enchanting. There are so many beauties in Jiangshan that countless heroes bend their backs. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. A generation of arrogance, success, only know how to shoot an eagle with a bow. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

2. "Shuidiao Song Heading on Jinggangshan"

Ling has been here for a long time and returned to Jinggangshan. Looking for the old place thousands of miles away, the old look has changed. There are songs and dances everywhere, and there are many gurgling waters, and high roads enter the clouds. After Huang Yangjie, you don't need to think about danger. The wind and thunder are moving and the flags are inspiring. This is a person's world. Looking at the past 38 years, with a flick of a finger. You can stay on the moon for nine days, but you can catch turtles in five oceans. Nothing is difficult to the man who will try.

3. Recalling Qin E Loushanguan

The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon. First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning. From the beginning, Cangshan was like the sea and the sunset was like blood.

4. Seven Laws Long March

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.

Wuling Mountain is choppy, and Wumeng is walking in the mud ball.

Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.

I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.

5. Langtaosha Beidaihe

The heavy rain falls on you Yan, the white waves are sky-high, and the fishing boat is outside Qinhuangdao. We can't see a piece of Wang Yang, so who can we turn to for help? In the past 1000 years, Wei Wu waved a whip and left a legacy in the East. The bleak autumn wind is changing the world again today.

6. Seven Laws and Mr. Liu Yazi

I can't forget that when I was drinking tea in Guangdong, I was talking about Ye Huang Zheng in Yuzhou.

Thirty-one years after returning from my motherland, I read zhanghua when the flowers fell.

Complaining too much can prevent heartbroken, and you should pay attention to it after a long history.

The water in Kunming, Mo Island is shallow, and watching fish is better than Fuchun River.

7. "Four Wonders: Photo of Comrade Li Jin's Fairy Cave in Lushan Mountain"

Looking at Jinsong in the twilight,

It's easy to cross the clouds.

Born as a fairy cave,

Infinite scenery with dangerous peaks.

8. "Business Department Operator Yongmei"

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

9. Comrade Man Jianghong and Guo Moruo

Small globe, several flies hit the wall. Hum, a few screams, a few sobs. It is not easy for an ant to exaggerate the country and shake a tree. The west wind leaves Chang 'an and the cymbals fly. How many things are never urgent; Heaven and earth turn, and time waits for no one. Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day. The four seas are turbulent and angry, and the five continents are shocked. All pests will be swept away and invincible.

10. Xijiangyue Jinggangshan

Flags are in sight at the foot of the mountain, drums and horns are ringing at the top of the mountain.

The enemy besieged thousands of people and I stopped.

Already very strict barriers, more United.

There was a lot of gunfire in Huang Yangjie, and it was reported that the enemy had escaped at night.

8. The poem 1 describes the red color, Lan Ju, Nanxiangzi, and the waterline is open, competing to pick lotus flowers with rattan cages.

Go back to the depths of the pond, meet each other from a distance, invite them to dinner, and there is green wine (branch, level tone, wine vessel, round, with a capacity of four liters) on the red surface. 2. Nanxiangzi leans against the green ant red snail and invites the female backup singer.

Summer boat light waves, casual games, soaked litchi red. In the evening, the red sun in Huanxisha reached three feet high, and the golden furnace added incense to the beast for the second time, and the red brocade lichen wrinkled with the step.

Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall.

Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk.

Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. What's more, broom hairpin, pink noodles, flowers meet temporarily.

Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people.

Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. What's more, wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak.

Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy.

Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. Xiao Yue, the migratory warbler, fell down, and Sue was speechless and leaned back on the pillow.

Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard.

Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood.

Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. Leave the sleeves (clothes, sound removal and wrapping) dark, and cup deep-spun fragrant mash (old, rising tone and wine) (o, sound removal, dyeing and soaking).

Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing. In the spring before the mulberry pavilion, the red and the heroic are exhausted, and the dance falls.

When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.

Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Xie Xinen's cherry blossoms fall at the end of the stage, like a bed leaning on a fumigation cage.

Much like last year today, hate is the same. Clouds gaunt, tears red.

Where do you miss each other? Screen window drunk in a dream. Xie Xinen, Ran Ran and Qiu Guang can't stay long, and the red leaves are full of dusk.

It's the Double Ninth Festival again, landing on the pavilion and fragrant dogwood. Purple bow gas, floating in the courtyard, rain at night in the smoke cage.

Brave brave new swallow's cold voice, worried about similar age. In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Feng Yansi is leaking air at the beginning of the night, and people are dying. Parrots sleep, flies hum and the west wind is cold.

Red candle, half a game of chess, painting Hirayama green on the bed. Money (level tone, "ten thousand", lifted, lifted) embroidered, leaning against the lyre, tears streaming down her face.

Throw the ball and sit in the tall building of Qian Shan, and the geese fly in autumn. The burning red candle glows at dusk, drifting away from the blue road and the golden well.

