The spring breeze moved the heart of spring and looked at the mountains. There are many strange forests, and sunny birds spit out crisp sounds.

The green grass grows with warblers, and the red pepper with purple stems. Blow out of the suburbs and have fun with chunying.

At the beginning of the romantic month, there are flowers and trees in the new forest. Couples play spring moon, slowly dragging.

The enchanting face swings around, and the scenery is more charming. The warm wind enters the south, and the weaver girl is in love with spring.

In the early days of Cheongwadae, Luo Qi had a fresh breath. With the color of spring before the Song Dynasty, osmanthus wine was clear.

Rhododendrons and bamboos are singing, and plum blossoms fall all the way. Yan women swim in the spring moon and mop the grass.

Zhu Lvyuan, Danhua Luoxing. That can be embroidered in the boudoir, and Chun Qing is lonely.

The fresh clouds charm Zhu Jing, and the fragrant wind scatters the forest flowers. Beautiful women step on the spring garden, and embroidery flies with flowers.

Luo Shang wears tea, and Hosta has a bright moon. You can swim in the spring dew, and you can find a concentric lang.

Flowers in spring forest are more charming, and birds in spring are more sad. The spring breeze is full of love and fascinates me.

Xinyan is playing the first tune, and cuckoo is singing in the morning. Thrushcross forgot to watch his mouth and wandered around Chun Qing.

Plum blossoms are gone, and willow flowers are scattered with the wind. Sigh, I am Chunnian, and no one wants to call me.

In the past, geese gathered in Zhu Zhu, but now they are still in their nests. Dare to resign for a long time, is to make every spring grandson.

The flowers in the garden are yellow and the water in the pond is green in spring. When the wine is first full, adjust the general tone.

Have a graceful demeanour yang sleeve dance, a song is light. According to the burning blue light, the spring breeze was born.

Anna dances and sings new songs. Cui Yi Favalo, I first met you.

The bright moon shines in Guilin, and the first flowers are brilliant. Who can knit in the machine alone without missing each other?

Rough and competitive, no longer worry about yourself. The spring breeze shook Lin Rong, and I was often worried that China would fall.

Think of spring flowers and autumn moon, and smile like a flower. I am eager to admire every farmer, but I feel sorry for my mistakes.

Self-love will break up, sigh all day long, miss all day long. My heart is like that flourishing bark tree in spring, getting more and more bitter.

Twenty summer songs

Gaotang is not a wall, but it attracts all winds. Hit the business, move Nong with a smile.

Repeatedly, I failed to give up my account. Don't wait for my plastic surgery.

There is no joy in early spring, but more sadness in autumn and winter. After playing in the hot summer months, I still feel that the two have a harmonious relationship.

Don't fall in love in spring, but love lasts longer in summer. Whose is Luo Zhang? When do you have a pillow for two?

Fold the fan on the bed and think about the wind in the distance. Lightly sleeved with Chinese makeup, I climbed onto the platform gracefully.

Han Tao has already eaten, and Lang gave him a acacia fan. I feel the same way. I'll meet you in the blue room.

Silkworm rearing is over, and thinking about women is still bitter. Take care of your clothes in summer and give them to pedestrians.

Deng Chao balcony, in Xi Sulanchi. Pick hibiscus under the moon and get lotus seeds every night.

It's quiet in summer and dusk in Xia Yun. Hand in hand under the dense leaves, floating melons sink into the Zhu Li.

The midsummer moon was steaming and the lake roared. Hibiscus began to produce leaves, but the flowers were not lotus flowers.

Seeing Dai Qingfan, Sanchun has returned. The magpie changed its original tune, and cicadas sang in the forest.

Spring peaches are red at the beginning, but they are afraid of blushing. Zhu Xia's flowers have fallen. Who will look for them again?

In the past, the spring breeze did not rise, but now it is still in summer. Not me. I stayed too long.

The green lotus is covered with water, and the hibiscus is red and fresh. Lang sees me, and I want to conceive lotus.

Four Zhou Furong pools, Zhu Tang without walls. Precious jade bed, gentle Ren Shihuai.

Hehe, the sun is full moon, no fan, no fan. My gentle and graceful Yao Tainv, smelting game cool hall.

Mulberry leaves in spring and silkworms in summer. Tie the machine day and night, and it has already become a horse.

