Last night's rain on the bow of the ship was like silk, and I was given orchids in my basin.
On the day of the Purification of the Purification of the Orchids, the tourists came to their homes.
Zhu Yizun's "Lady Gu's Painting of Orchids"
The green house is empty, and the past is empty, and Xizhou is full of stories about Xie Gong.
The color of grass in Qinhuai is still there, and the color of the sunset is even dyed with light silk.
Wang Shishen's "Painting of Orchids by the Lady Feng"
Beggars get the poet's pen, the shadow of the jade pool is parallel.
One from the weak quality of the resignation of the empty valley, the leaves and advocates of all the poor.
Shitao "ink orchid"
Roots have been separated from the dust of the poem can not be, to give poetry to the silence of the.
Who has ever shared the fragrance of a thousand orchids, and who has ever been able to enjoy the time when the ink was spilled in the pond?
Muran
Full bones and clear leaves are true, and it is amazing to smile at the wind and the back.
It is written by my own brush and ink, and this is my predecessor.
The Ink Orchid
Skimming off the scalloped grass and pointing at the spring stars, I am tired of thinking about the yellow court and listening to the dream.
The clouds under the leaves are half-faced, and the world is not as green as it should be.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who was so drunk on her own, and I've never been able to get her to do it.
It is not possible to be a fool with the flowers, but it is a good idea to have some warmth left in the dust.
Aisin Gioro. Xuan Ye "Autumn Orchid"
The temple pots of flowers, orchids alone, the former known as the king of the incense, but also to the party of the gentleman, because of the title of the four rhymes.
Interpretation of the color of autumn orchids, cloth leaves and green.
I love the fragrance of this king, and show the flower in the courtyard.
The fragrance of the yellow color is scattered, and the shadow of the orchid follows the latticework.
It is not necessary to have more than nine fields, and it is not necessary to have more than one book.
The Bamboo Trees of Yunqi are Very Lush and Full of Orchids
The Mountain Paths are Winding and Winding, and the Sound of the Streams is Heard Everywhere.
The bamboo is deep and shady, and the wood is ancient and dry.
Leaning on the threshold, I listen to the crowing birds, and climb the cliffs to pick up different kinds of fragrance.
Spring is half over, and all things are happy.
The Orchid
The flower is graceful and the leaves are long, and it is hard to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
It is not because of sewing that it can be worn as a pendant, even if no one is there, it still has its own fragrance.
Cheng Fan's "Aria"
The orchid is the fragrance of the king, fragrant in the breeze.
The orchid is the fragrance of the king, fragrant in the breeze.
Cao 寅《冬兰》
The winter grass is cold and blue, the orchid is also a flower.
The orchid is as clear as a scholar of the valley, and as thin as a poet.
There are several hairpins in the bush, and two buns on the top.
The window of the sunset is fragrant, and the shadow of the wind is like the veil of a bonfire.
Ju Jaizhen's "Jianlan"
The orchids are born in the valley, and the berries are all over the forest.
What harm can it do if I don't sew it, for it is already better than the one in front of me.
The carriage is over the mountains, and the car has been a great help in cultivating the precious orchids.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world for a long time.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a baby, and I've never seen one before.
The jade is a great gift, and the sky is a great place to be.
Hua Yan's "Orchids"
The clouds and gullies are all in good shape, and the fragrance is clear and cultivated.
The cool breeze stirs the night, and a beautiful woman seeks it.
Gao Fenghan's "The Painting of Zheng Banqiao's Orchid and Chen Irifu's Pine"
Irifu painted the pine and the pine was detached, while Banqiao painted the orchid and the orchid was detached.
The orchid has a fragrance, and the pine branch has a long wind.
Sitting in the wind, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too cool and crazy.
Huang Ren, "The Painted Orchid" (three songs)
Why is there a fragrance in the room, the four walls of the valley.
A fist of ancient and charming, beauty accompanied by a lonely.
The Yuan River is full of thoughts, and my heart is full of anxiety.
The paper window beckons the soul of the fragrance, and I dare not wear it.
Magnetism is the key to the success of the company, and the source of the fragrance is clear.
Jun came from Rim River, and got this powder book.
We, Ryo, have written about the orchid stone
A piece of stone from an empty mountain, a few stems of grass from a quiet valley.
It is written and sent to a man of the wind and dust, and I do not forget the goodness of the forest and the spring.
Li Fangying's "Orchid Album Page" (Three Songs)
The winds are cold, and the tears of the heroes of the past are not dry.
Setting aside the pen to talk about the past, the zither may not be tuned to the orchid.
Chuwan Qingfeng surged to the end of the pen, twenty years as a guest and hovering.
Self-pity does not sing the song of interlang, ten thousand leaves and thousands of flowers for the world to see.
If you are not aware of the fact that you have no idea what you are talking about, you should be aware of the fact that you have no idea what you are talking about.
When the house is full of worries, I am afraid of losing the fragrance.
Wang Shishen's Orchid
The orchid comes out of the valley, and in the fall it flowers in the field.
