Drunken Flowers Poetry Solitaire Contest (Total Issue 83)

Fangshui Photography

This issue of Literary Home Poems is "Drunk among the Flowers", the name of the poem. This tune is based on Mao Wenxi's "Drunk among the Flowers·Deep Memories" as the main body, with 41 characters in double tone. , the first five sentences have three oblique rhymes and one double rhyme, and the last four sentences have three oblique rhymes.

Nalan Huiruo:

1. Among the Drunken Flowers (New Rhyme)

How can we owe each other? How can we meet each other?

The spring color changes from light to strong, and the autumn water changes from deep to shallow.

Yun Shuyun rolls up again. Blue waves beat on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

The spring outside the threshold of a pot is dyed with peach blossom noodles.

2. "Wandering among the Drunken Flowers"

Wandering in the South. Northern wandering. When will good luck come?

Looking back at the sky full of stars, I feel lonely three thousand feet away.

A cup of Siyuxiang. A cup of peach blossom stuffed wine.

The wind blows the drunkenness lightly, and suddenly it looks exquisite.

3. Drunk among the flowers·Listen to the song "Wish-fulfillment"

Thousands of flowers and thousands of leaves. It’s all jealousy in the end.

You are a long way away in the foggy mountains and fields.

A place with clear breeze and bright moon. Fu Meng complained softly.

The sparks are shining brightly, writing poems for you.

Shen Jian: Drunk among the flowers? Hengdi sighs deeply

The shore of the red lake. Green lake shore. The umbrella holders looked at each other.

The flowers fall across the road and the heroes fly, and the grass crossing returns to the boat.

Autumn heart is divided into two parts. The word Jin is cut into three sections.

In the twilight of the setting sun, the flute sighed deeply.

Sheng Xue: Among the Drunken Flowers·Three Questions of That Spring

One question:

I want to forget, but how can I forget, listening to the spring dawn under the window.

The lotus rain planted the east wind, and the bluebirds in my arms were planted.

Throwing flower hat across the water, pity the fragrant grass everywhere.

Thinking about that spring, thousands of lamps depend on what one wants.

Question 2:

You can forget it, but you can forget it, the flowers are small like lilacs.

Looking back on that spring, I still feel a little annoyed.

One point is too sloppy, two points is too cold.

Hold the seven points in your arms and cook in the warm red clay stove.

Three questions:

It is unforgettable, but I have forgotten that fate is created by the heart.

Peach and plum have been in love for a long time, but Qiongjiu has no repayment.

They say the hourglass is clever, can time be reversed?

Turning to the spring of that year, the moon was full and the love was little.

The moon at the bottom of the river:

1. Among the drunken flowers

The mountains are stacked on top of each other. Fog cascades. The glasses of wine are poured and farewell. The flowers and trees are in full bloom, and the strings and strings are playing without rest.

Introduce a song to return to the snowy moon, reflecting the clean clothes. I just look forward to the return of Jiuchun, and I will go to Longmen Yue.

2. Among the Drunken Flowers

Linyuan Valley. Huiyuan Valley. Time flies. The pool is deep and green, and it penetrates deeply into the ileum.

Stand and listen to the flowing water. I still sigh at the restoration of Guangling.

The two sleeves of Qin Cao are clear, and the aura is as grand as a waterfall.

Lucky Yang Yuyi: Drunken among the flowers? A drunk pink face

Greed to meet. Afraid of meeting each other. See each other indefinitely.

People are separated by shadows of sadness, and the clothes are full of tears.

Spring is deep and the color of the pool is light. The moon and autumn clouds are chaotic.

Three cups of apricot alcohol and one cup of pink noodles.

Manjusha birch: drunk among the flowers. Cherish the fallen flowers

The pear blossoms are pretty. Apricot flowers are pretty. Flowery spring returns early.

Lian Luo Geng Xiaoxiang, mistakenly entered the world of mortals.

Know the king. Desire to drink away from sorrow.

I have no intention of conquering the love of spring, and my charming face smiles shyly.

Big Old Bao: Among the Drunken Flowers. Cherishing the Spring

The nostalgia of hometown. Guests are troubled. The heart is troubled and the flowers are thin. The wild geese fall in love with the jianjia, and the catkins fly away from the willows.

Walking by the lake. Drinking alone after dusk. I dream of cherishing the three springs, and the fragrance of a courtyard will last forever.

A boat of stars: Drunk among flowers? Spring sorrow

Peach blossoms fall. Li Hualuo. The flowers fall and the spring garden is lonely. Flying catkins mess up the blue eyes, but the sound of the piano is broken when the strings are broken.

