1. Poems about red flowers
2. Poems about red flowers
Poems about red flowers 1. Poems about red flowers
Some poems describing "red flowers" include
1. "Red Flower"
Era: Author: Li Zhong
The color of red flowers conceals the Thousands of flowers, even if the orangutan blood is not added.
Dyeing is light and luxurious, and the ancients advocated thrift and luxury.
2. "Giving Red Flower Plants to Others"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Zhaoyu
The red bananas in the world are different because their roots have been moved thousands of miles. It is difficult to leave the miasmatic soil and enter the rich gate with ease.
The leaves are fighting against the blue clouds, and the flowers are scattered and exposed. There is so much unknown in Chang'an, who wants to touch the soul of Yin.
3. "Red Flowers in the Moon"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fang Hui
Twelve cycles change the rhythm tube, and the long flowers are smiling in the spring breeze.
The Shan family does not know Yao's pod, and the calendar is full of red moons.
4. "Fenghe's message to the sea red flowers"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Zhi
The spring breeze blows the fruits of the apricot branches. .
The peonies bloom in the dusk rain, and the desolation drifts away from me.
Unique sea red flowers, tens of millions of them in a cluster.
It is as deep as ape's blood stain, and the fragrance is like a broken musk deer's navel.
The rosy clouds of Yulan are pressed down by the clouds, and the green fire is braised in red.
As the saying goes, brocade quilts are piled on top, so why not?
Pu She has many talents and sentiments, and the new stop is Jichuan Ge.
Wandering around and missing each other again, drunk with lace sleeves.
Chanting into several crosses, each word is like a pearl.
The fish always returns the favor, don’t laugh at it and give it lightly.
5. "Bu Shuzi·Red Flowers Between Green Candles"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Guo Yingxiang
The red flowers between green candles are extremely beautiful. No matter when it rains or winds, I will pick the flowers and offer them to sing and laugh. I want to wear a black scarf, but I hate that I am not young. With a few strokes of pen and paper, you can appreciate the canal, and your words for guests are all wonderful.
2. Poems describing red flowers
Some poems describing "red flowers" include 1. "Red Flower" Year: Author: Li Zhong The color of red flowers hides thousands of flowers, no matter how it is, it is orangutan blood Not added.
Dyeing is light and luxurious, and the ancients advocated frugality and luxury. 2. "Giving Red Flower Plants to Others" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Zhaoyu The red bananas in the world are different because their roots have been moved thousands of miles.
Leave the miasma soil with difficulty and enter the rich gate with ease. The leaves are full of green clouds, and the flowers are scattered and exposed.
Chang'an has so many unknowns, who wants to touch Yin's soul? 3. "Red Flowers in the Moon" Year: Song Dynasty Author: The square returns to the twelve cycles and changes the rhythm tube. The long fragrance is the laughter of the spring breeze.
The Shan family does not know Yao's pod, and the calendar is full of red moons. 4. "Feng He's message to the sea red flower" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Li Zhi The spring breeze blows the fruits of the fairy apricot branches.
The peonies bloom in the dusk rain, and the desolation drifts away from me. There are unique sea red flowers, with tens of millions of them in a cluster.
It is as deep as ape's blood stain, and the fragrance is like a broken musk deer's navel. The rosy clouds of Yulan are pressed down by the clouds, and the green fire is burned in red.
As the saying goes, brocade quilts are piled on top, so why not? The servants are talented and affectionate, and they are newly stopped in Jichuan.
Wandering around and missing each other again, drunk with lace sleeves. Chanting into several crosses, each word is like a pearl.
The fish always returns the favor, so don’t laugh at it and give it lightly. 5. "Bu Suanzi·Red Flowers Between Green Candles" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Guo Yingxiang The red flowers among the green candles are extremely beautiful.
No matter when it rains or winds, I will pick the flowers and offer them to sing and laugh. I want to wear a black scarf, but I hate that I am not young.
With a few strokes of pen and paper, you can appreciate the canal, and your words are all wonderful.
