Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold bottles.
Wang Mei Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Yimei Li shangyin
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
Lan:
Guangfang Group Liu Pu
Lansheng Valley is unknown, and I am a guest.
Knowing that pure fragrance can relieve filth, I am more sympathetic to the delicate leaf cream.
The roots are dense, the fragrance is fragrant, and the shrubs are shaded in the afternoon.
If you want to leave me, I'll read the songs of Chu in front of you.
Yong Lan Yu tong road
There are two or three kinds of hand-cultivated orchids, the warm wind on the first day and the second day.
After sitting for a long time, I didn't know that the fragrance was in the room, and the butterfly flew when I pushed the window.
Yongjulander
Yuexiu Park is full of flowers and trees.
Only the orchid fragrance is just right, and it will be expensive later.
Bamboo:
Yu Qian monk Lu Junxuan Su Shi
No meat to eat, no bamboo to live.
No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar.
People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable.
Others scoff at this, so high that they are stupid.
If you don't chew this, there will be no Yangzhou crane in the world.
A kind of bamboo
The south wind came today, blowing the bamboo in front of the yard.
When the treble is low, the blades touch each other.
The wind and snow are bleak and can't be humiliated.
The wind and bamboo have returned, and the jade is scattered.
Therefore, there is no mountain today, and autumn rain is a hedge chrysanthemum.
I don't know if this gentleman is healthy or not, but he came back to sweep the south porch green.
Hotels in Yan Zheng sing bamboo and Du Fu.
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.
The rain washes gently and the wind blows gently.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
Chrysanthemum:
Chrysanthemum yuanzhen
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Chrysanthemum plum shangyin
Dark purple, bright yellow. They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House.
Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset. I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich.
Juzhou
When autumn is full of hedges, flowers begin to appear, but from indifference to prosperity.
The west wind gate is full of fragrance, except for the Taos who come to my house.
Dance:
Xueneng, a philosopher's word
This tower, this new building,
Singing and dancing little Chanjuan.
Pentium swaying,
Luo's shirt has been half-stripped over his shoulders.
Koguryo Li Bai
The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late.
Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east.
Xue Tao, the third of the three songs, was first produced in the trial of the new service system.
Chang tuo, who was originally a Ming instrument, once let one of them go.
Every time I go to the palace song and dance concert, I bend over and sing empty city tricks together.