The mountain alliance seems like yesterday. Every corner of the world.

No matter when the return date will be, I just miss the wrong lovesickness.

Wushuang:

1. Li Chou among drunken flowers

Chao asked. Mu asked. Asking about Kong Yu's hatred. Troubles arise endlessly, and chaos comes to take advantage of you.

Flying fire accompanied the rapid floods, and there was a burst of wind and thunder.

Awakening the lost soul, sighing that there was no news.

2. Questioning among drunken flowers

Three questions. Two questions. Asking about long-term regret. Helplessness arises secretly, and anxiety takes advantage of each other.

When Yao Nuo comes to recognize each other, he becomes angry for a while.

I feel sorry for the person in this story, and my sadness returns to the letter.

3. Spring love among the drunken flowers

The cherry blossoms are noisy. Li Hua is making trouble. Flowers come to compete for beauty.

Bees and butterflies roll around in the forest, laughing in the world of mortals.

Destiny does not obey old age. The ambition is young.

Poetry expresses the love of spring, and the warm wind brings out the mysterious birds.

4. The flowers are like a dream (new rhyme)

The flowers are like a dream. The moon is like a dream. It's like a dream, it's hard to understand. There is no trace of sadness, but it is blown by the wind.

It is quiet late at night. The railing will look cold.

The infatuated love breaks people's hearts, and they miss Luan Feng without saying a word.

5. The spring breeze rolls between the drunken flowers

The bead curtain rolls. Jade curtain roll. The curtain rolls south and comes to Yan. Peaches and plums return in spring. A touch of fragrance is messy.

The sun is too warm and the wind is too slow. Chi Che suspected that the water was shallow.

Break off a few branches of red flowers. Reflection in the creek.

Huang Ming: Drunk among the Flowers. Untitled

Tourists are drunk. Beauty is drunk. People are drunk with the water of West Lake. The lotus leaves are returning with green clouds, and the fragrant wind blows from my skirt.

A bird in the eye is romantic, a fish is dating by the pond.

The love language at the old bridge means getting to know each other again.

Yang Yuanjia: Drunken flowers. Falling flowers

The wind turns the waves. The leaves are turning into waves. Heavy rain fell from the sky.

The flowers fall with threefold hatred, and the drunkenness leads to endless sorrow.

The red color runs through the willow alley. Brew the heart of spring at night.

The red paper writes farewell and depicts your appearance.

Short Memory Blue: Among Drunken Flowers

Deeply in love. Shallow nostalgia. Nostalgia turns into resentment.

The wind settles down the dust, and no peach blossoms can be seen.

Staring at the sunset. Xiao Guan's voice is slow.

Good times come to an end, and the fireworks finally split into pieces.

Old words: Farewell among drunken flowers?

Invite the bright moon, ask about the bright moon, the bright moon is as clear as snow. Returning to the palace carries the silver brilliance, leaving thousands of mountains in the cold.

After seeing off the guests, they rested on the terrace, and the mountains were silent and the apes mourned.

The shadow of frost makes people sad, and the road is full of sadness and farewell.

A brave man turns to a fool: Two poems among drunken flowers

1. A little insight

Always be gullible. Don't be gullible. Being gullible leaves sorrow behind.

The wind is rushing and the shadow is empty, and I have many questions about everything.

People-oriented view of the world. The people are prosperous and harmonious.

The beauty of blooming flowers moves forward, and this is stable and stable.

2. Splendid

It rains from the sky. Rain on the ground. Crossing the east side of the rain.

The rainbow is shining through the haze, and the road is sailing beautifully and brilliantly.

Clear water, green mountains and trees. Spring breeze in Taohuawu.

Together we plant auspiciousness, creating a beautiful and bright place.

Return of grace: Return of grace: Among drunken flowers · May you stay with me

Stay with each other today, stay with each other yesterday, and pray for each other for a long time.

We sighed and knew each other for the first time, holding hands and walking by the river.

Après-ski date. Rainbow people have it.

The years of worry-free hooks, and the promise of a thousand gold blessings.

The breeze does not wait for the bright moon: among the drunken flowers? The road of life

Comes with hard work. Go to hard work. There is no turning back.

Memories of this present day, a lifetime of poverty has passed.

A cup of tea is as good as ever. Two bottles of nectar.

It's hard to calm down the desire, just like being drunk.

Shandong Yuting: Among the Drunk Flowers·Flowers Falling

Red flowers falling. White flowers fall. Falling flowers know the wind is evil. The beauty fades away, and the rain suddenly drives away the new sparrows.

