1. A collection of ancient poems about orchids
1. The courtyard is full of fragrant grass, and the Chuwan is full of green sand. Yu Yan suddenly meets each other, what will happen to the New Year's banquet? ——Tang Yanqian's "Orchid"
2. The green water should only be filled with white apples, and the rouge should only be red lips. Since I painted Xianglan, I have no time to talk to ordinary people. ——"Ink Orchid" by Xu Wei of the Ming Dynasty
3. It is connected to the village bridge in the distance, when it rains in late spring. The people in Lanfang are not yet aware of the situation, but the colorful-haired butterflies are prophets. The grass seals the leisure path, and the forest is sparse and exposes short hedges. Don't come here to hoe and waste it for a long time. You will regret returning home late when you are old. ——Shi Wenzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Youlan"
4. The green clothes are planted next to the stone, and the solitary root does not bloom with the other flowers. The wine stall is spread out under the mountain window, and the fragrance comes from the paper. ——Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty, "Orchid"
5. Get rid of the solitary fragrance of hundreds of flowers, and the good fortune will be improved. There is nothing going on in the common hall, and a branch is emitting a fragrance to each other. ——Liu Zai of the Song Dynasty, one of three "Orchid Rhymes with Zhao Jixing" 2. Ancient poems about orchids
Wu Jiaji's "Quatrains on March 3" The rain on the bow of the boat last night was like silk, and it was fertile in my basin. The orchid branches and pistils are blooming in abundance. It is the harvest day when tourists arrive home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Paints Orchids" The brothel people went to the brothel and the pen bed was empty, and they said thank you to the Duke of Xizhou for the past. It still has the color of Qinhuai's fragrant grass, evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Shishen's "Miss Feng Paints Orchids" The beggar has the beauty described by the poet, and the jade pond is clear and the shadow is parallel to the beauty. Once the words are weak, the valley will be empty, and the leaves and suggestions will be pitiful.
Shi Tao's "Mo Lan" How can one write poems when the roots have left the dust? Give poems to the loneliness. When the great thousand incense passes by, who can enjoy the time when the ink is sprinkled on the pond?
"Molan" The bones are strong and the leaves are pure, smiling astonishingly in the wind. One's own pen and ink are written by one's own, that is, the predecessor is the successor.
"Molan" Put aside the Yao grass and point the spring stars, and listen to the dream of Huang Ting when we are tired. Half of the face is crossed by the clouds under the leaves. How can any sentence in the world be completely green?
I believe that he is drunk in the cold valley, and my clothes are boneless. Look at me, I can't be obsessed with flowers, even if I pour the dust on me, there will still be sweetness.
"Autumn Orchid" by Aixinjueluo. Yiyi is autumn blue, and the leaves are so green.
Those who love this king's fragrance, the flowers show the courtyard. The fragrance is scattered, and the shadows are still in the sparse lattice.
How can it be necessary to have more than nine 畹 and waste the Li Sao Sutra? "The mountains are full of lush bamboo trees and orchids" The mountain paths are gentle and gentle, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.
The bamboo is deep and overcast, and the sun shines brightly, and the wood is dry and cloudy. Leaning on the threshold to listen to the singing of birds, climbing the cliff to collect exotic fragrances.
The spring of Shaohua is half over, and all things are happy. "Ode to the Orchid" The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind can hardly hide the fragrance in the valley.
Don’t be admirable just because you are worthy of admiration, even if there is no one, you will still be beautiful. Cheng Fan's "Yong Huai" Orchid is the king's fragrance, fragrant in the breeze.
The beauty of the cave has never been more prosperous and beautiful. Cao Yin's "Winter Orchid" The winter grass is cold and green, and the orchids are also flowers.
As clear as a bigot, thin as a poet. Cong Xiu has several hairpins, which are divided into two buns.
The fragrance in the evening window makes me think, and the shadow of the wind is like a bonfire. Zhu Zaizhen's "Jianlan" Clusters of orchids grow in the valley, and berries are spread all over the forest.