With me, I want to return to the empty mountains.
An Album of the Clear Sound of the Empty Valley
The orchid grass can be the same as the hermit's heart, and the white clouds are deep in its own glory and withering.
The spring breeze is born in the empty valley year after year, leaving a clear fragrance into the veiled qin.
Li Eel's "Orchids and Cymbidiums"
Cymbidiums and cymbidiums are flowers of shallow summer and deep spring, with a few stamens on one stem.
Though it is not as good as the orchid, I wish it could be planted in hundreds of acres.
The Valley of Fame
The Valley of Fame was written in such a way, but there were only a few potted plants and stone surroundings.
Remembering the spring breeze that scattered the valley, the cymbidium flowers like grass took advantage of the woodcutter's return.
Jin Nong, "Painting Orchids"
The rain has passed through the deep forest and the brush and inkstone are cool, but there is no groom where the female orchid blooms.
The soft paper is fringed with many slender forms, not counting the Ma Sinniang of Jinling.
Mu Gong'en "Dew Orchid"
Ice root and blue leaves are mixed with barrenness, and the dawn dew is near the sunshine to decorate the precious pearl.
Smile half-contained and half-expressed, heart brightly cleansed.
Shen Tong, "The Orchid for Mr. Yifeng"
The orchid was born in the empty valley, and became the fragrance of the king.
The fragrance of the orchid fills the four fields, and its color is clear and bright.
The orchid has a deep feeling, and it is independent of all the others.
What about Xiao and Ai, who are in close proximity to each other?
Shaw and Ai, the orchid is suffering from frost.
The winds of light are turning, and they are filling the dresses.
Cheng Xie, "The Half-Pot Orchid Picture"
The pot is half-hidden, and the flower is half-contained.
Not seeking vent, not afraid of withering.
Title of Coming Orchid
Two pots of orchids, one in the evening and one in the morning.
Successively getting flowers, late spring and summer dawn.
The Orchid
The orchid has become a row, and the mountain has a long meaning.
The orchid has become a line in the mountains, and the meaning is long.
The Highest Peak Orchid
The cliff is a thousand feet, and the orchid is in the sky.
There is a woodcutter down there who can't bend it with his hand.
The Orchid
Why complain about the shortness of the leaves when the roots are so big?
The spring thunder dives into the night, and the fragrance flies into the clouds.
The Orchid
There are many hidden meanings, but it refuses to show its spring feelings.
After the clearing of the sky, the essence of summer will be clear.
The Orchid (Five Songs)
The orchid is not a flower, it is a person in my eyes.
It is hard for me to write about this flower.
The fragrance of orchid is not fragrance, it is the breath in my mouth.
It is hard to write the flavor of my lips with a Xiangguang pen.
At the age of seventy-three, I have been painting orchids for fifty years.
Let the winds and the thunderstorms come and go, but they will not wither away for a long time.
One stroke and two strokes, all of them are wonderful.
Why is it so difficult for me to be so trustworthy as to disregard my predecessors' traces?
The roots are not in the ground, and the flowers bloom in all seasons.
This is the first time I've ever seen this, and I'm sure it's been a long time since I've seen it.
The Orchid and the Thorns
The thorns comfort its roots, and the wind and dew refresh its spirit.
The heart of the vegetal is not like the joys and wraths, and the grasses are stained with the spring of the year.
Title Qu Wengshan Poetry Note, Shitao Shixi Bada Shanren Landscape Small Format, and Baidin Ink Orchid*** Volume
The country's destruction and the death of the family always provide a boost to the sideburns, and a bag of poems and paintings is used as a head.
There are thousands of paintings, but there are no more ink dots or tears.
Sending Orchids to Yuan Meifu in Jiao Mountain
The hundred and eighty arrows of autumn orchids were sent to the stone house in Jiao Mountain.
The dawn moon knocked on the door and passed on a brief posting, and the smoky sails came across the river last night.
Image of a Potted Orchid Leaning on the Cymbidium
The spring orchid has not yet finished and the summer orchid is in bloom, and in the painting, I clearly call A Dull.
It is a potted orchid that has been plucked and planted several times.
Title of Broken Orchids
Spring rain and spring breeze write wonderful faces, and the charm of the world falls on the earth.
There is no one who knows me now, so I broke the pot and went to the mountain.
Image of Orchids on the Highest Peak
Orchids bloomed early on the mountaintop, and small arrows on the hillside are still in the womb.
The artist's intention is to teach the artist to stop and save, but the east wind is a good matchmaker.
The Painting of Chilan and Thorny Rattle to Cai Taishi
The painting of Chilan and Thorny Rattle is full of spring, but a few strokes of thorns and hazards are added in the evening.
The world is full of beauty and evil, and I want to see the warmth and tranquility of the people.
The Orchid (Four Songs)
Qu Song's article is high on grass and trees, and the orchid score is a great success.
How can I sell them at a low price, and how can I pick them up at the crossroads?
This is a kind of flower that does not want to be heard but only to be seen and heard.