There are red calyxes on the branches. The leaves are fat and the branches are happy.

Don’t feel sad when spring is deep, it is fragrant and green.

Long Fu: Among the Drunken Flowers

Part One

Red flowers fall, white flowers fall. Flowers fall and spring fades.

Yarrow can be kept to ward off the evil of the east wind.

Every year flowers keep their promises, and every year people break their promises.

How can Fan Lizhou hide in the spring ravine?

Second

Not seen in life, not seen in death.

Don't complain if you don't see each other.

Coolness and heat follow the wind, so why worry about the fan.

The sentimental spring water is shallow, but the foreign land is far away.

In the dream of a butterfly, I still sigh happily.

Autumn Fades: Two Poems among Drunk Flowers

(1)

The flowers are smiling. Liu Han smiled. Smiling and making noise in the spring morning.

The spring water fills the pond, and the bright moon shines on it.

Roosters herald the dawn of spring, and birds are noisy on the branches.

There is a small boat somewhere, fishing freely on the shore.

(2)

Look forward to each other. Looking forward to each other at dusk. Looking forward to good news.

The flowers have fallen and the spring has faded, but I still love the spring.

Strolling along the bank of willow trees, my mind wanders.

If you know each other, you should have sympathy for each other, and never hate the light spring.

Yufeng99: Among the Drunken Flowers

Deeply in love. Be timid to fall in love. Love is infinite. I still remember the green skirt and the occasion.

Unfulfilled life wishes. The news was wasted. We are separated for a long time, when will we meet again?

Zhong Hailing: Drunken among the flowers. Praying for rain

Pray for rain in the morning and pray for rain at night. Praying for rain makes farmers suffer. The drought is hot and the wind is high, and the earth is scorched as soon as it passes.

Looking for condensation early in the morning. Come late at night and look out into the fog.

The sky is blue and boundless, how can I pity the fields?

Live up to this life: Among the drunken flowers. Missing my daughter

I miss my daughter today, I missed my daughter yesterday, I can’t stop thinking about my daughter.

Farewell to your hometown, the willow leaves will spit out gently.

Ordinary parenting is hard. The morning and evening crossings.

Now that I believe in Shanshan, I am not afraid of family mistakes.

The Haunted Guest in the Clouds: Two Poems among Drunken Flowers

One of them

Thoughtful. Mo Simu. Longing for each other ends up in the wrong place.

The hearts are eager to cuddle up, and the water covers the morning and evening.

Promises are perishable. It is difficult to live in a spiritual environment.

The honor and disgrace are no longer shocking, but the sincerity of love is still not realized.

Second

Fengyouyan. Zhuyou swallowed. Youyan lingers in the empty garden.

I wrote a poem about lovesickness, but sighed at the sound of the letter.

Looking back at Shang Yuxun. The eyebrows cannot be raised.

If you should hate the truth, your heart will be far away in the end.

Clever poetry:

1. Among the drunken flowers, the river expresses feelings (Ci Lin Zhengyun)

The water of the Yangtze River. Han River water. The rivers finally meet. The wind and rain keep flowing, and the old self is abandoned.

Don’t give up temporary gains. How to gain eternal meaning.

Learn it throughout your life and achieve your goals.

2. Among the drunken flowers, the spring breeze knows my intention (new rhyme)

Recall each other deeply, recall each other lightly, and recall the Qingchuan experience.

It is not easy to talk about your worries in a cup.

The spring breeze knows what I want. Also blow to you.

I am taking the violet fragrance with me, hoping that you will know the language of flowers.

3. In the midst of drunken flowers, no leisure all day long (new rhyme)

Let’s talk about meeting each other. Looking forward to meeting you. It's hard to meet each other as expected.

Winter goes and spring comes. All migratory birds know their return.

My generation is far away from home. Firewood, rice, oil and salt are transferred.

I have no leisure all day long, and I only sigh in vain.

Bamboo Hidden: Drunk among Flowers

Watching flowers makes you drunk. Drunken by smelling flowers. Helplessly, he fell. Spend money without mercy, only earn the tears of a fool.

The night is sleepless. The star-falling oriole is still sleeping.

The rivers flow forever, but the wind and moon never fade away.

Chen Chen:

Among the Drunk Flowers (Homesickness 1)

Looking at each other. Looking at each other at dusk. Looking at each other and thinking deeply. The muscle jade is thin and the flowers are yellow, and the full moon sells fine wine.

Parting brings sadness. Tears are buried with flowers.

The fleeting years are full of sorrow, and people in the sky are melancholy.