It’s no harm if you don’t wear it, it’s better than being a door support. The chariot arrived at Yuoguan Mountain and Zipei Zhenji Pavilion was built.
Turn around and forget about the Minhai, and fall in love with Jingluo. Thinking lightly brings back fragrance in the daytime, and the clear spring is a good way to enjoy it in the evening.
The jade instrument plays again and again, and the sky is like a dream. Hua Yan's "Orchid" The clouds are solid and graceful, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.
The cool breeze stirs the night, and the beautiful lady begs for you. Gao Fenghan's "Inscribed on Zheng Banqiao's Painting of Orchids and Chen Gaifu's Painting of Pines" Gaifu's paintings of pine trees are scattered, while Banqiao's paintings of orchids are scattered and scattered.
The orchids are blooming, the orchids are fragrant, and the pine branches are brushed by the wind. Sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave is enjoying himself too much.
Huang Ren's "Inscription on Orchid" (three poems) Where is the fragrance in your room, and the four walls are empty valleys. A punch is ancient and charming, and the beauty is alone.
Yuanli thinks a lot, and my heart is full of pain after traveling far away. The paper window attracts the fragrant soul, but the appearance does not dare to admire it.
Magnetic buckets support beautiful stones, and those with clear origins are fragrant far away. You came from Wangchuan and got this powder copy.
Liang Liang's "Written on the Blue Stone" A piece of empty mountain rocks with several stems of valley grass. Write to those who are in the dust, don’t forget Lin Quan is good.
Li Fangying's "Orchid Album" (three poems) The confused Xiao Ailu is exposed to the wind and cold, and the heroes of the ages will never dry up in tears. Putting down the pen and talking about the past, Hengqin may not be able to tune Yilan.
The cool breeze of Chu Wan flows through the writing, and I have been a guest for twenty years. Self-pity does not sing the orchid song, thousands of leaves and flowers are for the world to see.
Asking the sky, don’t laugh at the total ignorance, but also regret that the orchids on the temples are growing thin. When the family is already worried and want to hoe, when they go into the mountains and fear that they will lose their beauty.
Wang Shishen's "Orchid" Orchids emerge from the deep valleys, and flowers bloom in autumn. In the secluded period with me, I want to return to the empty mountain.
"Album Page of the Silent Sound in the Empty Valley" The orchid grass is worthy of the heart of a hermit, its self-prosperity and self-withering are deep in the white clouds. The spring breeze fills the empty valley every year, leaving the fragrance flowing into the plain Qin.
Li Eel's "Ink Orchid" The flowers are light in summer and deep in spring, with several stamens on one stem scattered horizontally. Although it is not as good as Orchid, planting a hundred acres of it is still a luxury.
"Fangfei in the Valley" This is a vivid description of Fangfei, with only potted plants and stone walls missing.
I remember that the spring breeze dispersed in the deep valley, and the flowers were like grass while the woodcutter returned.
Jin Nong's "Painting Orchid" After the rain in the deep forest, the pen and inkstone are cold, but the female orchid is blooming but there is no man. The soft paper and parallel ears are as slender as those of Jinling Ma Siniang.
"Lu Lan" by Miao Gongen The ice roots and green leaves are mixed and barren, and the dawn dew is decorated with pearls. The smile is half-sucked and half-vomited, and the heart is bright and clear.
"Youlan is written by Mr. Yifeng" by Shen Tong. The orchid spreads across the empty valley and becomes the king's fragrance. The fragrant wind fills the fields, and the pure posture condenses the clear light.
Deeply affectionate and independent. How can Xiao and Ai become friends on the road?
Xiao Aizi is exposed, and the orchid is covered with frost. The light and wind turn around, and the clothes are collected and worn.
Zheng Xie's "Picture of Half a Pot of Orchids" The pot is half hidden and the flower is half contained. Don't seek to vent, don't be afraid of withering.
"Ti Lai Lan" Two pots of orchids, one for night and one for morning. Flowers come one after another, late spring and early summer.
"Tilan" The orchid grass has grown into a row, and the mountains have a lot of meaning. If you are loyal and still embrace yourself, there is no need to compete with others.