This is the first time I've seen this flower in the world, and I'm not sure if it's a good one.
The orchid is originally a grass in the mountain, but it is still planted in the mountain.
The world has planted pots and ounces, it is better to stay and accompany the smoke and haze.
The orchid in the mountain is as messy as a fluff, the leaves are warm, the flowers are sound, and the climate is thick.
It is not far to send fragrance out of the valley, but it is possible to send it to the world.
Painting Orchids and Presenting them to the Taoist of Ziqiongya
It was a long search in the mountains, and I found the red heart and the plain heart.
I would like to send a branch of orchid to a faraway place, but the dew is cold and the fragrance is cold.
The Broken Orchid
Spring rain and spring breeze washed my face, and I left the Qiongdao Island to come to the earth.
There is no one who knows me now, so I broke the pot and went to the mountain.
The Painted Orchid Sends Yang Danshi of Fan County Back to Hangzhou
The orchid did not fit in the Shandong province, and who knows the fragrance that moved far away from the sky.
Painting a pot to carry it back, and planting it on the two peaks in the north and south.
After being seized by good people, Yang was very angry. And more than ten years, Yu over Hangzhou, and Yang Gong has been under the world for a long time. His children and grandchildren, begging for more paintings to make up for it. Both the title of the previous work, but also a poem said that the love of no plan to flower soul, drifting into the West Lake knocking tomb door. For the old man to show the pen, still orchids and orchids and grandchildren.
The orchid
Many paintings of the spring breeze is not worth the money, a branch of green jade half branch Yan.
The bird in the forest of the rising sun in the mountain, brings out the February day of love.
Painting an Orchid with Thorns for Master Lusong
The orchid is not an orchid without thorns, and the foreigners and the devils of heaven look at it with a cold eye.
The doorway is full of fragrance and filth, so I realize that the Dharma is vast.
The Orchid
The dawn breeze has never dried up the dew, and who has inserted an orchid into a crystal vase?
It is like Yang Fei's new bath, and her thin skirt is tied in a timid way, so I am not afraid to look at it.
The Orchid of the Eight Fields
The orchid of the Nine Fields is on a field on the river, but it is written that the eight fields have not yet come to full fruition.
When will all things in the world be enough?
The Orchid
The Orchid hides in the green hills and the green hills.
Who can come to the land of fragrance, but I can stay in the house of bookishness.
The Orchid
The world's pots and ounces are empty of plants, only the green mountain is my home.
Painted into the cliff, the orchid and bamboo leaves cover each other.
Pot Orchid
The Xijiang River is a wonderful Ganzhou orchid, and I have bought pots of it to look at on several occasions.
I don't know if the painting is still like it, but the wind and dew in my hometown have not yet dried up completely.
The Mountain Orchid
The mountains and hills are full of orchids, and the fragrance is very rich.
It's a pity that the world's eyes are so thin, because they look at it in two different ways, high and low.
The Orchid
Yesterday, I went out of the forbidden gate in search of spring, and there were no orchids in every house, but there were no orchids in every house.
The market place is not a place where people live, but the mountain is the place to visit.
The Potted Orchid
Buy a piece of orchid with the whole root, and you will be able to grow your children and grandchildren with complete strength.
Don't be afraid that this year's flower is still small, please see next year's flower pot full of flowers.
The Orchid (Eight Songs)
The Orchid with a plain heart and the Orchid with a red heart are always showing their hearts to the customers.
It is not the spring breeze that can make it, but the frost and snow were once very cold.
The grasses are in disarray, and the orchids have no place to be arranged.
It is because of the quality of the orchid that I want to move its roots up to the garden and plant it.
The orchid has been around since the beginning of time, but the orchid is not enough to make up for the cymbidium.
What's wrong with the thorns and thistles, and what's wrong with the gentleman's tolerance?
No red, no purple, no deep yellow, a few chapters of green leaves.
Only the west wind is favorable, habitually urging the stone to sweep the autumn frost.
The spring breeze came into the mountain last night, blowing the fragrant orchids to bloom everywhere.
Only the bamboo is the companion of the gentleman, and there is no other flower that can be planted together.
One peak is far away from the other, and three peaks are close to each other.
The orchid is more and more fragrant, and the grass in the dongting is green and drifts all over the lake.
Orchids and bamboos are related to each other, and they are always found in green mountains and green water.
The orchid is a beautiful flower, but it is also a good choice for a visitor to the city.
Half of the bamboo and half of the orchid, blue leaves and fresh fragrance full of near mountains.
It's always spring and summer, but there's no fall air in between.
The Orchid
The bees and butterflies have a way to get to the orchid, but the clouds and mist have no door to pass through.
It is the east wind that makes it difficult, but the natural fragrance is in the presence or absence.
The Cymbidium
The cymbidium grasses are at the end of the water, and the green leaves are deep in the shade, half wanting to cover them.
Most of all, it is the place where the breeze is blowing, a stem of tender jade with nine flowers.
