1. Ancient poems about grass
Prime Minister of Shu
Where can I find the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister? There is a lot of people outside Jinguan City.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves.
Three visits to trouble the world, two dynasties to open the hearts of old ministers.
He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.
In early spring, the eighteenth member of the Ministry of Water, Zhang Wai Tang·Han Yu,
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland"
When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
Wanqing
Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
God's will is pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.
Also add high pavilions and small windows.
After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns. 2. Poems about grass
Poems about grass: Grass in the Trees Li Bai A bird picks up wild field grass and strays into the withered mulberry trees.
The roots of the guest soil are dangerous, but they will not die in spring. Although the grass and trees are ruthless, they can still survive because of their support.
Like branches and leaves, each has its own glory and witherness. Li Bai saw a man named Pulsatilla among the weeds. He went to Tian's house drunk and was singing in the wilderness.
Even in the green grass, there are also Pulsatilla. Fold off the mirror and see that Wan's hair will fade away.
The faint fragrance seems to ridicule each other, leaving hatred towards the east wind. Chang Xin Cao (one for Chang Xin Palace, one for Jie Yu Yuan) Cui Guofu The grass in Chang Xin Palace makes you worried every year.
Therefore, it invades the tracks of beads and prevents the jade steps from walking. Nostalgia for the past in the Spring Grass Palace Liu Changqing The king is invisible, but the fragrant grass in the old palace springs.
Still wearing a skirt, green and green like a Chu person. The provincial alchemist studied Hengchun Cao Liang Kun. There was Lingchun Cao in Soochow, growing beside the Yan River.
Although the color of the berries and moss is messed up, it still has the fragrance of lotus flowers. He was called a distant scholar and held to serve the king of Ming Dynasty.
The beauty of the North Mountain is long, and the life of the Nanshan is longer. Gold paste is only good, but stone marrow is not good.
If you get even a drop of it, you won't die. Weeding Du Fu Weeds are harmful to people and have never hindered repairs.
Its poison is as poisonous as that of bees and flies, and its poison is as large as the Dao Zhou. Walking in the forest early in the morning, the color of the river has not dissipated my worries.
How can I wait for the high autumn when the thorns are in my eyes? Once the frost and dew condense, it is difficult to retain the leaves.
He is childish when he is hoeing, but he still asks for help every day. Turning to the middle of the water, there are no two fishing boats.
Stubborn roots will grow easily, but if you dare, they will still grow taller. Since then, the fence has been wide open, and the pines and bamboos have become more secluded.
The evil spirits are inseparable, and the evil faith is like a beetle. Tingcao Du Fu Chucao is cold and green, and it is thick in the eyes in spring.
The old ones are low and the leaves are lifted up, but the new ones are covered with curled teeth and heavy teeth. It is advisable to walk lightly, so that when the feast is held, the feast will be repeated.
Look at the flowers according to the sequence of the scenes, and don’t dare to be complacent. Song of Jiang Cao as a Farewell to Judge Lu Huangfu Ran It’s early spring in Jiang Gao, and the grass is growing on the river.
The weeds and weeds are like Du Heng, and they are beautiful and want to grow. The sun shines in the distance for a long time, and it is deep in the rain and shallow in the smoke.
Sky eyes make me sad, and my steps are slow and painful. Li Zhipu is on the shore of Xiang. I miss my husband and send my beauty to you.
Wuzhou is located along the Chuxiang Road, far away from the lonely city. When the new moon can separate the dew, the setting sun shines into the sky.
I asked you what to do when you are marching forward. The boat is flooded and the wind is late. There are fragrant grasses everywhere on Tingzhou, and Wang Sunzhen is willing to miss the date of his return.
Each of the Dongfeng Pavilions is endowed with an object, Hanxi grass Su? Mili streamside grass, visitors never tire of looking at it. Yu Fang is in a quiet and old place, and the dark color looks cold.
Fortunately, I am happy to accompany you, and I am still enjoying the beauty. The Ballad of Spring Grass Gu Kuang Chuncao doesn't know how to do it, so he follows others to the east city.
