A poem that begins with the words Wen, Qing, Ping, Ruo, Lan, Mei, Ting, Ning, Mei and Jia.

The article is full of people, and I once missed you. Bai Juyi hangs on the pillow of Li.

The more you buy, the more greedy you get. Shi Jianwu, Jiangnan Zhiling Ci

Just because the waves are big today, it will be windy at night. Xu Shang

If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out. Early spring in eastern Juyuan Yang.

You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. Liu Che, the poem of autumn wind.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. "Xue Mei first" Lu Meipo

Tingkai flowers are always there, and Maggie returns in spring.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. Zheng Sixiao's Cold Chrysanthemum/Painting Chrysanthemum

Beauty is a stream of autumn water, in the smog of Ran Ran. "Little Beauty" Janice

Beautiful women miss each other independently, but thin sleeves bully cold bamboo. Yulouchun, exploring plum blossoms in Dongshan