Among the Drunken Flowers (Homesickness 2)

Looking forward to spring. Looking forward to summer. Looking forward to seeing each other. Tears soaked the clothes, and the curtains trembled.

Thinking of leaving the shore. He took a step and looked back.

Relatives and friends visit again, and sweet dreams follow everyone’s wishes.

Hancheng: Two Poems Among Drunken Flowers

(1) Among Drunken Flowers? Buried Flowers (New Rhyme)

Full of peach blossoms. Apricot blossoms. The basket is drawn by the setting sun.

Tears run down my clothes, making them feel shallow.

Spring comes and winter returns.

Can the passing water be turned back?

Looking at the green willows with dim eyes, I asked about the swallows on the branches.

(2) Among the drunken flowers? The thoughts of plum blossoms (new rhyme)

The pear blossoms fall. Catkins fall. Float to the left of Long Street.

The unique branch of plum blossoms, the calyx slightly opened by the wind.

When can the shame be uncovered without being wrapped in fragrance?

Day after day, day after day, waiting for someone to pass?

I have a writing dream: among drunken flowers? Don’t forget each other

If you forget each other, don’t forget each other. Where will the love go if you forget each other?

How many autumns have we been apart, memories bring melancholy.

Acacia sends distant thoughts. I sing along with my obsession.

When tears fall from my brows, love has been buried in my heart.

Sparse Rain and Round Lotuses: Drunken Flowers · Hurtful of Parting

Hurtful of parting, hating of parting, parting is hard to say goodbye to. The sorrow is as deep as the cold night, and there are thousands of knots in my heart.

The lovesickness overlaps, and the waves are clear like lotus lights.

In the many reincarnations of life, the flowers on the other side are like strong flowers.

Aisi: Drunken among the flowers. Pity the loving mother

Pity the loving mother, remember the loving mother, it is hard to express the kindness of the loving mother.

Holding a candle to persuade the naughty boy, and presenting the case to the mad father.

A stitch of seamstress beats the scorching heat, and a hoe brings cold rain.

Looking back in my dream, my mother is on the road to heaven.

Reading in Deep Willow: Drunk among Flowers·Love Is Hard to Remember

Love is Hard to Remember. Dreams are hard to remember. Acacia and sadness turn into mourning.

The deep willow tree wanders alone, the waning moon is miserable and the wind is blowing.

Morning dew and evening raindrops. The catkins flying in the willow stream are white.

The wet lapel is floating in pieces, and I am so drunk that I don’t know the sunset.

I was shocked when I first met: Drunk among the flowers·Lovesickness

The moon among the flowers. The moon in a dream. Gu Miao resigned from Qingque. The brocade is sent to the clouds, and the iris holds the new leaves.

The cold branches are startled and the magpies say goodbye. Diving in clear ponds leads to more fish.

Her beautiful eyebrows touch the red sand, and her delicate hands pity the spring snow.

Xun Yang:

1. Drunk among the flowers? Knowing each other and forgetting each other

Knowing each other and forgetting each other. Hate and forget each other. Forget each other without thinking. The feelings are hazy, and I fall into dreams and think about them.

Where are the fallen flowers buried? The running water ripples slightly.

I only wish to have lovesickness, but it is difficult to bring about sadness.

2. Among drunken flowers? Peach Blossom Dream (New Rhyme)

Peach Blossom Dream, Apricot Blossom Dream. He Mengzhi's heart beats.

I hate sleeping late at night, but who knows?

The waning moon is clear and cold. The chirping of young birds is pure.

Hearing the wrong tone of wine turned into poetry.

3. Drunk among the flowers? Send the spring rain

Welcome the spring rain, send the spring rain. The spring rain will eventually go away.

The wind blows from warm to cold, and the clouds drift leisurely at sunset.

Where the flowers bloom on the path, there are few pedestrians.

I still miss the trees beside the flowing pool at dusk.

4. Among the drunken flowers? Jinping

The south mountain is green and the north mountain is green. Travelers in the mountains are drunk.

The bees go away and wander again, and the swallows pass by the door.

The spring sun is beautiful. Flowers bloom and fall.

There is poetry hidden in the small farmyard.

Thousand feet of ice: Difficult to meet each other among drunken flowers

Looking forward to the morning, looking forward to the evening, my beloved is far away.

I am full of deep love, and I miss you so much in this world.

See you again and again, it’s warm in winter.

Never forget the words of an old friend, and the blue thread will never change.

Zutian:

1. Fishing among drunken flowers

The bridge is far away. The water is far away. Far away by the peach blossoms.

