Buyyun Tang Bohu's "Yin of Flowers and Moon" No. 5
Original rhyme of Tang Bohu's "Yin of Flowers and Moon"
The flowers and moon on a spring night are worth a thousand gold, I love the fragrance of these flowers With the moon.
The flowers bloom under the moon and the spring is silent. The flowers are shy and the moonlight is dark at night.
The cup invites the shadow of the moon to come over the flowers, and I am drunk, holding the flower branches in my hands and chanting to the moon.
The bright moon is easy to lose and the flowers are easy to grow old. Don’t lose your heart to appreciate flowers in the middle of the month.
The original rhyme of Bu Tang Bohu's "Yin of the Flower and the Moon"
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Poetry·The gentle breeze blows the willows
The flowers are precious in the morning and the moon is precious at night Like gold, I love flowers alone and rejoice in the moonlight.
The moon is full, the flowers are blooming, the shadows are sparse, the flowers are blooming, the moon is falling, and the fragrance is dark.
A good teacher comes to the flower pavilion on the moon, and a good friend chants to the moon in the flower pavilion.
Looking for old traces in front of the flowers under the moon, the beauty of the flowers and the moon are in your heart.
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Poetry·Wen Tao
The appearance of the flowers and the moon is like a thousand pieces of gold. I love the beauty of flowers and fear the shadow of the moon.
I am happy in front of the flowers under the moonlight, but the flowers are waning and the moon is full of meaning.
Raise a glass and pour wine under the moonlight, and worship the moon and chant in front of the drunken flowers.
When the moon is bright, it is easy for the flowers to wither and fade. Before the moon comes, I always cherish the flowers.
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Poetry·Butterfly Love Dream
Spring flowers and autumn moon are as good as gold, and pomegranate flowers take shelter from the shade in May.
The moon shines brightly and the flowers rise elegantly, and the flowers shyly fall in love with the moonlight.
The long wind dances with the moonflowers drunkenly, Fang Yan gently grinds the flowers and the moon sings.
The crescent moon is missing and the flowers are easy to wither, like a beautiful flower, the moon is as beautiful as it wants.
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Poetry · Zhiruo Jingxuan
Admiring the full moon is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the pomegranate flowers in May are green and gloomy.
The red flowers are silent in the cold moon, and the flying flowers are pouring into the jade moon.
Yao Zhi dances with the moon and the flowers are intoxicated, red wine waters the flowers and the moon chants.
On a moonlit night, the jade-carved curling pot holds flowers and candles to talk to each other.
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Poetry·Yuhan
Flower love and the moon are as precious as gold, and the flowers in the garden cherish every inch of shade.
The flowers bloom with the moon and feel the warmth and coldness, and the flowers rise and fall with the absence of the moon.
I write soft thoughts while holding the moon in front of the flowers, and beautiful sentences while holding the flowers and chanting to the moon.
The moon is cloudy and sunny, and the flowers are full of tears. Don’t teach the bright moon to bear the heart of flowers.
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Poetry·Yin Qixin
The flowers of harmony and the moon are worth a thousand gold, and the frost flowers on the temples sing with the moon.
The moonlight is lonely in the spring without flowers, and the moonlit night is deep with thoughts of flowers.
I invite you to fall in love with the fragrance of flowers in the shadow of the moon, and you are waiting for the fragrance of flowers to sing to the moon.
The moon is cloudy and clear, and the flowers are falling, but the flowers have no fragrance and stamens, and the moon is heartless.
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Poetry·Ten Thousand Ifs
They all cherish the flowers and the moon as gold, how could they know that the fragrance of flowers loves the moonlight.
The moon is closed and the flowers are blooming, the mood is silent, the flowers are shy and the moon is shining dimly.
But Qiyue Huahun was buried, and I sighed with emotion about the broken flowers and the moon.
How can I think about the bright moon and the heart of flowers when the old moon is gone and melancholy?