The beauty of the first month and the second month is endless, and thousands of miles hurt people's feelings. Endowed with fragrant grass in the imperial garden Lu Zhi In the shady imperial garden, the Yao grass grows long in the sun.
Hao Mi is filled with smoke and vaguely with the setting sun. After the rain, the catkins are denser, and the wind is warm and the flowers are first fragrant.
Supporting the stick and running on the road, riding on the carriage to enter the founding chapter. The wet smoke cannot be dispersed, and the fine shadows are chaotic and traceless.
I am always afraid that the time will be late, who can tell the beauty of early beauty. Grass Zhang Nanshi Grass, grass.
It’s a good deal, optimistic. It grows all over the ground and makes people grow old.
The golden palace and jade bricks, the ancient roads in the deserted city. Thousands of miles away, the green color is so sad that spring is early.
Whenever the north and the south part, the east and west fall. Originally from the mountains, he was in the arms of Wang Sunwei.
Spring Grass in Longchi Chen Yi Youthful Phoenix Garden, fine grass is all over Longchi. Quzhu makes friends with apple leaves, and returns to the pond to make friends with willow branches.
Because the wind is blowing in the beginning, the shore is about to leave. The golden embankment of the color belt is quiet, and the yin and jade trees move.
The sun is shining brightly, and the waves and shadows are moving. How can it be more remote than life? Fang Xin is unknown to everyone.
Linghu Xianggong saw the newly planted cymbidium and two grasses, and ordered his co-author Liu Yuxi to go up to the grass in front of the imperial court and move it to the Han River. Although Zhumen has moved to another place, the jade trees still have some shade.
The bright colors are still shining, and the fragrance is never found again. The brilliance of a child's wear, the softness of a beautiful heart.
Cherish the evening with far-sighted thoughts, enjoy the quiet sky and sing alone. Those who send messages to a close friend will play the harp in the wind.
Provincial Examination Scenery Floating Between the Grass Liu Yuxi The spring scenery is bright and the grass is green and spring is beautiful. The history of chaos is different from each other, and the richness and beauty cover each other.
At first glance, there is a slight movement in the thick and soft edges. The broken shadows turn over Chonglan, and the floating fragrance turns over Conghui.
The smoke is brilliant and colorful, and the dew is like beads. Fortunately, I am picking up the sun, and now I am approaching a prosperous age.
Farewell to the ancient original grass by Bai Juyi. From the original grass, the grass dries up every year. Wild fire, in spring.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
Grass in the trees Zhang Hu Grass in the green trees, supporting the roots is not without danger. Grass grows but trees die. You can know the prosperity and decline.
Injury to Micao Yongtao Micao is like a guest’s heart, and it dies first every year. There is no way for the flowers to fall, but they can only rise due to the wind.
Tingcao Cao Ye Tingcao has shallow roots and has left no trace of good fortune. I lower my heart even an inch and don't dare to blame the spring breeze.
Fragrant Grass Luo Ye In the residual rain south of the wall of the abandoned garden, the color of the robe is covered with velvet. The faint fragrance attracts tourists, and only in the distant green can the traces of pheasants be separated.
It is a long-lasting regret to see Sanchu at the ferry, but it is rare to see him outside the gate of Wuhou. Even if there is a spring breeze every year, there will be ten thousand horse tracks and wheels.
Fangcao Luoye In Shangtian Street on the bank of Qujiang River, there are many cars and horses in both places. It's not like seeing the beautiful flowers in Nanpu, but the mist and rain are half harmonious in the evening.
Spring Appreciation (one is for fragrant grass, the other is for spring outings with melancholy and pregnant feelings) Luo Ye The fragrant grass and smoke are getting greener with warmth, and the busy roads are suddenly growing. Every year I review the affairs of the world, only the spring breeze does not reflect the worldly sentiments.
Spring Grass Tang Yanqian Followed the dream into the pond, unintentionally in the golden valley. The green wind blows green all over the world every year.
