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Poems about Xia Lan
1. Lan poem: an ancient poem, Hua Yan's Lan.

The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.

The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.

Gao's On Painting

The painting is scattered, and the Banqiao painting is blue.

Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind.

Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.

Ren Huang painted orchids (three poems)

No room is fragrant and the walls are empty.

One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.

I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad.

The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.

Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant.

You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.

Bright "Writing Shi Lan School"

An empty stone, some grass.

Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.

Li Lanhua's Album (Three Songs)

Blurred Xiao Ai exposed the cold, and the heroes of the ages dried up in tears.

Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.

Chu Qingfeng flooded the pen, and the guest was lingering for twenty years.

Self-pity does not sing green songs, and thousands of flowers in Chiba are for the world to see.

Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples.

When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid of losing its fragrance in the mountains.

Wang Lan

Orchids grow in valleys and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.

* * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.

Empty valley silent album

Bluegrass is like a hermit's heart, arrogant and self-destructive.

Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.

Li Yi's Ink and Wash Whelan

Shallow summer and late spring are flowers, and several stems are slanting.

Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.

Yougu Fangfei

Write wheatgrass so dripping wet, just missing potted plants and stone walls.

I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.

Jin Nong Hua LAN Hua

The rain is too deep, the pen and ink stone are cold, and the girl is blue and has no lang.

Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.

Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan"

Ice roots and green leaves are miscellaneous and barren, and pearl makeup is exposed in the morning.

Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.

The Orchid by Shen Tong was written by Mr. Yi Feng.

The king of orchid fragrance.

The fragrant wind fills the field, and the appearance is clear and clear.

Affectionate, independent and fragrant.

He sees Xiao and Ai on good terms.

Small exposure to AIDS, orchid suffered from severe frost.

As soon as the wind turns, the clothes are full.

Zheng Xie's Half-basin Lanruitu

The flowerpot is Shimada Hanzo, and the flowers are half full.

No venting, no fear of decay.

The name of the orchid.

Two pots of bluegrass, early one night.

Flowers bloom one after another, late spring and early summer.

2. Poem about Mei Zhu Lan's "Ju Mei"

the Chen Dynasty

Aika's thin shadow window screening, the infinite faint fragrance at night hangs over the house.

A gust of east wind wet the residual snow, forcing jiao tears to learn pear flowers.

Jiang Mei

the Chen Dynasty

At the end of the year, it's not too late for Jiang Mei.

At the bottom of the window, there are green branches.

God spread Shu Qi, and flowers are divided into four seasons.

Cold village learning Chinese characters is enough to make my poems flourish.

Chinese plum

Du Mu

Faint light shines on the stream, covering the Yaotai.

Compared with talking about snow, it's better to cheat the spring.

When I met a good guest, it looked like a frozen mashed potato.

If you are in Qin Lou, you can be regarded as a media in Nong Yu.

Plum blossom ode

Gao qi

Qiongzi is only planted in Yaotai, who planted it everywhere in Jiangnan.

In the snow-capped mountains, nobles lie down, and under the moonlight, beautiful women come in the forest.

Cold depends on the thin shadow rustling bamboo, and spring covers the residual fragrance and desert moss.

I haven't talked about it since I went to Helang. How many times will the east wind be sad and silent?

Lan Xiang Lampe, go find Light Light Jiang Chun.

Qiu Lai cymbidium is fragrant, and when spring comes, peaches and plums are drunk.

Sweeping the path, blue buds sprouted, adding a deep shadow to Tanshan.

Spring is as bright as yesterday, and bloom has sprouted.

Singing bamboo with my brother Hua Zangyuan in Junting.

Wang Anshi

A glimpse of four summer sleeping mats, how long will it last?

People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old.

Will be with wormwood and dew, and will eventually be with pine and cypress cream.

I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.

Huanghemen Road Shi Yu Zhu Yong

Zhang Jiuling

Clear the purple court to prevent branch dew.

Xuan Yue doesn't change color, and the sound is cool.

Those who have high ambitions value each other, and the world knows it with humility.

Phoenix is delicious. It comes and goes.

Zhu Qiu

Chao Bu Zhi

Autumn wind is so annoying, bamboo is a cold thing.

Exquisite is cold, not cold.

Turn to the next page, I don't feel thin.

Isn't there a side of Chen Gen that is silent?

When thunder comes in, see if it shoots out.

Autumn night

Bai Juyi

Hedgehog chrysanthemums are sparse and tung falls, and the shade is thin and self-drying.

