Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai (Gong Zizhen) The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

In late spring (Han Yu), the grass and trees will know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other. The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.

Sent off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple (Yang Wanli) After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Dusk River Yin (Bai Juyi) A setting sun spreads across the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. It's a pity that on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.

Jiang Nanchun (Du Mu), thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the water village, mountain and Guo wine flags are winding. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.

The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. (Yang Wanli walked out of Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang at dawn)

It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring when it is colorful and purple. (Zhu Xi·Spring Day)

The sun is setting over the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green. (Ouyang Xiu·Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion)

The flying flowers on both sides of the bank shine in the red of boats, and they are hundreds of miles away. The half-day wind on the elm bank. (Chen Yuyi·Xiangyi Daozhong)

The red-sleeved girl who strives to believe in the spring breeze, the swing in the green poplar courtyard. (Ye Shaoweng·Tian Jia's three chants (Part 1))

Green The dawn outside the poplar smoke is light and cold, the red apricot branches are full of spring (Song Qi·Magnolia)

No one can be seen after hearing the sound of the flute, and the red flag goes straight up to the snow in Tianshan Mountain. (Chen Yu·Congjunxing)

Thousands of miles away, the oriole crows, the green reflects the red, and the water village, mountain and Guo wine flags wind. (Du Mu·Jiang Nanchun)

It is exactly where the guest's heart is so isolated that the red sleeves of the house are in Pingjiang Tower. (Du Mu·Tongling Road Middle)

Thousands of lights in the night market shine on the blue clouds, and there are many red-sleeved customers in high-rise buildings. (Wang Jian·Looking at Yangzhou City at Night)

A glimpse of Wushan Mountain is in the eyes, and there are numerous buildings. Green and red. (Wang Yuanliang·Huzhou Song)

The beauty is fading away at the end of the year, and the cold light is about to sink. (Bao Zhao·It is difficult to travel)

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are all red and cannot be swept away. (Bai Juyi·Song of Everlasting Regret)

My love for beauty is broken before I grow old, and I sit leaning against the fumigation cage till dawn. (Bai Juyi·Gong Ci)

A setting sun spreads across the water, half river rustling and half river red. (Bai Juyi·Mujiang Yin)

The snow has fallen on the camp gate one after another, and the red flag is frozen in the wind and cannot turn over. (Cen Shen and Bai Xuege send Judge Wu back to the capital)

The wind is still and the falling flowers are deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. After the wine and singing, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. (Li Qingzhao·Good things come soon)

A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the lovely deep red loves the light red. (Du Fu: Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers)

The red gauze sheds three feet of tears, and the heart is intoxicated when the double knots are untied. My soul is filled with dreams of clouds and water, and I still can't sleep even after I wake up. (Feng Yansi·Ying Tianchang)

In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly over the grass in the West Garden. Feeling this hurts my heart, I sit and worry about my beauty getting old. (Li Bai·Changganxing)

Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches will appear in spring. (Wang Wei·Acacia)

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