A continuation of the love poem with the word "micro-but-peaceful".

Micro: falling flowers are independent, and micro-swift flies (face)

The fire in the spring window is nine small fires, and nine small pieces of flying flowers are trivial. Song of Luoyang girl Wang Wei

Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. Walking down Zhongnanshan, I went to Hu Si's kind pillow and kind bowl, Li Bai.

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. Du Fu (Tang)

Although the petrel is slightly stinging, spring will come. Zhang Jiuling (Tang), back to Yan Shi.

He is far away from us, far away, 300 miles away, but the smell of orchids comes with the wind. "Playing the Moon from Beinanzhai, Remembering Cui Shaofu" Wang Changling

The Chu River is shrouded in thin rain, and the companion city rings in the dusk. Wei (Tang), "Send to the Yellow Rain"

Fragrant fragrance leaves misty rain, and the quiet earth is full of pigeons in spring. Dongjiaowei Wu Ying

The moon in the middle of the pine forest is shining like a husband. Chang Jian's retreat (Tang)

The water is sparkling under the setting sun, the curved island shore is endless, and the hillside is green as jade. Wen (Tang) wrote "Ji"

In the morning, I heard the wanderer singing a farewell song. Last night, you crossed the Yellow River. A Farewell to Wei Wan (Tang)

But I remember that purple is easy, and wine in the wind blocks the New Year. Wei Zhuang (Five Dynasties)

The other side of the Qinglou River gradually moved for a long time before Wei Yuncai put it away. Li Shangyin of Wei Xin's Seven Nights

I clearly saw Guan Sai in my dream, and I don't know where I went. Zhang (Tang), two poems of autumn boudoir thinking

At first glance, Jin Queqing, Yu Di far flowers. "Send a waiter to Huzhou" by Si Kongshu (Tang)

This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago. Pick mulberry seeds? Nalan Xingde (Qing)

Ning:

Love song (Tang Qiji)

While I was meditating and hiding my Zen, I was annoyed by the poet Zhu Qing.

Occasionally, by the window sash, from sunset, sleepless snow to disability.

Jiao Ran may not cling to the past, but Zhi Dun and Ning Fei are open-minded.

The preacher, the writer, who meets the essence, should also know that he is leisurely and comfortable.

Feng Qing returned to Wuxi (Wang Song Sui)

The source of floating clouds is ruthless, so do something.

After the solution, it was a mistake, but it was immortalized.

Ning Fei is willing to retreat, and Yuqiao is more glorious.

Travel to Hui Quan to cook ancient bamboo, spring breeze and mountains.

Two songs about Gusu's feelings? I (Wang Mingze)

One hundred and twenty mountains and rivers have been lost, and the lonely city is fighting alone.

It's not a dream to build a plantain deer in Ning, but it can't be done.

Not only did you compete with the heroes for the emperor's tripod, but you also surrendered to the court.

I have to go back to our pavilion early, so I should build a pavilion.

Huijinmen looks at the river and looks up at the small town drama (Shen)

Smoke waves ring purple shells, rustling green apples.

Ningbo Feihai Flower Market, the beauty is suspected to be Jiao Ren.

Spring mountain eyebrows are green, and autumn water faces are suspicious.

Han Yin binary stars cross, Shicheng two oars without Tianjin.