Spring Grass Tang Yanqian The sky is north and south around the roadside, and the roots are everywhere. The luxuriance is always a ruthless thing, and the east wind blows green one year after another.
Qujiang Spring Grass by Zheng Gu The flowers have fallen on the river embankment and the weeds are covered with warm smoke, and the grass color is distant after the rain. Don't let the incense wheel roll over and become green and broken, leaving it behind when a sad person is drunk and asleep.
In the Wuwu Year of Guanghua, the provincial examination was held in public, and the poem and poem on the blue color of spring grass was titled Zheng Gu and Chang Hong. If you want to find the flower path, you should get lost in the green people.
The window screens welcome the crowds, and the hairpins and jade aunts become green. The sky is newly clear and the clouds are setting in spring.
Grass by Wu Rong cannot be dyed, nor can it be painted. Chang Hong should not have this color when he was not dead.
Spring grass is green in color Wang Hub Xi Xixi east fan, luxuriant grass color is new. The blue is thousands of miles deep and shallow, and the sky is bright and springy.
The young leaves are soothing in the smoke, and the slight fragrance moves along the waterside. The bright sunset shines on the golden pond, and the chariot road stirs up the dust.
How great is the power of creation, and the yang and the force are self-balanced. Today is the day of birth, I sincerely wish you good luck.
The spring grass is green by Yin Wengui. The fine grass is blue and green, and the grass is green and green on the south bank of the river. The luxuriance is like regretting farewell, and the luxuriance hurts the spring.
The sparse rain and smoke are moist, and the setting sun is fine and evenly colored. Flowers are sticky and prosperous, and people use their softness to overcome the wormwood.
The water in the palace pool reflects lightly, and the chariot road dust is lightly covered. Du Hui Ru Ke knot, vowed to repay the favor.
Grass by Xu Wei The deserted steps of the abandoned garden are accompanied by green moss, and it is hard to forgive the long-lasting kindness and resentment. The elk of Gusu eat and think about food, whether the king or grandson of Chuze comes or not.
The color is as tender as dyeing blue juice, and the leaves are as sharp as cutting with scissors. After the death of Yan Zhao, there were many ministers, and Guo Kuitai was famous for thousands of years.
Roadside Grass Xu Wei Chudian Qinyuan is thousands of miles flat, but who taught the roots to grow beside the road. The light hoofs and embroidered hubs look like they are treading together. When they are together, they are prosperous but not prosperous.
Spring grass by Cao Song is not only full of ponds, but also has the fragrance of beautiful verses in dreams. The spring breeze has enough power to lead up to the ancient city wall.
Medicinal Herbs Su Zheng The emperor is tired and tired, and Kun Ling fulfills his duties. He has contributed to the world every year, and has cultivated both the noble and the humble.
Because it is produced among many grasses, those who want to pick them know it. A branch is like a god, and a thousand pieces of gold are not worth it.
Growing grass but not medicine cannot show the virtue of a scholar. If the raw medicine does not produce grass, there is no way. 3. Poems about grass
Poems about grass
1. Green grass by the river, lush willows in the garden. "Nineteen Ancient Poems·Green River Grass" by Anonymous Han Dynasty
2. The grass on the city has high roots and hates the early wind and frost. "A Poem" by Liu Yu of the Southern Song Dynasty
3. A bush of vanilla is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of hairspring is a crossroad. "Spring Fu" by Geng Xin in the Northern Dynasties and Northern Zhou Dynasty
4. The spring grass is like a green robe, and the autumn moon is like a round fan. "Farewell with Su Jiude" by Liang He Xun of the Southern Dynasties
5. The autumn grass is green in the deep courtyard. Liang Liu Yun's "Poetry on Clothes" in the Southern Dynasties
6. The grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful. "Peach Blossom Spring" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
7. The leaves are green in spring and summer, and the flowers are light and dark red. "Xuan" by Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
8. The grass is dyed green in the rain. "Wangchuan Bieye" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
9. The grass does not thank and thrives in the spring breeze, and the trees do not complain and fall in the autumn. Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sunrise and Entry"
10. The fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, the dangerous rafts of the boat alone at night. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking at Night"
11. The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves. "The Prime Minister of Shu" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
