Yi Jian Yimei Mei Jian Wanhua Yang Jiao
Zhou Bangyan [Song Dynasty]
The cut plum blossoms are very beautiful. Tilt the plum branches and raise your eyebrows slightly. Light smile dance low back, john young respectfully forward, clap your hands.
The night gets colder and the wine fades away. I smell it in my sleeve and tap the jade shovel. Who is the city leader, who is good at promoting the disabled, and what is the silver leakage? Wait for the Ming Dynasty.
Nalan Huiruo: a plum and rhyme
A few new words are more charming than charming. Carefully crafted, rhyming with eyebrows. When you were a teenager, picking wicker branches was a wonderful idea.
On the spectrum, I think of hatred. The thin shadow is oblique, and the image is frequently knocked. Follow the footsteps of shallow songs, follow the footsteps, last night, today.
Jessy Z: Cut plums. Rhyme.
When the dream is clear, the mountains are more charming. Butterflies play the role of curtain eyebrows and swallows play the role of flower tips. Spring is full of pity, the branches outside the window are oblique, and the clouds outside the building are waving.
Confusion and worry are gone. Wine can be new, and poetry can be excavated. At this time, the wind and the moon are in the sky, and the years are year after year.
Yu Zi: a plum blossom in the mountains (step rhyme)
A tree is cold, fragrant and lonely. I have been lying on the hedge for a long time since the beginning of the world of mortals. Ten miles in the mountains are poor, and running water is hard to find. How can we move with each other?
The wine is getting colder and colder, and the rain is gradually fading. Night smell, tears knock frequently. Fairy appearance does not see white eaves, not waiting for the Ming Dynasty to collect Yu Hua.
Ji Yi: the rhyme of cutting plum blossoms
A plum blossom tree is charming, fragrant in the snow and independent in its branches. Gently raise your eyebrows, smile and open your lips. If you want to prune and stretch branches, don't do it.
The setting sun shines on the cold window, the night fades away, the curtains are rolled up in the west wind, and the hourglass ticks. How can it be like rain at night? Look at the Ming dynasty.
Brave men and foolish men: a cut of plum blossoms (step rhyme)
Mei is angry and cold, gorgeous and charming. Hand in hand with spring, crazy and beautiful branches. The fragrance of flowers kisses the dry Kun, which is colorful and attracts the years.
Very pleasing to the eye, and very pleasing to the eye. Frozen heaven and earth, Zen knocks for a lifetime. Who doesn't have night sickness in life, looking forward to and understanding the present.
奨奨: A prune? Huaying after the rain
The cherry blossoms by the river are very charming. Countless hidden branches, clear dew hanging tips. The early spring is charming and dreamy, with cold wind and frequent rain.
The scent of awakening has not disappeared. Too much procrastination requires careful consideration. Whoever catches the snow in the path is ruthless, and the petals are red, thanks to the Ming Dynasty.
En' an returns:
1, Jianyi Meiyingke (Buyun)
The spring breeze on your face is charming, the piano sound is sweet, and you are happy. Flowers compete for grass, and guests from afar are in high spirits.
Yan Wu and Ying Ge are very tired. Pick the moon and catch the stars, and elegance meets knocking. Lan Yin likes Ting Anne. Her long stories are lively and long.
2, a prune, the past around
Go to blowing in the wind. A few songs are heavy and frowning slightly. The kite touches the waist with ink painting, the pen falls gently, and the thoughts are confused.
A love that devours everything laughs like a scam, like a beautiful face, and it is hard to disappear. The green silk tapestry with weeping willows reminds me of the past.
Sheng Xue: a plum and a cottage
A group of spring shirts show a thin waist, a cold wave on the green and a knife on the green. Leave some red and purple flowers, cut the morning glow and nod your eyebrows.
Father knocked on the window and invited me to weave a fence and plant a melon seedling. Young children laugh at the swallow's return to its nest, and the little hat pushes obliquely and hangs down.
Yijiang: A prune? Xue Mei
Cutting cold plums and having a snowball fight, winter is beautiful and winter is sparse, and spring comes to report the spring tide. I am happy in the crowd, my branches are red and the flowers are overflowing.
