Lan Zhi was born in a deep valley, not because no one is fragrant; Gentleman Xiu De. Don't change holidays for poverty.
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The green leaves are green, and Fang Feifei is Gong Yu. Qiu Lan is green, with green leaves and purple stems. I am not only nine flowers of Zilan, but also a hundred-acre tree.
Qu Yuan in Li Sao
Hu Jiang's dagger, threading thought it was a shovel. It stops when it's warm, and it slows down. Hu brought Ai Yiying to Xi, which means you don't appreciate her. It's changed, not, into hair.
Zhang Heng, complain
Qiu Lan, the plants are in China. There are fragrant flowers and yellow flowers. Although it's deep, it's beautiful. The son of the cloud is far away, how about my labor.
Han Yu, Cao
Orchids are fragrant. If you don't accept it, you will be hurt. Today's rotation is natural. I travel everywhere, day after day, year after year. Ice and snow trade, wheat prosperity. If the child hadn't been hurt, I wouldn't go on a pilgrimage. There are lush wild oats and wild oats. A gentleman hurts it, but a gentleman prevents it.
Lan Keming, Wang Shuzhi
Orchids bloom in spring and chrysanthemums flourish in autumn. Herbs are fragrant and colorful. Which fragrance, the more secluded, the more fragrant.
Liu Yuxi, a new species of orchid
The grass moved to Xunzi in Hanshui before the national hospital. Although Zhumen moved around, Yushu was overcast. Brilliant colors condense and spread, and the fragrance never returns. Guanghua juvenile Pei has a soft heart. Cherish the night Philip Burkart, enjoy the quiet. Those who send a message to know each other play the piano in the wind.
Cui Tu's You Lan
As many people know, the fragrance is just hidden. Since there is no gentleman's admiration, there is no decline of national fragrance. The Millennium always comes early, but the spring breeze always comes late. Why not make road grass? What does Pink Man want?
Su Shi's Title Yang Cigong Chunlan
Chunlan, like a beauty, dedicates herself without shame. Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai. Dan Qing's portrait color wants to make up for the biography of Li Sao. Like an elf, the crown dare not swallow.
Su Zhe's Two Rhymes Answer People's Orchid
Flowers shy spring, who brings fragrance? Every inch of heart must be protected, and every inch of pine must be paid.
Su Zhe's Answer to Lin Lao's "Send You Lan"
I can't see Lansheng in the deep valley, but occasionally I can catch a breeze. Deodorization is not dyeing, but also because of a smell.
Zhu, Thank Friends for Sending Orchids.
A scene of lonely dust, purple orchid in late autumn. Distraction is not flattering, covering up empty lovesickness. It's never too late to meet the Japanese side. The show is lonely, and the nine songs are sad.
Zhang Yu's Orchid Poems
Can be white or yellow, no one is fragrant. A small heart can hold a lot of incense.
Hao's "Guangfang Group Spectrum"
Tears and dew are messy, including wind shadows. The layman can understand this, and look at Ye Sheng and flowers.
Wu Shidao's Bamboo Map of An Lan
The tears in Hunan and Hubei have not disappeared, and Chu' s soul is not recruited. Childe stays sad and doesn't write, leaving flowers and leaves rustling.
Zheng Xie (Banqiao), Cliff Orchid Axis.
There are thousands of arrows hanging from the orchids in Obi, and Bi Rui is graceful at the foot of the mountain. It rains selflessly, which is higher or lower?
Broken Orchid Zheng Banqiao
Spring rain and spring breeze washed away the beautiful face, and Qiongdao came to the world. Now, after all, I am ignorant, and it is even more difficult to break Wupen.
"Half Pot Lanrui" Zheng Banqiao
The basin is Shimada Hanzo, and the flowers are half-contained; No venting, no fear of withering.
Bai Mo District, Jin Ce
Ink is not white, white is not ink. Ink is a name, but the white one is actually. Ink can be white, people are turbid and I am clear. Nirvana, landsin.