12. The color of grass looks distant but not visible up close.
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Early Spring Presents the Eighteen Members of the Water Department"
13. The grass and trees will know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other. "Late Spring Tour to the South of the City" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
14. The color of grass invades the official road, and the flower branches emerge from the garden wall. "Luoyang Works" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
15. Plants and trees have their own hearts, so why ask for beautiful women? "Feelings" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
16. The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the grass color is green into the curtain. "Inscription on the Humble House" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
17. The grass grows in Liliyuan, and the grass dries up every year. Wild fire, in spring. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to the Ancient Raw Grass"
18. Willow silk curls out in the wind, and the grass is cut neatly by the rain. "Tianjin Bridge" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
19. At the end of spring, the miscellaneous fragrances stop, and at the beginning of summer, the grass is deep. "Drinking Alone in Nanchi in the First Summer" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
20. Du Kang can relieve boredom, and daylily can forget worries. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Repaying a Dream with Hemerocallis as a Gift"
21. The color is as tender as dyeing blue juice, and the leaves are as neat as cutting with scissors. "Grass" by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty 4. Poems about grass
In early spring, Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water was outside
Author: Han Yu
The light rain on the street is moist Crisp,
The color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.
The most advantageous thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
〖Translation〗
A light rain fell in the Imperial City, making the ground moist and soft. The grass came out of the ground, but it looked light green from a distance, but there was nothing there up close. The most beautiful scenery of the year is this early spring scenery, which is far better than the late spring scenery of Beijing with smoke and willows all over the city.
〖Comment〗
The first two lines of this poem describe the scene, one line describes the light rain, and the other describes the color of the grass. After careful observation and comparison, the author vividly writes about the characteristics of the early spring scenery in the capital. The last two lines are lyrical. The author believes that the early spring scenery greatly exceeds the late spring scenery, expressing the author's praise.
〖Explanation〗
This little poem was written to Zhang Ji, a member of the Ministry of Water Resources. Zhang Ji is the eighteenth among his brothers, so he is called "Zhang Shiba". The style of the poem is fresh and natural, almost colloquial. It seems ordinary, but in fact it is anything but ordinary. Han Yu himself said: "Difficulty and poverty often lead to mediocrity" ("Send Wubenshi Returns to Fanyang"). It turns out that his "blandness" was hard-won.
The best sentence in the whole article is "the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close". Just imagine: In early spring in February, in the north, when there are still icicles hanging on the treetops and under the eaves, where is spring? Not even a shadow was seen. But if it rains a little, the next day, lo and behold, spring is coming. The rain feet gently walked across the earth, leaving traces of spring, that is, the first spring grass buds sprouted. Looking from a distance, it looked hazy, as if there was a very light green color. It is the color of early spring grass. Looking at it, people's hearts are suddenly filled with joyful business. But when you take a closer look with infinite joy, you will see sparse and extremely slender buds on the ground, but you can't see the color clearly. The poet is like a skilled ink painter, using his water-soaked brush to reveal a hint of green, which is the color of grass in early spring. Looking from a distance, there is nothing like it, but when you get closer, you can't see it. This sentence "The color of grass looks far away, but there is nothing up close." It can be said that it captures both the near and far, and conveys the spirit in the empty space.
The background of this coloring is the thin drizzle falling on Tianjie (a street in the imperial city). Looking at the grass color through the raindrops adds a hazy beauty to the grass color in early spring. And the light rain is as moist as cake. Crisp is butter. After being nourished like this, can the color of the grass not be new? With such a background to set it off, how could the color of the grass not be beautiful?
As the time approached, the poet also made a comparison: "It is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital." The poet thinks that the color of grass in early spring is many times better than the scenery of smokey willows everywhere in the city. This is because the color of grass, which “looks far away but is invisible”, is unique to the early spring. It is soft and full of moisture, symbolizing the spring return of the earth and the renewal of everything. And what about Yanliu? It's already the time when "willows and smoke will pile up", not to mention that it's "all over" the city, so it's no longer rare. By late spring in March, the colors are thicker and less attractive. The use of contrasting techniques like this is different from the general one. This is a double writing method in order to highlight the characteristics of spring.