See who is taller than Yan Qun, who is not afraid of frost knives, and who leads the way. Yu Lingyun is the most enchanting place, where Artemisia is ashamed and pears and peaches are gorgeous.
Big Bob: Dried plums. The feeling of spring.
Small courtyard peach blossom alone. The smoke cage was covered with branches, which covered the sunset. Yingying is just full of fragrance, people lean on dangerous buildings, and the moon reflects the porch window.
Only consider the water side. Before inviting the moon into the bottle, I want to speak my mind. I often feel carefree and worried about spring.
At the bottom of the river: a plum cut
Leisure is a leisurely breeze in Pinghu. Chestnut tsing yi hair, pulse coagulation pupil. The scales are weak and the water is oblique, and the clouds are light, but there is no flood return.
Holding hands in the same boat today. Don't sail alone, don't trace. Cool moisture hangs over the city, and the shadows of buildings are hazy.
Huang Wei:
1, a prune. Loneliness leads to loneliness.
Loneliness comes from loneliness, and the river flows eastward. The spring court is still full of flowers and clear in the wind.
The past is vaguely linked to last month, the cold star is light, and the phoenix pavilion is a dragon house. A lonely boat, with worries, only in the distance, hurting tenderness.
2, a plum scissors. Twilight colorful fog yarn
Colorful fog yarn at dusk. Thin withered willows, fell the residual ya. The winter wind is unclean, the spring is chilly, and the ice melts and the pear blossoms.
Pale broken lonely tea. A faint fragrance is floating around. Yu Di dreams away, worrying about the world and looking forward to it.
3, a cut plum. China registered successfully on New Year's Eve.
Bu Yun Zhou Bangyan
Years are affectionate and charming. Dream to start the journey, beaming. Today, I registered the refined Chinese seal, poetry and life, lighting curtains.
The congratulatory message faded away in the night. The words are heavy, the words are heavy. Looking back, sending the initial heart, clear rhyme fluttering, hand in hand.
4. A prune. The world is cold and cruel.
The world is cold and cold. Go to the spring breeze to see the autumn wind. Sure enough, the wind has men and women, warm faces and cold faces.
Suddenly, madness is intense. Blow over the mountain peak and roll over the Yunfeng. A leaf in the wind, ancient and modern, is high and low.
5, a plum scissors. I am alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I fly alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival, enjoying tea and wine tasting. When the cup is empty and the butterfly is in the moonlight, Song Hai listens to the waves and looks at the tides on the cliff.
Ambition has come, and it is difficult to lose feelings and interests. Blue lantern drizzle is twice as boring, people are in the night and the soul is in the sky.
Wushuang: I miss you when I cut the plum (according to rhyme)
My heart drifts with the light. Unknowingly intoxicated, muddy tears all the way The cheers were full of people wandering alone. Who will spend a wonderful evening with you?
I love you too much to escape. Wish you all the best. Now, in the busy night, drinking acacia and eating boring meals.
So: a plum? Drunk night tour
A roll of 300 pears. The wind is fragrant with two sleeves, and the returning guests are delayed. Sitting in Bifengge with Qing, I am happy and have some worries.
Take advantage of the night tour to ask an old friend. In a foreign land, gather less and talk less. A deeper glass of wine was silent. When Mo Wen came back, he was drunk.
David Shen: Plum scissors? Birds are singing softly on the branches.
The birds are noisy and the branches are beautiful. Yu Dianfeng, Yan Shu, Tao Liu. Quiet and melodious, the mountains and rivers are green, and the countryside is green.
Cheerful passers-by. Eyes full of faint smoke, drunk frequently. The story of returning home carries Fang Qing and spreads her soul with a smile.
Hancheng: Plum scissors? Love and hate life (new rhyme)
It's sunny and rainy again. Peach calyx does not open, heart closes. I didn't see Yan go home by the fence, all the way to South Road. Does the North Shore know?
Write homesickness, write idiots. A string of tears, soaked in songs. The siege has bound me for dozens of years. Accompanied by laughter, love and hate are intertwined.
