Broccoli-Qing Gan Long
Yellow calyx thick green leaves, thousands of villages press new oil.
Love the people's livelihood for the people, not idle flowers and weeds.
Su Xinshi Xugong Store-Tang Yang Wanli
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
Revisiting Du Xuan —— Don Liu Yuxi
Half of the 100-acre courtyard is covered with moss and peach blossoms.
Where Taoism returned, Liu Lang came again today.
The monk's home in Sufengqu, Tang Wen, Ting Yun
The eastern suburbs are fresh and fragrant as dust.
A tired horse stopped at a guest house, and a monk painted an old friend on the wall.
The mulberry scenery in Wotian is late, and the cauliflower in Ye Ping is spring.
I miss Yan family color more, and the breeze is white.
Liang Xianxun's Hotel Name-Tang Qiji
There is a tall room beside the Temple of the King of Wu, and the curtains in Nanxuan are getting darker and darker.
Blow the wild peach leaves and press the spring dew to make the cauliflower yellow.
The upside-down lamp is just silent and slim in front of the case.
Knowing that there is a tiger flowing back to the dream, the temple gate is loose and the monk dies.
"The road to peace is this thing"-Wang Qing Wen Zhi
At night, the spring rain moistens the weeping willows, and the spring water does not satisfy the pond.
At dusk, the wind blows across the plain, and flowers and vegetables are mixed with tofu pudding.
The four seasons are idyllic —— Song Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Article-Zheng Song Xun Chu
As soon as you see the river, you can see the mast, the wheat is infinitely green and the cauliflower is infinitely yellow.
I hate it from time to time, and I burst into tears and the sun set.
Manjiang-Luyuan Wengui
Try to stop the spring, go away, the thatched cottage is in the hedge, and the grass outside the desert city is withered and crowing.
Yellow dyed cauliflower is unintentional, and green painted willow leaves are vulgar. Remember that prosperity is sad, unlike youth travel.
Tang Wu Brocade, Liyuan Jade, Yiyan Dance, Yingying Haruka, Sunny Day, Lost and Wuqiao Jingu.
I'm afraid the shadows will disperse at sunset, and I'll burn silver candles near dusk.
"Father of Ying Ge Garden" —— Yuanfeng Zizhen
A rooster and a dog live in front of the mountain. Laughter, listen to the garden father.
Pulley is holding the urn to water the cup, with a little Yangchun cream.
Butterflies also fly between cauliflowers and fly away when the warm wind blows.
Apricot bud with the fragrance of leek and tender spring is a drinking place next to the old earthen basin.
Rape flower praise
Golden fragrance is everywhere, and Qian Shan is drunk in spring. Soft wind makes the green flowers rain, and thin leaves make summer.
If you enjoy the unique fragrance, all the mountains are friends. Rain shakes the sunset, ink seeds turn into flowers, and wait for the willow to return.
The dispute is also filled with love, and the pollen has long fallen in love with the sail. Don't think that the thatched cottage is floating in the fog, and the thatched cottage is sex.
Su Xinshi xugong shop
-Don Yang Wanli
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Visit the landscape of Du Xuan again
-Don Liu Yuxi
Half of the 100-acre courtyard is covered with moss and peach blossoms are in full bloom. Where Taoism returned, Liu Lang came again today.
Sufengqu monk's house
-Tang Wen Tingjun
The eastern suburbs are fresh and fragrant as dust. A guest house is tired, and a monk draws an old friend on the wall.
The mulberry scenery in Wotian is late, and the cauliflower in Ye Ping is spring. I miss Yan family color more, and the breeze is white.
Liang Xianxun's "Public House"
-Tang Qiji
There is a tall room on one side of the Wuwang Temple, and the curtain shadow Nanxuan is growing. Blowing the wild wind in the garden, the peach leaves are green, and the spring dew cauliflower is yellow.
The hanging lamp just silently goes backwards, and the front of the case is slim. Knowing that there is a tiger flowing back to the dream, the temple door is loose and the monk dies.
What is a peaceful way?
Wang Qing Wen zhi
At night, the spring rain moistens the weeping willows, and the new spring water is not satisfied with the pond. At dusk, the wind blows across the plain, and flowers and vegetables are mixed with tofu pudding.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
-Song Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Black night cry
-Zheng Song Xun Chu
The river is faintly visible. Distinguish the masts. Infinite green wheat, cauliflower yellow. There is hate today, tears streaming down her face, and the sunset is red several times. It's not a slave house, and it's desolate.
Manjiang
—— Lu Yuan and Wen Gui
Try to check the spring, it's not in the thatched cottage at all. Outside the desert city, the grass withered and crowed. Yellow dyed cauliflower is unintentional, and green painted willow leaves are vulgar. Memories of prosperity, unlike youth travel, are sad. Tang dock brocade, pear garden jade. Yi Yan dance, Ying Gechun. Clear sky, loss and golden valley of Wuqiao. There is endless fragrance in the thread, and when I return, the strings ring one by one. Afraid of the sunset, the shadows scattered near dusk, burning silver candles.
Parrots parrot, father's garden
-Yuan Fengzi Zhen
Live in front of the mountain. Listen to dad with a smile. Pulley is holding the urn to water the cup, with a little Yangchun cream. Butterflies also fly between cauliflowers and fly away when the warm wind blows. Apricot buds are fragrant with red leek and tender spring, which is a drinking place next to the old earthen basin.
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