"Things are rare and valuable." The color of spring grass in early spring is also very delicate. "There is no youth even in the New Year, and we are surprised to see grass buds in early February" (Han Yu's "Spring Snow"). This is a state of mind. The harsh winter has just ended, and the remaining cold is still severe. When I suddenly saw this wonderful color of grass, I couldn't help but feel surprised and happy. These light greens were the only decorations on the earth at that time; but in late spring, "the grass and trees know that spring will soon return" (Han Yu, "Late Spring"). At this time, no matter how green the wicker branches are, people have no intention to look at them, because It lacks that sense of freshness.
Therefore, the poet reminded at the turning point of the third sentence: "The most advantageous thing about spring is spring." Yes, the plan for a year lies in spring, but the best thing about spring is in early spring.
This poem praises early spring, captures the soul of early spring, and gives readers endless aesthetic interest, which is even beyond the reach of painting. The poet did not have a colored pen, but he used the language of poetry to depict colors that are extremely difficult to describe - a color that is plain and seems to be there but not there. Without sharp and detailed observation and superb poetry, it would be impossible to refine the natural beauty of early spring into artistic beauty.
5. Poems about Mimosa
1. "Mimosa" The thin leaves are closed and the edges touch the tree, and the delicate flowers are shy little hibiscus.
If people can learn to be so shy, how can there be gossip in the world? 2. "Mimosa" (Modern Poetry) I came to say goodbye to myself, tightly wrapped up. I used falsehood to shackle my true self.
Not only my body, but also my soul and my love. My life, all my life.
I don’t want you to touch me gently. I just want your gentle gaze, watching me tenderly, tearing away my shyness.
3. "Mimosa" Tap the potted flower Mimosa leaves to fold up, it's really wonderful and skillful hand imitation painting of mice, the fragrant buds are swaying 4. "Mimosa" Gu Ying, who pity the wind and wipe the tears of the rolling curtain With a plain face, I am ashamed of you. I look down upon you when you come to the palace. I am lonely in my spring boudoir dream, and I am longing for it in my heart. 5. "Mimosa" The shyness of passing through the afterglow is just like Xi Shi's first appearance in the boudoir. Grass (scientific name: Mimosapudica Linn.): It is a perennial herb or subshrub of the Leguminosae family. Because the leaves react to heat and light and will close immediately when touched by external force, it is named Mimosa. Shaped like a pompom.
After flowering, pods are formed, and the fruits are flat and round. The leaves are feathery and compound, alternate and arranged in a palmate shape.
Blooming after midsummer, the flower heads are oblong and 2-3 are born in the leaf axils. The flowers are white and pink, with a bell-shaped calyx with 8 tiny calyx teeth, four-lobed petals, four stamens, and a hairless ovary.
The pods are flat, with one seed in each node, and fall off between nodes when mature. Flowering period is September.
The flowers, leaves and pods of Mimosa have good ornamental effects and are easier to survive. They are suitable for potted flowers on balconies and indoors (human consumption or excessive contact with Mimosa can also cause hair loss) . It can also be planted in gardens and other places.
Mimosa is different from other plants. When it is touched by people, its petioles droop and its small leaves close. Therefore, people understand it as "shy", so it is called sensing grass, drinking grass, and shy grass. Grass, Mimosa and Phoebe (Cantonese). Native to tropical areas of South America, it likes warmth and moisture and has average soil requirements.
2. Flower language: Flower language: Shyness The leaves of this plant will immediately close and droop when lightly touched. This will happen even if a gust of wind blows, just like a shy girl. . So its flower language is - shy.
People born with the blessing of this flower are very shy, timid and afraid of strangers. Feelings are particularly keen and self-esteem is strong.