3. Poems describing the color red
1. Why light green and deep red (Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty, "Partridge Sky")
2. The wind is gone Deep red (Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Sighing Flowers")
4. The red color at the back of the palace (Song Dynasty, Lou Yao, "Xie Panduanshu Hui Hongmei")
5. After the rain Red brings more energy (Liu Bingzhong, Yuan Dynasty, "Linjiang Xianhaitang")
6. The tearful face shows a heavy pink color (Li Xun, Tang Dynasty, "Jiuquanzi")
7. The dew is still stained with scarlet red ("Miscellaneous Poems in the Spring Garden" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty)
8. A few red leaves with yellow leaves ("Sorrow of the Autumn Evening" by Li Gou of the Song Dynasty)
9. A few red leaves with yellow leaves (Li Gou, Song Dynasty, "Sorrow in the Evening of Autumn")
10. Most red leaves are washed lightly (Li He, Tang Dynasty, "Xiu Washes the Red")
11. The strong wind wiped away the crimson color (Du Mu, "Poetry of Sorrow", Tang Dynasty)
12. The red color of the power is renewed (Wu Rong, Tang Dynasty, "Spring Rain")
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13. Not even a hint of red ("Two Quatrains" by Zhang Lei, Song Dynasty)
14. Light reddish color but not deep ("Begonia Flower", Liu Jian, Tang Dynasty)
15. The light red color is not deep (Liu Jian, Song Dynasty, "Begonia Flower")
16. The strong wind has completely wiped out the deep red color (Song Dynasty, Zhao Shunsun, "Jianhui Yin")
17. The peach trees of Nanjia are deep red (Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zhen, "Nanjia Peach")
18. Pu Xiyuan and red are dark (Song Dynasty, Lin Jizhong, "Spring Suburban Journey") 》)
19. Wandering loves true red the most (Song Dynasty Shu Yuexiang · "Tong Zhengzhong's Fu Zhu Tongcai Butterfly")
20. The imperial concubine got wine and the color is red (Song Dynasty Zhang Mingzhong ·"Rose")
21. The poet Mo Jing is deeply red (Song Dynasty He Zhu·"He Titled Piling Jianfu Temple Red Plum")
22. A pair of dental pliers Like red (Jia Sidao, Song Dynasty, "Two Oil-Paper Lamps")
23. Falling to the ground but still red but not withered (Wang Yan, Song Dynasty, "Smell the Cicada")
24 , Chunluo is lightly dyed vinegar red (Song Dynasty Yang Wanli·"Two kinds of peonies in Yongji Creek Road·Silk-head pink")
25. The red flowers are easy to damage (Song Dynasty Shi Sizhi·"Zi Sui")
28. The small garden is still dark red (Song Dynasty, Chen Zao, "Eight Poems to Cui Shou of Yingzhou")
29. The peach blossoms compete for red and the sky is deep (Song Dynasty, Li Fu, "Eight Poems") "Li Hua")
30. Wash more red and lighter (Song Dynasty Pan Gemin·"Hugh Wash Red")
31. Wash more red and reduce (Ming Dynasty·Jing Pianpian·" Stop washing the red (two poems)")
32. The strong wind wiped away the deep red (Ming Dynasty Li Zhen "Collected Poems on Playing the Qin under the Moon (Twenty Poems)")
4. Sentences describing red flowers
★The white roses in the yard make me reluctant to part with them. Several small white petals form a small bud. When you wake up early in the morning, dewdrops are rolling on the rose buds, and the fragrance is overflowing, giving people a sense of elegance and freshness. Peel it open and you will see that there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals, with small light yellow dots on top. Ups and downs in the spring breeze, white roses dance like a little girl. Ah, white rose, you did not express yourself with gorgeous colors but repaid the Spring and Autumn Period with your pure white heart.
★Lovely roses, like clusters of flames burning with youth, all of them are so red and so beautiful!
★There is a flower on the rose tree fence, the most beautiful flower of all flowers. The nightingale sings to it the sorrows of his love. But the rose spoke not a word, and not a single dewdrop of a sympathetic tear appeared on its leaves. It just hangs its branches facing a few large rocks.
★The roses are very bright, red with white, rouge color, like a little girl's face, so cute.
