Exercises in this issue: Qilu·Any kind of flower (the first sentence from the oblique line enters the rhyme pattern)
Nalan Huiruo: Qilu·Begonia
Interpretation of the Immortal Pai sequence Open, the emotions of separation and separation are rushing.
Spring brings back the joyful banquet, and the people are still surrounded by pink cheeks.
White and red, the color is even and elegant, and the child sighs like a poet as if he is intoxicated.
Who is charming and charming? Take a glass of rhyme blending wine.
Da Lao Bao: Qilu . Begonia
Since ancient times, Sichuan has been famous for its beauty and charm.
The slight fragrance accompanies the wine and the guests and friends are happy, and the beautiful garden is full of bees and butterflies.
Explanation: Who is nostalgic for the old days, sentimental and dreaming of my hometown.
When the rain comes, flowers splash with tears of lovesickness, and the sound of autumn without moon is heartbreaking.
Uncle Ding: Qilu · Crab Claw Lotus
Hidden in the world and sleeping silently, it blooms with stunning beauty.
First put on the Beisai Jiange Armor, and then bathe in the West Pond to moisten the mist.
Stubbornness cuts crab claws out of thin air, and breaks the ground to establish flower lotus.
The crimson pearl compares to the shore of Sansheng, and purple tears repay the destiny.
Lucky Yang Yuyi: Qilu Apricot Blossom
The drizzle brings vitality to the fetus, and the pink silhouette slowly blooms.
Separated by the fence, the elegant and quiet dream is charming and tender.
After three springs of doubt and loneliness, I strive to be proud of all the flowers.
Breaking branches and sending them to friends reveals the profound meaning. And his younger brother Lin Tan has made great achievements.
Spring City Bright Moon:
1. Qilu - Mint Flower
Hidden in the grass since childhood, the buds are slightly wrinkled and the dream is slightly cool.
The sharp spring breeze breaks the heart, and the torrential summer rain stirs up the heart.
The clouds disperse and the lotus dances, and the clear moon still accompanies Liu Siyang.
Thousands of difficulties are overflowing with flowers like jade, and the courtyard is filled with the fragrance of the clear lotus.
2. Qilu-Pear Blossom
Like snow shining brightly in the cool dew, the spring breeze is warm and fragrant.
The icy muscles and jade bones fall in the clouds, and the orchid hearts are hidden in dreams.
Never admire the enchanting peonies, so what’s the harm in the beauty of peonies?
The falling flowers are still dancing under the moonlight, and the fragrance fills the courtyard.
Sitting in front of the studio where Xiaoxing is sparse, watching the spring snow and long branches in the mist.
The fleeting years are full of love, and the whirling fragrance is unprovoked.
Wherever the clear mist and rain rise and the clouds rise, the land is filled with fragrant fragrance.
A lotus: Qilu. Pear Blossom (New Rhyme)
In February, the pear orchard is intoxicating, and white clouds are falling in the sky.
One plain petal and one snow, the tree is full of flowers and silver.
Butterflies dance on the branches, and beautiful stamens fly on the branches, and the wind blows on the flower carpet, wafting the Zen heart.
As graceful as a light and elegant woman, a book of poems dyes the jade soul.
Huang Ming:
1. Qilu. Ode to Lotuses
The clear appearance of the jade bones is even more extraordinary. Ice muscle lubrication has always been popular.
The wind and dew on the branches greet the smoky moon, and the lakes and mountains are beautiful in summer and spring everywhere.
If you are thin, you can see the bottom of the wave, and if you are weak, you can't tell the body in the water.
Zicheng wanted to describe it lightly, so he asked if Lian Xinni was amiable.
Note: Zi refers to lotus seeds.
2. Qilu? Lotus
The rain hits the pond and makes it swell. The wind ripples the green cover.
The lotus root does not compete with anyone else, but the water chestnut is completely unique to me.
Half out of the pavilion, the water shadow is shaking, and the flower branches are trembling outside the fully opened mirror.
Accompanying Qing Gaojie at Lingbo, I write a poem on ice in the summer.
Autumn Marsh Lotus: Seven Rhythms·Lotus
The autumn pond is filled with greenery and clear charm, and the fairy Shu is lying in the water in full makeup.
Green-covered floating waves rest on the side, and red goddesses dance in the center.
The branches and branches are scattered, and the blossoming lotus pods are hiding freely.
What to be afraid of in the filthy and turbid currents? The light that emerges from the mud will not stain the dust.
Canglang Snow: Qilu? Lotus
When the wind fills the west tower and the moon fills the pond, who taught Bihe to wear green makeup.