Carps fly in the spring water, and egrets tremble on flower branches.

The boat leans against the green bank. Yan Liufeng guest stars.

Looking for a fisherman in the distance, who points out the banquet in the building?

2. Looking forward among drunken flowers?

Looking forward to each other. Looking forward to it. Longing for each other is hard to break.

The barn swallow has returned home, when will we see him again?

Xinghuacun Touman. Wine and kite love.

The wind has stopped and the wine has not stopped, how can I persuade you to be drunk?

The Silent Monk: Four Poems among Drunken Flowers

1. Peach blossoms bloom among drunken flowers

The clouds are intoxicating, and the shadows are intoxicating. The pistils of drunken peach blossoms. The beauty is beautiful, and the beauty of spring is everywhere.

The breeze blows the beautiful water. Pink butterfly chants pearl buds.

Who can wipe away the fragrance and tears while the string songs are prosperous?

2. Apricot Blossom Rain among Drunken Flowers

It is easy to pity, but easy to cherish. Easy to care about things. The apricot blossoms are lightly dyed, and the rain blows softly.

The curtain is low and the robes are green, and the two shadows are drunk under the moon.

When the joyful strings are fragrant, why should the pingpong be broken into pieces?

3. A river of spring water among drunken flowers

The soul is thousands of miles away. Dream thousands of miles. Thousands of miles of spring river water. Hongbi wanders around Tingzhou, wandering with thoughts.

Wu Jing Tao Xingmei. Partially shy of willows and green trees.

The forest flowers are flying and crinkling with love.

4. Drunk among the flowers. Drunk among the flowers.

What does it matter? What does it mean to be drunk among flowers? Singing steps on the blue sky, dancing on the fragrant land.

The wind is beautiful in front of the steps, and the fragrance in the sleeves is delicate.

Pour the cup towards Huanran and drink the youthful wine.

Xiu Xiu:

1. Among the Drunk Flowers·Moshang Mulberry

The clothes are stained with dew. Socks stained. The dew produces fragrant mist.

Far away in the mountains, whose daughter is it in the morning light?

The grass dances in the breeze. Ducks play in the spring water crossing.

There are people living in Yiyi, a place for gossip.

2. Among the drunken flowers, the good times are like a dream

1

Spring is like a dream. Xia Rumeng. Like a smoke cloud in a dream.

There are boats on the river and a plum blossom song.

My heart moves with Yunhan. There is no chance of a happy ending.

Sijun is full of sweetness and tenderness like water.

2

Mountains and rivers. Liu Yishui. Intoxicated by the tenderness of the water.

The cloud shadows pale into the sky, and the peach blossoms are broken everywhere.

The passing years are always charming. Good times come like a dream.

When the golden wind and jade dew are shining, I quietly meet Tan Lang.

3. Drunk among the flowers·Moonlit night to cherish your feelings

1.

Stay away from people. Afraid of being far away. People's minds are still confused when they are far away.

Grass grows all over the courtyard, and no one cuts the flowers and trees.

The moon is like a hook at midnight, curling darkly through the curtains.

Love is shallow or deep, and there are always people separated by clouds.

(New rhyme)

2

Book red beans. Read red beans. A thousand red bean poems.

The waning moon faces the dim light, singing about old times.

I am always afraid of lovesickness at night, and my lovesickness often leads to drinking.

Send a whisper to the stars, wishing you a long life.

Leaves:

1. Love among flowers

We have met before. Looking forward to meeting you. Meet the soft spring breeze.

Wandering along the flower path is a joy, whispering in confusion.

Two swallows fly on the branches. Mandarin ducks in the water.

Whoever speaks with a shy face, the clouds in the sky are dim.

2. Among the drunken flowers, woody flowers

Yellow flower curtain. White flower curtain. The flower curtain is full of branches.

Swinging in the wind, the red sun shines with golden light.

The fragrance of the bridge is clear and distant. Leaning against the wall with deep affection.

Why use thick pen and ink to describe Chunyuan with beautiful colors.

Roses are fragrant:

1. Intoxication among flowers. Thoughts of spring

Cherry blossom show. Apricot blossom show. The flowers are beautiful and fragrant.

Walking slowly across the long embankment, the mist and rain penetrate the skirt.

The fragrant spring breeze knocks. Brush the acacia willow.

My thoughts linger in my dreams, my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror.

2. Drunk among the flowers. Sighing for spring

Longing for the morning. Night longing. Who can I complain about?

On the embankment, the willows danced, and the green shadows were covered with mist and rain.

