The old house is in the Peony Courtyard, and the new tomb is filled with pine trees and cypress trees.
As soon as you enter, you will be grateful, with a face like a hibiscus and a breast like jade.
Buy flowers
Spring is approaching dusk in the imperial city, and there is noisy traffic and horses.
When *** talked about peonies, he went to buy flowers with him.
There is no permanent price for high or low, and the reward depends directly on the number of flowers:
A hundred red flowers are burning, and five bunches of vegetables are picked up.
There is a curtain on the top for shelter, and a fence on the side for protection.
Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will remain the same.
Every family has a common practice, and everyone is confused.
There is a farm owner who occasionally comes to buy flowers.
He lowered his head and sighed, no one can describe this sigh:
A clump of dark flowers, a gift from ten households!
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
Xunyanjiang saw off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in autumn.
Cherish the Peony Flowers
Bai Juyi
Melancholy, the red peony in front of the steps has only two broken branches.
When the wind rises in the Ming Dynasty, it should be blown away. At night, the redness fades and the fire is watched.
Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple·Bai Juyi
The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Bai Juyi - "Spring Outlook in Hangzhou"
The Wanghai Tower shines brightly in the morning glow, and the embankment protecting the river is white on the clear sand.
The sound of waves sounds at the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house.
The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while the pear blossoms are blooming.
Who opens the southwest road of Husi? The grass is green and the waist of the skirt is sloping.
White Peony
The white flowers are lonely and unloved, so they are also famous as peonies.
Yingsi Donggong praised his kindness and was called a court official.
"Flowers are not flowers" by Bai Juyi:
The flowers are not flowers, the mist is not mist. It comes at midnight and goes away at dawn.
How long has it been like a spring dream? Going like a cloud in the morning, nowhere to be found.
Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
I am familiar with the scenery.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
I can’t forget Jiangnan.
Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi
The beauty of April in the human world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Pipa Play (Excerpt) Bai Juyi
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake by Bai Juyi
Below Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, while new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.
Drunk on the 11th and recall Yuanjiu by Bai Juyi
Drunk at the time of the flowers to overcome the sorrow of spring, and break the flower branches when drunk to use as wine chips.
I suddenly remembered my old friend Tianji, and planned to go to Liangzhou today.
Zhizhong Shusheng Bai Juyi
Your Excellency Silun's article is quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long.
Who is your companion when you sit alone at dusk? The crape myrtle versus the crape myrtle.
Lotus Picking Song by Bai Juyi
The rhombus leaves linger in the waves of the lotus, and the wind blows,
A small boat passes through the depths of the lotus.
When the man wanted to speak, he lowered his head and smiled.
The jasper scratched his head and fell into the water.
The Lotus in Gepu by Bai Juyi
I love the red lotus in Gepu,
I still see it yesterday.
The night wind blew it down,
I had to collect it once.
Although the flowers will bloom next year,
The sorrow of next year is still temporary.