5. Complete collection of red poems
Poems about "red"
1. Why light green and dark red (Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao "Partridge Sky")
2. The strong wind wiped away the crimson color (Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Sighing Flowers")
4. The red color at the back of the palace (Song Dynasty, Lou Yao, "Xie Pan Duan Shu Hui Hongmei") )
5. After the rain, the red color makes you more energetic (Yuan Dynasty·Liu Bingzhong·"Linjiang Xianhaitang")
6. The tearful face shows a heavy pink color (Tang Dynasty·Li Xun·"Jiuquan") "Zi")
7. The dew is still stained with scarlet red (Song Dynasty Lu You·"Spring Day Garden Miscellaneous Fu")
8. Several red leaves with yellow leaves (Song Dynasty Li Gou·"Sorrow in the Evening of Autumn")
9. A few red leaves with yellow leaves (Li Gou·"Sorrow in the Evening of Autumn" in the Song Dynasty)
10. Most of the leaves are red and light (Li He, Tang Dynasty, "Xiu Washes the Red")
11. The strong wind wiped away the crimson color (Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Poetry of Sorrow")
12. Power Cui Ning Red Update (Tang Dynasty·Wu Rong·"Spring Rain")
13. Not a bit red (Song Dynasty·Zhang Lei·"Two Quatrains")
14. Light red but not deep (Liu Jian, Tang Dynasty, "Begonia Flower")
15. Light reddish color but not deep (Liu Jian, Song Dynasty, "Begonia Flower")
16. The strong wind wiped out the deep red color (Song Dynasty·Zhao Shunsun·"Jianhui Yin")
17. The peach trees of Nanjia are dark red (Tang Dynasty·Yuanzhen·"Nanjia Peach")
18. Pu Xuyuan Both red and dark (Song Dynasty Lin Jizhong's "Spring Suburban Journey")
19. Wandering loves true red the most (Song Dynasty Shu Yuexiang's "Tong Zhengzhong's Fu Tongcai Butterfly")
22. A pair of tooth forceps are as red as red ("Two Oil Paper Lamps" by Jia Sidao, Song Dynasty)
23. The red color remains after falling to the ground (Wang Yan, "Song Dynasty") "Smell the Cicada")
24. Chunluo is lightly dyed vinegar red (Song Dynasty Yang Wanli "Two kinds of peonies in Yongji Creek Road Silk Head Pink")
25. The red flower is easy to damage (Song Dynasty, Shi Sizhi, "Self-Called")
26. The skin is red and translucent (Tang Dynasty, Qi Ji, "Xie Renhui Dan")
27. Abnormal crimson color (Tang·Cui Lu·"Mountain Road Hibiscus")
28. The small garden is still dark red (Song Dynasty·Chen Zao·"Eight Poems to Cui Shou of Yingzhou")
29. Peach blossoms compete for red and the space is deep (Li Fu, Song Dynasty, "Li Hua")
30. Wash more red and light (Pan Gemin, Song Dynasty, "Xiu Washes Red")
31 , wash more red and reduce (Ming Dynasty Jing Pianpian "Hugh wash red (two poems)")
6. Ancient poems with the word "red", or describing the color of red, or red flowers
Ancient poetry generally developed more prosperously in the Tang and Song Dynasties, so many verses about "red" can be found in the ancient poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
1. It is easy to realize that when the east wind blows, spring is always spring.
2. The ancient palace is lonely, and the palace flowers are lonely and red.
3. There are green ants and red snails, leisurely inviting female companions to gather around and sing. On the summer boat, we were playing games in the gentle waves, and the red lychees on the shore were dipped in the water.
4. The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace is adding incense to the beasts, and the red brocade lichen is wrinkled with every step. The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins, and when she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them. In the other hall, she hears the playing of flutes and drums in the distance.
5. Evening make-up has just begun to brighten the skin, and the concubines of the Spring Palace are lined up. The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard. Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming. When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.
Poems about red flowers 1. Poems describing red flowers
Some poems describing "red flowers" are
1. "Red Flower"
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Era: Author: Li Zhong
The color of red flowers hides thousands of flowers, but the blood of orangutans is not added.
Dyeing is light and luxurious, and the ancients advocated thrift and luxury.
2. "Giving Red Flower Plants to Others"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Zhaoyu
The red bananas in the world are different because their roots have been moved thousands of miles. It is difficult to leave the miasmatic soil and enter the rich gate with ease.
