( 1)
At the Elk Terrace on the edge of Yazi City, the situation in spring is gradually relaxed.
Clothes are like jade, and the rain pushes the window of the wine account.
Peach blossoms bear fruit like rain, carrying female butterflies over the wall.
There are many leisure pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River, and Zhuhu Lake is still locked with moss.
(2)
In the spring, the jade platform stands deep, and in the old days, Romon was pitiful.
Qiong ying is a concubine dance, and you are not allowed to push the fallen leaves.
The withered pavilion is remote and beautiful, and the wind comes outside the scorching sun.
Being frivolous is nothing new. Don't be a couch potato in your life.
Buyun Tang Yin's fallen petal poems
( 1)
Poetry, breeze blowing willow
Tunes are frequently spread to Phoenix Terrace, and the clouds are ethereal and leisurely.
The oriole is in a hurry, the wind is exhausted, and the purple butterfly flies first and the rain is destroyed.
The weeping willow leaves are old and the lotus leaves are sad.
Leave a brocade word to empty your heart, and the woman's inscription sweeps the moss.
(2)
Shishi JIU
Mao Ying loves inkstone deeply, and his pen and ink are carefree.
Zhai ting accompanied me to worry, and the book case was happy and destroyed.
Liu Can walked to the old man outside the window, while Qiu Se looked at him with anxiety.
The geese frown, and the tears are wet and fragrant with stone moss.
(3)
Shi Wentao
When the flute reaches the shore, lovers are carefree.
You can see the blue waves of Nanjiang from a distance.
Pear blossoms are like snow, and butterflies both come to the garden.
Deep in the shade, the courtyard is luxurious, and the running water gurgles around the moss.
(4)
Shi Hanyu
The spring grass is lush, the golden phoenix terrace is deep, and the smoke clouds cover the wild.
The blue bricks are mottled with dust, and the vicissitudes of life are destroyed.
The drums and horns are far away, and the flags are late to hunt swallows.
The sword is faintly visible, and Wu Wei's green moss is bustling.
(5)
Poetry in Late Autumn and Sunset
At the beginning of the ninth year, I boarded the podium, which was refreshing and leisurely.
Autumn makeup maple leaf cream, dusk clouds push the sun.
After Southern Yan's love eagle broke, the mountain flower had no choice but to bloom chrysanthemums.
The wind combed the pale hair and homesick friends, and tears and poems fell on the rocks.
(6)
Smelin bamboo language
After the storm, the terraced fields are inclined, and the flowers are sad all night.
Beauty worries about flying swallows, and green sleeves secretly push green waves.
Letters usually ask questions, and the court is lonely and sad.
It is difficult to pick flowers every year, and the hollow branches in the basin grow moss.
(7)
Poetry Yue Yue
Talented people dance on the terrace, and Chou-heung is so leisurely in the scenery.
When Dan Qing saw the gloomy clouds, three biochemical dreams on the stone reminded him.
Cui Gai beauty goes to the water, and the red fly path sighs the wind.
Weeping willows are acacia trees, full of tears and covered with moss.
(8)
Shi yifu
A gifted scholar and a beautiful woman came to the terrace hotel. Singing and dancing are so leisurely.
Pipa is half bent and melancholy. Royal wine three-wheel dream butterfly reminder.
Envy Yuanyang for paddling? Qin Pei Liu Yi handed me the book.
Plant a locust tree today. He sprouted buds on the new branches.