A poem about an affair with almonds.

The poem about the almond incident is as follows:

1, Apricot outside the wall: Apricot outside the wall, yeast reflecting snow. How many happy families are there? It is clear that the river is windy, and the east fence is folded for one night. -Don Bai Juyi

2. Biography of Han Linzi: The trees in front of the building are pleasing to the eye, and the pool wakes up. Nong red apricots are in sight, but ten miles of red skirts are not hidden. -Don Bai Juyi

3, "Selected Poems of Tao Yuanming": Beauty is in the palm of your hand, leaning on an almond. The shadow of the window is deep and shallow, and the heart before the letter seems to be the same. -Don Tao Yuanming

4, "Jiangnan Defense": The mat is dark red with a small window, and you can hear the sound when you sleep alone. Silkworms hold small leaves, and swallows cry and become grass. -Wang Song Anshi

5, "Red Apricot Outside the Wall": The red apricot outside the wall is slightly tender, which stimulates the ink and is annoying. It is suitable for those who take the pipa, lyre and musical instrument slowly. -qingyuanmei

6, "Linjiang Xianshu Sparse Flowers" The tree is sparse and thin, full of water and ting, depressed. The smoke on the river makes people drunk, worrying about listening to Jiangnan Fu and dreaming of returning to Wusong levee. -Li Qingzhao of Southern Song Dynasty

7. "Butterfly Hua Lian Lushan Ancient Mouth": Lushan Ancient Mouth has many clouds, clear water and high sky. It is easy to see yellow flowers in autumn. -Song Guowei

8. Farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass: The boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. -Don Bai Juyi

9. Mountain Pavilion Night: Half way through the sunshine and ocean, listening to neighbors in the air. Every time the tide is flat and the water is wide, it is always envied. Go to the country alone, stop the boat and sail at night. Looking through the bedding, I want to catch a bird in my dream. Don Mutu

10, Sleeping at night at the foot of Niuzhu Mountain thinking about the past: There is no cloud in the blue sky in Hexi tonight. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. -Tang Du Fu

165438+ seven or eight stars are out of the sky. Before it rains at two or three o'clock, the road turns to the stream bridge at the edge of the forest in Laomaodian. -Song Xin Qi Ji

12, "Diversion of the River to Xixi Chuzhou": I pity the secluded grass alone, and there are orioles singing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Tang Song Wen Zhi

13, "Qingping Music Mid-Autumn Festival": Red candle half cage half moon. Don't come for six months. In the spring breeze, the grass is hissing and the petals are flying on the grass. -Song Xin Qi Ji

14, "Listening to the Rain in Yu Meiren": Young people listen to the rain and sing songs, and the red candle is faint. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. In the Ming Dynasty, everything was like smoke, and I returned to my hometown. On the Songhua River, the north wind rolled up the white grass and blew it to pieces. The snow in August swept across the sky of Tatar, like the strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Don Li Qingzhao

15, operator? Yongmei: Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Don Mao Zedong