Flowers and flowers fall away. Chaos lingers.

There is no way to save the spring, and there is no hope of spring returning.

Jialan Qingyu: Among the drunken flowers. The fate of the world

The peach blossoms fall. Apricot blossoms fall. The wind blows and falls gently.

Withered and remaining red, the eyebrows are furrowed with regret.

There is no wish in the world of mortals. It was a mistake in haste.

When the front edge is not met, write prajna with a pen.

Old Tree: Drunk among the Flowers·Drinking Alone in the Cold Rain

Thinking of looking back. Afraid of looking back. Looking back, I am greedy for old wine. It is unforgettable that the moonlight is strong, and you can make close friends through drunkenness.

After drinking alone in the cold rain. Afraid of old spring flowers. Tea leaves are looking for red flowers, chasing love among the beautiful flowers.

Snowflakes: Drunken flowers. Swallows fly apart

The mountains remain the same. The water remains. Still green and lush.

The new swallow is lying on the eaves, and its figure is in the middle of the beam.

Standing guard in Lingyun Pavilion, maybe this is an unexpected encounter in this life?

The long white clouds are floating, and the old nest is blown by the wind.

垞垜:

1. Take refuge among the drunken flowers?

The floating clouds are vague. Broken clouds. When the remaining ink returns, there will be little time left.

If you don’t intend to stir up dust, what better way to write poems?

The sound of Zen is curled up in the mountains. The boat hides in the green water.

The autumn waves go deep, and the lotus lantern shines when crossing.

2. In the midst of drunken flowers? No feet allowed

In the city. Flooding in the fog. The spring moon stands in the cold wind.

The beautiful scenery gradually turns into smoke, and the flowers fall on the steps.

Tired of the caged bird’s mood. Looking at the beauty in the mirror.

Despite the epidemic, rain and cold, we look forward to the dawn of the sky.

Poetry Crane: Drunk among the Flowers ~ Flower Rain (New Rhyme)

Listening to the flower rain, smelling the flower rain, the fragrance is not as fragrant as the east wind.

The spring grass is green and green, and tourists gather on the road.

Reminisce about ancient jade at home, and learn Zhou etiquette when traveling.

I often think of Shun and Yao, and know the laws of heaven by studying things.

Peach Blossom Brew: Drunken among the Flowers? Poetry Crane

The peach blossoms fall. Apricot blossoms fall. Flowers fall and spring clothes are thin. The peach and plum branches are low, swaying in the fragrant book pavilion.

Don’t envy the branch sparrow. Let’s look at the crane in the cloud. Dancing gracefully in the green night, it’s a peaceful and happy time.

Sunshine on Fingertips: Two Poems from Drunken Flowers

Part 1

First love, not yet in love. Falling in love and knowing each other are shallow.

After reading Magpie Bridge Immortal, I just sighed that the Milky Way is far away.

Leaning against the window, the flowers and shadows are scattered, and the crescent moon hooks the curtain.

I am thinking about people under the moon, who will be my companion tonight.

2

We have always been in love. Falling in love is a galaxy far away.

After chanting Magpie Bridge Immortal, clear tears filled my eyes.

The curtains are slowly rolled up, and loneliness creates resentment.

There are many moon shadows in front of the court, like deep and shallow hatred.

Love: among drunken flowers, people wish

Follow people’s wishes. The bandit wishes. People want to be attached to each other.

I hate the sky when I leave, and I feel resentful when I look west.

Being tired all year round. Parents are sparsely accompanying.

The glory has faded, where can I return to the shore?

Zhang Chengyu: Spring Outing Among the Drunken Flowers

The cherry blossoms fell. The chrysanthemum falls. No one sits on the fragrant path. New pistils and old pistils are romantic, who is lying in the pear garden.

The chanter is not like me. The harmony of spring and autumn.

Who is afraid of lovesickness with the sound of piano and harp?

Fangmu grows buds: Drunk among the flowers, confused mind (Chinese Tongyun)

Confused mind, messy hair. Who will complain if the silk is messy?

The jade flute in the northwest is cold, and the desert is mourning.

Don’t forget your dreams at the border, and the loyal soul of the guard will be scattered.

The bones of the horse have not been sold, and the flags on the way back are dark.

Mu Yijun: Drunk among the Flowers·Nostalgia

Morning mist and rain. Dusk mist and rain. The mist and rain are full of sorrow.

The cold shadow soaks the fish in the book, and the tired pen condenses the autumn dew.

The setting sun Jiangnan tree. There was a returnee standing there.

The sound of wild geese in the west wind is distant, sending each other deep in the clouds.