Yang Yuanjia: cut plum. Appreciate the fallen flowers in the green and clean spring.
Green, clean, spring and deep appreciation of fallen flowers. Wandering in the morning and consulting at dusk. The time sequence of reincarnation reminds the year itself that darkness is beautiful and endless.
How to hold sand in the palm of time? Leave spring in drunkenness and credit in dreams. Who floats * * * cold, the month is long, and the green curtain is lightly covered.
Danshui Ye Xue: "A plum is cut, and an empty woman is lonely."
Stay alone in my lonely heart. It's hard to find a bosom friend across mountains and rivers. Meeting should be a dream, the other side blooms and everything comes.
A loud cock crows better than a violin. Sleepy eyes, lonely hugs. Let him shine on the window lattice in the scorching sun, close his eyes and hang the curtains, and sing softly and softly.
Grass: Pruning Plums to Pour Cold Spring (New Rhyme)
The breeze is biting. Brush across the pond, bringing slight ripples. Cherry blossoms are in full bloom, bright and graceful, dancing.
I want to change cotton wool into a down shirt. The cold is coming, and it is difficult to advance and retreat. The capital is covered with snow and white, which is particularly enchanting. Secretly happy.
Autumn is fading: a plum is cut. Reflections on Zhong Chun
A red plum attracts coquettish posts. The green lake is even more enchanting. Looking for a unique way to find a group of incense, I was shocked by the oriole and spread my wings.
Spring is fading, but the fog has not disappeared. Grief is hard to settle, and evil guests make noise. Who is ups and downs with * * *. Throughout the ages, look at the present.
Athena Chu: A prune vernal equinox
Saibei Jiangnan spring is divided again. I left Snow Country yesterday, and this time I went to Mei Village. North and south are difficult to walk. There are good grandchildren here and parents there.
There are five knots in my hometown. The river flows through winter and the river flows through spring. Bamboo wind washes the soul in the hiding place, a big article, a teenager and a mortal.
Skillful talk about poetry: a cut of plum snow is interesting
Qionghua drifted unexpectedly in March. Adults and children are beaming. Walking on the ice covered with snow and ice, the road is steep and I don't feel hard.
The sunny sun broke through the clouds and the cold gradually disappeared. The faint fragrance and thin shadow are particularly enchanting. The south branch is warm, the north branch is cold, and the second branch is Fang Fei, which is different.
Jiang Nanyu (Summer): A prune of Mei.
The spring breeze in February is cold, foggy and rainy, and the branches are frosted. Frost disappears flowers and snowflakes, only the ice soul shakes.
Cold and cruel, jade bone ice muscle, ahead of Jiao Yan. Look at the sky at dusk and the clouds at night, forever, year after year.
Uncle Ding: A plum blossom dream: Cut the peach window.
In the dream, the peach blossoms outside the window are charming. When you wake up, you will know that the branches are covered with snow. Fortunately, I heard that the geese were going home, so they stayed at home and set foot on the outskirts.
A thin piece of Xuan ink was fine-tuned. Three new leaves and five new buds. I always think that spring is quiet, playing partridges and playing a few flutes.
The edge of Mahu Lake: a plum cut. It rains in spring (according to rhythm)
A burst of spring pulp watering the vegetable fields. The new green is swaying and the plum blossoms are blooming. The sunset caught a glimpse of the overpass, with fluttering, and the car went to Sasha Vujacic.
Chimonanthus praecox in the corner is wearing a emerald robe. Flowers turn red and streams burn. Give up the fragrance of tea, and invite you to enjoy the green peach and listen to the rain.
Aisi: Cut the plum and enjoy the peach.
Yurun Taolin is particularly charming. Butterflies fall in love with flowers and swallows dance. Spring breeze is warm and affectionate, and there should be a strange skill to caress the beautiful garden.
The fog and steam dissipated before the sunrise pavilion. Beautiful women play the piano and elegant men play the flute. Ying Ge wants to find a bosom friend, a piano and a silver flute.