"Qiaobi Orchid" The cliff is a thousand feet high, and the orchids are blue in the sky. There is a woodcutter down there, but he can't break it with his hand.
"Orchid" If you keep the roots big, why complain about the short and sparse leaves. Spring thunder lurks at night, and its fragrance flies into the clouds.
"Lan" has many hidden intentions and refuses to reveal his love. After the Qingming Festival, the essence enters the Xia Qing Festival.
"Orchid" (five poems) Orchids are not flowers, they are people in my eyes. It is difficult to write this flower god with a Xiangguan pen.
Orchid fragrance is not the fragrance, it is the breath in my mouth. It is difficult to describe the taste of lips with a Xiangguan pen.
A seventy-three-year-old man has painted orchids for fifty years. No matter how windy or thundery it is, it will never wither.
There are wonderful gaps between one stroke and two strokes. Why can't you just wave your hand and ignore the traces of those who came before you?
There are roots that are not in the ground, but there are flowers that bloom all year round. It's strange that once you understand it, the secret will come to you.
"Conglan Thorns" The thorns comfort the roots, and the wind and dew smooth the spirits. The pure heart has no emotions or anger, and all the grass is stained with the remaining spring.
"A collection of poems inscribed on Mount Quweng, a small landscape painting of the Eight Great Mountains of Shitao and Shixi, and a volume of Baiding Molan ***" When the country was ruined and the family was dead, the temples were full of hair, and there was a bag of poems and paintings. Thousands of horizontal and vertical strokes were painted, but there were not many ink dots and many tears.
"Sending Orchids to Yuan Mei's Mansion in Jiaoshan" A hundred and eighty arrows of autumn orchids were sent to the stone house in Jiaoshan. Xiaoyue knocked on the door and passed the note. Yanfan came across the river last night.
"Picture of Orchid in a Pot and Leaning on a Lobster" The spring orchids are not yet finished and the summer orchids are blooming, and the painting clearly calls A-Dai. After reading all the prosperity and withering, it is like a pot full of flowers. It has been pulled out and planted several times.
"Picture of Orchid in a Broken Pot" The spring rain and spring breeze describe the beauty of the face, and the tranquility and charm fall into the world. Now, after all, I have no friends, so I break the black basin and enter the mountain.
"Picture of Orchids on Qiaobi" The orchids on the top of the mountain bloom early, and the little arrows on the mountainside are still pregnant. The painter intends to teach people to stop saving, so why should the east wind be a good matchmaker?
"A Picture of Zhi, Orchid, Thorns and Thorns Sent to Cai Taishi" The painting is full of Zhi orchids and thorns in spring, with a few random strokes of thorns and hazels added next to them. The world can accommodate both good and evil. I want to see warm and distant people.
"Orchid" (four poems) Qu Song's article is rich in grass and trees, and the orchid spectrum of the ages is overwhelming. How to be a cheap person and sell it to others? Talk about picking up on the streets.
This is a kind of quiet flower. I don’t want to hear it, just the haze. When picking firewood, you may be afraid of the trail, and even write about the high mountains being covered.
Orchid is originally a grass in the mountains, and this flower is also planted in the mountains. There are so many plants in the world, it is better to keep them with the mist.
The orchid grass in the mountains is as chaotic as a bush, and the leaves are warm and the flowers are full of fragrance. 3. A collection of beautiful poems describing orchids
1. "The Thirty-eight Ancient Styles: A Solitary Orchid Grows in a Quiet Garden" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and many grasses** * Wu is gone.
Although the sun shines brightly, the autumn moon is full of sadness.
The flying frost is pattering early, and the green color is afraid of resting.
If there is no breeze blowing, who will send out the fragrance?
Translation: A lonely orchid grows in a deep garden, and all kinds of weeds cover it up. Although the spring sunshine had taken care of it, the autumn moon soon rose into the sky, making it fall into sadness again. The autumn frost, rain and snow are hitting the green leaves and red flowers, and Lan's life is probably about to end! If there is no breeze blowing, for whom will the orchids smell fragrant?