The pavilions and pavilions are covered with an untainted heart, and the sky is like a song. The night is still young.
A little love finally overflows, and I love you so much that I can’t keep it to myself.
There is no difference in the fragrance of Rouchang, half flowing spring and half light.
Autumn waning: Qilu. Rain and lotus
The rain falls and the pond blooms, and the wind blows the green cover on the dressing table.
The lotus leaves are full of jealousy, and the lotus leaves are mourning the sky.
The jade dew is condensed on the silk of Jiaorui, and the floating fragrance is stained by the dust.
The soft intestines do not speak to young people, but you know that the green lotus comes from the river.
Xiaoyao Taichu: Qilu? Water Lotus
Lying quietly in the pool without feeling sorry for yourself, washing away all the mud, like a fairy.
Listen to the reed flute with a fresh coat, and look at the willow smoke with a fresh coat.
A smile turns away the hatred of this life, and a sweet heart cultivates the fate of this life.
The shadow of floating flowers on still water is the lotus in the cycle of sun and moon.
Sheng birch: Qilu. Chrysanthemum
Who said that in autumn, everything will wither, and the days will be short and the flowers will fade.
An old friend has an appointment. Dusk is approaching, and the wild birds are leaving no trace in the daytime.
The chrysanthemums bloomed on the east fence last night, and this morning we crossed the Sheyun Bridge to the west.
It is hard to find the solitary standard, and it is also far away in the dream of entering the fragrant forest.
Yuzi:
1. Qilu Manzhu Shahua
Blooming towards the east of the Yangtze River with tears stained, facing the wind alone, the ghost gate is beautiful.
The rosy light reflects the clear and thin appearance of the pistil, and the crimson rain brings shy eyes.
If you want to know what I mean with double pupils, why do you need to say wise words to Zhuhuan?
It has always been hard to wrap up a corpse in the cold leaves, and it has been drunk in Chushan for thousands of years.
2. Qilvgou Physalis belongs to the Himalayan monkey flower
The shape of Mo Dao god emerges from the stone wall, and the boat enters the sea to explore the fairy gate.
The storms and clouds pass by, and the sun and moon reincarnate for hundreds of generations.
I secretly shed my tears to Lingshan, and live in seclusion on Pengdao to send my soul.
Void forms and phantoms all become Buddhas, but the clear flowers call forth descendants.
Saburo: Qilu·Plum Blossom
A jade branch in the south of the Yangtze River after snow, the workmanship of heaven is too clever and too strange.
Thousands of bits of ice and silk are swept away unintentionally, and thousands of pink dimples refuse to return.
The shadows under the moon are fragrant and cold, and the soul is still in doubt before the wind.
Painting the hall in spring is full of sadness, but I never imagined that the flute would be even sadder back then.
Lin Zhongshun: Qilu? Yin Mei (New Rhyme)
A few poems about the cold plum blossoms, and the commentary is easy to appreciate.
If there are no flowers, it will be difficult for a person to survive for a hundred days. Paintings are like this with a thousand-layer brush.
Doing ink and painting is a show, but learning and writing will be left behind.
Just like the plum blossoms, there are three songs of snow, but the snow has no plum blossoms.
Skillfully speaking poetry: Qilu·Yong Mei
A tree is blooming and the light ink is evenly distributed, Ling Han is proud and full of spirit.
The shadows slanting across the sky follow the sky, and the fragrance through the quiet window is the true nature.
The clear beauty under the moon invites elegant scholars, and the elegant rhyme in the snow accompanies poets.
Whoever is interested here will get it first, smiling and looking at Bing Rong while drunk.
A brave man returns to foolishness: Qilu: Red Plum
The beauty of pink and white brings its own radiance, and the boldness of Wing Chun brings rays of light.
Fighting the cold, the fire blooms for thousands of years, and it beats the snow and withers thousands of hectares of frost.
The sweetness turns Runiu Danxiu into drunkenness, and the sincerity melts the fragrance of jade soul and blood.
The flying red rocks startle the rainbow trees, and from then on the plum blossom souls are stained by the red sun.
Roses are fragrant: "Plum Blossom" (New Rhyme)
A little bit of crimson, pretty and new, with a beautiful and beautiful figure descending from the mortal world.
The faint fragrance floats with the cold companion, and the sparse shadows cross the slanting moon as a neighbor.
My jade bones are full of love for you, but my ice heart is only for you.
Smiling calmly through the frost and snow, and having three clear sounds brings spring again.
Zhang Chengyu: Qilu·Wanmei
There are neighbors in the Nuanxie Zhuanglou, and thousands of flowers are dormant.