Lin Zhongshun: Plum scissors? Chunqiu wangshi
Wan Huhou was startled at the beginning of the day. Spring in the south and autumn in the north. It is Kunlun that created the ghost, and the equator is equally divided, and the same planet.
The ups and downs of the war have not stopped. The wind and flowers are fading, and the road is faint. Who will ask to take good principles, protect rivers and plan ahead?
Roses are fragrant: cut plums. Fight the cold of spring.
In March, Yanling returned to the cold wave. It was sunny yesterday and windy tonight. Rain makes spring makeup messy, willow fears shore, and flowers tremble.
Crown epidemic is raging again. With swords and shadows, drums are frequent. Wearing armor in white will build a city, the four seas will be leveled, and then the robe will be removed.
Long Fu: Cut plums.
It often rains in spring, and the weather is very cold. Wear a light shirt in the morning and cotton cloth at night. Xijiang dike willow rolls fine silk. Branch oriole, you are worried about leisure.
Last night, Li Tang's fragrant backyard. It's a pity that I can't stay, and I have no intention to rush back. When does Guihong cross the window? No courtship, just peace.
Zutian: Plum? Spring (step rhyme)
The blooming spring flowers trembled with snow. White flowers, green smoke. The children danced lightly against the snowflakes, with light smoke in their left hand and tricks in their right.
It's warm and cold at first sight, but the wine is still there. Suddenly I miss my children and the door is knocking at my heart. Who dances softly in the garden, and look at the present.
David Shen: Plum scissors? Semi-strange words
Dreams are fragrant with blue pillows. Books are prosperous but not sad. Everything in the world is forgotten, mountains and rivers return to the heart, and poetry and wine are broad-minded
The moon is bright and the breeze is cool. Get a photo studio and shine it on the window of the candle porch. One after another, let it go, a light tea, half a sentence.
Aiya: A plum leaf makes you feel cold in spring. Life is not easy (according to rhyme)
I miss Wan Li so much. The heavens and the earth are boundless, and the rivers and seas are tumbling down. Laugh at the wind and rain, laugh at the long beach, laugh at the weeping willows on the other side, and laugh at the flying sails in the sky.
Fate, life is short. Go with the flow, be modest and low-waisted. There is no limit to traveling alone, but how to help depends on the east.
Mu Yijun: Pruning in Early Spring and Its Enlightenment
Today is snowy and windy. I like water in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Sangtian Canghai Road is winding and ups and downs, and the path is right.
Laugh at the fame and wealth of the land. Loyalty, I am safe. Thousands of drunken songs, joys and sorrows, Wan Li Chanjuan.
Square bud: a plum cut and outing
Ten thousand mu of plum garden is thick with powder. A hundred flowers are empty, just like the oblique step of Xiangping Mountain Trail, with light and comfortable steps.
A merry breeze. Wen Chun sakura, but meet again. The leafy willows like peach blossoms and hurried flowers.
Old trees: prunes of plums and snow running in early spring
Snow, bright spring and charming colors. The smoke tree is pale and the jade cymbals hang down. The shadow that wears Lin Xia is warm as silk, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the patterns are constant.
This scene makes the dream of Residual Red fade away. Time is idle, pen and ink look closely. Lonely blue night writing floating years, vaguely emotional, love the spring dynasty.
Leaves: a prune, a dream water town.
Dahe gray wall and small stone bridge are full of smoke and clouds, and willow waves are pink. At the vernal equinox, the wind is sunny, the warbler is whispering in the cloister, and the swallow is cutting down the forest.
The ancient town of Shannan floats on the water. People in the street are happy and the river is swaying. Acacia meets illusion, sleeping in a dream tent boat, all the way.
Wind for you: today, cut plum blossoms and fall into the moon.
A sweet soul, Melody. In the dream, the branches are connected and the flower tips are connected. I can't bear to see MengMeng. The shadow is Tingting, and it is outside the window.
You get drunk after three glasses of wine. Stop lovesickness, cry and play the piano. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling single, and the moon sets today.
Lan Huiruo: Cut your eyebrows and heart.
I hated it for twelve years. Ice fingers are slender and long hair is thick. How about a thousand turns, only envy Meilan, shame and Pingtong.
