A poem describing the buttonwood tree

One, this night, Xiting full moon, curtain with Su Feng smoke. The phoenix tree is clearer, and the lonely crane never sleeps.

Second, the buttonwood leaves are full of shade, and the Zhumen court is locked. I used to work hard and I won't be negative today.

Third, the phoenix is not without the phoenix, and there is no way to go. The phoenix tree is sunny in the morning, with weak feathers and high water.

Four, river and sea drifting * * * tourism, a statue of exhortation to disperse poverty. After waking up at night, I am still worried. It is autumn rain in Wu Tong Mountain Pavilion.

Five, the wind blows down the plane tree, others say it is short, and they say it is long.

Sixth, the phoenix is not without an emperor, and there is no way to go. The phoenix tree is sunny in the morning, with weak feathers and high water.

Seven, the phoenix tree is sad first, and the pine osmanthus cream is dry after leaning. It is not that the world grows in things, so it makes no difference to be short-lived and fragile.

Eight, tall buildings are eager for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of the plane.

Nine, wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

The tenth and twelfth floors lean against the blue sky, and the phoenix phoenix stands opposite the phoenix tree. Shuangcheng reported to the jailer that Wu Biao could not enter the Han Palace.

Eleven, the secretary of the solitary tree, simple and true; As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.

Twelve, green moths Wan Wan gathered for petticoats, and the black magpie bridge grew up to hate. I am sad that the phoenix tree is not an old shadow, and I am not sad that Hongyan will follow the sun for the time being.

Thirteen, the phoenix flies thousands of miles, without embarrassment; Master is on one side, not the Lord.

14. Platanus acerifolia leaves in the gold mine, cross-frame anchor machine and shovel. Beauty gets up before dawn, blowing a silver bottle with cold autumn water.

15. Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

Sixteen, where to synthesize sorrow, and keep people's hearts in autumn.

Seventeen, the leaves of the plane rain in the middle of the night, and the sound of the leaves is parting.

Eighteen, the raindrop phoenix tree has a long autumn night, and the heart is raining. Tears are not like hello, but thousands of lines are wiped.

The phoenix tree is really unwilling to decline, and a few leaves can still be heard in the wind.

Twenty, Kanaida see feather instrument, buttonwood cold branches. The son of the five tombs pities the beautiful woman's article, paints and embroiders clothes.

Twenty-one, Ding Ning Yui night frost, why not send Chaoyang. There is no news of Dan Qiu and Wan Li, and several pairs of Chinese parasol trees are recalled.

Twenty-two, Ling Xiao is indomitable and open-minded; Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.