The Orchid (10 poems)
The flavor of the orchid is from the leisure and the air is from the fragrance, how to fall into the darkness of sadness.
The travelers don't say that they are drifting away, but the spring breeze fills the valley with fragrance.
Not less than a group of flowers for colorful, generated stone path force is still firm.
But the mound of grass is not a companion, the lonely empty mountain only self-pity.
Seven of the eight fields of orchids are in bloom, and one field of smallpox must be planted.
The next year will be a year of springtime, just waiting for the heavenly gates to resound with thunder.
To buy the spring breeze in February, the Su Song hostel grass planted into the field.
There is not much way to get to Yangzhou, but it is worth a lot of money when you get there.
A kind of orchid is planted with a pen, and it blooms in all seasons without being exposed to rain or dew.
The roots and leaves of this orchid are always there in spring, but it's a pity that the butterflies don't come.
The winds of the water temple are on the verge of a cool tent, and the orchid is fragrant in the nine fields.
The "Riot" was threaded as a phantom, and today it is known as the fragrance of the king.
The beautiful woman under the forest is very different from the usual, and she has no words to say in the wind, but her fragrance is faint.
Whoever writes the Lingjun Fugue, he will beckon the soul to Chuxiang.
Who dug it up in the mountains, the long branches and short leaves of the flowers bloomed.
Mr. Kennedy bought an ou basin, and planted it carefully with stones and moss.
If there is fragrance from the brush, ink like gold and jade water like pearls.
If you want to compare the bamboo with the orchid, you can only compare it to the Qiu Daifu.
They are the best way to get the most out of your life, and they are the best way to get the most out of your life, and they are the best way to get the most out of your life.
The warm winds and the high manpower have made it possible to move the gold basin up to the jade hall.
The Orchid
Three of the four orchids are in bloom, and the middle one is late.
All things in the world are good, and I will wait until the orchid comes back in the spring.
Li Tiao Yuan, "Poem by Yu Zhitang on the Unusual Show of Orchids in the Autumn of the Zhitang Tong Tongnian Zhai"
The heart of the man is broad and wide, and it suddenly touches the heart of the man.
It is not yet safe to enter the room, but the fragrance fills the steps of the garden.
These are the kind of things that I would like to see in a white cloud.
It was a mistake for the incense, so I went with the grass.
This is the first time I've ever seen this kind of thing in the world, and I've never seen it before.
It is now a gentleman's wear, and will always be invited to cultivate.
The moonlight night is quiet, like forgetting the human body.
It is a good thing that I have been able to say that I have been able to get my hands on some of these things for a long time, and that I have been able to do so.
Fang Wan-yi's "The Scroll of Orchids with Double Hooks by Ma Shouzhen"
The orchids of Chuanwan are crowned by the fragrance of the orchids, and the method of painting with double hooks is different from that of the ordinary.
The fragrance of the country has been left empty, so I am sorry to see Ma Sinniang in Jinling.
Aisin Gioro. Shucheng "titled phantom ink orchid"
Northern people love orchids is not easy to achieve, painting orchids straight as the real orchid view.
My uncle's intention is not the same, but the essence of the orchid is in the powder.
The Ancients of Heaven and Earth are not teachers, and the gods are all sitting in the same place.
The quick brush is like an awl that scratches the paper and breaks the flowers and leaves.
Sesqe is a place where you can hear the drums of the leopard's bag, and where the smoke of the tea is offered to the ancestors.
The world's musk dares to burn with it, and the ink and brush will never rot.
There are a number of poems in the virtual room, and they seem to be the same as the gentleman's long stay.
Though I am ashamed to thank you for the ride, I would like to entrust my heart to Zhilan.
Gao Peng, "The Painted Orchid for Zheng Banqiao"
The fragrance of the orchid moved the brush, and it was suspected that Xiangjun went down to the Hangao.
It is suspected that Xiangjun went down to Hangao.
The fragrance of the orchid has caused a lot of grievances, and I can't bear to read about it now.
Yao Fan, "Remembering the Gift of the Orchid"
Qu Yuan has died and Xiang Xiang is empty, and the orchid does not grow in the fragrant grass.
In the Xiaozhai of Nanruan, the beauty is not thin.
After a branch was folded and given away in the autumn wind, red beans fell from the west hall in the night rain.
I used to write a book about interlang, but who would pass it on to the drummers of the empty mountains?
It's a good idea to ask for more ice strings.
Bao Yiyun's "Orchid Words"
The fragrance doesn't know about spring, but it goes to the peach grove.
Recalling the old rain, in the darkness, in the dawn smoke.
The old days, when my son admired me, I was so beautiful that I could not even recognize him.
Eye into the south of the mountain, clear river strain so.
The fall rains are so bad that the flowers are growing at the end of the eaves.
The cool wax is brewed with strange cold, and the soil is dry, but there are no ants.
It is the north wind that blows the clothes.
The roots are dark and decaying, and the body is not in the right place.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman for a long time.
Both the wine and the flowers are left behind, but the flowers are gone.
Sun is alone in her sorrows, and no one believes in her beauty.