Zhu De in "Yong Lan"
Orchids spit under Qiao Lin, still beside the grass. Even if no one is watching or enjoying it, he still enjoys himself.
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The orchid is in the valley, and no one knows it. Just for the sake of fragrance and weight, those who seek Tao are all over the mountain.
Tang Libai
Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed. Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn. First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?
Yu Tonglu's Orchid Poems
There are two or three kinds of hand-cultivated orchids, the warm wind on the first day and the second day. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know that the fragrance was in the room, and the butterfly flew when I pushed the window.
Don? Jianwu Shi
My home is in the east of the cave, and I am a guest of Zhu Lan. There are no clouds in the daytime, sitting alone on the river wall.
Chen Ziang's Orchid Poems
Lan Re was born in spring and summer and flourished in. You are alone in the forest, and Zhu has purple stems. A hundred days later, the autumn wind blows. By the age of 20, China had been shaken and Fang Yi had achieved nothing.
Yang Jie Chunlan
Chunlan, like a beauty, dedicates herself without shame. Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai.
Orchids inscribed by Deng Tuo
Why are the ends of the earth United? A roll of Li Sao is everywhere. Seeing the spring grass in the south of the Yangtze River, Mochow knew little about her bosom friends.
The Tour of Yuexiu Park in Zhu De
Yuexiu Park is full of flowers and trees. Only the orchid fragrance is just right, and it will be expensive later.
Pan's Orchid Poems
Known as the king's fragrance since ancient times, it lives deep in the top frost of the valley. Rooted in the grottoes, struggle and spirit are cleaner and more fragrant.
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The bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning. Loyalty is still self-embracing, why fight for the public?
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Like thousands of feet, orchids are in the sky. There are firewood pickers, so you can't reach out and pick them up.
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No one dares to plant bluegrass and three sets. Get a novel method and the ink will blow out.
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Draw on January 1st to send Guo away. Thousands of miles away in Qian Shan, we know much more than the old one.
Qing Jiang Shi quan
There is no self-contradiction in the air, and the static waves will stop. Hand-picked orchids, such a wonderful fragrance.
forever
An empty stone, some grass. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.
Qing huangren
What about the smell of the room? The walls are empty valleys. One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.
Qing huangren
Ethan thought a lot, but I was far away from my heart. The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.
Qing huangren
Magnetic bucket sends beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant. You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.
Qingmazong
Congfalan has a cliff, and Tuogen is near a slight cold. Spring water flows out and the wind keeps blowing.
ancient official title
Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers. As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet. Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it. At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows are thin.
Qingyaoxie
Su xiangfo rice, Zhu Rui Xianjie clothing. Fame is expensive, but it is difficult to contain buds. The prodigal son is willing to make peace, but the village mother is ashamed. Spring is a clear wish, and it is easy to get in touch with dew.
He Qing Ji Shao
Hui Bao Lanhuai only feels sorry for herself, and the beauty is far away from the blue cloud. Dongfeng didn't save the beauty, but missed another year of youth.
Qing tan sitong
The wild goose sings Gao Jiang's dream, and Chu Zhuxiang rises at dusk. Di Zi didn't come to Shan Gui to cry, but one day she wrote Li Sao.
Clear sky Ren Shang
After the rain, the river was wet and Ye Mei Temple was cold. Going back and forth to Dungu, screaming and comforting idle officials. If you don't believe in poetry, you will always worry about this word. Love words are long and smell worse than orchids.
Sunqingyuan town
Lisao is an old root seedling, swaying in water and clouds. Recognize the double shadow of the spring breeze, you will lose your soul if you don't smell the fragrance.
"Empty Valley and Orchid Map" Wang Qing Shen Shi
Bluegrass is like a hermit's heart, arrogant and self-destructive. Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.
Qing Li Fang Ying
Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples. When the household has exhausted its worries and hoes, it is afraid of going into the mountains.