The leaves are fighting against the blue clouds, and the flowers are scattered and exposed. There is so much unknown in Chang'an, who wants to touch the soul of Yin.
3. "Red Flowers in the Moon"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fang Hui
Twelve cycles change the rhythm tube, and the long flowers are smiling in the spring breeze.
The Shan family didn’t know Yao’s pod, and the calendar was full of red moons.
4. "Fenghe's message to the sea red flower"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Zhi
The spring breeze blows the fruits of the apricot branches. .
The peonies bloom in the dusk rain, and the desolation drifts away from me.
Unique sea red flowers, tens of millions of them in a cluster.
It is as deep as ape's blood stain, and the fragrance is like a broken musk deer's navel.
The rosy clouds of Yulan are pressed down by the clouds, and the green fire is braised in red.
As the saying goes, brocade quilts are piled on top, so why not?
Pu She has many talents and sentiments, and the new stop is Jichuan Ge.
Wandering around and missing each other again, drunk with lace sleeves.
Chanting into several crosses, each word is like a pearl.
The fish always returns the favor, don’t laugh at it and pay it lightly.
5. "Bu Shuzi·Red Flowers Between Green Candles"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Guo Yingxiang
The red flowers between green candles are extremely beautiful. No matter when it rains or winds, I pick flowers and offer them to sing and laugh. I want to wear a black scarf, but I hate that I am not young. With a few strokes of pen and paper, you can appreciate the canal, and your words for guests are all wonderful.
2. Sentences describing red flowers
★The white roses in the yard make me reluctant to leave them. A few small white petals surround a small bud. When you wake up early in the morning, dewdrops are rolling on the rose buds, and the fragrance is overflowing, giving people a sense of elegance and freshness. Peel it open and you will see that there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals, with small light yellow dots on top. Ups and downs in the spring breeze, white roses dance like a little girl. Ah, white rose, you did not express yourself with gorgeous colors but repaid the Spring and Autumn Period with your pure white heart.
★Lovely roses, like clusters of flames burning with youth, all of them are so red and so beautiful!
★There is a flower on the rose tree fence, the most beautiful flower of all flowers. The nightingale sings to it the sorrows of his love. But the rose said not a word, and not a single dewdrop of a sympathetic tear appeared on its leaves. It just hangs its branches facing a few large rocks.
★The roses are very bright, red with white, rouge color, like a little girl's face, so cute.
3. Poems describing red flowers
Some poems describing "red flowers" include 1. "Red Flower" Year: Author: Li Zhong The color of red flowers hides thousands of flowers, no matter how it is orangutan blood Not added.
Dyeing is light and luxurious, and the ancients advocated frugality and luxury. 2. "Giving Red Flower Plants to Others" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Zhaoyu Red bananas are different in the world because their roots have been moved thousands of miles.
Leave the miasmatic soil with difficulty and enter the rich gate with ease. The leaves are full of green clouds, and the flowers are scattered and exposed.
Chang'an has so many unknowns, who wants to touch Yin's soul? 3. "Red Flowers in the Moon" Year: Song Dynasty Author: The square returns to the twelve cycles and changes the rhythm tube. The long fragrance is the laughter of the spring breeze.
The Shan family didn’t know Yao’s pod, and the calendar was full of red moons. 4. "Fenghe's message to the sea red flower" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Li Zhi The spring breeze blows the fruits of the fairy apricot branches.
The peonies bloom in the dusk rain, and the desolation drifts away from me. There are only sea red flowers, with tens of millions of them in one bush.
It is as deep as ape's blood stain, and the fragrance is like a broken musk deer's navel. The rosy clouds of Yulan are pressed down by the clouds, and the green fire is burned in red.
As the saying goes, brocade quilts are piled on top, so why not? The servants are talented and affectionate, and they are newly stopped in Jichuan.
Wandering around and missing each other again, drunk with lace sleeves. Chanting into several crosses, each word is like a pearl.
The fish always returns the favor, so don’t laugh at it and give it lightly. 5. "Bu Suanzi·Red Flowers Between Green Candles" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Guo Yingxiang The red flowers among the green candles are extremely beautiful.
No matter when it rains or winds, I will pick the flowers and offer them to sing and laugh. I want to wear a black scarf, but I hate that I am not young.