Autumn Marsh: Among the Drunken Flowers · What is the relationship between the floating world

Praying to heaven and earth. Ask heaven and earth. What is the connection with the floating world?

The day before yesterday was all kinds of beautiful, but suddenly the frost withered.

Willows and green trees grow in spring. Summer dyes and lotuses compete for beauty.

The setting sun shines on the mulberry trees, and the true meaning remains in the glory and decline.

The wind is blowing for you: Untitled among the drunken flowers

The wind is coming, the snow is coming, and the snow is falling in the pear orchard. Build a snowman to end the memories of missing each other.

The night is getting dark with thoughts of the morning, only the white flowers are seen.

Looking back at the person in the dream, who is anxious?

Elegant:

1. Drunken among the flowers.

Smell the green plums. White plum sniffs. Such is the temptation of youth. Dusty dreams stir up idiots, like a handful of acacia beans.

Tears flowed from the fragrant paper. Do you know?

I don’t hear the sound of broken heart, only the knots of mandarin ducks.

2. Drunk among flowers. Annoying

Really throwing birds, pretending to throw birds. It's early for birds to be angry. When you sleep in the morning, you will be in true love, and in your dreams, you will have a happy spring.

There is little news from Guanshan. Who regrets that beauty will grow old?

Year after year, the red beans become smaller.

3. Among the drunken flowers. Time is also destiny

Home locust tree, wild locust tree. Crossing the spring breeze together. The weak one lives near the tower, the strong one lives without a master.

Could it be divided into concubines? Everyone has his own way.

The confusion in ordinary eyes is the gift of idlers.

4. Drunk Flowers. Grain Rain

The sound of orioles and magpies are crisp in the scene. The deep trees are drunk with green branches. The sky is clear and cloudless, and the grain rain is not beautiful in spring.

The meandering wind meets Anzhi. Different winds comb the extract.

I only see people sitting in meditation and send my feelings to the distance.

5. Reminiscence among drunken flowers

Do not remember each other. Memories again. It's not easy to remember each other. How can fate be reversed despite being deeply in love several times?

Mei Xian’s heart is pure and peaceful. The jade bone soul is elegant.

Inaction releases the cause and effect, and checks the floating life.

6. Listening to music among drunken flowers

Play the sounds of nature and listen to the sounds of nature. The sounds of nature are floating in the sky. The clouds and water release the sound of Zen, and serving the Buddha brings peace of mind.

Ling Ling watching at ease. Make music and enjoy the spring breeze.

Taohong doesn’t want to be red, but wants to become a Xiaoyao sect.

7. Morning fun among drunken flowers

Three gray birds, two gray birds. Morning dreams come to remind you of dawn. Hidden among the leaves in the east, the trees in the north sing the tune of spring.

The oriole has no sound. Magpies have no tricks.

Ordinary people’s homes are full of joy all year round.

8. In the midst of drunken flowers.

Call in the morning, call in the evening. Calls are filled with love. First complain about lovesickness, then complain about confusion.

The sky is thousands of miles apart. Three and a half springs wasted.

When I miss you but don’t see you, my long hair is bound to you.

9. Drunk among the Flowers. It’s difficult

Love is difficult. The dream is difficult. It was better then when it was difficult. Warm jade is lovable, bamboo horse and green plum are small.

I pity the Tianya grass. Not afraid of the autumn wind.

How can you become old in the green mountains if you paint your eyebrows with worry?

10. Drunken among flowers. Good

Spring is joyful, summer is joyful. Joy flowers bloom together. The shade is covered with hanging willow silk, and the water of the lake is shining.

Beautiful women wish you all the best. Dream about you in the world of mortals.

Phoenixes and phoenixes perch in the phoenix trees, only falling into the carefree land.

11. Among the Drunken Flowers. Lao Yan

We don’t meet. See you again. Finally become a flying goose. If we are destined to be together, how can we get in trouble so much?

The ends of the earth are far away. Liang Liangchen was confused.

The west wind whistles helplessly, and the Buddha crosses the infatuated love.

12. Drunk among the flowers. Looking at the flowers while drunk

If the heart is not drunk, the dream will not be drunk. Don't let the blue clouds fall. Drinking thousands of cups to your heart's content, all the flavors of leisure.

Cherish peaches, apricots and plums. Don’t let the spring breeze blow you away.

Be ordinary and show off, and spend a lot of time to increase your age.

There is clear snow in the Western Mountains: Drunk among flowers, ordinary heart

People are not saints. The emperor is not a saint. Anyone who is not a saint is free from illness. Live a good life every day and live a long life as fate dictates.

