The plum blossom in nine poems in rhyme

By Rhyme Gaoqi's "Plum Blossom" Poem No. 8 of 9

Gaoqi's "Plum Blossom" Original Rhyme

The most favorite cold and sunny, Xianyou is always in the township of Baiyun.

The lonely days of spring should be old, and the hazy moon at night is also fragrant.

The king of Wu is already drunk and the platform is deserted.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers, and then you will be able to see the color of the flowers.

Step on the rhyme of Gao Qi's "Plum Blossom"

(1)

Poem - The Wind Brushes the Willow

The beautiful trees are in the morning sun, and the beautiful people are intoxicated with the land of jin yun.

The beauty of the trees is so beautiful that the sun shines on them, and the beauty of the women is so enchanting.

It is easy to sing a song about the splendor of all things, and it is difficult to be deserted by a thousand reddish-reddish dots.

The flower girl is already the master of the scenery, how can she be afraid of the cold ice and frost?

(2)

Poetry - the time to

Snow dancing in the sky, clouds cover the sun, I do not know where the geese are?

The long years are hard to grow old, and the short life span is filled with flowers.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and you'll be able to get them to fit in your pocket.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.

(3)

Poetry - Wentao

I am happy to be with the pines and the sunset, and the garden and the wild mountains are the home of the immortal.

The red dress is beautiful, and the light foam is fragrant.

Li Bai's moon in the cold mountains of Qiupu, and Fang Luo's broken bridge.

The only thing I'm afraid of is the east wind.

(4)

Poem - The Moonlight

The eyebrows are full of ghosts, and the sun is loosening, and the snow is falling.

The poem "The Moon is Full of Love"

The poem "The Moon is Full of Love"

The poem "The Moon is Full of Love"

The poem "The Moon is Full of Love" is a poem about the moon.

A few wisps of ghosts are shocked by the jade world, and one branch is unique in decorating the countryside.

The flowers of heavenly craftsmanship speak for themselves, and they are so delicate that they can cut the cold frost.

(5)

Poetry - Plum Rhyme in Lotus Heart

The hedgerow is in the evening sun, and the soul is broken and sent to the countryside of white clouds.

The wind and the spirit are thin outside the bamboo, and the water and the moon are fragrant by the bridge.

The oldest and most important of all, the oldest and most important of all, the oldest and most important of all, the oldest and most important of all.

A flower blooms in all the colors of the world, and it should be known that it has snow and frost.

(6)

Poem - Zhi Ruo Jing Xuan

Chewing cold plums leaning on the setting sun, appreciate the heart or Lang Feng Township.

The pavilions and the curved paths are filled with shadows, and the curtains of the Xie Pavilion are filled with dark scents.

I'm not sure if I'm going to write a poem about it, but I'm going to find out if it's a bad idea to do so.

Drunkenness wants to explore the news of spring, the bamboo island smoke deep frost on the ground.

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Poem - Yuhan

The road is three thousand kilometers away from Luoyang, and I am drinking alone in the bottle, remembering the land of the immortals.

The paths are red and thin, the corridors are green and fragrant.

It is hard to hear a song of loneliness, or to watch a dance of cudgel.

Where is the man with the curtain rolled up in the west wind, and where is the man with the frost on his temples in the fall of the night?

(8)

Poem - Ten Thousand Assumptions

The east wind is drunk in Luoyang, and the wild bridge is cold and colorful.

The poem is about the tears of the princess, and the fragrance of the clear waves.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey.

The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the page.

(9)

Poetry - clouds and sea purple light

A few degrees of wind and cold, a few degrees of sun, the tenderness in the moon country.

The soul of the girl is in a state of grief and bitterness, and she is in a place where she can smell the sadness and the scent.

The first thing you need to do is to think about the future of the world and the future of the world.

The first time I saw this, I saw the silver glowing in the snow and the frost.

(10)

Poetry - a smile

Alone with the fat red to send the setting sun, the depths of the cave immortal town of the smoky haze.

The snowy clothes are removed, and the moonlight is shifted to spit out the dark fragrance.

The dew is known to be short, and the clouds are still saying that the sparrow platform is deserted.

The branch is not waiting for the east wind to come near, but it will break the frost in the evening.

(xi)

Poem - Red Sea

The wind is light and the cold turns to the early spring sun, and the colorful plums are in the clouds.

The green calyx is the best place to change bones, and the purple flower is the best place to smell the fragrance.

The root of the jade is still dense, and the red garden is not deserted.

The only one of them is the one that is in love, and it is the one that attracts people in the spring.

(xii)

Poem - Sunshine

The plum welcomes the snow and basks in the sunrise, and the jade shines in the lanting.

The insubordination and insubordination of the wind and clouds are not fearful, and the clear light and cold color are more fragrant.

A thousand words are now pouring out, and ten thousand generations of red makeup is hard to desert.

The crown is supposed to be the princess of the county, and the bones of the poet are still proud of the frost.

(xiii)

Poetry - Maple Leaves

I love the warm sun on cold days, and I dream of moving to the white cloud countryside.

I don't worry about the winter months getting old, I just hate the spring winds.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey.

The green feathers on the branches of the flowers, the immortal posture of the night frost.

The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California.