Thousands of miles away, I still remember the party last night. Ball throwing music frost accumulates in autumn mountains, and bamboo slips are hung on the curtains upstairs.

White clouds hate far away, yellow grass smoke deep wind. Like Liangzhou opera, whose jade emperor is played.

Throw the ball and climb the white jade cup without complaint, and the dogwood opens slightly. Pond water-cooled mandarin ducks, curtain smoke cold jade.

Don't put the red candle back before it burns. Picking mulberry seeds makes people go home, leaving the red chamber alone.

Clouds gather on the moon, and half beads hang jade hooks. Get up and check the land, there are new worries everywhere.

Rely on the east flow to take over the centrifuge in Orange Island. In the bridal chamber where mulberry seeds are picked, the curtains are heavy when you go out at midnight.

The slanting moon is hazy, and the flowers are red after the rain. The infinite sadness of the past year is still the east wind.

Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn. Picking mulberry seeds and cherries has made pear flowers, red and white.

Swallows return, and a few wisps of fragrant wind open. How much happiness there is in the world is known, and it is a golden cup.

Tube pharynx string mourning, slowly lead xiao niang dance sleeve back. The small hall of Caisang was quiet, no one came, and the yard was full of spring breeze.

On the east side of the melancholy wall, a cherry tree was dyed red by rain. Trouble is like a drunken dream, and I want to talk about it.

At dusk, Shuang Yan returned to the picture gallery. Sauvignon Blanc is full of red branches and green branches, sleeping late and getting up late is also tired.

Nothing to do, the shadow moves. Recalling the return date, counting the return date, dreaming that although we rarely meet, we know when we will meet.

Nanxiangzi drizzle tears autumn wind, Jin Fenghua residual red. Idle frowning (frowning, dumb, gathering, shrinking) Diane is careless and silent. She knows emotion and loneliness very well.

Jade pillow is lonely, and hatred is as deep as years. Who is drunk in the room with the curtains closed? The gaunt and melancholy Qin Lou powder is in tears.

Bodhisattva is pretty and charming, lying on her pillow and falling into the dream of spring flowers. Red candle tears dry, screen smoke cold.

Jin Hu urged to pull out the arrow, and Yu Pei was far away. Try strict makeup with tears in your eyes, and the plum blossom is fragrant and frosty.

Bodhisattva sings in the west wind, and pedestrians are far away in autumn. The flowers and leaves are frosty and red, and the warblers are dying.

Whether the lady in the blue room is here or not is a thousand miles away. The green quilt has lost its fragrance and the dream grows with the cold.

The copper pot of Shoushan Qu began to leak, and the rooster crowed in the air. Push open five golden locks, and the curtain of the three halls is still hanging.

In front of the steps, the royal willows shake green, and under the war, the palace flowers scatter red. Spend a few days in the morning, and the national flag is 100 feet in the spring breeze.

The courtiers dance and worship again, and the holy hand Nanshan will never change. Jump in the spring breeze, put on strict makeup, stop complaining about the spring breeze, and paint the wall Song Jiadong with white powder.

Cymbidium hates green, and peaches and plums have no word red. When Yanyan is in the nest, the curtain rolls, and when Yingying cries, the phoenix building is empty.

Young people are lucky to know where they are and return to their dreams every night. At first, the wind in Kinmen wrinkled a pool of spring water.

In Yuanyang Fragrant Path, clap (o, rising tone, rubbing) red almonds. Duckfighting railing leans alone, and Biyu scratches his head obliquely.

He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling. Zhu Yan should be shocked and haggard every day, and whoever leaves sadness will get it.

Personnel changes, empty regret, pillow for one night only like years old. Tears were three feet red and I was ecstatic when I got married. I'm still awake when I wake up.

Linjiang fairy is cold and red, peach blossoms are floating, and youth is depressed. The curtain of the painting building is light and cold.

After the drinkers dispersed, he leaned against the railing alone. The setting sun is thousands of miles away, and even the grass is fragrant, which makes people sad.

Pei flew back to the sky. Where is abundance? The moon shines at dusk.

A little red lips are shaded by green and reddish, and Meng Qiong lives in Taoyuan. Draw a bridge for the road, near the water for the shore.

The willow path is deep in spring, and it is closed. Without saying a word, he meant to be blown to Lang's side by the wind.

The magpie's six songs are withered near the green trees, and the willow wind is light, showing golden light. Whoever moves a cymbal, a zither and a jade column, petrels fly over the curtain.

Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. Sleeping in silence, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found.

Crane soaring in the sky, Xiao Yue falling, Suyun hanging curtain, silver candle screen window. Building a clock moves a jade rope low, and the palace leaks late.

Spring is shallow, and when I come to Shuang Yan, there are long queues at the beginning of the red sun. I want to stop wearing heavy makeup. I want to fly for thousands of years.

From the spring of sand in Huanxi to the willow in Qingmen, the color is yellow.