Wang Wenzhi's "Ink and Orchid Scrolls" (Four Songs)
Who colored the spring marks with light ink, the thin leaves and sparse flowers leaning on the stone roots.
A courtyard of ancient moss is not swept away, and the moon is dusk on the ground with heavy curtains.
The first time I sleep in spring, I realize that the birds are busy, and the day is getting longer and longer in the yellow court.
To be with the monks to participate in the nose view, never incense is true incense.
Small pools of rain, see the moistened hair, more drinking red building reading Chusuo.
For the sake of having a long-standing relationship with the orchid, Jianya is still close to Xianggao.
South core spring stamen hair Huazhi, depending on the meal daylong garden day scene late.
The hand breaks the Japanese paper like water and blue, in front of the flowers to make up the Guangwei poem.
The Orchid
Ma Sinniang, the heroine of Jinling, sucks the brush and still smells of lipstick.
The wind is the cause of Xiangjiang River's grievances, and this is the reason why I have written this poem.
Luo Jie's "Autumn Orchids and Wenshi"
There are no chrysanthemums in September this year, and I want to sew them with a smile on my face.
After painting it, I regretted looking at it, and I let Jiang Yan have it.
Kong Ji-han's "Solving the Orchid from the Nephew's Quercus" (Two Songs)
The orchid is like a beautiful woman, but it does not show off itself by its color.
Suddenly, the breeze is so strong that the fragrance of the orchid hits the courtyard.
Memory of Xiangzhong Jun, with deep affection.
Begging you to be a good friend to me.
Waking up from a dream in the window, the scent of the incense is darkly consumed.
It's a good thing I'm here to help you.
Gao Osprey, "A Gift from the Orchid"
The immortal of the Nine Fields is even fragrant, and its roots are only in Yuanxiang.
The water of the river is flooded with the Princess Ling, and the August sky is cold with the clothes of the Chu guests.
Whoever made the doorway a taboo, I would like to teach you to pick up the fragrance.
The deep sadness of reading the book, the sky is never the most remote question.
Zhang Shiyuan's "Planting Orchids"
Orchids grow in a multitude of grasses, and they lie down by the side of the streets.
Grasses take up rain and dew, but orchids have no light.
When I was walking, I saw it, but I was still at a loss.
I don't hate that the grass is full of color, but I hate that the orchid is not good at hiding.
The orchid was planted under the hall, and its stem and leaves are growing day by day.
The fragrance of the orchid was released from the closed door, and the grasses were hurt.
Zhang Lunying's "Orchidaceae"
The orchid has a high degree of refinement, but its quality is weak and bitter, so it is easy to fall apart.
The fragrance cannot be retained, and it is futile to nourish the trees.
The grass is a flower, and the color is red and green.
The steps of the house are covered with fresh rain, and they are graceful.
It is not unpleasant to the eye, but there is a lack of strange and warmth.
These are the things that make us happy, and they are the things that make us happy.
Smiling, I thanked the Emperor, and I am not sure if I can do anything about it.
Sun Yuanxiang's "Orchids" (Two Songs)
The orchids are clear and dewy, and their leaves are full of fragrance.
One kind of orchid is a kind of a departure from the smoke and rain, and the leftover mud and wall paintings are a kind of a departure from the world.
Writing the spiritual roots of the nine fields of fragrance, the jade fork high exhibition see Xiaoxiang.
The spring breeze has blown through the idle butterflies, and the painting industry is looking for the fragrance outside the painting.
Zhang Wentao's "Orchids" (Two Songs)
Once in a while, I examined the orchids and drew a few branches, and each one of them was marked with a different charm.
The high flowers are dancing and the low flowers are smiling, leaning on the spring breeze together without knowing it.
When I write a few lines of a poem, I want to paint a picture of Xiang Xiang.
It is a pity that there are so many kinds of grasses along the river, but they are not as fragrant as an orchid.
Chu Hua's "Orchid Wing"
Smoke and pine paths, ten thousand scalloped flowers to break the spring cold.
The old crane flies up to the sky when the moon is bright, and the beauty comes down from the mountain to step on the shadow of flowers.
Dawn dew wash, the east wind blowing, fragrant mist wet clothes do not know.
It was a long time ago that I was in a state of deep resentment, and the moths were green and overgrown.
Shen Cai's "The Question of the Self-written Orchid"
The rain and wind have been blowing for ten days since the beginning of spring, and the fragrance of the orchid leaves has not yet broken through the clumps.
It is almost as if the ink slab is thawing out, and the ink flower color is in the emerald hair.
Gu Nanya's Song of Painting Orchids
The Xiangjiang River Emperor's Bullet Yao Se, who was in a trance, traveled to the Land of Fragrance.
The artist Gu Yong is good at painting in Dongwu, and he has wonderfully written about the heart and quality of orchids.
The immortal posture of the pavilion is empty of vulgarity and color, intentional and unintentional natural work.
The curtains of pearls are rolled up and the hooks of jade are fallen, and a thousand flowers are smiling and playing with each other.
