Sister Moon, let's talk.

1. The more beautiful the poems about spring flowers and autumn moon, the better. Spring in poetry 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.

(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass)) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.

(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai Miscellaneous History) 9. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring garden can't be closed, an apricot goes out of the wall.

(Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worthwhile to visit the park") Poetry of Flowers 1. Cold plums in front of the window, flowers at the end. -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems 2. Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.

-Du Qiuniang "Goldilocks" 3. Fishing boats chase water and love mountain villages, and peach trees on both sides lead him to Guyuan. -Wang Wei's "Taoyuan Star" 4. Wait until the mountain holiday, I will come again in chrysanthemum time.

-Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" 5. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. 6, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.

-Tao Yuanming's "Drinking" 7. Crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and roses were fragrant. 8. You can't close the garden in spring. -Ye Shaoweng's "Not Worth Visiting the Garden" 9. The lotus leaf in the sky is infinitely bright, and the lotus flower in the sun is red —— Yang Wanli's "Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" 10, and the clothes and towels are falling with jujube flowers.

-Su Shi's "Huanxisha" 1 1, disappointed with the red peony in front of the stage, only two remnants came late. -Bai Juyi's Poems on Precious Peony Flowers 12. The passionate peony contains tears of spring and is unable to lie on the branches of roses.

-Qin Guan's Five Poems on Spring Day 13, a few plums in the corner, hanling alone. -Wang Song Anshi's Plum Blossom 14, Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in Luoyang Oriental, flying around.

—— Liu Xiyi 15, Huayang falls full, Wendaolong crosses five streams. 16, rice fragrance says bumper harvest, listen to frogs.

-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" 17, pear blossoms are everywhere. 18, the children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.

19, spring will not come back, and cherry blossoms will be seen in the jade window. -Li Bai's "Farewell" 20, August cold reed flowers, autumn river waves white.

-Li Zhi's Posting 2 1, Shu once heard that there are birds in Zigui, and Xuancheng has also seen azaleas. -Li Bai's "Look at the Rhododendron in Xuancheng" 22. Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring.

-Xin Qiji's "Covering the Sky" 23. Golden like a clear moon, the full moon opens at night. -He Yinglong's osmanthus moon 1. Poetry of Han and Wei Dynasties 1. The bright moon shines at night, promoting the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid. Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully. Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of not having a solid name? 2, listen to the moon poem, listen to the moon building head is too clear, listen to the moon according to the building is the most distinct. Skyscrapers turn silently, and medicines jingle.

The music is wide and cold, and the axe is tinkling. Occasionally, a fragrance blew away Chang 'e's laughter.

3, the bright moon is in the sky, the bright moon is in the sky, according to my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.

Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

4, complaining about new songs, fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.

In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the coolness will take away the heat.

If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost. Second, the poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties looks at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian). In the atrium, there is a crow in Bai Shu and a silent and moist osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. Guan Shanyue (Li Bai) The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Drink the bright moon (Li Bai) from a pot of wine among the flowers alone, and I will drink it alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Ye Si (Li Bai) has such a bright thread at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Moonlight night (Liu) half full moon color, Beidou south withered. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Chang 'e (Li Shangyin) mica screen candle shadow is deep, the long river is gradually falling, and the stars are sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

On August 15th, jathyapple (Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty) looked at the moon and flew into the mirror, returning to his heart and folding his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

A Moonlit Night Memories Brothers (Du Fu) Wanderers listen to drums and geese sing Qiu Ge. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. When Shuangyue (Li Shangyin) first heard about Yan Zhengsheng, there were no cicadas, and the water 100 feet high reached the sky.

The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation. There is a bosom under the autumn night (Meng Haoran). Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.

The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. On the night of August 15th, the moon was played in Taoyuan (Yuxi, Liu Tang). Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.

Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.

A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.

Clouds want to move under the starry sky, and the sky is cold with joy. Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.

It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day. Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu) turned to court in ten rounds, and took people to the corner alone this evening. Su E may not regret it. In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi), the moonlight is full of cold, and the silver people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15 (Tang Juyi) Last August 15, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

2. Autumn flowers and autumn moon poems, ancient poems, and moon appreciation.

Tang and Five Dynasties? Lipper

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.

I also suspect that Yao Taijing is flying in the sky.

Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?

Why do laurel trees become round in January?

The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?

Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.

After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.

The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.

Zhang Jiuling, full moon Philip Burkart one.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Su Shi in Mid-Autumn Festival

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Meng Haoran was pregnant under the autumn night and the moon.

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.

The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

Yan Shu in Mid-Autumn Festival

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

Full moon and fifteen nights, Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Zhang

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Don

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

3. What are the poems describing spring flowers, summer rain, autumn moon and winter snow? (1) Poems about Spring Flowers:

1. Look at the red and wet place, where flowers are blooming —— On Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night written by Tang Du Fu

2. Flowers are getting more and more attractive, but shallow grass has no horseshoes-Tang Baijuyi's spring outing in Qiantang Lake

The yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? -Song Liqing according to "Looking for Slow Voice"

4. The wind has stopped the dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night-Song Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

5. An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March-Tang Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

6. Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and ten thousand flowers are low-Tang Du Fu's "The sixth episode of finding flowers alone by the river"

(2) describe Yu Xia's poem:

1, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

2. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu

3, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -"Jueju" by Zhinan in the Southern Song Dynasty

4. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. The road is sunny but sunny. -Liu Tang Yuxi's two Zhi Zhu poems, the first part.

5, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -"November 4th Storm" by Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty

6. When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. -Tang Li Shangyin's Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night.

7. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. -Tang Du Mu's Spring in the South of the Yangtze River

8, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Tang Li Shangyin's Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night.

(3) Poems describing the autumn moon:

1, the thread at the foot of my bed is so bright, can it be frosted already? -Tang Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking

2. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It's too late to succeed —— Stone "When is the Bright Moon?"

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! -Tang Li Bai's "Into the wine, I don't see you"

4, thirty fame, eight thousand miles of dust, clouds and moon-Song Yuefei's "Man Jiang Hong writes Huai"

5. The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze cries in the middle of the night —— The Yellow Sand Road Night Xijiang Moon in the seventh season of the Song Dynasty

There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream —— Reading Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

(4) Poems describing winter snow:

1, like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Tang, Song of Snow White, sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

2. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

3, the mountains overlap and the gold disappears, and the clouds want to snow. -Tang Wen Ting Yun, "Bodhisattva Man, Hills Overlap, Golden Blink"

4. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. -Tang Du Fu's quatrains

5, Chai Men smell dogs barking, hakodate. -Don Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"

6, plum apricot fat, wheat cabbage flowers thin. -Southern Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II"

4. I am eager to write about spring flowers. Under the autumn moon poem are modern sentences:

Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and delicate begonia flowers are in full bloom.

The sky is full of small white flowers dotted with pale green branches and leaves.

Dianthus sticks its head out from the chaotic weeds. Their pink smiling faces are really beautiful!

Morning glory raised its big purple trumpet, as if playing a nice morning song.

In the field, a flaming Chinese milk vetch is like a blazing flame.

The blooming lotus stands on the green stem, looking at the distance like a slim girl.

Thousands of smiling flowers seem to whisper in a crisp voice: spring is coming! Spring is coming!

Clusters of bright flowers gathered under the leaves, like countless butterflies, spread their wings slightly and stopped in the air, motionless.

The breeze blew, and a shower of flowers fell, just like Shan Ye covered with a colorful brocade quilt.

Looking at a large area of colorful cherry blossoms, I really doubt that the Nine-Day Fairy scattered shredded colored satin on the ground.

Winter jasmine, its color is not as beautiful as roses, its aroma is not as rich as peony, but it is not afraid of the cold and takes the lead in reporting the coming of spring to people with its life.

The blooming epiphyllum is bright and full, dazzling, so elegant and charming; Trembling, dizzy, fragrant, like a white fairy.

Look at the two sky-blue petals of this little flower. Two thin stamens stand high, and the yellowish head quivers slightly, much like a dancing butterfly.

In the flowerpot, there is a lush tulip. The blooming flowers are black, and the slightly scattered petals are like black velvet, emitting bursts of fragrance and refreshing.

Ancient poems:

1. Taohuatan is deeper than thousands of feet, but less than Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)

2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. (Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion)

Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")

4. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")

6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. (Li Pin's "Meet Friends at Hukou")

7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

8. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")

9. The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")

10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. (Yan Shu's "Morality")

1 1. In May, there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Road")

12. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")

13. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)

14. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi's "Except Night, From Stone to Lake")

15. reeds everywhere. I am old, who will fly home next to swallows? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Yi")

16. Double Ninth Festival, Chrysanthemum Time Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" I am here again.

19, the flowers are more and more attractive, and the shallow grass can be without horseshoes. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

20. Bao Jianfeng comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.

2 1, I am seeing guests off at the Xunyang River, and maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

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5. Autumn flowers and autumn moon poems, ancient poems, Gulangyu, Tang and Five Dynasties? Li Bai didn't know the moon when he was a child, so he called it Bai Panyu.

I also suspect that Yao Taijing is flying in the sky. Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?

Why do laurel trees become round in January? The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it? Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.

After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful. The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.

Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

On a moonlit night, I remember my brother Du Fu and the wanderer listening to drums and autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Under the autumn night and moon, Meng Haoran hangs in the autumn sky, and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

On the moonlit night by the river, Zhang, the spring tide is there, and the bright moon is born on the sea. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Tang Wang Wei, an empty mountain after the rain, stood in the autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

6. Who knows this poem about spring flowers and autumn moon, Yu Meiren?

Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.

Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt.

The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?

The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

(Walking in autumn)

Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.

The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Then he went to the place where Qingyang was broken, and without saying a word, he walked all over the clear autumn road with a whip. Grass has no intention of falling into the sky, and the sound of geese is as far away as xiaoguan.

I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing my dreams to the present. How much is the journey tomorrow? It's cold and rainy on your clothes.

Pick mulberry seeds

Xia Tong hasn't flown over Joan for a long time. Who else? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight.

The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.

Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.

I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?

Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.

Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.