About the Author
Hu Xiuying, pen name Wulan, March, retired leisure person. Love poetry and want to be with poetry.
Five rules 24th Hanashin (Shinko)
plum blossom
Yun Shen Fang letter to, skinny bone dot rouge.
Qiongrui is a cold tree, and the fragrance is wrapped around the frozen branches.
Luo snorkeled into a dream, and Yuling evolved into poetry.
Since the ancient plum is still the same, when people are fooled.
camellia
Pink-faced biluo clothes, ling cold things are rare.
The southerners are more snubbed, and the northerners are more sympathetic.
Only wait for Fang Qiong to show, not for the rich to move.
There is no fragrance and full of fragrance, and the air rhymes through the heart canal.
narcissus
Lonely and elegant, beautiful and self-pitying.
Shadow the moon, blow incense and smoke.
When the realm of color is imminent, there is no scruple to look at emptiness.
The dream in the Seven Treasure Pond is all in the water and clouds.
Daphnetin
Dongjun has not yet come, but he has shaken off the old Plum.
Green calyx Penglai cut, green placket aster cut.
The moon dew is hanging, and the clouds are lying on the clouds.
The dream fell to know where it was, and suddenly entered the Yantai.
orchid
The green color is long and long, and the jade is hidden.
Yaotai Qingbi Shadow, Guangdian scattered incense.
Sewing with the people of the people, chanting into chu ke martyrdom.
Where the spirit goes, insist on Xiao Xiang.
Alum
The tall trees are colorful and dyed with Beezen.
The flowers are as thick as snow, and the leaves are as green as clouds.
Ask Yaotaike, why Qi Strange Neighbor.
Incense smoke is warm in the moon, and people are drunk for a few dusks.
Spring
From the sigh of the plum, do not wait for the apricot peach to urge.
Twist the golden wisps and knead them into a verdant drapery.
The wind is released one by one, and the rain and warmth are competing to return.
For the early arrival of the primrose, I gladly preached.
cherry
The flowers are delicate and feminine, and the leaves are still small.
Ruilu sinks golden vines, and pearls are embellished with jade lotus.
Chewing incense poems is just right, and the taste rhymes.
Full of exquisite eyes, the Burrow leads to a clear drink.
Hope spring
It should be a guanghan guest, and grace na enters the world.
Silver and white are superior to snow, and purple powder is full of clouds.
Shadow drop Yaochi cold, fragrant Langyuan Kaoru.
Nicknamed flying crane feathers, spinning ice wheels.
cauliflower
Spring thick yin ridge show, into the eyes of cauliflower yellow.
Pink and greasy butterflies drunk, smoke four wild incense.
Long Creek Todaiwa, old willow lining white walls.
The wind moves new light and shadow, sifted into a few lines of rhyme.
Apricot
Light powder wants to stick to the placket, spring clouds and apricot rain new.
A river rings a dream, and Nine Waters surrounds the smoke village.
The incense blows into snow, and the meaning is shattered into dust.
The high wind is salty and the way is good, and it is not felt when it is groaned.
Plum flower
This product is luxuriant, and the gorgeous face does not boast.
The first buddy fights for spring, and then blooms frost.
Warblers shine with thousands of piles of snow, and butterflies swim in thousands of flowers.
Junqian who understands the taste, dares to talk to Jing Fanghua.
peach blossom
Interpreting the Dongjun language, Xiao Tao Hui has thoughts.
The branches hide jade dew, and the blossoms show the agar.
Stir up fragrant dreams, pluck the prodigal idiot.
For whom to chant love and hate, Cui Hu early inscription poems.
Tang Di
Mi Wang Ye Qianqian, Tiao Ke Rui made a group.
Depicting the golden jade shadow thin, dyed green shade wide.
Mu Yu is enchanting and funny, and the wind is feminine and cheerful.
Butterfly infatuation is still understandable, what is the reason for people to be drunk.
rosebush
Who will be the new brocade, hanging to the longest branch.
The piles of qi are burning, and the posture is swirling.
The incense breeze blows the old rhymes, and the green rain gargles new words.
Full of exquisite meaning, a beautiful thought.
Begonia
The green onions are new through the rain, and the air rhymes through the thousands of forests.
Jiu Mo shook the green willow and lit his lips overnight.
He Zeng was so late that he drank green wine and even stained himself with red clouds.
The fairy wind blows from langyuan, blowing drunk old poetry souls.
Pear
When it blows snow, it is full of butterflies.
The rain fell on each other, and the wind came lonely and noisy.
Dancing in the middle of the word, the inner ring of the rhyme.
Under the spring moon, dump the small eyebrow bend.
magnolia
Graceful crane feathers, fluttering wings to lead the wind long.
Light purple butterfly clothes, silver white jade snow fragrance.
Aya Shimo, Tsuki Nakayoshi.
Who runs the raw flower pen, translates into a splendid chapter.
Paulownia
The nature is tolerant of poverty, and the incense captures the nine souls.
No chance of green water, shame than apricot peach cloud.
I would like to cut my bones and cut them into a taikolin.
Lingling landscape and water, come and sub-period yin.
Wheat flowers
Fine flowers bloom lightly, stacked honey sinks.
The wind is green, and the pregnant child becomes gold.
Mill through a thousand flavors, sift out ten thousand chants.
Floating to be full of warmth, who is afraid of the farmers.
Willow flowers
Every year of madness, by him short and long.
Single-mindedly chasing the ferryman, almost wanting to Xiao Xiang.
There are dreams to explore, ruthless and indistinguishable.
If you have high ambitions, do not love green screens.
peony
Qiong buds hang jade dew, dying the guitang wind.
Cui Yu Tuo dark pink, incense drapery with light red.
Abundance is elegant, rich and graceful.
The reputation of the united states is the true national color, and the high-quality product is self-contained.
Tsubasa
Only when the spring was over, suddenly it was open again.
Light green stacked deep green, yan red versus pink white.
You should know about the flowers, why ruixiang came.
To take a branch, make up a jasper noodle.
bead tree
The incense is fine and the lilac is thin.
But he has seen the ambiguity, and he has pity on this.
A tree is fearful, and a hundred insects cannot be relied upon.
Jundang is such a tree, seducing himself as an enemy.
A thousand poems
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