With a few strokes of pen and paper, you can appreciate the canal, and your words are all wonderful.
4. What are the sentences that describe red flowers?
Sunflowers bloom as soon as they see the sun. The flowers are lavender, fiery red, and pink, and the center of the flower is a small golden yellow. Thin filaments, very bright and beautiful.
When Begonia flowers first bloom, the petals are dark red and gradually turn to pink. The petals are as big as the thumbnail. There are four petals on one flower, two on the outside and two on the inside, which is very beautiful. Although the crabapple flower is small, it is very fragrant. It is called the "fairy among flowers".
For example, dahlia, native to Mexico, has only eight red petals. The history of artificial cultivation is only two to three hundred years, but there are thousands of varieties with different shapes and colors.
Tuberose blooms in the rain, and its red flowers are hung with raindrops.
A California variety of purple jasmine with purple-red flowers.
A European sedge with rounded-edged leaves, spike-like red flowers, and fragrant roots.
A deciduous shrub in China with pink flowers, a yellow throat, and fruits covered with thorns; often cultivated as an ornamental plant.
A perennial herb of eastern North America with narrow red notched petals.
In the center of the flower bed, there are several tall and delicate beauty trees. Its dark green leaves are like a green eight-burnt fan. Its straight and straight stems, holding a few gorgeous crimson flowers, look like a slim girl standing there!
In the rose garden not far away, there are butterflies flying everywhere. They are lingering in the fragrant sea of ??roses. Some have yellow patterns on their wings, and some have white wings. Patterns, some have black patterns on their wings, some have red patterns on their wings, and some have silver patterns on their wings.
A plump, succulent, spring-blooming plant of the genus Brassica, especially of eastern North America, having narrow leaves and racemes of white or pink flowers.
Any species of tamarisk, a shrub and dwarf tree native to Africa and Eurasia, having small scaly leaves and white, pink, or red flowers in racemes.
Multi-flower rose is easy to grow, has various varieties, is full of vitality, has large and numerous flowers, and is a kind of porcelain pink flower.
In the information introduction, this is a perennial herb that grows in places with water. It has white underground stems, purple flowers, and fruits that are as slender as needles, brown on the outside and white on the inside. For "wild rice".
The flowers of Mimosa are quite special. The purple or pink flower ball it blooms is not actually a flower, but an inflorescence formed by many small flowers.
5. Ancient poems with the word "red", or describing red color, or red flowers
Ancient poems generally developed more prosperously in the Tang and Song Dynasties, so the Tang and Song Dynasties Many verses about "red" can be found in ancient Chinese poetry.
1. It is easy to realize that when the east wind blows, spring is always spring.
2. The ancient palace is lonely, and the palace flowers are lonely and red.
3. There are green ants and red snails, leisurely inviting female companions to gather around and sing. Summer vacation letter boat in the light waves, leisurely games, lychee red dipped in water across the bank.
4. The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace is adding incense to the beasts, and the red brocade lichen is wrinkled with every step. The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins, and when she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them. In the other hall, she hears the playing of flutes and drums in the distance.
5. Evening make-up has just begun to brighten the skin, and the concubines of the Spring Palace are lined up. The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard. Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming. When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.
6. Guiqiu ~ ancient poems with the word "red", or describing red colors and red flowers ~
Selected poems from the Tang and Song Dynasties with the word "red", the main one from the Southern Tang Dynasty 1 , Nanxiangzi orchids are lifted up, the water patterns are blooming, and they come with rattan cages to pick lotuses.
We met each other in the depths of the pond and invited them to join us for a banquet. A glass of green wine (zhi, Yin Pingsheng, wine vessel, round, capacity four liters) with red wine on top. 2. Nanxiangzi is full of green ants and red snails, and leisurely invites female companions to play music and songs.
On the summer boat, we were playing games in the gentle waves, and the red lychees on the shore were dipped in the water. Post Master Huanxi Sha The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace is adding fragrant beasts one after another, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.
A beautiful woman dances with golden hairpins, sniffs flower stamens when she is drunk, and hears the playing of flutes and drums in the distance from the other hall. Jade House Spring Evening makeup has begun to shine, and the snow is shining on the skin, and the concubines and concubines in the Spring Palace are lined up.