However, if you are with someone who understands you well, you will be much more relaxed and comfortable. When making friends, you value quality rather than quantity, and you like long-term relationships. 3. Other poems: "Mimosa" - There is a mimosa growing in Shelley's garden. The youthful wind feeds it silver nectar; it opens its fan-shaped leaves to the sun, and the kiss of the night makes it close the leaves. live.
Spring rises in the wonderful garden, like the spirit of love, traces of it are felt everywhere; flowers and grass sprout on the dark breast of the earth, one after another waking up from the dreams of hibernation. But in gardens, fields, and wilderness, there is nothing like the lonely mimosa, like the doe at noon longing for the sweetness of love, trembling and panting for happiness.
First came the snowdrops, then the violets, awakening on the warm rain-moistened ground, the breath mixed with the fresh earthy smell, like the fusion of singing and instrumental music; then came the colorful anemones, The slender tulips; and the narcissus, whose beauty overwhelms all flowers. He stared into the depths of the water with his own eyes, and finally lost his life for his own beauty. The lily of the valley is like a fairy in the water. Passion makes it pale, and youth makes it bright and transparent. Passing through the delicate green shade of the pavilion, the slightly trembling flower bells are bright and bright. Purple, white, and blue hyacinths emit intoxicating bells from the flower bells. The elegant, soft, and rich music feels like a fragrant smell.
There are also roses, like fairies preparing to take a bath, unbuttoning their clothes to reveal their radiant breasts, layer after layer, exposing their souls of love and beauty to the rippling air. ; The slender lily is like the maid of Bacchus, holding the moonlight-colored cup high until the flaming star - its eyes, looking directly at the kind sky through the clear dew. There are also fragile jasmine and sweet hostas, which are exquisitely fragrant and the crown of flowers; all exotic flowers and plants from all directions grow prosperously in the garden.
The quivering broad-petaled water lily lies on the never-calm water - the gentle stream dances and glides around, shooting out light and playing sweet music. Paths covered with grass and moss zigzag through the garden, either exposed to the sunshine and gentle breeze from a short distance away, or hidden among trees in full bloom.
It is full of daisies and bluebells, as beautiful as the evergreens in mythology, and there are also various small flowers that hang down as the sun sets, forming a white, purple and blue pavilion. , to protect fireflies from night dew.
From this unspoiled paradise, those flowers (like the eyes of a baby waking, smiling at its mother, whose sweet song first lulled him to sleep and finally awakened him) when the joyful winds of heaven brought them Open, like a miner's lamp lighting up the magnificent brilliance of underground gems, each one smiles to the heaven, sharing joy under the benevolent sunshine.
Because all flowers are infected and infiltrated by the fragrance and light coming from nearby flowers, just like young lovers who are close because of youth and love are entangled and filled with each other's atmosphere. Mimosa feels love from its roots to its leaves, but it bears no fruits of love. It accepts more and loves deeper. When it is all it needs, it can devote itself completely to it - because Mimosa has no gorgeous flowers. Gifts of color and fragrance do not belong to it; it loves like Cupid, its heart is filled with passion, and it longs for only one treasure, a beauty that it does not possess! The gentle wind sheds a low and sweet sound from the unsupported wings; the flowers cast light like stars, sending their colors far away.
Winged insects, agile and free, like golden boats, swimming leisurely on the sea, full of brilliance and fragrance, flying over the shining green grass; invisible condensation clouds, like flames, stiff. Lying among the flowers, waiting until the sun rises in the sky, you will be like an elf traveling among the stars. Every fog cloud will be drunk with the fragrance; the trembling water vapor in the dark noon is like sea water soaking the warm earth, every time A sound, a smell, a light moves in it like reeds in a stream. These are like angels on mission, bringing sweet joy to the mimosa - when the daytime moves lazily, like clouds floating by. 6. Poems about grass
"Farewell to the Ancient Grass" (Ode to Grass)
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
One year old, one year old Dry and prosperous.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
Brief analysis This poem is a work that Bai Juyi became famous when he was a boy, and it is also a poem that has always been praised by people. The poet enthusiastically praises the endless vitality of the original grass, its green color and fragrant smell. The conclusion highlights the theme and gives it emotion, which makes people read it hundreds of times. Although this was created by the poet in his youth, it is still worthy of being one of the famous poems of the Tang Dynasty. The image of the couplet contains philosophy. It is a famous saying that has been recited throughout the history and has become a widely quoted motto today. 7. Poems describing cattails
1. "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The swallow grass is like silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. When you are pregnant and return home,
it is the time when your concubine has a broken heart. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
2. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
3. "Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers are hidden in the wall at dusk, and the birds are chirping. The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky.
