Are there any poems describing Xueyu? Thank you!

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Janice

Works: Dimfragrance

Content:

Snow compares color. Smile at Lian Ran and stop playing the flute. Don't blame Guangping for his hard heart. On the other hand, it is three flowers and two cores, which will last forever and let talented people write. I still remember I was drunk in the East Garden, and I sat in the sky. Looking back, silently. The rain is dark and foggy, and there are thousands of worries. Jinjiang road is very quiet, and the media hired a voice recorder. Finally, it's hard to count on bamboo households. Gaunt, Qiang tube, blame who started.

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Year: Yuan

Author: Yuan Anonymous

Works: Klang Ganzhou

Content:

A mass of Chun Xue was blown up in the jade furnace. Don't add fuel to the fire. You know, red smoke without flames. No loss, but the weight is still the same. So, three thousand. Only by exercising can you become Zen. The whole truth supports life, just between you and me. Home has its own nectar spring. Water the yellow buds and grow lotus flowers.

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Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Zhu Wan

Works: Xue Changan

Content:

Thousands of households have snowflakes floating, and a little silence falls into the tile ditch. It's all jade dust,

The semi-finished borneol is still flowing. The light contains the clear sky garden, and the light surrounds the royal building.

The flat land has been moistened by more than enough feet, and it is in its prime.

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Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Lu Lun

Works: Going out to meet Geng.

Content:

Yunxue is far away from Wan Li, the highest mountain where he once lived.

I can't go back to earth for the time being, so I'll meet you again in Chang 'an.

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Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Jiao Yu

Works: Chun Xue

Content:

Wandering around the world, looking at Chunping. Regardless of the afterglow, there is no sound.

The wind fills the air first, and it is near the city. Because the wind is low and does not gather, it is lighter to bring rain.

Ganlu knows when it's time to wait. Small Confucianism is the same thing, there is no answer to Huang Ming.

Chun Xue's empty curtain leans out and walks into the wild house half-baked.

The sky is far away and the mountains are very white, so I can't tell plum blossoms from willow flowers.

About jadeite:

March 3rd Bai Juyi

On the third day of March in the painting hall, the screen window swallows the eaves, the lotus seeds taste several cups of cold wine, and the philosopher tries the spring shirt. The front of the pond is better than the scenery, and every household reflects flowers. Pointing to Lounan to play with the new moon, Jade Hook has two slender hands.

Xiaogang, Yuefu Golden Melody

Huaixiang wants to build a well, the crow hides in Liu Xia, the mountain stove is very good, and it is on credit with the bonfire window. The head of the bed is knotted, and the scarf on the mirror is tilted. Iron bells sparkle, and copper hinges bear jujube flowers. Open the door and throw a water column, and the city will be empty.

Xiao Yan's Yuefu Yunqu Jade Turtle Song

Jade turtle mountain is really a fairy. Nine lights, five clouds. Cross-band should be divided into shadows, and the big corolla is in the morning. It is too clear for a mysterious person like Luo to travel around.

Wang Wei in early spring

Purple early plums have just blossomed everywhere, and Yinger's singing is not so smooth. Who is Yang Liuzhi's daughter? Enjoy the spring, lest it rush by. Love the clear waves, look at the water surface for the water, and see the shy but balanced flowers of human faces. Fans are afraid of the wind blowing away, and embroidered clothes are also afraid of wet dew. The farmer lives in Qingmen, Chang 'an, and the carriage drives slowly at dusk. The man wandering outside, even more lovesick, went to see the stunning curtains with sad tears. Miss you, you always enter the dream, and the delay makes me doubt. Not as good as the swallow with red eaves, when you are happy with the green grass.

Give Fu a poem, Cheng Xiao.

Alone, in a quiet place. There is not enough wine and food. Juewei Yike River, Xu You Chao Fu, Juewei Yihe, xuan wine and Changzi. Three lights fly unexpectedly, and Yuheng goes first. Longji Jiazi is old at the age of four. The power of Yu is given to the generation, and it is allowed to take advantage of the virtual pollution. Yuan served Chu Jia and Xian Hui. Hehe, open the door, Yan Yan Suzaku. After the crowd, there was a good cheer in the venue.

Wu Jun, a poem by Dabushan, a pharmacist.

I'm from Shanbei, picking hemp by the stream. Nine stems reflect sunlight, and three leaves grow into flowers. You can worry about getting sick or you can talk about staying in the scenery. The scenery is too oblique to stay, and it has been open for several years. Andrew Kunlun is here, with three trees in Yanzhai. Three beads began to knot, red leaves Zhu Ling platform. Jade pot and white phoenix lung, Jinding Qinglong fetus. Prince Han Zhongji has no talent in the world. I am eager to see you in Penglai.

The first spring outing in the western suburbs of Wei is the main work in Lantian.

Back to Weicheng west wind and rain, fine grass and new flowers step on the mud. The snow is not over at the head of Qin Nvfeng, and the horse of Hu Gong is getting low at the beginning of the day. I'm sorry to see my white hair and shame, but I'm sorry to say goodbye to the green hills and think of the old stream. It is said that Wangchuan wins many things, and the jade pot spring wine is worth carrying.

Twenty-four Poems [Elegant Style] Sikongtu

Jade pot buys spring, enjoys the rain, sits in Zhong Shi, and plants bamboo around. White clouds are green, accompanied by birds sleeping in the shade of the piano, and there is a waterfall on the top. The flowers are silent. People look like chrysanthemums, and books are readable.

Untitled leader Li Shangyin

Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder on the other side of Furong Pool. The golden toad bit the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger appealed to fetch water in the rope. Jia peeped at the curtain of Han Zhushao, the queen of immortals took a seat, and once went away for your escape, and the longing for love was not * * * flowers vying for hair. This situation is bright, and there is no ashes. .

Yuban resented Li Bai.

Her jade-white stairs are cold with dew, and her silk soles are wet. She lingers behind the closed window for so long. Why is she still waiting and looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? .

Wang Shu, chanting jade step poems

The jade steps are magnificent and the crape myrtle is restored. The north gate is connected with Cuige, and the south road is connected with Jin Fei. Shadows overlap, and Yue Hui hides in jagged places, wearing moss beads on his shoes and brushing his clothes on the micro lake. Laughing at Kunshan music alone, I can see green dancing in the air.

Dumu Huaqing Palace

Leaves turn red, trees are frosted, and flowers bloom in Yu Lian, which warms the spring. Clouds can't go down to the cloud pavilion, and a song & gt tears counts as lines.