The phoenix flute blows away the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard. Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming.
When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon. Gengluzi (a title written by Wen Tingyun) Jinquechai, red pink face, temporarily meet in the flowers.
Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling. The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people's thoughts.
The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more tired. Geng Liu Zi (a title written by Wen Tingyun) The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away.
The wild geese are frightened, the crows rise in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen. The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion.
The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn’t know. The oriole rejoices. The moon is falling at dawn, the clouds are faint, and I am leaning on the pillow silently.
Dreaming back to the fragrant grass, the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance. The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard.
Pian Hongxiu swept away Congyi, leaving the dancers to return. A handful of dendrobium beads. After putting on her evening makeup, Shen Tan lightly added a few drops.
Showing the cloves to others, singing a clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst. The sleeves of the sleeves (yi, Qusheng, wrapped around) are still in color, and the deep cup is soaked with fragrant mash (lao, Yangpingsheng, wine) (o, Qusheng, dyed, impregnated).
She leans against the embroidered bed, chewing red velvet, laughing and spitting at Tan Lang. Picking mulberry seeds, all the red maidens are chasing after spring in front of the pavilion, dancing in a lingering manner.
The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened. The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the incense seal turns to ashes.
I can't help but fall asleep and fall into a dream. Xie Xin'en The month before the cherry blossoms fell all over the stairs, they were like a bed leaning against a smoked cage in sorrow.
It’s far like last year today, but the hatred is still the same. Her servant girls are disheveled and haggard, and their breasts are red with tears.
Where is the pain of lovesickness? The screen window is in a drunken dream. Xie Xin'en The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the fragrance of dogwood falls on the terrace. Purple Ju gas floats in the courtyard, and the mist drizzles in the evening.
The geese in Yongyongxin swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year. The crows cry in the night. The forest flowers have withered their spring reds. It’s too hasty and helpless. The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
Feng Yansi Gengluozi The night is long at the beginning of the day, people are close to each other, and dreams are broken by the waning moon in the window. Parrots sleep, crickets (hui, go away sound) crow, and the west wind is cold.
Red candles, half a chess game, and a bed painted with mountain green.搴(qian, Yinping sound, which means "褰", pick up, lift up) embroidered cover, leaning on the Yao Qin, with tears in front of me.
Ball tossing fun Sitting facing thousands of tall buildings and mountains, wild geese flying in the autumn colors fill the sky. The burned-out red candles are gathering in the dusk clouds, and the blue sky and golden wells are drifting away in the cold.
Thousands of miles apart, we still remember the joy of playing and singing last night. The fun of tossing a ball The frost-covered autumn mountains are full of red trees, and red palms are hanging on the upper floors leaning against the curtains.
The white clouds in the sky are full of hatred, and the yellow grass smoke is deep in the wind. It's like a song from Liangzhou, played on someone's jade flute.
Ball tossing music Don’t blame me for climbing the white jade cup, the dogwoods are slightly blooming and the chrysanthemums are blooming. The water in the pond is cold and the mandarin ducks rise, and the emerald curtains are filled with cold smoke.
The red candles will be burned again, and the music and songs will not be put back. Picking mulberry seeds, playing music and singing, people go back and sleep alone in the red building.
The clouds are gathering above the moon, and half of the bead curtain is hung with jade hooks. I got up and checked the places I passed, and there were new worries everywhere.
Relying on the eastward flow, the centrifugal force will cross Orange Island.
Picking mulberry seeds The bridal chamber is full of music and singing late at night, with heavy curtains.
The slanting moon is hazy, and the remaining flowers fall red after the rain. The endless sorrows of the past are still the east wind.
Leaning alone against the sycamore tree, I thought about it till dawn. Picking mulberry seeds, the cherries have faded, and the pear blossoms are blooming, red and white.
The swallows return, and the fragrance and greenery bloom. How many pleasures do you know in the world, and you can even get a golden cup.
Guan Yanxian mourns, and slowly leads Xiao Niang to dance on her sleeves. Picking mulberry seeds, the small hall is quiet and no one comes, and the courtyard is filled with spring breeze.
To the east of the melancholy wall, there is a cherry tree red with rain. The sad heart is like being drunk and sick, and the desire to speak is still dull.
