Looking for Zhu's famous poems ~

[Recalling Qin E, the sixth day of the first month, jathyapple]

Bending around, the new year crescent moon hooks the cold jade. Hook cold jade, chicken shoes are small, and Cui eyebrows are tight.

Moths and snow willows add makeup, while Candle dragon wahoo competes for makeup. It's not as good as lunar new year's day.

[Huanxisha Qingming]

The peach in the spring lane spits crimson English, and the first trial of spring clothes is thin and light. The wind and smoke warmed the nest.

The curtains in the yard are idle, and the curved house is stuffy. Annoyed and bright.

[Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi] (controversial)

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

[Original check]

Cold food is not long, and the east wind is evil for a few days. No mood, no fatigue, no fragrance, only leisure.

Jade cut jade skirt, illness scares me. I can't bear to look at the blinds, lonely pear flower falls.

Every year, the jade mirror platform, Meirui Palace makeup sleepy. I haven't been home at this age, for fear of seeing a letter from Jiangnan.

Wine leaves, tears grieve. Think about Chu Yunsheng, and people will be far away.

[Qiao Jinmen Spring Class]

Spring is already halfway through, and this situation is infinite. Twelve haggard and reclining, worrying about the sky.

Good weather and warm weather, lost to Yingying Yanyan. The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.

"Jiang Shang Chun"

It's windy and drizzling, and the spring is chilly. Respect the former, recall the former joy, and once withered pear flowers shed tears.

Cao Fang smoke Nanpu Road, don't look at Qingshan with tears.

I had a dream last night. Hidden, Joe was speechless, for nai woke up, still sad.

It is easy to see the sky, but difficult to see Iraq.

[Subtract the word magnolia, spring resentment]

Sit alone, pay alone and lie alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.

Who can see this situation, tears wash the residual makeup. I am worried that my illness will remain the same and I can't get rid of the cold light.

catch sb's attention

Spring is soft, and the flower diameter is fragrant. After the Qingming Festival, I couldn't bear to look back, and the cloud locked Zhu Lou.

The warbler who sleeps in the afternoon window is smart and has no spring worries. In the Green Yang Ying, there are red apricots beside the Haitang Pavilion.

Partridge day

A person, the day is very long, bees and butterflies are fighting frivolous. A day flies east wind evil, full of peach blossoms and fragrant spring water.

At this time, the meaning is too long, and the grass is by the pond. I still want to get drunk for a thousand minutes, but fortunately there are tea and begonia.

[Qingpingle Summer Lake Tour]

Smoke dew, let me live for a while. Hand in hand on the Lotus Lake Road, a moment of plum drizzle.

Simple and naive, not afraid of people guessing, clothes fell asleep. It's time to share, and then come to the makeup table.

[qingpingle]

The scenery is urgent, and Russia will be thirty in March. Cry if you want to be together.

Money who sends a message on spring night, the city head draws drums and knocks. I'm going to pay for it, and I'll be in Meishao early next year.

[red lips]

Yellow birds sing until dawn, listening to Tintin. My heart has been driven away and my eyes are full of tears.

Seeing is unintentional, and it is even more out of love. Spend your honeymoon alone. Looking back at the mountains and rivers.

The wind is strong and the clouds are thick, but it is very cold and helpless at dusk. The bun is swept obliquely and the plum makeup is thin.

Drink less qinghuan, and the silver candle flowers fall frequently. You bleak spring workers have felt that they have broken the calyx of Xiangmei.

Recent flowers and spring

There are thousands of small trees hanging outside the building. If you want to be young, go there if you live less in spring. You are floating catkins in front of the wind and follow the spring to see where you go.

Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu. At that time, being heartless, Mo Ye wept bitterly. Let alone send wine in spring, it rains at dusk.

Bodhisattva-level people

The mountain pavilion and waterside pavilion are half autumn, and the phoenix curtain is lonely and unaccompanied. Gloomy is new, but two moths are old.

Embroidering when I get up, sometimes sparse. Thank the moon for its mercy, but it won't be round tonight.

Wet clouds don't cross the stream bridge, and Hubei cold breaks the east wind shadow first. The sound of water under the stream is long, and a branch is fragrant with the moon.

People pity flowers as before, but flowers don't know that people are thin. Lonely, spend the night cold.

[Bodhisattva Full Autumn]

Autumn sounds rise and fall, and humming adds sorrow. Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.

Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil? Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.

[Bodhisattva Man muxi]

There is no new standard of plum blossom, and there is no enchanting color of peaches and plums. It's annoying and fragrant, and the flowers are fighting for it.

I knew what was planted in the sky and fell into a deep cave. No matter how cold the moon is, it is better than branches. Look.

"Queqiao Fairy Tanabata"

Qiao Yun put on makeup late, the west wind stopped the summer heat, and it rained lightly in the sky. Penny Weaver has been in autumn several times, but she still hates the tears from her intestines.

Cool into the room, quiet and happy, satisfied with the world. What is like a twilight and a dynasty, but it changes year after year.

[Two Poems of Nian Nujiao Urging Snow]

There is no snow in sunny winter because of the unwillingness of nature and the clumsiness of chemical industry. Don't let the jade flower fall to the ground, stay in Guanghan Palace.

At the same time, the clouds will gather together and the red sun will lift its veil. After six flowers, I don't know where to put them.

You should remember the cold plum in the dragon head, and you are really worried about the scenery. In the hands of the golden spoon, in order to spread jade salt.

The gully is flat, the dry and picturesque, and the ice wheel is cleaner. Ke Yan in Liangyuan is not afraid to turn off the lights at night.

and

Thin goose feathers were scattered all over the floor by Zhu Qiong and piled up for a while. If you lean on the east wind, you will be satisfied in an instant.

Jade is a tower, lead melts heaven and earth, but you can't see Cenbi in the distance. Beautiful women play, rub a few pieces and throw them away.

The beautiful scenery is hard to stay, and the wind and rain break the light. There is always a subtle state, which seems to pity the old days.

Liang Yin, a lonely dancer, laughs and squeezes a lion. Plum blossoms are still the same, and the cold pine and bamboo are beneficial.

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An oblique branch in the bamboo forest reflects the silence of the forest. I can't draw after the rain, and the shallow water is thin.

Blow through a little sweat and think hard. Before the wind blows, the fragrance is light, and the moonlight invades the flowers.

Xijiang bright moon and spring half

Get a dance skirt and a song fan to enjoy spring for fear of the cold spring. The shutter is silent for Nanshan, and it is already green, fat and red.

Cherish the lazy flowers and take a leisurely walk by the river. It's like a bird getting tired of knowing it and swinging around in a pear garden.

[Yuehuaqing Pear Blossom]

The snow presses the spring, the fragrance floats in the moonlight, and the clothes are still thin. Yan pillows her back and listens to a dry magpie.

Pink tears * * *, the rain is dry, the dream is clear, and Leng Yun is lonely. In addition, it was Jiang Mei who made a promise, and it was the poet who wrote the promise.

I hate the breeze for a long time. I don't want to lose my muscles. Deep apricot peach, for whom?

The weather and makeup are very clear, so enjoy the beautiful scenery. Mix it, take it from the flowers and drink it alone.