Seeing Huan Lin Hua thanked Chunhong

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.

Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy. Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

Partridge day osmanthus

The dull and light yellow body is soft, and the love is far away. Why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class among flowers.

Mei Ding is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival. People can think ruthlessly, and they don't see anything back then.

Seven quatrains of looking for flowers alone on the riverside

Egami was annoyed by the flowers, and he had nowhere to tell him, only madness.

Go to the south neighbor to love wine companions, and drink alone in the empty bed.

The thick flowers are afraid of the riverside, and the walking is really afraid of spring.

Poetry and wine are still driven, and there is no need to deal with white-headed people.

Jiang Shen Zhujing has two or three families, and the eventful red flowers reflect the white flowers.

To repay the spring light, you should have to send a career of fine wine.

Looking east to Shaocheng, the flowers are full of smoke, and the high-rise buildings are even more pitiful.

Who can carry wine to open the marigold, and call the beautiful woman to dance and embroider the feast.

In front of the Yellow Master Tower, the river is in the east, and the spring is lazy and leaning on the breeze.

Peach blossoms bloom in clusters, cute crimson loves light red?

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

It's not that you love flowers and want to die, but I'm afraid that the flowers will be exhausted.

The branches are easy to fall one after another, and the young stamens are carefully opened.

Generations of sorrowful pulsatilla

Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who are flying around?

Luoyang's daughter cherishes the color, and sighs when she sees the falling flowers.

This year, the color of the flowers has changed, who will be in the flowers next year?

I have seen the pine and cypress destroyed as a salary, and I have heard that the mulberry field has become the sea.

The ancients did not recover the east of Luocheng, and today's people are still interested in falling flowers.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

Send a message to the full glory of the face, and should pity the half-dead pulsatilla.

This Weng is really pitiful, and Yixi is a beautiful young man.

Under the grandson of the prince, before the flowers.

Guanglu Chitai is splendid, and the general's pavilion is painted with immortals.

Once sick and unacquainted, who is Sanchun Xingle on?

How long can the moth eyebrows be turned?

But looking at the ancient singing and dancing place, only the birds and birds are sad at dusk.

Set the storm and two pairs of light red and half dizzy cheeks

On October 9th, Meng Hengzhi placed the wine autumn fragrance pavilion. There is a pair of frost rejection, and it is open to Jun alone, and the guests are smiling, thinking that it is not necessary to make Jun Mo be this flower, so it is an article.

Two pairs of light red and half faint cheeks, relying on the only envoy to return. If the Taoist envoy has no such intention, what is it, the double flower does not open to others.

But looking at the low smoke and rain, I can't help it. Persuade the gentleman to suspend the complaint for ten cups. He asked the former mad deputy envoy. Years old. Who to come with when the flowers are blooming.

Congratulations to the groom Xia Jing

Milk swallow flying house. Quietly uninhabited, Tongyin turned to noon, and the evening was cool and new. The hand makes the white fan, and the fan hand is like jade for a while. Gradually sleepy, lonely and ripe. Who will push the embroidery household outside the curtain, teach people in vain, and dream of Yaotai song. Again, the wind knocks on the bamboo.

The pomegranate half spits out the red scarf. Wait for the floating flowers and waves to be exhausted, accompanied by the solitude. Qin Yan takes a closer look, and her heart is like a bundle. I am afraid of being scared of the autumn wind. If you wait for you to come here, you can't bear to touch the wine before the flower. A total of pink tears, two tears.

Fortune operator, piece of butterfly clothes light

The pieces of butterfly clothes are light, and the little scarlet is small. The Tao is that God does not hesitate to spend flowers, and there are thousands of ingenuity.

In the morning, the trees are numerous, and at dusk there are few branches. The Tao is the fruit of heaven and cherishes the flowers, and the rain washes the wind and blows.

The snow is like plum blossoms

Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow. Seemingly and unseemly, it is amazing. Who knows, please ask for the South Building.

I remember last year, the plum season. No one talks about old things. For whom is drunk and for whom to wake up?

Yanshan Pavilion and northbound to see apricot blossoms

Cut the ice silk, lightly fold several weights, and lightly add rouge. New and beautiful makeup, glamorous and fragrant, shameful and shameful to kill the maid of the Ruizhu Palace. It is easy to wither, more less, and ruthless wind and rain. Distress. The idle courtyard is desolate, and there are several spring twilight.

With the hatred of sending away, this pair of swallows, how could he ever be able to speak. The sky is far away, thousands of rivers and mountains, know where his Forbidden City is. How can you not think about it, except in dreams, sometimes you have gone? There is no evidence, and the dream is also new to do not do.