Why fear the torrential snow through the window? Facing the wall, we should pity the people of Nuonuo.
The sparse branches are also scattered, but the new stamens are still half-opened and full of spirit.
Who knew that a small square inch could accommodate things? It would be useless to be covered with fragrance and point to spring.
The flowing clouds reflect the wall and the qiongrui, and the auspicious mist lies on the jade branches.
The clear wind and dust leave guests with memories, and the fragrance is born in the snow sea for you to know.
When you return, you will see spring come early, one kind of love and two kinds of insanity.
A boat of stars: Qilu? Plum blossoms
The ice soul blooms quietly in the music, and the bitter cold in the cold winter is here.
After the snow in the wilderness, I pity the sparse shadows, and the branches of the jade trees love their pink cheeks.
The long-awaited message of spring has arrived outside the dust, and the distant fragrance is carried in the wind.
I am lonely and playing the piano three times, and I also add new words and cups.
Yijiang: Qilu? Early plum blossoms
In the bleak and cold weather, the grass and trees are decaying, and the frost flowers do not return with the geese.
In the garden, the willow branches have been defeated early, and the plum blossoms are newly sparse in the corridor.
It’s hard to hide the romance with snow, but it adds to the coolness of Dong Kui.
The beauty alone contains thousands of silk pistils, and has its own fragrant soul.
Orchid: Qilu Plum Blossom (New Rhyme)
Time flies and another year passes, and the east wind blows snow to the eyebrows.
The sparse branches are not afraid of the cold invasion of the bones, and the thin flowers tend to be beautiful.
Half a wisp of cold fragrance can explain the words, and three points of jade soul can clear the noise.
Let him go away from the hustle and bustle of life. I would like to sit opposite Meijun and relax.
Bingxin Jade Butterfly: Qilu·Bougainvillea
The deserted countryside is red all over, and thousands of flowers are blooming and forming clusters.
Thousands of kingfishers perch high up, and a bright glow fills the sky.
It is still strong despite the frost, and calmer after several showers.
The enchanting fragrance of the four seasons is always there, and the spirit is high and proud of the sky.
Snowflakes: Ode to Plum Blossoms
Snow dances frequently across the ridge, and branches hang halfway across the mountain.
The boundless withered grass hides the shy look, and a few cold plum blossoms bloom with smiles.
Eternal heroes chant the Bright Festival, and Kyushu poets wrote famous poems.
I appreciate pine and bamboo as good friends, but don’t compete with pears and peaches.
Elegant:
1. Plum blossoms
The sparse shadows sway in the wind and the snow blooms, and the faint fragrance floats.
In front of the window, there are thousands of blooming qiong trees, and outside the curtain, there are thousands of branches connected to the elegant terrace.
He was originally a pure and pure son of the immortal family, but why did he fall into the secular world.
Leaning on the railing and waiting quietly for three lifetimes, the moon nourishes the sacred hand.
2. White plum blossoms
It looks like green sand, but it is fragrant. It is completely cool and cool.
The clear breeze stirs up the bones by the river, and the bright moon shines on the eaves of the feathers.
The jade pistils are covered with ice and clouds, and the delicate flowers and trees are covered with snow.
Qian, who has never seen the appearance of a fairy, beside the path that fills your heart with elegance.
3. Peach Blossoms
They are approachable at first sight, and the delicate flowers shine on the green water as neighbors.
Think again and ask Cui Gongzi again, that tree has peach and crimson female spring.
And plant the tenderness in your heart, and only follow the cause of your long-cherished wish.
When destiny comes, you should cherish the past, and don’t wait for the glory to disappear.
4. Rose
The dew and fragrance are in the name of love, expressing the warmth of endorsement.
Several branches and flowers add different apartments, and the beauty and beauty are all in alliance.
I want to write a romantic book about floating life, but I know that love is precious in the world.
How many hot and frightening words, deep lovesickness and dreams.
5. Apricot Blossoms
In February, the spring sun is drizzling, and the apricot blossoms on Xiaomo in Yancun Village are red.
A light drizzle will make your face look more beautiful, and a light drizzle will make your face look softer and whiter.
If you don’t abandon your fragrant branches for wine, you should pity your pure soul and be locked in the palace.
For whom do I shed passionate tears? I fly sideways and read about Yuanhong.
6. Begonia
Blooming with exquisite and pretty shadows, Dongjun dotes on Xiao Qingmang.
The peach-heart jade is covered with morning dew, and the pink petals are newly decorated with evening makeup.
The spring breeze of ten miles flows freely, and thousands of bright branches fly.
The long street has no other smell, just a tree with fragrant and charming begonias.