Qing huangren
Picturesque mountain city, small shore, half a balcony pillow through Tianjin. Even if you don't reach Xiaoxiang Road, the famous flow of vanilla is even more touching.
Qing Li you Tang
There are nine songs in the withered Hechi, and waves in the cave under the leaves of the maple forest. Since ancient times, the moth eyebrow has been hurt and slandered, and Qiu Lan pulled it out by herself.
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Spring rain and spring breeze write beautiful faces, and love and rhyme fall into the world. Nowadays, without a confidant, it is even more difficult to break the black basin.
Qingmazong
Yesterday, I was selling vegetables in the street. I wrote orchids and onions. I once threw an onion, and you stole it into my painting.
Qing? Zheng Xie
This is a kind of peaceful flower, and I don't want a haze from Wen Da. Collecting firewood is still afraid of passing by the path, but also write mountain cover.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Qusong's articles are tall in vegetation and coquettish in blue spectrum for thousands of years. How to sell cheap from people and cross the street?
Qing? Zheng Xie
Chunlan has not blossomed in Xia Lan, and everything reminds people not to stay. After reading all the ups and downs, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Qiu Lan sent one hundred and eighty arrows to Jiaoshan Stone House. Xiao Yue knocked on the door and sent a short post. Fan Yan passed through Jiang Lai last night.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Green hills and orchids, orchids and bamboos, look very charming. Dongting has a dream of three thousand miles, and it is not cold to blow Man Chun.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Last night, the east wind entered the mountain and blew vanilla everywhere. Only bamboo is a gentleman's companion, and no flowers can be planted together.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Studying ink in Linchi every day, never fighting for beauty. You know, painting knows calligraphy, and Zhu Lan is like a grass official.
Qing? Zheng Xie
This flower is not the flower of the world, so it is covered with green mountains and bamboo. Why not ask the painter to become a Buddha? Mr. Wang has a heart.
Qing? Zheng Xie
I wrote about bamboo grass and added some orchids under it. Always in order to be in the same strain as the seven acres, I want to repair the old spectrum and show it to everyone.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Zhu Lan Fang Xin is not idle, and the same roots are suitable for climbing. A hundred years of brothers embracing each other means separation from each other.
Qing? Zheng Xie
There are many bamboos on the stone and beautiful women in the valley. Where does the east wind come from, blowing into Bo, a green river?
Qing? Zheng Xie
The old man is a castle peak, and he is quite prosperous. You are open-minded and simple-minded. It is not difficult to borrow a stone from you.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Last night, the goddess descended from the clouds and the flowers scattered in the sky. Can all the roots and leaves in the world settle in it?
Qing? Zheng Xie
A few bamboo window screens have small black skins, which are comparable to potted arrows. Chu Yun is thousands of miles away, and Qingshan is my grandmother's home.
Qing? Zheng Xie
At the top of the green hills, the rocks are deep and the seams are wonderful. It's not that the clouds are rolling under our feet, but that orchids don't want to ignore them, and they don't know when they will come or when they will leave.
Qing? Zheng Xie
How long will it take to cultivate a pot of bluegrass and a pot of cheese? What's the use of hanging bamboo branches? Perfect for dusting and exposing.
Qing? Zheng Xie
I learned that the sand pot bloomed and turned into an empty valley. I heard that the nose stinks, so does the heart. First of all, I am in the imperial court.
Qing? Zheng Xie
There are few flowers and thin leaves, and there is a faint fragrance flying in front of the wind. What kind of people are my pots and pans? They are solid and fattening after the rain.
Qing? Zheng Xie
When Fang Lan was planted in a pot, Ganoderma lucidum was born on the ground. Message on seasonal climate, Qingyang Division, the first good spring in Jinan.
Qing? Zheng Xie
There are many arrows hanging on the cliff, and the roots are graceful. It rains selflessly, which is higher or lower?
