The moon is short of frost, and the stamens are dense and dry. Some of the flowers belong to the Yutang fairy. , May the public pick up the beautiful beasts and don't leave them alone beside the old stream.

Yesterday I took my children to visit Yunguan, walked around the rocks and took a second look at the flowers. The moss covered the ground with deep gold, and the water sank and steamed through the millet piles. I sent poems about the autumn scenery in the North Courtyard for dinner at my west window. , the small flowers must be folded when they emerge from the bushes, don’t teach them to break through the green tuanluan.

The moon is lacking, the frost is thick, and the stamens are dry. This flower does not belong to the Guitang fairy. On the eve of the peak of the eagle, the branches of the toad cave are empty to remember the past. , I wish you to pick up the beautiful beasts, but don't send them to the old stream.

A group of people traveled to Zhushan Mountain. The mountain was cold and the osmanthus flowers were white. The green catkins contained vegetable calyx. , I met you face to face.

Everyone in the world grows peaches and plums at Jinzhangmen, climbing up and down to compete for shortcuts. In the spring breeze, once the sky is frosty, the glory cannot last long. How can I know that the Nanshan osmanthus has green leaves and fragrant roots, and it can be clear in the shade. Trust, why not cherish the tree in Junyuan.

In the early morning, the curtains are curled up with clear frost, and I touch my hands to try on the plum blossom makeup. It is all due to my own regrets about separation. Therefore, in the painting, the distant mountains are long. Thinking about the past, cherishing the fragrance, it is easy to get hurt. When I imitate the song, I restrain my desire. A smile in response to a frown is the most heartbreaking.

Ni Zan's "Osmanthus" The osmanthus leaves the evening color, the shadows on the curtains are pale autumn light, the wind is still falling, the night is still young, the jade rope is low and the moon is missing, the golden duck stops burning incense, suddenly I think of my hometown, and return coldly Dreams last.

There are frost trees on the Tiantai Ridge, and there are clumps of ground in front of the Sima Hall. There is a kind of beauty that does not exist in the bright moon, but still teaches in the dust in the mountains.

The heavenly flowers bloomed twice, and at dusk the Buddhist monks wandered here. Instead of teaching the layman to lie down on the Zen couch, he called out the doctor from the west chamber to see.

Everything is going through prosperity and decline. Old friends come here and have hair on their temples. If I want to know where I am at the end of the year, I can only say that there are osmanthus branches in the mountains.

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet in the spring sky in the mountains, the moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring streams.

Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

The cold dew soaks the silver rabbit shadow, and the west wind blows off the sweet-scented osmanthus branches.

No need for light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

Drunk in the misty rain and sweet-scented osmanthus, dreaming of a river and lake dream

With a touch of carved railing, the fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus blooms.

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

The osmanthus moon falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrant clouds float outside.

Go to the east of Lingyang and walk among the fragrant osmanthus trees.