7. Qinwang Lake Peony
In April, a beautiful red peony blooms all over the city.
Love can only be seen with blue eyes, and love cannot be guessed in both hearts.
Thank you for the flowers and pursue your distant dreams, don’t let the vulgar butterflies circle the immortal platform.
The fragrant little pistils say good things! It is a joke about King Ming of Qin's water planting.
8. Narcissus
Only when you want to pick it will you know that it is a fake garlic. A few ladles of clean water will nourish the spirit.
Seven parts white jade and three parts green, one volume of leisurely writing and half a volume of scripture.
You are Lingbo and I am vulgar, just like a swordsman and green feathers.
Now I am going straight up to the blue clouds, with my graceful and fairy posture proud of the Huating.
Leaves: Qilu Ode to Narcissus
The greenery reaches the pure pond, and the warm sun shines through the house to illuminate the fairy's appearance.
The jade face looks happy, and there are wisps of fragrant fragrance and thoughts.
The happy expression is not vulgar, and the most noble character is pure and unique.
The old age is so cold that I can endure the withering and hatred, and my blue eyes are silent for this reason
I know.
Autumn waning: Qilu. Narcissus
It is not as resistant to snow and cold as yellow plums, and it is a joy to sit in the window with a little warmth.
Lingbo is silent and leaves a fragrant shadow, and the sinking water softly sings about Feng Luan.
The golden phoenix lingers in the dream and wakes up, the jade skin curls up in the green clothes.
With a pure heart and no regrets, the mortal world is hidden, and the lead and flowers are washed away.
Cold City: Qilu Little Wild Flowers (New Rhyme)
I don’t envy the flower pond or the basin, I would rather be free of mud and dust in my youth.
Spring songs are sung vigorously and the germs are moving, and summer drums are beating like crazy.
Farewell to the crescent moon in the sky and welcome the long purple dress at the entrance of the alley.
No matter how hard you pinch, how can you talk about grievances? The brocade is spread out to await passers-by.
grass: Qilu·Sakura
The drizzle is like a crisp and refreshing color, and thousands of branches are looking forward to the return of spring.
Exquisite and graceful graceful figures dance with the wind, and the elegant fragrance flies with the mist.
The light pink clouds cover the beautiful sun, and the bright red clouds reflect the sky.
The fallen flowers are colorful and elegant, and the broken petals are light and dyed with twilight.
Aisi: Qilu. Rose
Planted in early spring, the buds grow, and the flowers bloom in the wind and rain.
The literati looked at the scenery with excitement, and the singing girls looked at the garden with slanted eyes.
The thorny and ruthless butterfly drives away waves, and the fragrant fragrance deliberately attracts poets.
Everything in the world is like this, and there are flaws in each other.
East 1234: Qilu·Ode to Roses
The fragrance may be strong or light, sometimes light and sometimes dark red.
The proud thorns are infinitely beautiful, and the solitary figure is so beautiful.
The fresh charm of Xizi is held in the heart, and Wenjun sees the bright light when he comes out of the bath.
Who admires Zuishang’s sincerity? Chant along with "Assassin" and express your heartfelt feelings.
Roses are fragrant: "Red Rose" (New Rhyme)
May flowers bloom in love in spring, and they smile beautifully and are drunk.
The fragrance may be strong or light, sometimes charming and sometimes elegant.
There is a romantic feeling in dreams, but there is a solitary and pure thorn in the body.
Who knows how many petals my heart has, I look at you shyly with my pink cheeks.
Yanyu doesn’t understand: Qilu. White mandala
It has a slender and elegant body without stamens, and walks in the mortal world with an empty heart and few desires.
Fairy and holy objects can bring blessings, and fantasy flowers can also give up anger.
Prajna soup is used to make the numbness boil away, and the mandala smiles and forgets the lover.
Sadness and joy intersect in the life path, and one thought of meditation is wonderful to keep the truth.
The Haunted Guest in the Clouds: Qilu. Epiphyllum
The exotic night sky reflects the green pond, and the green arrows in the Yao Garden turn into green branches.
In the spring, the elegant guests are blooming, and in the summer nights, the fairy flowers are beginning to compose poems.
A cluster of alluring beauty, leaving a dream in the middle of the night to lament the infatuation.
Like clouds occasionally appearing with melancholy, I am pleased with you but I don’t know it.
Old Tree: Qilu·Purple Golden Grass (New Rhyme)
Visiting the Spring Dream Wilderness Garden in the twelfth lunar month, the shadow of Purple Golden Grass lingers in my heart.
The setting sun illuminates the lilac color, and the morning breeze gently pushes the feather boat.