Benefits reflect true nature. It turns out that the heart is not pure.

The clouds and water are in the bottle, and meditation is due to the concentration of the mind.

Ge Yi: Drunk among Flowers·Painting

The grass by the river and the roadside are swaying and falling in the wind. The long sleeves are covered in dust, but there are few traces of spring.

There is no need to worry about prosperity and decline. Rain and electricity can hardly suppress it.

I just pity the people in the painting, who are growing old towards the end of the world.

A fleeting glimpse: among the drunken flowers? Outside the window

Outside the south window, outside the north window, the voice outside the window is low.

Flowers fall and twist into mud, thousands of trees form clouds.

The most serious harm caused by the epidemic is the high-rise buildings.

Time boils leisurely sorrow and piles up lovesickness debt.

Orchid:

1. The new rhyme of "Drunk among the Flowers? Cherish the Falling Flowers"

Cherish the falling flowers, sigh at the falling flowers, and mourn the fallen flowers. .

I am speechless and enjoy the fragrant bottle, who is so lingering?

The breeze blows on the purple road, and the drizzle weaves the locks in the heart.

Nine continuous sticks of incense, it is difficult to understand the emotions and thousands of confusions.

2. "Drunk among the Flowers? My Heart Lives with Fragrance"

The mountains are speechless, the water is speechless, and the speechless people still appreciate it.

The clouds are pale and the moon is shining brightly, so don’t worry about the distant king.

I enjoy chanting willow poems and get drunk with the mood among the flowers.

The mortal world is full of affection for people, and their hearts live with Fangfei.

3. New rhyme of "Drunk among Flowers? Flowers Like a Dream"

Flowers are like a dream, the moon is like a dream, who is the winner of the flower and the moon?

The clouds on the temples are full of sorrow and thoughts, and the purple sleeves are cold in the wind.

The heart is secluded and secluded, and it is difficult to follow the crowd sincerely.

With the sound of Xiao Yi, the clouds and smoke are mournful for ten miles.

4. "Between Drunken Flowers? Thoughts Are Like Catkins"

Thoughts are like catkins, thoughts are like catkins, and like catkins, they are still lingering.

Leaning alone among the fallen flowers, speechless.

The spring seedlings are fragrant with dew, and the green willows are brushing the dike.

The east wind comes back again, fearing that the fate of the world will be mistaken.

Purple Dream: Drinking in Spring among the Flowers

Watch the flowers fall. Listen to the flowers fall. Falling flowers invite spring drinks. The wind warms the microwaves, and Yu frowns.

Forget the promises made in the past life, and don’t ask about the promises in this life.

The glass of wine must be straight and deep, don’t miss the flow.

Yijiang: Among the Drunken Flowers? Late Spring

The wind is smiling, the water is smiling, and the smiling flowers bloom early. There are two or three red and green branches, and a few orioles are making noise.

Young grass grows on the embankment, and swallows circle the front porch.

Who makes a spring garden full of beauty and beauty.

Liu Zhi'er: Spring resentment among drunken flowers

It is difficult to meet each other when we miss each other, and how far away we are. When the war is over, the soldiers return to Liyuan.

Leaning against the window on a spring day and complaining, the beauty of peach blossoms only increases the boredom.

The water outside the door is gurgling, as if counting the days of return.

Bingxin Jade Butterfly: Drunken among the flowers·Falling flowers

Flowers falling. Leaves fall. Floating down the hills and valleys. The flowers are surrounded by butterflies and bees, who will ask for it after defeat?

Time is hard to hold on to, and good dreams are nowhere to be held.

There are joys and sorrows in the human world, but there is no way to be ruthless.

Yuzi: Spring drinks in the small courtyard among the drunken flowers

Look at the spring scenery. Sigh the beauty of spring. The beauty of spring knows the saucy guest.

The melting snow moistens the clear stream, and the sleeping willows sing the rhythm of spring.

The flower branches are shaking. Cooked rice fragrant mat.

Why bother looking for morning and night when you are always drunk in a small courtyard.

On the edge of Ma Lake: among drunken flowers. Home of words

Meet each other in the morning. See each other at dusk. See you in the family garden.

The fragrant water reminds me of my hometown, and the red ears are shining brightly.

Conscience Lanhuidian. Always happy Peng Pengxuan.

Thin willows grow by the lake, and whispers fly across the mountain stream.

Dear friends, this is the end of this issue of Word Home Poetry Solitaire. If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time!

Special topic for poetry submissions in Wenhuajia