A curtain is lonely and poor, cool and cold, and autumn is bleak.

Time is running out, and the color is not as good as yesterday.

Lai's wife is ill in the moonlight, so she doesn't pound cold clothes medicine.

Hangju

Gaozhu

The silence across the Huanghua Old Stream is not diminished by the wind and rain.

I have never been able to teach autumn grass worship, so that I can enjoy incense all night.

chrysanthemum

Yuan Zhen

In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

In summer, swallows will whisper, and the green locust garden will not be overcast.

A pair of swallows, when did you fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.

Swallows don't come and flowers fall, and storms come from dusk.

Peach blossoms are blooming, leaves are green, and swallows can't help flying.

Eat grass and swallow pity, and drink alone the fisherman who has dropped out of school.

Bass and water shield are in full bloom, while Hongyan and Lu Hua are in Song Yu's sorrow.

Goose never answers me? Rivers and lakes are flooded by rain.

In the dark, wild geese are flying and looking north. Who said there were hundreds of birds? This bird knows yin and yang.

I sent a message to ask Sanan, only to see geese flying every year.

People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.

3. Poems and ancient poems about Xia Yu rose in Wei Dynasty, and Xia Yu was everywhere.

The valley is full of vegetation, and the valley is full of valleys. If the stems are wide, bubbles will also flood.

There is no source of peace when you come to the north to inject Jingwei. Yunling is in the dark, waiting and watching.

The ship is empty and the storm is raging. Zhang, an old friend of Suiyang, said that when there were few tourists traveling on Liangshang, it was still like home.

The city has experienced war, and the characters hate survival. Mulberry is green in summer rain and yellow in autumn wind.

If you have a book that has nowhere to send, give it to the other person. Walking along the Yangtze River in the evening, watching Sha Wei and Liu Yuxi in Nantang, it is rainy in Huaihai in summer, and it will clear up at dawn.

The depression is long and lonely. Modesty has been noisy for a long time, but it will be clear when it is opened.

Visit Guangling County and leave Linjiang City in the evening. The suburbs are green and sunny, and the sand in the river is bright.

Return to sail and die. Go and listen. The country is extremely borderless and the heart is hanging.

Wandering in Beijing, longing for the distance. Two birds are flying on the mountain at dusk.

After the summer rain, Qinghe's topic is that if the monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are like new, the dust will be washed away after the first rain. The breeze suddenly blew the lotus leaf, and mercury spilled from the sapphire plate.

Where can Xue get rich? Wind and thunder are on credit. There is a rush to remove the sound everywhere, and the residual potential leans towards the building.

Red leaves are covered with trees, and flowers fall with dust. Xiaoxiang infinite thinking, glanced at Jane.

King Yu Xia drives a car not only to fight drought and relieve summer heat, but also to save people. The world is steaming wet, and the garden is like spring.

Wash the wind and clear the pillow, and lose dust at night. Looking forward to a good year, Fu Tian smiled at people.

In summer, Ji Pei, a shop assistant, took a short rest in the forest and summer rain in front of Beige, and took a summer vacation in Jiao Ran, which gave birth to a cool breeze for me. One room is hot in midsummer and the mountains are clear.

Forget the wild water, it matches Xu. Xiao San is a Cao Li, and he will be as quiet as a bell.

Summer rain has covered the sky with rain and turned a blind eye to one side. At that time, it was cold and poisonous, and it was cold everywhere.

Although the voice written is violent, it will grow. At first glance, it is red, urgent and slightly white.

Prayer is particularly rare, and it is very worthwhile after ten days. Listen to the loud sound of bamboo trees and immediately see the rising pond.

All sounds are silent, and all peaks are hidden. When the cave valley came down, sweat poured into Xiaoxiang.

Happy summer rain, clouds in the suburbs, the sound of thousands of miles of rain. Wash away all the red flowers and freshen the air.

The noise floats in the Chu temple, and the little three exposes Jingtai. If you want to own this car, you will be thirsty.

The land tour in the heavy rain is very prosperous this year. If there is a prayer, God will answer it. Although it will rain from time to time, I will look forward to it. Thousands of miles away, transplanting rice in April.

It rained for three days in summer, and I was so sad that I wanted to forget it. Storing water is like blocking a river, breaking water is like opening a gate. There are several frogs and ducks in chaos, except geese and ducks swimming.

Fish is caught on the edge of the house, and seagulls can eat it outdoors. Flying fireflies are the proudest. They open and close at night.

