Who can tell me some beautiful poems with blue characters?

The water wave is like an illusion, and there is a moon shadow in it. Make a violet, want to scoop up a plate of jade, and hold the moon to reflect the lotus in the air.

Although the mountain is getting dark, I can't feel the change. How deep is the darkness in autumn?

Sailing alone in the blue mountains, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl. Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

The grass is blue, and it is everywhere in the south.

Autumn rain is like a rainbow, and the mountains lean against the clear sky.

The sound of the rainbow breaks the residual rinspeed, and the smoke is straight behind the window.

Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.

The mirror is empty and blue, and it is dangerous outside the wild goose in Kyushu.

All the flowers in the backyard are gone, and the spring grass is green.

There are four rocks in the east and west, and rock flowers hang out.

Yun Lan is impatient, and egrets have strong spirits.

The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.

Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.

Lotus leaves are infinitely green,

Lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are different in color.

The duck is withered and lonely, and the head of the jade scratches obliquely.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.

The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.

See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.

My humble opinion of Jonsha is that the blue stream is pale.

For no reason, the wind is whistling,

Surprise mandarin ducks, make waves.

High mountains, how blue.

The mountains in Zhangye are so beautiful.

The green trees and Yao trees in Kunlun Mountain are in the north.

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.