The poems and songs about the word Ying can be written by yourself and excerpted from celebrities,

Jiang Chengzi Xizi said goodbye to the Han Palace, tears were in his eyes, and he hated Qingping. Helplessly before the flower, the lonely shadow is faintly fragrant. Acacia was speechless and sent it for nine days, asking Heng'e, between lovers?

Drunken Huayin Li Qingzhao.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast.

The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Juvenile tour Ouyang Xiu.

Jade pot ice beast furnace ash. People raise the embroidery curtain and open.

Spring starts from one night, and the six flowers bloom to the end, not waiting for the scissors to urge.

Luoyang City rises from the sky, and the towers are all over the floor.

The wind is light, the saddle is soaked, and the return road is like a street.

Poppy Beauty When the swallows come, the spring is still good, and the small building is around.

Alone in the sky, the time is all in a bottle of incense.

The willows before and after the flowers are still the same, and Zhu Yan is gradually thinning.

The scenery walks gently, accompanied by butterflies and bees drunk in the flowers.

The remnants of the rain on the small heavy mountain stopped, and the red dust hated alone, far from being clear. A pot of turbid wine drunk Nanting, the wind is beautiful, and the hair is lighter.

Ten years of emptiness has been zero, and the wine is gradually dawning. Mo Dao's time was also ruthless, leaving a few wisps and flying to the Nine Heavens.

It was a crystal star, guarding its soul in the vast night sky.

Under the Great Wall, I live by the Yangtze River, a starlight, a flower shadow, reflecting each other.

In a season when everything is awakening, on a happy date, on a windy and moonlit evening, we come arm in hand to the beautiful and pleasant lake, and sit on a bench near the lake. His arm gently wrapped around my waist, I snuggled sweetly on his shoulder, I felt his breath, and he bathed in my affection. Looking at the lake, it is as calm as a stretched silk; Looking up at the starry sky, the sky is full of stars.

There are two stars that are particularly eye-catching, winking at each other with mischievous eyes, so intimate, so close. I said, the one on the left is you. He smiled and asked, why?

I say, because he is in a vein. He said, "The one on the right is you, and you see that she is as gentle as a fairy." Yes!

A pair of moving stars, a couple with a sincere heart.

The stars shifted, the Great Wall remained on the Great Wall, and the Yangtze River flowed into the river. Every night, we share the beauty of the stars. The light on the left brightens my mood, and the light on the right caresses your thoughts.

You said that we are like those two stars, immortal!

Yong Bailian (Part 2)] Don Pirixiu.

Sniff deeply and look at the dark broken intestines, and have no intention of loving Hongfang from now on.

Fold only Qiong as a guest, and put the seed should be a jade pond.

To the sun, but suspicious of crispy dripping water, with the wind and snow fragrant.

How much does King Wu open under the stage, it is like Xi Shi wearing plain makeup.

There is Ying in the lotus, and it can also take the meaning of Ying.

Yingying was silent.

From the south mountain to the north through the watershed (Tang Li Shangyin).

The water is anxious and there is no land, and the mountains are deep and there are clouds. He looked at it with great eyes, and cut off his bowels.

Although Zheng Yi came, Yantai cried and didn't listen. The remaining intention is to carve the town of Nanxun.

Bong-bema-ba (Tang Du Fu).

Caption: Shi Fu except Jing Zhao Gong Cao, in Dongchuan.

The merit will eventually return to Ma Fubo, and the merit will not be restored to Han Xiao He. The flat boat mooring has a long sandy edge, and there are many floating clouds and water in the south.

The fishing rod alone will eventually go away, and it will be difficult to pass with the bird's wings. Zhijun did not love the color of the spring lake, and he was in the white jade of Liju.

The moon in the Xijiang River is just right for the spring breeze, and the lake shadow is also rippling. Although people are beautiful and beautiful, they are not virtuous.

Just like Liyue'er, she only knows the dizziness of the heart. It is better than the bright sun, and the eternal nine stars are in the sky.

Su Shi "Water Tune Song Head" When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the height is too cold to dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Raise a glass to the bright moon.

The shadow becomes a trio.

Under the moon, drink one of them alone, Li Bai.

Happiness is waking up in the morning and seeing.

(It's not easy to write prose, I hope it can help you.)

Yu Qiuyu,

Wang Dingjun Qian Zhongshu.

Shu Ting's "Real Water Without Fragrance" also includes "Qi Jun's Prose", "Selected Essays of the Times", and "Bi Shumin's Prose".