What are the ancient poems with colors?

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.

Red, orange, yellow, green, green and indigo, who is dancing with color?

There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.

The first tree in my family, Xiyan Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks.

Dark clouds turn over ink and fail to cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong. She was in a hurry, but she came late in the cold rain.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?

The cold pool reflects Bai Yue, and the autumn rain grows moss.

The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.

The wind is uncertain, people calm down first, and the sunset should be full tomorrow.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.

Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

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

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Don't be idle, it's white and sad.

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate.

That's too much. . . .