The buds of the shoots are small and the hooks are small, and the musk and ink and snail smoke linger on.
They are the most beautiful of all, and they are the most beautiful of all.
Remembering last night's drunkenness, I was on the terrace, chanting independently in the twilight.
Fluttering in the wind with his immortal arms, the flowery air leaves a poetic soul for me.
Painting orchids is the history of Lantai, and the character of the orchid is similar.
The grass of Dianchi is green and fragrant, and the star light carriage is far away from here to pick up dahuricas.
Autumn river dreaming gentleman water side, Bicheng is far away from the clouds.
You can't see your heart in the mist, and you can't see your heart in the mist.
Yantai is the only place where the sun sets, and there is a lot of fun to be had in Cangzhou.
You are still in the process of writing and writing, and I have a very different face.
They are the best way to get the most out of your life, and they are the best way to get the most out of your life, and they are the best way to get the most out of your life.
It is a good idea for me to be with a beautiful woman, and I'm so drunk that I'm splashing the Hunan smoke.
Wang Zhenyi's "The Painting of the Vegetative Orchid" (two songs)
The Xieting species is a unique species, and there is nothing like it in the world.
The quality of the orchid is the best, and it is the first time that the east wind opens the blue screen.
After the last few days of the river, the rain has been a source of frustration.
Watch the flowers and paintings, but also the spirit, the transmission of the double hook Chuzhe spring.
Swallowtail fish is poor after the ride, light wind and moon recognize the predecessor.
From the light to be called a match, taste to flawless to see the true.
Cut my Yao paper is ashamed to report the language, do not teach the green eyes wrong dust.
Ho Shaoji, "The Vegetarian Orchid"
The deep heart of the Vegetarian Orchid has never been heard of, and I am sorry that I have to put my spirit on the root of the orchid to suppress the fragrance of all the people.
The ancient winds of chastity are in honor of Qu Zi, and the white moon of a river is in honor of Xiang Jun.
The fragrance is too faint to be honey, and the color is too real to be cloudy.
The garden is full of autumn light, so there is a strange text in the snow and ice.
Tao Shu's Ink Orchid for Yin Yue San
The tiger's head painting method is ancient and incomparable, but today's painters are in a trance.
Smoke, ink and a few dots are new, and the fragrance is born on the bottom of the silk.
The roots of the plant are different from those of the flowers, and the spirit of the plant is like that of my son.
It is a dream of the Xiangjiang River in autumn.
Gong Zizhen's "Orchids in Pots" (Four Songs)
I remember yesterday when I lived in a secluded house under a wall, and there were few woodcutters in the desert spring mountains.
Ficus lilies are often dressed in bitter bamboo, and marmots are mistakenly taxed in flying squirrels' houses.
This is a great opportunity for you to learn more about the world's most important technologies, and to learn more about the world's most important technologies, and to learn more about how to use them.
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world, and I'm sure you'll never forget it.
The four eunuchs in the hall of China are under the red roof, and the bright moon in Xie's house is too much.
The nightly talk in the Yu Jin tent, Xie Niang's new illness can be poetry magic.
February is a very cold month, and the frosts are so severe that you have to carve candles all night long.
Who is this person under the small wind screen? The cloud of hair on her head was changed into a new green.
Who is the son of the man who smiled at you, an inch of spring heart red to death.
They were mistaken for light make-up, and they asked the Yanji what she looked like.
My violin is not broken, and my name is still in my hands.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in a dream, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to accompany her.
Yanshan Chuchu cloud is not delicate, the elixir of a few piles of spring has not yet seedling.
The calamus is similar to a girl who is not as proud as a fairy.
The Xuanzhou papermakers rendered it thin, and the painters had no place to turn to for gold.
Once we leave the spring breeze, the small scenery is empty, and the magnetic basin leaning on the stone has become scattered.
Wang Duan, "Orchids"
Spring is in the green jade branches, when the moon is bright and the smoke in Xiaoxiang is light.
This is the first time I've seen the orchid in my life, and I've never known it.
Wang Yunxiang Painting Orchids Scroll (Four Songs)
The moon is cold at night in the mountain of Fish in Qingfan, and the pine blossoms fall down like rain on the altar of immortality.
Leaning out of the window, I tried the ink of a golden pot, and after writing Ling Fei, I drew more orchids.
Blowing through the feathered coat of the Yao Sheng, the microwave dream of Bixiang.
This is the first time I've written about the autumn scenery, and I'm sure I've written about Dulan's scent.
They are the first to have a good understanding of the world's history, and they are the first to have a good understanding of the world's history.
Furong Lake Lin Palace quiet, remembering the empty mountain listening to the rain people.
Bi Du Hong Geng Li Chusuo, flower song and leaf dance in the ice image.
Chan I know the order of dusk, the bright moon of Yangzhou to remember the jade pipe.
Built by QI, "The Orchid"
There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is the orchid.
The blossoms are not visible, but the fragrance is clear and favorable.