Qing? Zheng Xie
Only if you have a heart of Lan Zhi can you plant a Lan Zhi ten times as wide. There are many people in the world who can see it, so I will show it to others.
Qing? Zheng Xie
The children in Wuyishan are so rich that they look like Xie Jia, the king of the Southern Dynasties. Centenarians have many virtues and naturally bloom in nine years.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Nine orchids went to the fields by the river, but eight orchids did not come true. When everything in the world is enough, stay and practice, waiting for the later sages.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Orchids bloom early at the top of the mountain, and small arrows on the mountainside still contain fetuses. The painter is determined to stop storing, so why bother Dongfeng as a matchmaker?
Qing? Zheng Xie
Satellites and wine stars in the sky gathered in Zhuxi Pavilion for a while. He Lao peony praised the gold belt, and naturally he was nine years old.
Qing? Zheng Xie
The silver duck is golden and warm with green sand, and the inkstone in Yaotai is misty. With a wave of your hand, an orchid blooms and instantly becomes the flower of your family.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Don't turn thorns into orchids, outsiders will look on coldly. You can only know that Buddhism is vast and long when the door is fragrant and dirty.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Orchids are grass in the mountains, planted in the mountains. The world has planted pots of angels, so it is better to stay with the haze.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Orchids are not suitable for Shandong, but incense moves thousands of miles. Draw a basin and plant two peaks, north and south.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Acacia has no plan to hold the flower soul and float into the West Lake to knock on the tomb door. The old people who re-exhibited are still Zilan and Sun Lan.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Perennial grass has been cultivated for thousands of years, with deep roots and lush leaves. Now I'm going back to the mountains. There are celebrities everywhere.
Qing? Zheng Xie
In Wan Li, the Guanhe River is extremely hot and cold, and irrigation is used to fight against destruction. It is better to go back to Kuanglu House and share the flowers.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Looking in the mountains, I found hearts and hearts. If you want to send it a long way, it will be cold and fragrant.
Qing? Zheng Xie
The bluegrass in the mountains is messy, the leaves are warm and the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong. The grain is not far from sending incense, but it can send vulgar dust.
Qing? Zheng Xie
Write Lan Zhi full of spring, and add a few messy hazelnuts. The world is full of beauty and evil, and I want to see warm and distant people.
Ming? Li Rihua
Don't hunt incense from the wind, but feel sorry for yourself from the stream. The empty mountain in spring is a mess, and half of it belongs to wild firewood.
Ming? Li Mengyang
Cai Lan Xiangbei Branch, Shuo Nanxun, Li Mu. The backwater contains Yao color, and the breeze carries jade sound. It was dark in Yun Qi and cloudy at sunset. I don't know the bitterness of bamboo, but I see deep tears.
Ming? Li Rihua
April in the south of the Yangtze River is sunny after rain, and orchids spit fragrant bamboo, with thousands of gestures. Butterflies don't come to sleep, but small windows blow away.
Ming? Chen Xianzhang
Paraquat in the cliff, more business in the orchid. A gentleman who lives in danger is different from a constant person.
Ming? Wenpeng
I planted Whelan occasionally for two or three years, and the Japanese gale opened a little. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know the fragrance in the hall, so I opened the window and butterflies flew.
Ming? Li Rihua
I hate the strong views of Youlan and don't discuss them with me. When the nose touches it, it will digest, and it is not fragrant.
Ming? Chen Jiru
Over the years, the empty valley is half frost, leaving a fragrance scattered in the grass. I'm afraid the woodsman will lose the orchid and the beauty will be collected in the salary.
Ming? Dong Qichang
Green clothes and green flowers are planted next to the stone, and the solitary roots are not open. Under the window of the mountain, the wine column spreads and the paper smells.
Ming? Historical lessons
The fragrance of the country is empty, and the grass is green and near the Forbidden City. Who said that some people wrote with tears, and the roots were resentful of the east wind.
