Verses about the word lei, which ancient poem has the word lei in it

The same generation is endowed with unopened begonias Yuan is easy to ask.

The new green between the branches is heavy, and the little buds hide a few reds.

Cherish your heart and don't vomit lightly, and teach the peach and plum to make a spring breeze.

Butterfly loves flowers Su Shi.

The rain is sparse and the fire is poured. Alley swing. I haven't cleared up. The apricots are broken. Pale red, faded white, carmine. Suffering is frustrated by affection. Sick and tired, like a year. Walking around the cloister and sitting alone. The moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock.

The Bodhisattva is barbaric, Shu Ying, Chalei, and the rest is shallow. The little magpie trembles. Agarwood incense. Curtain wave is not Xiang. Clear the sorrow and support the wine. Listen to the flute of Jiangcheng. Patience said that the Chinese New Year. Hanging for the twilight.

The flower branches are broken and the willows are green. The spring cold is light. One eyebrow crescent shadow three stars. Copper lotus candle embers zero. The low phoenix fan is beautiful. Shanshan whispered. Who knows Xu Feiqiong in the room. To Lang Xian Gu Qing.

Water Dragon Yin Shi Hao.

The buds in the snow are beautiful, and the beauties don't hate the lack of spring. Chemical news, just a few, yang and convenient. The apricots are numerous, and although the peony is expensive, dare to boast of it.

Look at the ice muscles and jade bones, the poet mandao, the silver toad, and the white horse. Upstairs, the horn screamed. It is the East Emperor, silk new grass.

The green flag is cang, and if you want to come to the east, send Yi to arrive first. Repel wind and frost, sweep away the fog, and teach the morning first. The calculation is high-profile, not as good as outside the bamboo, and a branch is oblique.

Fortune Operator Wang Yan 2

Scattered to ask Fangfei, the spring half flowers are still unfinished. The branches of the buds are timid and cold, just like a haggard person. People don't hate to spend late, and the sky is urging the cold to go. The rain is just the end of the day, and the jade is red like drunk.

Poppy Wang Yan 2

In the mirror, the double green sideburns are lost. Laziness is more of a flower letter. Xiaomei is half thankful for the rain and drooping. It is not allowed to break buds and peach branches. Guiyan wears a curtain in front of the company. It seems to say that people are haggard. Self-destined to grow old and be unhappy. It's not the cold spring and the east wind.

Full Court Fang Ge Lifang.

Blowing the fence wildly, cutting the water in the auspicious mist, clearly oppressing the cold plum. At the beginning of the ice power, the shadow of the light is on the pool platform. There should be some harmony, and on the south branch, I am afraid that there will be spring.

You must be diligent, call me a cane, and moss on my teeth. The spring breeze has not yet arrived, wandering the incense path, winding a thousand times. See Qiong Ying a little, a small piece of money.

Let's look at the pioneer Suyan, look at the convenience, and the buds are blooming. The incense floats, the faint scent poetry dream, and the poetry must be urged.

Qi Tianle Dong Sigao.

Yushan was once drunk with the dream of Liangzhou, and the picture is not present and ancient. Dew vines, wind branches and beetle leaves, who will collect the ink. Gifted at that time.

Remember to say goodbye to West Lake and leave Nanpu with a smile. Thousands of miles of ridicule, how do you know how to help the bitterness everywhere. The return is far away, the old search is still in sight, and the pavilion is deserted.

The blue buds are collecting ice, the sky is cloudy, and Hugh is talking about piling up horse milk. The ladder is still resistant. A piece of autumn smoke on the sleeve sweeps away the dust.

Meditate on the mountain window, half by the cold frame rain.

I also know that there is no other scenery master, and the buds and branches are like last year. ("The Inscription of Zhoupu Flowers", see "Southern New Book").

Categories: Culture Art.

Problem description: Which ancient poem is in it"Bud"Words?

It's better to have a shorter ancient poem.

Like a lyric or a quatrain or something.

Analysis: 1. Seven laws:

Chase and Bai Sheren Yongbai Peony Xu Kun.

The bud opened the sachet of vegetarian training, and Qiong Bao smoked out the white dragon incense.

Cut the Chu Nu Chaoyun piece, cut the moonlight of the night of Chang'e.

Snow sentences must be levy catkins, and pink cheeks should hate plum makeup.

A few smiles on the edge of the threshold, and the cold golden wind is waiting for frost.

For a few days, Xuanyan has a sense of spring, and there is no day to live without a game, Lu You Xiaochun flower buds Suo Chunrao, and there is already a wind into the sable.

The village road is rainy and sunny, and the grass and green pheasants in the shooting field are delicate.

The garden side is a guest flying Jinle, who upstairs gets a jade flute.

No wonder after the sunset returned to independence, Zaomei called me to the river bridge.

The second rhyme of spring Wang Anshi.

There is still a thin cold invasion in the world, and the heart of the lavender tree is the first to be harmonious.

Danbai is self-dividing and breaking buds, and the green and yellow want to intersect with each other.

The murmuring and tender aquatic valleys, the desert light smoke moves the distant forest.

was so sick that an official followed the Taishou, and Ban Chun was helpless and ashamed of Zhou Ren.

2. Seven uniques: Wang Anshi when he first arrived in Jinling.

When the rivers and lakes are too late to return to the flowers, the green jade branches are sparsely wrapped around the air.

The night is straight last year, and the day sleeps today.

The same generation is endowed with unopened begonias Yuan is easy to ask.

The new green between the branches is heavy, and the little buds hide a few reds.

Cherish your heart and don't vomit lightly, and teach the peach and plum to make a spring breeze.

3. Words: Butterfly loves flowers, Su Shi.

The rain is sparse and the fire is poured. Alley swing. I haven't cleared up.

The apricots are broken. Pale red, faded white, carmine.

Suffering is frustrated by affection. Sick and disgusted, like a young friend split.

Go around and take pictures of the closed corridor and sit alone. The moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock.

Fortune operator Lu Shengji.

When Mei Lei breaks the incense, the snow turns into a light night.

Where did the two jade moths fly, and the posture was both leisurely and elegant.

Looking at the Bicheng Building, persuade the wine to stay in the cloud pavilion.

Sing the ancient love of the immortal family and pay the bosom friend.

Bodhisattva Man, Penmei, Liu Minzhong.

The slender strips are gradually thinning. The solitary root is swirled with warm water.

But it has to be a spring. Who thinks the old clay pot.

Cold, sorrowful, lazy. Moved closer to the south window to warm.

But I am afraid of the blooming time. The soul of incense comes to ask for poetry.