Flying down the dangerous cliffs, sometimes covered by cross winds.
The fragrance is not heard for a long time, and the mountain is deep and the road is long.
The grasses are green, and the sun is shining brightly.
How can we be so far away from each other?
Sitting on the white stone, I sighed and sighed at the end of the day.
Wei Yuan's "Song of the Drunken Brush and Ink Orchid"
Last night's drunken flowers bloomed angrily, and the ink ponds were awed by the sting of spring thunder.
The withered ones play with roots, and the disorganized ones bend into buds.
There is no limit to the number of flowers that can be painted, and sometimes I paint orchids and plums at the same time.
The dark scent and the slanting shadow of the steps in front of the window make me suspect that the cursive writing is messing up the monks' cups.
The wine and orchid scent are all over the place, and Zhang Ban moistened his hair with a green lotus cup.
Gods and ghosts are immortal, so please take a look at Lingiun and the wall.
Pan Zunqi's "The Painted Orchid" (Two Songs)
Reading the book, I thought of being lost in thought, and I dreamed of falling by the side of the zither at night.
I don't know if there is a man sleeping on a rock on the lonely Xiangjiang River.
The most beautiful girl in the world is the one who is willing to go with the red and the purple to charm the spring sun.
It's not as bad as the scent of the empty mountains, but it's a good thing that I'm not a fan of it.
Zong Charm's "Xie Wansheng Sister's Gift of Orchids"
It was my life's love to plant plums and orchids, but it is easy to plant plums and difficult to plant orchids.
The thought of love cannot be dispelled, but the rest of the dream haunts Xianggan.
The cool wind suddenly sends fragrance, the beauty of the empty valley to come slowly.
A new branch was offered to the gall bladder, and it moved both eyebrows with joy.
The famous flower is the first of the national fragrance, and the person who gives the flower is even more joyful.
Remembering the time when we parted from the ancient plum forest, we were able to hear each other's voices and ask each other's questions.
They are not separated from each other, and they have been given to me in the fall, and they have been given to me in the fall, and they have been given to me in the fall.
Seeing the flowers is like seeing the face of a jade, and I often look at the dressing table without words.
Zhang Yin, "Writing about Orchids"
Looking at the clouds of the Chutian sky, the moon falls on the cold autumn river.
The emperor's son's soul is not coming to write a shadow.
Qin Shusheng, "Painting an Orchid for a Man" (Three Songs)
The moist dew does not cover the bones, and the wind suddenly breaks the intestines.
The king has not done anything for a long time, and I know for whom the king's fragrance is.
Someone else has a fragrance of their own, and they don't need to be in love with the empty valley.
This is an accidental abandonment, but the fate of the world is not to be dishonored.
The cold flower has a late season, but it is still hurt by the autumn of heaven and earth.
Though each of them is a momentary show, they are ashamed to be compared with their peers.
Wang Densen's "Autumn Orchid"
The court is quiet, and the scent is clear.
When I look at the orchid in the basin, I see that it has opened a branch.
Autumn light is already late.
The wind shakes the forest, and the frost stains the temples.
Who can enjoy the fragrance of a lonely girl?
I am also a vegetarian, so when will I be able to comfort you?
Jiang Zi's "The Orchid"
The song was played on the night of the bright moon in the year when the beauty's heart was in the water.
How the grass is lost in the path of return, spilling fragrance marks all over the world.
Tan Sitong, "The Painted Orchid"
The sound of geese blowing dreams down the river, the Chu bamboo and Hunan sails in the twilight waves.
The emperor's son does not come to the mountains to cry, and the wind and rain of the day write about the departed.
Liu Hao's Orchids
The deep forests do not speak, but there is a breeze that brings warmth from afar.
The orchid has been in bloom for a long time, but it has not been in love with the golden vase.
Zhang Yunlong, "Painting the Orchid"
This is the first flower of chastity, not like peaches and plums, but only clouds.
It may be possible to pick the fragrance of the orchid and write about the spring mountains to cover them.
Shi Chefan's "The Painted Orchid"
The beauty of the orchid is in the empty valley, away from the frost.
The ground is quiet and early flowers, the spring breeze gives birth to the ancient fragrance.
The water in the stream is full of water, and the lone guest is looking at each other from afar.
If you don't pick it, you can't afford to give it up, and there's no way to pick it.
I wish I could give it to my son, and wear it as a dress.
Don't give up the middle way, it will leave a fragrance for thousands of years.
Yue Lian, "Painting an Orchid on My Own Title"
It is very precious to protect the orchid, and the intention is to forget the words and to keep it light.
It is natural to see the standard outside the dust, and I am willing to marry with peaches and plums in the spring breeze.
Jing Nuo's "Autumn Orchid"
The long forest is full of grasses in the fall, but there is a unique fragrance.
Every time I send my pride to the wind, I want to keep my fragrance after the frost.
Famous people can still admire it, and the empty valley knows the voice of the character from the rise.
There is a kind of lonely feeling in the ancient times, the Xiangjiang river lyrics play Qing Shang.