2. "Growing Orchids" by Su Che of the Song Dynasty
The orchids grow in the deep valleys and no one knows them, and the guests who plant them in Dongxuan leave their fragrance to me.
I know that there is clear fragrance that can relieve filth, and I even pity the delicate leaves and frost.
The roots are densely covered with rocks and fragrant autumn grass, and the clumps lean against the trees to provide shade at noon.
When I wanted to send Miwu to the hall, I saw the Ci Zhang of Chu before my eyes.
Translation: No one appreciates the orchids growing in the valley. A friend planted some in Dongxuan and gave them to me. Its fragrance can relieve filth, and what's even more endearing is that its thin leaves can resist wind and frost. The roots are rooted on the edge of the dense stone, and the flowers bloom early in autumn. Clusters of leaves lean against the bamboo trees, providing shade at noon. I want to get miltgrass and put it in the hall, so that I can often see the artistic conception in the poems of Chu Ci.
3. "Inscribed on Chunlan by Yang Cigong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Chunlan is like a beautiful woman who does not shy away from collecting it and offers it to herself.
Sometimes I smell the fragrance of wind and dew, but I can’t see the deep wormwood.
Paintings and portraits are intended to complement the biography of Li Sao.
He is like Lingjun, and he dare not wear his crown.
Translation: Spring orchids are like beauties, they don’t need to be picked, and their shy expressions take the initiative to show themselves in front of people. Even if there are too many fluffy grasses and wormwood, you can't see the spring orchids covered up, but with the breeze, you can still smell the refreshing fragrance from time to time.
Yang Cigong’s Spring Orchid painting uses wonderful brushwork to faithfully depict the Chunlan orchid, reaching the point where it can complement "Li Sao" and be worthy of Qu Yuan. Facing this spring orchid is like facing Lingjun, and people dare not desecrate him by wearing it on their head or body.
4. "Ying Orchid" by Xiao Qing of the Southern Dynasties
The broken stem is admirable, and it becomes fragrant when you enter the house.
The flowers are blooming without competition, and contain a hint of frost.
Translation: An orchid cut off with its stems and leaves can be worn, placed indoors and naturally fragrant. It blooms but does not compete with other flowers by pulling out its branches. It contains a beautiful beauty that fades in the slight frost. .
5. "Drinking·Orchid grows in the vestibule" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
Orchid grows in the vestibule, filled with smoke and waiting for the breeze.
The breeze came suddenly and I saw Xiao Aizhong leaving.
If you lose your way, you may be able to pass by any other road.
When you are enlightened, you should remember to return it. All the birds will waste your good bow.
Translation: Orchids in secluded places grow in the yard, containing rich fragrance and waiting for the arrival of the breeze. The gentle breeze blows gently, and the orchids emit bursts of fragrance, and you can immediately distinguish them from Xiao Ai and other weeds.
If you keep walking forward, you will lose the old path. Perhaps you can only follow the path ahead of nature. I realized that I should go back. There are no birds, and good bows and arrows have lost their use. It means that a great event has been accomplished, and good generals and heroes are useless, so they can be disposed of. 4. Poems about orchids
1. Spring orchids bloom with autumn chrysanthemums, and the routine will last forever. (Qu Yuan's "Li Sao")
2. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping. The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. (Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
3. The declining orchid sees off the guests on Xianyang Road, if the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old. (Li He's "The Golden Bronze Immortal's Ci Han Song")
4. The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. (Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum")
5. The orchid leaf path in the mountains, the plum peach garden outside the city. (Wang Bo's "Chunzhuang")
6. The pavilion trees are covered with frost, and there are many catbirds in the wild pond. Cymbidium cannot be broken, the old man of Chu sings his sad song. (Ma Dai's "Autumn Thoughts")
7. A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, while all the grass grows barren. Although the sun is shining brightly in spring, it is no longer the high autumn moon. (Li Bai's "Lone Orchid")
8. The orchid stream is full of blue water in spring, and the orchids reflecting the water are fragrant in the rain. (Du Mu's "Lanxi")
9. The orchids bloom and spread their fragrance. If you don't pick it but wear it, it won't hurt Yu Lan. (Han Yu's "Youlan Cao")
10. The northwest autumn wind withers the cymbidium, and the blue clouds are cold on the waves in Dongting. (Liu Yuxi's "Resent Hongju Shi to Jiangling Tang") 5. Complete collection of poems describing orchids
Orchid Poems
Ancient Style
Tang Li Bai
A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and all the grass is gone.
