Which poems contain "beauty" and "shallow words"?

In autumn, Liu Yuxi's poems are clear and clear, frost comes at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Trying to go deep into the bone marrow on a tall building is as crazy as spring. When you see Cui Jiu and Pei Di, you must laugh at those hills and valleys, although you feel that you want to go back to this maze of mountains. Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain. In early summer, the water in Daimin Duck Pond in Bird is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden. Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Reading in winter night shows that the ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old. What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do. On Dongyang Road, the valley of Huangzhen Town is pale and thin, and it obliquely passes through the forest during the day. The cliff collapses and detours, and the wood falls to see others. The wild water is noisy and the mountain bridge is shallow sand. Sebiferum, the former village sapium sebiferum, is ripe, and it is suspected to be early plum. In early spring, only two or three flowers were planted in the south branch of Bai Yuchan, and the snow was a little pink. Light smoke thick moon, deep water shallow sand. Climb the Wild Goose Mountain with my friend Meng Haoran, and the world will be reincarnated in ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country. Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph. Liu Yuxi often hates that his writing is shallow and no one's wishes are profound. At present, we look at each other and our hearts are full of love. The court was shallow at the grass-roots level and naturally did nothing. I dare not complain about the spring breeze. At the beginning of Yuwan, Guangxi came to Lvwan for fishing in spring, and apricot blossoms were chaotic in spring. The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green. Du Fu was bored by the flowers on the river and lost his mind. He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago. Flowers are like splendid flowers, like rivers, and my heart is really afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head. There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel. Look east at the flowers and cigarettes in Shaocheng. It's time for the high glistening in western restaurants to resolve jealousy. Who can take me to drink, call a beautiful woman, sing, laugh, dance and have a good life? The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Love flowers don't want to die, but they are afraid to spend all their years urging each other. Many branches are easy to fall, and young leaves are discussed in detail. The water sill sent Du Fu to Guo Xuan, and there was no village overlooking the credit. Clear water, almost drowning both sides; Green trees and flowers in full bloom in the evening. It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. The city is crowded with thousands of people; There are only two Three Lamps District here, and it's free. The weather in Sichuan Province often rains at night, and the sky is clearly clear by the railings beside the water. The flowers were drenched by the rain, the trees were covered with thick puddles, and my clothes and pillows were dry. I can't bear the current infirmity, but also the utilitarian and floating value. Pour the wine slowly, I rely on it to accompany me for a lifetime. On the bank of Luoshui Bridge, the sun sets in spring, and Bixi is light and shallow. Strangers for no reason met with strong winds, which made Yuanyang splash. Yang Liuzhi Liu Yuxi first ushered in spring, and the pale yellow and green set off the balcony. It is only because of elegant feelings that it is destroyed by the long spring breeze. Untitled sikongshu is not fishing by boat, but the moon sets in Jiangcun. Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach. Twenty-four poems, every word of romance. If you don't worry, words won't affect you. This is a real massacre, ups and downs. Autumn comes when the wine is full, and autumn comes when the flowers are exhausted. Dust in the sky, suddenly the sea, shallow and deep gathering and scattering, take one of Wan Li. What's more, Wen rarely meets each other and thinks about each other for a long time. His eyebrows are shallow and he smokes like a willow. Hang a green curtain, tie a knot, and wait for Langyan embroidery. Last month, the city was as white as snow, and cicadas were worried about beauty. Palace trees are dark, magpie bridges are horizontal, and jade cards are reported first. Bodhisattva Manwen has a pillow in the water curtain, and the warm fragrance makes her fall asleep. Miss acacia, the room is lukewarm, the incense burner is fragrant, and even the embroidered mandarin ducks are fragrant. Such an environment is unimaginable. Autumn lotus root is light, and people win uneven scissors. When spring comes, geese begin to fly north, geese fly and the moon in the sky disappears. Bodhisattva is full of apricot flowers with dew and fragrant snow, and the leaves of Populus davidiana are even more strange. The moonlight was dim, and I felt the smell of Xiaoying. Green screen jade hook, light makeup and fine eyebrows. Spring dream is about love, cicada is light in the mirror, magnolia is light, the scenery on the money city is chaotic, and the waves at the door beat the coast in spring. When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first. Feelings are getting late, and the mirror is full of surprises. I used to hate Fang Zun, but today I'm afraid of shallowness. Tease Qin Guan Liu An, the water is shallow. Laughing at the lotus calls for a female companion, and the new makeup is full of sunshine. Water regulates qi to disperse bitter water, and the boat laughs at the setting sun. This is heartbreaking. Fei Mingqu Wang Anshi Fei Ming first married Hu Er, and both felt cars were Hu Ji. Erotic language has no place to live, and it spreads to pipa. The golden pole stirred his hand and tried to persuade Hu to drink. The maid-in-waiting in the Han palace wept, and the pedestrians on the sand looked back. Hann is shallow and deep, and he has known each other all his life. Poor Qingling is gone, and still has the strings of mourning music. Yan, picking mulberry seeds, is full of beautiful spring. Smiling slightly, I hate looking through the curtains. Ask frequently where home is, not in the world of mortals. If you face the clouds, you should be a dreamer tonight. Yan Cai sang, Jin Feng dew cool first night, autumn grass window. A shallow drunk and idle sleep, a pillow river wind dream is not round. Long love and short hate are hard to send, wasting red paper. Try to brush the strings, but I'm afraid the heart will pass secretly. Sauvignon Blanc Yan Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, if you ask, it's already late. Unless we meet. Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, who do you want to talk to? Shallow lovers don't know