Pride bless fog students. The stars are embedded in poetry, and the bright moon caresses the curtain. Brocade is hard to hide in the heart and scattered in the wind.
Zhong Haijun:
1, a prune. Spring flowers are all over the garden.
I hate red wattle trees. Peach blossom, plum blossom and pear blossom set each other off. Butterflies and Zhu Huarong, rock camellia and bananas.
There are no jade carvings in the orange blossom. Wild laurel is suitable for hairpin, and jasmine is in bud. It is a little comfort to life and a little labor when new tea is first cooked and new seedlings are first seen.
2, a plum scissors. Mourning at vernal equinox
The humanitarian spring began on this day. The depth of flowering, the second ecstasy. The breeze and light rain are detailed, and the fragrant jade folds the yarn, which seems to have tears.
Qiong Yao is a disgrace to the world. The soil returns to the soil, and it follows. If you don't see the person who buried the flowers, how can you ask where there is a new grave at the end of the world?
Autumn marsh lotus: kill two birds with one stone.
How to teach business people how to do business? The mountains and seas are separated, and family ties are hard to hold. Dreaming of last night's painstaking efforts, how many times did you leave your sorrow and share your happiness?
Who played the strings of the harp? This is a lonely voice, it is empty. Moonlight reflects the shadow, turbid water clears the dust, and the two are hard to reflect.
There is sunny snow in the western hills: a plum blossom and Liu Qing.
The wind blows and willows dance in Dijing Lake. Yingying is soft and green, and it will hang down when it is cut. Looking down at the water microwave, you can be carefree and silent.
Chun Qing, an old tree word, has not disappeared. Who knows what's on your mind? The leaves are fluttering. For example, golden times in Tsinghua University, Shui Mu, intends to face North Korea.
Unparalleled: a plum blossom in spring
The wheat waves are boundless and the spring is strong. Milk swallows mud, and warblers stay in the sky. Come to Xiaolou to see the new sunshine. Peach and plum are beautiful at the beginning of fog.
Willow leaves are green and the wind blows. Picturesque scenery, smoke and water flow. Sunshine warms Pengcheng, banana is green and phoenix tree is green.
Yufeng 99: A plum blossom is brilliant.
A bright future is full of ambition and arrogance. Youth comes early, beaming. Time flies, talking and laughing, throwing and stabbing, knowing each other, raising your hand.
The ice melted into mud and the snow gradually disappeared. Knowing that spring is coming, the wind blows and the bamboo knocks. Yunying listens to the stars, why not let them go? Look at the Ming dynasty.
Bing Xin Yu butterfly: a plum blossom spring rain
It's the rainy spring equinox. The smoke cage is green, and the yellow pool rises. It is as cold as winter, and leaves fall and willows hang down.
I often think of pears outside my hometown. Hundreds of trees are blooming and birds are singing all the way. Swallows fly in pairs on both sides of the river. They should be pink and surrounded by bees.
Elegance:
1, a prune. Spring rain washes the spring.
Sanskrit morning rain. Heaven weaves Haruka and beats spring. Come and watch the rain wash the new red, a peach blossom and half an acre of green forest.
Heaven wants quiet dusk, enjoying pure joy and dancing lightly. Live a sad life, yesterday is zero, cherish today.
2. A prune. Self - loathing
Five petals of slender fibers. Handsome, white and sweet. Poets and immortals are like in front of the snow branches, splashing ink and waving their hands, and sailing with high spirits.
Self-mockery is too vulgar, typing is difficult, and reading rhyme is too much. This is wishful thinking. When MengMeng is poor, there are flowers everywhere, so what can he do?
3. A prune. No dream, shame, lovesickness.
No dream is ashamed to say acacia. I'm afraid it is spring again. All the flowers are blooming at the top of the ridge, suppressing feelings, but messing up the pool.
The phoenix chicken in the old yard lives in Phoenix, drunk and romantic as a poem. Who can master the ups and downs and return the green flowers? Here you are.
4, a plum scissors. Spring is a scene.