The people in the resort welcome the summer heat, while the remaining people in the barren hills resist the winter cold.
Different flowers compete for beauty, only the fragrance of plum blossoms is passed down silently.
There is clear snow in the Western Mountains: Qilu chants about succulent flowers
As I age, my face becomes desolate, but when I come to bloom, I still remain delicate.
The pretty girl next door likes to have more flesh, and King Ling of ancient Chu has a slim waist.
Outside the body, there are no flowers and leaves falling, but in the heart, there is a clear air.
She is often as shy as a plant, even though she does not wear red and green makeup.
My name is Dui: Qilu·Sunflower
The eight exquisite leaves are opened with the head raised, and the youth is never afraid of the wind.
I have received the dew from the Emperor of Spring, and let the autumn frost spread evenly on my cheeks.
The passage of time depends on integrity, and the scheming is as little as that of a child.
When I realized that the flowers had faded and the moss was still growing, I offered you a glass of Chaoyang wine.
The dim light of the bright moon: Qilu? Sunflowers
Sunflowers are everywhere in the field, and a line of autumn geese express their homesickness.
Golden bees steal new pistils, and colorful butterflies fly around the painting building.
The rustling wind blows the fragrance from far away, and the quiet leaves are moving and the color is empty.
A child breaks a staff to repair a magical weapon and performs martial arts in the mountains.
Lin Zhongshun: Qilu? Xiashan Orchid
The empty valley is faintly fragrant, and the autumn wind ravages the vicissitudes of life.
The mountains and rivers turn into green mountains, and the streams flow across green ponds.
When you go to bed, the curtains are hung with flowers overlapping each other, and the tune is chosen to end with the song of the day.
I don’t know that the heavy sleep consumes the remaining wine, but the reason is that Lan Xin is drunk and dreaming.
Short Memory Blue: Qilu·Cymbidium
The fragrance of the empty valley awaits the sound of jade, and the slanting wind passes by and makes people drunkenly.
Let’s dance in the green pines and forests, not afraid of the intrusion of the dusty streets.
The graceful and graceful posture hides the essence of the flower, and the proud bones contain the orchid heart.
I would like to keep a touch of peace and tranquility, without being disturbed by the hustle and bustle of the world.
Fishing in the smoke: Qilu? Magnolia magnolia
Watch carefully for the handsome plants, and there are pavilions and sparse railings along the road.
At four o'clock, the catalpa goose palms are spread out, and several flowers are in bloom.
I have always hated the beauty of the fairy tree, but the emperor's son has lost his fortune.
Thinking of thousands of miles on the branches in the east wind, and tears in the arms of the spring rain.
Bamboo Yin: Qilu - Reed Flowers
Looking forward to the beauty is really elusive, the cold river and Bai Zhu are wet and flowing.
It seems real, like illusory shadows, like fire and frost.
A formation of wild geese lifts the clouds through the dawn fog, and mandarin ducks emerge from fluffy snow.
There is no reason to admire Wei's luck in this life, and it will last for thousands of years.
Dragon Husband: Yanghua
Perhaps the idle clouds stir up the wind, blowing into the night and filling the sky with snow.
Clearly plain shadow and spring dance, faint fragrance melts into the water.
The tears of the guests have been shed for three months, but the duckweed has broken into pieces in the pond.
The flowers are proud of their delicate color, and they look like flowers when they smile.
Feelings: Qilu Roadside Flowers
The breeze on the wild path is full of grass, and a few clusters of small flowers nourish the heart.
When spring comes, the face is timid and shy, but when autumn goes, it is gloomy and withered.
Not as beautiful as peonies, but lucky enough to see butterflies swimming around.
The colorful leaves on the roadside are casual, and a ray of sunshine is also beautiful.
Orchid: Qilu? Blue butterfly flower (new rhyme)
A touch of soft blue illuminates the eyes, and the clarity seems to come from Yaotai.
My heart is full of admiration for the slender flowers, and my thoughts and regrets hold the warmth of my heart.
But the teacher's shadow is blown thin by the wind, and the dust is washed away by the rain of silk.
Three lives and three lifetimes are full of sentiments, and poems written by butterfly wings are waiting for dreams to come.
Hai Ming: Qilu Wild Chrysanthemum
The spring breeze in March plays with the green mandarin ducks, gently combing the catkins and making the noise of hundreds of flowers.
Seqiu arrives secretly and Fangfei passes away, and the golden shadow lifts the green valley into flames.
One night the fragrance melts into the village ten miles away, and the color dyes the dreams of thousands of souls over the years.
The broken body and bones are hidden in a lonely pillow, directing the mind to the vast plain.
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