Poems about hibiscus

Wang Zhongcheng watched the dance at night, and Hu Teng-Liu Yanshi, a stone country with few people, was anxious to squat and dance in front of him. Woven into a hat with a virtual center,

The sleeves of a thin beard shirt are very small. Pu Tao's lamp is in his hand, and he misses the west.

Jump the hub with a treasure ring to make your feet colorful and your boots soft. Four seats are speechless,

The flute and pipa are all on your head. Spread a pile of new carpets and snow, and gently brush red candles.

Dancing in the bar, the silk tube is off. Hibiscus flowers look at the waning moon in the west.

Can Xue thinks the storm and Zen outside, but he should be forbidden by hibiscus flowers.

I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine trees.

Five-element poem "Lotus Map" Yuan/Yi Shu (dí)

The flower of love blooms in the morning and the flower of pity falls in the evening.

Although the color is pleasant, the quality is not thin.

The pavilion reflects the pool and is graceful.

Like hibiscus flowers, vaguely peony.

In hot weather, the fragrance will fade, but this is the only one.

The flowers in spring clothes are fine, and the hibiscus is fragrant at the beginning.