Spring pianos don't need tuning. The new willow is a string, and the drizzle is a rumor. Peach blossoms and pear blossoms are fragrant with snow, green and swaying, and sparrows and flutes.
A stranger is in high spirits. Huan splash, playing butterfly to lengthen the street. Fishing Weng' an waits for fish fat and never forgets it.
5. A prune. Spring Equinox
Today, let's divide the three springs into three parts. Twist the willow into a flute and be kind to your neighbor. Since then, there has been less chill, more rain and dew, more green onions and more roots.
Shepherd's purse precedes tremella, which is often green and purple-brown. The days are long and the nights are short, half cold and half warm.
6, a plum scissors. Look at the apricot flowers next door.
I also saw my neighbor's charming apricot flowers. She didn't want to climb over the wall, but she did. Sit on the swing and admire the coquettish branches. Flowers are bright, but flowers are hard to guess.
When you are late, Dong Jun lit his cheek, dreaming of being late and dreaming of Sendai. Could it be that the fate of previous lives planted it and occupied the spring, and there are some feelings?
7. A cut plum. Write poems in the spring.
Write poetry in spring, with green as the guide and red powder as the word. A gust of wind blew. Gently caress the soft and wrinkle the idle pool.
Su Jin is not too late for Bai Rui, simple and charming, elegant and elegant. Gracefulness comes first, pride comes last, and the words and expressions are very comfortable, which drives me crazy.
David Shen: Plum scissors? I have homesickness to comfort the bright moon.
First que
I have homesickness to comfort the bright moon. Don't feel lonely, walking alone in the pavilion. The scenery is also charming, with flowers on both sides and a light song.
He who talks less listens less. The world of mortals is always infatuated. Whitehead * * * to the end of the world, looking at the clouds and seeing the tide at dusk.
The second deficiency
Knife cuts the screen with sorrow and ink. Bamboo catkins are fluttering and mountains and rivers are moving. Incense is used to moisten poetry, rhyme is used to rhyme the lotus pond, and Jiang Ting is achieved.
I have homesickness to comfort the bright moon. Sitting in a pine house, thinking about the guzheng. The evening breeze stirs young people's hearts, blows soft hearts and evokes family ties.
Poet: A plum. Autumn willow (Zhou Bangyan style, new rhyme)
Qiu Lai became a blue rock overnight. Golden yellow and heavy makeup make Ao Shuang cold alone. The cold wind and drizzle cycle, dancing and falling leaves lingering.
Flowers floating in the willows hurt. The catkins are silent, and the years fly. Death and glory hurt the soul, and the sky is blue in the morning.
Xiaoyao guest in the cloud: a plum scissors
Travel frequently in March. On the branches, birds are singing and the grass is fragrant. Xinyi gradually drove away the incense dust, but acacia became a disease and sent a message to the fragrant soul.
Hate trade winds patrolling at will. The butterfly flew away, so the dream was traceless. A bottle of thin wine to Fei Lian, I only want to be loyal, * * * until dawn.
Mahuamanzhu: a plum cut (step rhyme)
Spring is not a flower, the empty mountain is green, and the birds are on the branches. The rain is full of empty apricots and peaches, the butterfly dance is difficult to fly, and the honey is fragrant.
The quiet scene is cold, the feeling is spring, and the heart is tapped. I hope to spend my life with a good couple, and I will be with you every day.
A glimpse: I'm anxious when I cut plum blossoms.
Everything withered in the cold wave overnight, with wind and rain, rain and rain. Su Causeway Xinliu bent down, and the birds fell off their branches, frowning.
I hear the sound of horses and chariots on the other side. I am far from home. I heard the wailing in the sky again, and I was worried and empty.
Xiaoyao Taichu: A plum scissors? Spring sorrow
Cut plum blossoms, kill plum blossoms at night. Scattered in the world of mortals, gradually lost her beauty. My hair is still dyed with new worries, lonely and sleepless, leaning against the railing alone.
Looking at the branches, Meng Han. The moonlight is low, and the jade tears flick. It's hard to lock the empty city, ask how the spring breeze in the distance passes through customs.
Dear friends, this poetry conference is over. Listen to the next decomposition.