Ming? Dong Qichang
There are boundless grass and spring smoke, and the mountain in Grain Rain is called Rhododendron. How many noble children Zhu, who enjoys quiet fate.
Ming? Wei Xu
Green water should only overflow white apples, and rouge should only read lips. I have never been idle with the laity since I painted Lan Xiang.
Yuan? Jess
If there are not enough bushes, the empty valley will be fragrant for whom. Leng Yun color all the way, full of Lin Qiuxiang.
Tite chrysanthemum
Year: Tang Author: Chao Huang genre: four-line category:
The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
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Lin Kuan, a poet at the end of the Tang Dynasty, wrote two poems: "Mo Yan immediately won the world, and heroes have interpreted poems since ancient times." Throughout the ages, there are indeed many heroes who can "interpret poetry", and Huang Chao, the leader of the peasant uprising in the late Tang Dynasty, is one of them. Since Tao Yuanming's famous sentence "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" came out, chrysanthemum has formed an indissoluble bond with the arrogant noble literati hermit and almost became the spiritual symbol of feudal literati. Huang Chao's chrysanthemum poems, on the other hand, are completely out of the mode of similar works, showing a brand-new ideological realm and artistic style.
The first sentence says chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the rustling autumn wind. "West Wind" points out the section and makes the next sentence; "Full Court" is full of words. Saying "plant" instead of "open" is to avoid rhyming with the last sentence, and the word "plant" itself gives people a feeling of standing upright. It is not difficult to see that chrysanthemums bloom in the wind and frost to show strength, which is not difficult to see in literati's poems about chrysanthemums; However, "planting a courtyard" is obviously different from the image of chrysanthemum in literati's poems. Whether it is to express the feeling of "being aloof from the world", to express the state of "being aloof and unique" or to express the feeling of being alone without company, the word "loneliness" is often inseparable. In Huang Chao's poems, he only said that "the garden is full of plants" because in his mind, this chrysanthemum is a symbol of the working people and has nothing to do with the word "solitary".
Unfortunately, chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the wind and frost, but it is cold and autumn, and it is difficult to come to cold butterflies. In the rustling autumn wind, chrysanthemum seems to have a chill, emitting a faint fragrance, which is not as fragrant as the blooming flowers in sunny spring, so it is rare for butterflies to fly to pick up the fragrance of chrysanthemum. In the writings of old literati, this fact usually always causes two feelings: narcissism and loneliness. The author's feelings are different. In his view, "my heart is cold in Leng Xiang" because chrysanthemums open in the cold season, and he can't help feeling sorry for the untimely opening of chrysanthemums.
Three or four sentences are the natural development of the above feelings, revealing the cold environment and the unfair fate of chrysanthemum. The author imagines that one day he will become "Di Qing" (the God of Spring), and he will make chrysanthemums and peach blossoms bloom together in spring. This kind of imagination, full of strong romantic passion, concentrated on expressing the author's grand ambition. Throughout the poem, the implication is obvious. The chrysanthemum in the poem is the embodiment of the bottom people in Qian Qian at that time. The author not only appreciates their tenacious vitality in opening up to the wind and frost, but also hates their environment and fate and is determined to completely change it. The so-called "for Di Qing" can be regarded as an intuitive expression of establishing the peasant revolutionary regime. The author imagines that by that day, the working people will be able to live a warm spring. It is worth noting that this also reflects the simple concept of equality of farmers. Because in the author's opinion, chrysanthemum and peach blossom are all in full bloom and should enjoy the same treatment. Chrysanthemum is alone in the cold autumn, and its core is cold and fragrant, which is really unfair. So he decided to let chrysanthemums enjoy the warmth of spring like peach blossoms. You may think this is a poetic idea of farmers' equality.
chrysanthemum
Year: Tang Author: Chao Huang Style: Four Unique Categories: Still Life
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
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Also known as chrysanthemum
The title of this poem, the title of the whole Tang poetry is "Fu Ju", probably based on the record of this poem quoted by Lang Ying in the Seventh Edition of Ming Dynasty. But "Leisure Record" only says that this poem was written after the fall of Huang Chao, titled "Chrysanthemum".