Jin Yongjue's "A Small Collection of Orchids in the Twilight of Spring"
The Yuexia Lan ripples sit in a deep place, and the Shaoguang Shangna raises the heart of poetry.
The spring orchid has already realized the chaos of a thousand flowers, and the courtyard is quiet, so I can hear a bird chanting.
Smoke scattering tea stove sounding stream music, cloud line painting wall sounding mountain qin.
These days, I'm not rich, but I'd like to give my friends a chance to enjoy the sound of my own voice.
Zhou Yi Artemisia's Orchids
Then the green buds of the waxed green buds shuffled their purple calyxes, and the clear snow of the new year flooded them with sublime light.
It was once a dream to open the eyes, but I have not yet sent it to my heart in sorrow.
The spring breeze in the valley was a blessing, and the night rain on the empty stairs was a long time.
If you don't come from the yellow porcelain of the stone, who would know that there is such a fragrance on earth?
Zhou Yiduan's Orchid
Peach and plum are more colorful than the five-foot pine.
Shade this path inch orchid, green center purple velvet.
The rain and the fog are not enough to keep it moist, and it will be blocked by the grass.
Shepherd's children are very busy with the water, and they are very happy to be here.
I am walking along the spring stream, and I am sorry for your frosty face.
They are the best way to get the most out of your life, and they are the best way to get the most out of your life, and they are the best way to get the most out of your life.
Blossoms should not be given up too early, and it is difficult to meet again.
Yang Yisheng's "Orchids"
The fragrance of the orchid is a product of nature, and the green color of the orchid is different from that of the four or five stems.
The orchid has a unique fragrance, and the green color of the orchid is different from that of the other orchids.
Li Ciming's "The Question of Zizhen's Ink Orchid"
The fragrance of the orchid is far away from being heard, and Zheng Gong's book brings a colorful band.
The wind comes and waits for the guests in the virtual hall, and the poems around the wall are always for you.
The two stanzas on the painting of an orchid by Zi Zhuan
(1)
Singing the words of the Qiao family's Jasper, a cluster of herbs is the most lovesick.
It is unbearable to dance in baht clothes, and the wind and dew make me sad when I want to fall.
(2)
It's a beautiful, beautiful body, and I can't get enough of it in the mirror.
They have been in the world for ten years now, but they have not been in the world for ten years.
Title Pan Xingzhang Gengxu school ritual exam painting orchids
(one)
Empty body has to show off the intention to cut, in the wind, speechless wandering alone.
It was twenty-three years ago that I was separated, and I have written to the empty mountains.
(2)
Listening to the pipa through the curtain, I was alone in the sea.
Thousands of white lotus scented a petal, store hall who to Zhao Changhua.
(3)
It is not possible to hold on to your feelings, but you can send your love outside of the Uilan.
The sky is cold and the sun is dusk and the Xiaoxiang is far away, more moxibustion furnace writing Chu speech.
Qiu Jin's "Orchids"
The orchids of the nine fields are uniquely excellent, and are most suitable for hairpins to help beautiful heads.
Once the orchid has been taken care of by the husband's son, it is ashamed to be compared with other orchids in the world.
Ten Poems on Orchids
Love of Orchids
It is not that I was born to love orchids, but it is because of their natural beauty.
It is not because I was born to love orchids, but because of their natural beauty.
It is because I love orchids, but because of their natural beauty.
Searching for Orchids
The love of orchids is strong in my heart, and I have been searching for orchids in the mountains to enjoy the spring breeze.
Climbing up the dangerous rocks, I saw the orchids and smiled at the sight of them.
Picking Orchids
The clouds cover the streams, and the cliffs are covered with mist, so we climb high to look for orchids.
Taking the flowers of the strange plants is so pleasing to the eyes that one forgets all about hunger and cold.
Orchids
Tens of orchids are kept on the balcony, and they meet each other in the morning and in the evening.
To say that I am not afraid of being laughed at by you, the chaff says that I have gone mad.
Orchid Appreciation
The orchid was planted in a pot, and the fragrance attracted butterflies.
It made me sleepless in the middle of the night, and I observed it in detail.
Dreaming of Orchids
The orchids were picked on the mountain, and were planted in pots.
The sky is so beautiful that I have been looking at it three times a day, and I have dreamed about it for many times.
Painting Orchids
One side of rice paper and a few strokes of ink, drawing orchids to welcome spring.
I don't know if the scent of ink is the scent of flowers, but it attracts butterflies to the hall.
Orchid
The orchid on the balcony is skillfully arranged, spring, summer, fall and winter.
The wind sends the fragrance of the sky to refresh the lungs and the heart, and the wolf's hair expresses his feelings.
Reading Orchids
Beginning with the fragrance of the king, the orchid in the empty valley is fragrant in the world.
There are several pots of orchids in the world, and they are very attractive, and they have attracted me to read them in my poems.
Orchid
The blue grass is born in the valley, bathing in the sun and dew.
The fragrance of the orchid has been given by the gods and attracted butterflies to the breeze.