I don’t sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind misses the jade. There will be a seal in the Ming Dynasty. How about the night?
4. "A Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.
At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
5. "Acacia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Red beans grow in the southern country, and they sprout a few branches in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
6. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.
7. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty
The orioles sing and the swallows announce the new year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi. I live in Hanyuan, next to the city, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, and the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran.
8. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fu De" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year. Wild fire, in spring.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell.
9. "Spring Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
When wearing new makeup, it is appropriate to face the Zhulou Tower, locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the courtyard. When I walked to the atrium and counted the flowers, dragonflies flew onto the jade and scratched my head.
10. "Ode to the Willow" by Tang He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
11. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
12. "Boarding at Guazhou" by Song Wang Anshi
Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
13. "Early Spring Presents Outside the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba," Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
14. "Spring in the Jade House" by Qi from the Song Dynasty
The scenery in the east city is gradually beautiful, and the wrinkled ripples welcome guests. Outside the green poplar smoke, the morning light is cold, and the red apricot branches are full of spring.
I hate the lack of pleasure when I grow up, but I am willing to love a thousand gold and smile lightly. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.
15. "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of orioles sing in the green river, and the wind of wine flags and wine flags in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
16. "Early Spring Southern Expedition to Friends in Luozhong" Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
The beauty of Chu is thousands of miles away, so travelers why bother to take credit. Traveling geese meet in the fragrant forest, and choughs are noisy in the waiting hall.
When spring comes, grass grows by the river, and flowers bloom on the water. A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year.
17. "Spring in the Jade House" by Song Xin Qiji
I want to persuade the spring to live in front of the wind, but spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city. The flowers do not fall with the water, but become floating catkins on the mud.
The stars in the mirror are wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence. When I return to my dream, I will be far away from my worries, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.
18. "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
The sun is shining brightly on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.
19. "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" by Tang Bai Juyi
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
20. "Quequatrains" Song Dynasty Monk Zhinan
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
21. "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It" by Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the door of the small buckle firewood cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. 8. Ancient poems about grass
Bamboo Branch Poems by Huang Xintian
The painted woven fans are always like clouds, and the fine grass is like a butterfly skirt of mud clusters.
What does it have to do with my daughter to be lonely and angry, and go on an outing to visit the tomb of King Yue.
Tomb of King Yue'e Zhao Zi'ang
The grass is growing thin on the tomb of King Yue'e, and it is desolate and dangerous in autumn.
The monarchs and ministers who crossed the southern border despised the country, and the fathers and elders of the Central Plains looked at the flags.
What's the point of lamenting when the hero is dead? The world will be divided and divided.
Don’t sing this song to the West Lake. The scenery of the water and the mountains is so sad.
The sky is clear and the sand is clear. Autumn is nameless.
The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees.
Under the shadow of a flying dragon, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Qingpingle. Village Dwelling Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops.
The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
The Wanderer's Song by Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the Wanderer's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Untitled Chen Jiamou
There are people in front of Shishi Mountain, and the palace of King Wu has been renovated several times.
Over the years, the moon has grown by the green trees in the village, and I have dreamed about the clear stream in the middle of the night.
The fading grasses all fall with the eyebrows, and the flying flowers chase the sound of cuckoos.
Where is the Xijia heroine now? White ramie and light rose thank the neighbors.
Farewell Wang Wei
Let’s see each other off in the mountains, where the facade of the firewood is covered at dusk.
The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons will never return.