The Double Ninth Festival has a long-standing custom of enjoying chrysanthemums, and this day has virtually become the Chrysanthemum Festival. This chrysanthemum poem, in fact, is not a general ode to chrysanthemums, but a celebration of the Chrysanthemum Festival. Therefore, the beginning is "Stay in Qiu Lai on September 8th", which means to wait until the Chrysanthemum Festival. Say "September 8th" instead of "September 9th" to "kill" and "one" Ye Yun. This poem is in rhyme, and the author wants to create a decisive, intense and sharp voice and emotional momentum. The word "until" seems to be blurted out, but it carries a lot of weight. Because the day when the author wants to "wait" is a day of great change, and this "wait" is full of warm expectations and ardent yearning. However, this day is by no means illusory and elusive, but it will surely come like going to Qiu Lai in spring and move the time series. So the tone is relaxed, jumping and full of confidence.
What about until that day? According to the imagination of ordinary people, it is nothing more than chrysanthemums in full bloom and fragrant. However, the author's next strange sentence-"I will kill Baihua when I open flowers." When the chrysanthemum blooms, all the flowers have withered, which is a natural law and a natural phenomenon that people are used to. Here, the "blooming" of chrysanthemums and the "killing" (withering) of flowers are juxtaposed to form a sharp contrast to show the inevitable connection between them. The author affectionately calls chrysanthemum "my flower", which is obviously a symbol of the oppressed people. Then, the opposite "letting a hundred flowers blossom" naturally refers to the reactionary and decadent feudal ruling group. This sentence is unambiguous and vividly shows the resolute and firm spirit of the peasant revolutionary leader.
Three or four sentences, titled "I Bloom", vividly describe the magnificent scene of chrysanthemum blooming: "The fragrance in the sky penetrates Chang 'an, and golden flowers are everywhere. "The whole changan is shining golden chrysanthemum. They send out waves of rich fragrance, soaring into the sky and soaking the whole city. This is the world of chrysanthemums, the kingdom of chrysanthemums and the grand festival of chrysanthemums. The strangeness of imagination, the novelty of metaphor, the grandeur of rhetoric and the magnificence of artistic conception are unprecedented. The chrysanthemums written by feudal literati are regarded as the embodiment of upright and upright people at most, praising their Ao Shuang character; But here, it is endowed with the fighting style and character of the peasant rebel soldiers, and the yellow petals are conceived as the armor of the soldiers, making it the latest and most beautiful flower of the peasant revolutionary soldiers from the gentleman's flower. Because of this, the chrysanthemum in the author's works has changed the static beauty of quiet and elegant in the past, showing a kind of dynamic beauty that is rough and bold and full of fighting atmosphere. It is neither an "isolated symbol" nor just a bunch of "chrysanthemums", but the flowers in the city are in full bloom, occupying the whole of Qiu Guang and emitting a strong fighting fragrance, so it is described as "fragrant array". The words "Chong" and "Tou" respectively describe the prosperity and depth of its momentum, and vividly show the prospect of victory for the peasant uprising army to seize Chang 'an and dominate the world.
Huang Chao's two chrysanthemum poems are refreshing in artistic conception, imagery, language and techniques. Artistic imagination and association are restricted by the author's world outlook and life practice. Without Huang Chao's revolutionary ambition and fighting character, there would be no such strange talk as "Let a hundred flowers blossom and I will kill them", and there would be no such fantastic idea as "The city is full of golden flowers". Connecting chrysanthemum with armored soldiers gives it a fighting beauty, which can only come from the life practice of fighting. "Heroes have tried their best to interpret poetry since ancient times" may be understood from this fundamental point.