At dusk, the two swallows return to live in the painting pavilion. Sauvignon Blanc The branches are full of red, and the branches are full of green. I am tired of the late rain and getting up late.
The shadows of flowers in the garden are moving. Remember the date of return, count the date of return. Although we see each other frequently in dreams, we know when we will meet.
Nanxiangzi The drizzle weeps in the autumn wind, and the buttercups remain all over the ground in red. Xian frowns (cu, goes away, gathers, shrinks) and her eyebrows are silent, showing her emotions, loneliness and lovesickness.
The jade pillow hugs the lonely quilt, and the hatred is still as deep as the years. Who is drunk in the room with curly curtains, haggard, melancholy, and shed tears in the Qin Tower.
The Bodhisattva's beautiful servant girl is piled with hairpins and phoenixes on her pillow, and the poplar flowers are dreaming of melting spring water. The red candle is full of tears, and the green screen is full of cold smoke.
The brocade pot prompts arrows to be drawn, and the jade pendant is far away. Trying on the makeup with tears, falling plum blossoms and flying frost.
Bodhisattva Man The west wind curls up and sings the fan, and the autumn season is far away from travelers. The flowers and leaves are red from frost, and the orioles are wandering in the waning moon.
Whether Lan Gui is there or not, it’s dusk after thousands of miles away. The fragrance of the green quilt has disappeared, and the dream grows with the cold.
Shoushan Song The dripping water from the copper kettle has begun to drain, and the cock crows in the high pavilion. The golden locks of the five doors are opened, and the curtains of the three palaces are hung.
The royal willows in front of the steps are shaking green, and the palace flowers under the banner are red. There are several rows of Yuan tiles in the morning sun, and the Luan flag is hundreds of feet in the spring breeze.
The courtiers danced and paid homage again, and the holy life of Nanshan will be together forever. Dancing in the Spring Breeze. Only then did I stop complaining about the spring breeze and painted the walls in Songjiadong.
Cymbidium orchid branches are still green, peach and plum blossoms are silent and red. The curtains are rolled up when the swallows are nesting, and the phoenix tower is empty where the orioles are singing.
The young boy Xingxing knows where he is, and returns every night in his spring dream. Visiting Kinmen The wind suddenly picks up and ruffles a pool of spring water.
In the path where the mandarin ducks are fragrant, I move (o, Yangping sound, rub) the red apricot pistils with my hands. The fighting duck leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches its head and falls sideways.
I look forward to seeing you all day long, but I raise my head to hear the magpies cheering. Ying Tianchang's beautiful face is frightened and haggard every day, no one can understand the sorrow of separation.
Changes in personnel are nothing to regret, and the nights on the pillow are only as long as the years. The red gauze sheds three feet of tears, my heart is intoxicated when the double knot is untied, my soul dreams of thousands of clouds and water, and I still can't sleep even after I wake up.
Linjiang Fairy Peach blossoms float in the cold red, and the mood of youth fades. The curtains of the painting building are rolled up slightly in the cold weather.
After the wine and everyone dispersed, I leaned against the railing alone. The setting sun is thousands of miles away, and the fragrant grass is still there, and the luxuriant growth brings sorrow to the king and his grandson.
Pei Hui flew across the blue sky and clouds. Where is Feng Sheng? The bright moon shines at dusk.
Her lips are rosy and her lips are green and red. Meng Qiong’s family lives in Taoyuan. The painted bridge serves as the road, and there are two red houses near the water.
The willow path is deep in spring, and you reach a place of love. He frowned and said nothing, letting the wind blow him towards Lang Bian.
The magpie steps on the branches. The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees, and the willows are showing their golden strands in the gentle breeze. Whoever moved the zither to the jade pillar made the petrels fly away through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain. When I fall asleep, I feel sleepy and silent, and my good dreams are nowhere to be found.
Cranes soar into the sky, the dawn moon falls, clouds are draped over the sky, silver candles and brocade curtains hang. The jade rope is low when the bell of Jianzhang moves, and the flowers leak out of the palace late.
The spring is light, the swallows are coming, and the red sun is beginning to grow. Yan Zhuang was about to give up and the oriole flew up.