Wuyi Alley Liu Yuxi
There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Farewell to Bai Juyi with the ancient grass.
The grass grows in the original land, withering and flourishing every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
Spring Hope by Du Fu
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. 9. Poems about grass
Wildfire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. ------Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass"
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is abundant and the bean seedlings are sparse. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. -----Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. ------Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
There are thick trees and luxuriant grass.
-----Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea"
There are Hanyang trees in Qingchuan and luxuriant grass in Parrot Island. ------Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. -----Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le·Village Dwelling"
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August. -----Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring and deep vegetation. -----Du Fu's "Spring Outlook"
There is a lonely grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. Wei Yingwu's "West Stream of Chuzhou"
The drizzle wets the stream, and the fragrant grass grows with hatred every year.
The color of grass looks far away but not close.
The song of Yan has not stopped blocking Hongfei, and the herds of horses are neighing and the grass is green.
Remember the green skirt and the green grass everywhere.
The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will never return.
The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass color is green in the curtains. Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Humble Room"
There are few willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world.
On a sunny day, the warm wind makes the wheat smell, and the green shade and quiet grass are better than the flowers.
The drizzle of rain on the wall makes the grass weep down, and the wind blows back the flowers on the water surface.
Who says that the heart of an inch of grass will repay three spring rays? Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"
The wind blows the grass and makes the cattle and sheep low - "Chile Song"
The grass is green near the water, and people with white hair can see flowers.
The toad light is dazzling, and the Qihua Yao grass is soaked in cold water.
Autumn grass grows on the road every year, and the sun sets in the building every day.
The grass grows in the original land, and it withers and grows every year. 10. What are the poems about grass?
"Early Spring"
Tang Hanyu
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close,
Tang Hanyu
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The best thing about spring is the spring, which is better than smoke and willows all over the emperor's capital
"Farewell with ancient grass"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Liliyuan Shang The grass withers and flourishes every year,
The wildfire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, the clear green connects to the deserted city,
Sends it again. The kings and grandsons are gone, and the leaves are full of love.
The pear blossoms have fallen and spring has come again, the setting sun is everywhere, the green color and smoke are old. "Su Muzhe" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty
Flowers fade easily and grass grows easily. Su Shunqin of the Song Dynasty "Inscribed on the Spring Wall of the Flower Mountain"
The thin grass is worried about the smoke, the quiet flowers are shy of the dew, and leaning on the railing is always a place of ecstasy. "Traveling on the Shasha" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
Who is in charge of the chaotic spring scenery in the golden valley every year? Where the remaining flowers fell, the ground was filled with misty rain. Song Dynasty Lin Bu's "Dian Jiang Lip"
Hate is like a fragrant grass, and it will still survive after all the luxuriant growth has been harvested. "Eight-Six Sons" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. "Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
All the peach and plum blossoms are in bloom, leaving only the green grass. "South of the City" by Zeng Gong of the Song Dynasty
Leaning alone on the railing and staring into the distance, a river of tobacco is as flat as a cut. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Xie Yi of the Song Dynasty
Even though we are tired of rain and dew, our hearts are finally ready to report the sunshine of spring. "Ying Cao" by Li Gang of the Song Dynasty
The peach and plum blossoms in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the shepherd's purse flowers are blooming in the spring at Xitou. Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky· Dairen Fu"
The thin grass shook its head and suddenly reported to the farmer, and the west wind was caught by the drape. "Wandering on the Lotus Pond in the Hot Dusk" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The flowers are like words of explanation to welcome people's laughter, and the grass grows randomly without any name. Li Peng, Song Dynasty, "Beautiful Qin Beard in Spring"
The tender green and soft fragrance are far stronger, and spring is everywhere. "Spring Grass" by Yang Ji of the Ming Dynasty
The strong grass does not rely on the strong wind, but will change when there is zero frost; the green sunflower is good at facing the day, and the sun is warm and confusing. "Lianzhu" by Wang Fuzhi of the Qing Dynasty
Children don't know spring and ask why the grass is green.
Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty, "Five Quatrains"