Knowing that I have endured three summers, I am very independent today. The incense towel brushed the jade mat and went upstairs to sleep.

Light is not heavy color, and the wind is not cold. When did the dog days pass? Xu Nong's powder makeup.

Summer is not a holiday, and all worries are lingering. Rowing in Furong Lake, thinking about lotus seeds.

Eighteen Poems by Qiu Ge

When the wind is clear and cool, the moon is high and the clouds are light. Beauty cares about cold clothes, but hard work on the anvil.

Clear dew condenses like jade, and it is distributed in the cool breeze at night. Lovers don't lie down, they swim in the bright moon.

Hongyan flies south and Ru Yan flies north. If you want to recruit people, you will return to the autumn wind.

Open the window, put out the candle and untie Luo Shang in the autumn moonlight. Laughing in the curtain makes Chunlan fragrant.

I remember the beginning of Sanyang, and it's dusk in September. Chasing Tai Shile, I don't feel during the New Year.

It's early autumn dusk, and the bright moon shines in autumn. Playing games hand in hand, the court contains flattery.

It's cool in autumn, and it's Gao Yueming. Lan Fang is fighting for makeup, and the account is waiting for double feelings.

In autumn, open the window to sleep, and the light shines on the oblique moon. There is nothing to say in the middle of the night, and Sapporo smiles.

Golden fan festival, high curative value condenses into frost. Climbing the wild goose will make you feel sad.

The vegetation is not glorious, it is autumn frost. Speaking of Taishi today, it is the ninth spring day.

I haven't missed you since I left. Always afraid of autumn leaves, no lotus leaves.

Excavated as a Kyushu pool, full of big houses. Plant hibiscus everywhere and get lotus seeds tactfully.

In August and September of the first cold, I wrapped myself in silk. There is no warm clothes yet, so what does Lang ask Nong Di to do?

Love two geese in autumn and two geese in spring. Blue eagle catches pheasant. Who should watch it?

Look up at the tung tree, the tung flower is very poor. May there be no frost and snow in the sky, and Woods will solve the Millennium.

The Millennium is born in the morning and evening, and the autumn wind is sad for a long night. I remember Xu Lang's cold clothes and the essence of the pound by the moon.

Autumn night outside the window, Luo Zhang fragrance. Looking up at the bright moon, sending love thousands of miles.

Don't be at the beginning of Sanyang, hope to return to autumn dusk. Evil sees the east running water, regardless of the west all the year round.

Seventeen winter songs

The deep ice is three feet thick, and the snow is thousands of miles. My heart is like pine and cypress. How do you feel?

No one did it, I looked for it in the cold and cheerless. If you don't believe in farming, look at the snowy road.

The cold bird leans against the tall tree, and the dead tree sounds like hate. Overjoyed, that's a good face.

It's freezing in the middle of the night, and you don't have to complain about singing. Leaning against the ice in the dark, it's already too cold to shine.

Walking in the wilderness, feeling sorry for others. Sing Tai Shi Le, sell grass and peanuts.

In the past, the grass was green in spring, but now there is snow everywhere. Who knows that acacia is old and mysterious.

Leng Yun and freezing days, snow and glacier waves. Even the mountains are connected with jade rocks, and the court is repaired to shake Qiong Ke.

The charcoal stove is very cold at night and it is heavy to sit on the mattress. Lang is on the couch in China, singing string songs and holding blue candles.

It's cold at dusk, and the wind dances and snows. The hot summer is because people are pregnant and sleep deeply.

All the leaves in the forest fall in winter, and return to obsidian every spring. Kuihuo was born at the bottom of the valley, but his heart did not shine.

The north wind is drizzling, and the green pool is lotus. May the first snow fall together.

Frost white vegetation, cold wind day and night. When I feel it, I sigh with joy. Frost is invisible.

Where the knot is concentric, under the cypress tree in Xiling. Wandering without walls, killing me with severe frost.

Snow stops in the mountains and Danhua shines in the forest. Why silk and bamboo, mountains and rivers have a clear sound.

Without hard work, there is no strong reason. Want to know how cold it is thousands of miles away, look at well water and ice.

If you want to go to Jin Lan, see Berlin. It doesn't fall to the ground after frost, and it's the same when it's cold.

Seeing the dog days, cicadas sang again. When I feel it, I sigh with joy and my hair is white.