A poem describing the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in ten miles

A poem describing the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in ten miles

1, people are idle, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

2. Break the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of demeanor is as severe as that of Yan Fu, and it is dazzling. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in the atrium. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?

4. Sweet-scented osmanthus is wet in the mountain cloud desert.

5. Jiang Yungui's flowers are wet and the sea is raining.

6. Osmanthus fragrans snows thinly and Tiwu rebounds.

7, not a human species, moved from the moon, a little Leng Xiang, blowing all over the mountain.

8. Climb Cong Guizhi and rest Cong Guiying. The king's grandson Hu did not return and was frozen stiff with snow and ice.

9. Gui Xiang is full of dew, and the stone ring springs return.

10, the sky sent two flowers, and the Vatican let them linger here at dusk. Don't teach laymen to lie on the couch, call out the west wing.

1 1, group tour in Shan Ye, cold osmanthus white in Shan Ye. Green pheasant contains vegetarian calyx and is collected from pheasant. Suddenly, the poetry is in the rock, and the stone is fragrant.

12, peaches and plums are planted in the world, all in the golden head. Climbing shortcuts, and this spring breeze. Glory cannot last long under first frost. South, green leaves hang down the roots. Qingyin can also be entrusted, so why not cherish the tree garden?

13, the osmanthus ice wheel is uneven, and the longan is not like a full moon. WU GANG, Yufu, what a coincidence! Let the south branch go to the north branch.

14. Ask WU GANG what he has, and WU GANG holds out osmanthus wine.

15, the autumn moon is cold and the flowers are climbing. * * * said heaven on earth, I don't know if heaven remembers the world.

16, West Lake is clear in August, where is it fragrant? Manjue dragons are all over the golden millet, and mountain winds are blowing all over the autumn.