The rustling sound is like a boat in a clip. Give and be patient, sitting on the sofa full of books.

That's enough for Ralph. When I met Zhang, the breeze was blowing.

Summer rain, land travel, breeze by the lake, and torrential rain to the end of the day. Mosquitoes and flies suddenly stop listening, and pine and bamboo live.

Strange sounds gather in the empty court, refreshing people and giving birth to fine ge. Although Su Qiu is still far away, she loves to talk and is thirsty.

Summer rain and land travel can't even pass the heat, and there is a northeast wind underground; The rugged clouds dominate the world and the rivers and lakes are empty. Dust and sand wash the grass and wake up, and the ditch is clear.

It is even more annoying to create spectacular scenery and cross the sea to the rainbow. From the beginning of summer rain, the topic of Zhai Qiang, Lu You, Huahua and Hualian are shining, so you can take a light bath.

Swallows are not all feet on the ground, but magpies like eaves. The windows of the chess house disappeared forever, and the courtyard was sunny.

Suddenly stunned for five days, Qu Ping was hung up by the entangled pipe. Yu Xia lamented that Lu You's snail circled the threshold, and the yellow mud wall was a tortoise omen.

It's raining hard. I want to go upstairs. I lay down and listened to the ducks flapping. The rice slave didn't come back. As soon as he sat down, he knew that Bomi had nothing to eat.

Who is to blame for cutting corners in shame? Wealth crisis is terrible, there is no first policy in the world. Although there is something in your chest, a paragraph can last forever.

In the dog days of summer and rain, the number of seats is embarrassing. The clouds suddenly went west, and trees grew in the courtyard.

In a short time, thousands of silver bamboos appeared spectacularly. The weather is always old, and a smile will always break the sun.

Dragon, don't be afraid of trouble, but I also tend to do something. The change of bamboo planting is not completely clear.

The summer rain in Kaiyuan Temple, Longcheng, Luben, is like late autumn, and the crow returns to the door to hide the monk. Before the clouds are deep, see the beauty of a thousand rocks, and the water starts at the beginning of the stream.

The bell calls dreams back to the sky to look down, and people pass books to the ups and downs. I don't envy Ban Chao for sealing Liehou.

Summer rain comes up from the east wind blowing rain stream, and clouds come out from the north mountain to meet. It rained for three days in Yanzhou, and it rained day after day.

The bottom of the seedling has always been dry, and the white water is endless. Dolphins' shoulders are covered with beans and witches, and their keel is hung on the wall.

This year, the harvest of silkworm and wheat was several times that of now, and the cocoon was as big as a jar of wheat. The west is in the eye, so it is said that it is there, and it is singing in the hometown.

In the summer rain, the land trip suddenly smelled the smell of raindrops, and oil clouds filled the suburbs. At the beginning of the trip, ants, monarchs and ministers were fighting for their nests.

New rice is moved everywhere in the building, and every family makes up for it. Laughing at this Weng Meiwei sleeping, filial piety must be ridiculed first.

The lower leaves are full of hope and the drought is high. There are fierce ghosts floating in your house, and ghosts are extremely popular.

The moss on the stage is wet and the flowers in the garden are damaged. When you are idle and think about helping, you mourn your intestines.

4. What poems describing Hao Yueshan in Zhongyue were given to Li Chuzhou?

Tang Bai Juyi

You pay close attention to the road. I have made great achievements in Zen.

When you don't realize your illness, you must go to the doctor. When you know it, you can't rely on it.

White clothes lie under Songshan Mountain, while soap covers Spring, Chu and Shuidong.

Who said goodbye for three years, two hearts in the Dojo.

Send Hebei to travel from Luo Zhong to the east.

Dondum

Three fights of wine, yellow leaves in the eastern suburbs are thick.

I feel tears, you sing.

Songshan Mountain is 10,000 feet high and flowing water lasts forever.

Don't ask the past, the sky is empty.

Xiashange

Tangsong wenzhi

I think too much about going to Songshan Mountain, but I don't bring beautiful women.

When will I swim again?

5. Poems of Xiaomei Pine Forest in Xiangxuelan Mountain Garden

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Plum blossom Wang Anshi

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. -The article "Bodhisattva Man, the hills overlap and glittering"

Tao Yuanming's You Lan

Orchids are born in the vestibule, which contains the fragrance of cool breeze.

The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant.

Wang Chunshi

Leaves are thick and dense, and flowers are thin and thin.

Lan Sheng can't catch it, and Pu Xiao can't write it.