Although the sun shines brightly, the autumn moon is full of sadness.
The flying frost is pattering early, and the green color is afraid of resting.
If there is no breeze blowing, who will send out the fragrance?
"Ode to the Orchid"
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind can hardly hide the fragrance in the valley.
Don’t be admirable just because you are worthy of admiration, even if there is no one, you will still be beautiful.
Cheng Fan "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king of fragrance, fragrant in the breeze.
The beauty of the cave has never been more prosperous and beautiful.
"Winter Orchid" by Cao Yin
The winter grass is covered with cold green, and the orchids are also flowers.
As clear as a bigot, thin as a poet.
Cong shows off her hair and crotch, which is parted into a double bun.
The fragrance in the evening window makes me think, and the shadow of the wind is like a bonfire.
"Jianlan" by Zhu Zaizhen
Clusters of orchids grow in the valley, and berries are scattered all over the forest.
It doesn’t matter if it’s not carved, it’s better than being a door support.
The chariot arrived at Yuoguan Mountain and Zipei Zhenji Pavilion was visited.
Turn around and forget about the Minhai, and fall in love with Jingluo.
Thinking lightly during the day brings back fragrance, and the clear spring is a good way to enjoy it at night.
The jade instrument plays again and again, and the sky is like a dream.
Hua Yan's "Orchid"
The clouds are solid and graceful, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.
The cool breeze stirs the night, and the beautiful lady begs for you. 6. Poems and couplets about orchids
"Drinking" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty and "Orchid Poems" by Emperor Xuan of Liang Dynasty: The flowers bloom without competition, and contain a hint of frost.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: The fragrance of orchids spreads far away, and the scent of grass flows from its roots. Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty "Youlan"; "Lan Jian" by Zhu Xi of the Ming Dynasty, "Colored Orchids" by Zhang Yu of the Ming Dynasty, "Orchid" by Sun Kehong of the Ming Dynasty, "Orchid" by Xu Wei of the Ming Dynasty, "Lan" by Chen Ruyan of the Ming Dynasty, "Guangqun Fang Pu" by Liu Hao of the Qing Dynasty, "Broken Branch Orchid" by Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty, "Ode to the Orchid" by Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. "Orchid" by Qing Qiujin 1. Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, routines will last forever. (Qu Yuan's "Li Sao") 2. The chrysanthemum on the threshold is worried about the smoke orchid and weeping dew.
The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. (Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") 3. Shearan sees off the guests on Xianyang Road, if the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old.
(Li He's "The Golden Bronze Immortal's Ci Han Song") 4. The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. (Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms") 5. Orchid leaf path in the mountains, plum peach garden outside the city.
(Wang Bo's "Chunzhuang") 6. The pavilion trees are covered with frost, and there are many catbirds in the wild pond. Cymbidium cannot be broken, the old man of Chu sings his sad song.
(Ma Dai's "Autumn Thoughts") 7. A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and all the grass is gone. Although the sun is shining brightly in spring, it is no longer the high autumn moon.
(Li Bai's "Lone Orchid") 8. The orchid stream is full of blue water in spring, and the orchids reflecting the water are fragrant in the rain. (Du Mu's "Lanxi") 9. The orchids bloom and spread their fragrance.
If you don’t pick it up but wear it, it won’t hurt Yu Lan. (Han Yu's "Youlan Cao") 10. The northwest autumn wind withers the cymbidium, and the blue clouds are cold on the waves in Dongting.
(Liu Yuxi's "Resending Hongju's Master to Jiangling Tang").