Two clusters of fragrant lilies and a pink Changchun.
Laugh at the old turtle house, but don't remember poverty with joy.
At the window, I set foot on the land where Xiaotushan and Hosta planted the last fragrant lily.
Fang Lan moves all over the forest, so there is no room for planting Hosta.
More begging for two clusters of fragrant lilies, the old man is still childlike in his seventies.
Guitang heterozygous land tour
Dendrobium nobile planted fragrant lilies, and Buxus buxus was cultivated in Xiaopen Mountain.
The old man is not a child, he grew up in buddhist nun!
He Xun's Qixi poems
The fairy car is stationed in Lane 7.
Phoenix falls from the sky.
The moon reflected nine small fires.
The wind blew the fragrance of lily.
Let's have a good laugh.
Tears are still stained.
Vaguely like a dragon
Nuo suddenly looks like Gao Tang.
Wordless parting.
Hehan is gradually making soup.
lily
There are many kinds of grafted leaves, and flowers are the same color.
Dew or droop, droop from the wind.
Cha Xiao
This poem was written by Cha Xiao, the third son of Xuan Di, the Emperor of the Later Liang Dynasty, describing lilies. The author painted a lily picture with clear words, beautiful sentences and light sketches. The whole poem consists of four sentences. The first two sentences are from leaves to flowers, and the last two sentences are from flowers to postures. They describe the leaves of lilies, with a fresh and natural feeling and attractive posture, just like showing the true interest and essence of lilies before our eyes.
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Lu You, a great poet, also used the mound in front of the window to plant lilies. He also shouted: "Fang Lan has moved all over the forest, so there is no room for planting Hosta, and even begged for two clusters of fragrant lilies. The old man is still childlike at the age of 70. "
The ending is modern and contemporary-Xi Murong
When spring comes again
Forgotten wild lily
Will still grow in the same valley
In the shade of fern
There will still be the fragrance of the past.
But no one
No one will remember us.
And our joys and sorrows.
As time goes by, eventually,
Only a few anonymous poems and
a brush
A faint sunset
Modern and Contemporary Mountain Lily —— Xi Murong
Don't argue with others, open it quietly.
Fragrant mountain lily
Open it quietly in my heart
No one knows it exists.
Its whiteness
Just my wanderer.
On the lonely road
I always remember with a smile.
Lily England-william blake
Shy roses are full of thorns,
Tame sheep often scare people with horns;
Lily is blindly intoxicated in love,
No thorns and horns hurt her beauty.
"Learn to dye the day lily light yellow, and several branches are exposed to the wind. It's hard to feel sorry for the world. I didn't say I planted this flower in front of the court. " Lily is shaped like a day lily, with dew and affection, standing in front of the court, making people look at its holy appearance, and when they think of its name, they can forget all unwanted troubles and trifles.
In the Tang Dynasty, Wang CuO wrote "Poems on Lily": "The lotus spring shines, supporting the steep toes of Yangshan Mountain, comparing with pods, attracting wisdom and fragrance. Ren Duan in the Tang Dynasty recorded in Miscellanies of Xiyang: "The lilies of Yuan and Hailing in the later period of Xiahou were born in front of the court, several times larger than the palm of your hand. "Lu You, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, showed endless youthful interest in planting and appreciating lilies in his later years. He wrote a poem about lily: "orchids have moved all over the forest, and there is no room for planting hosta." More begging for two clusters of fragrant lilies, the old man is still childlike. "In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi wrote the poem" Planting Shandan in front of the hall, strewn with agate plates ". Su Zhe wrote a five-character poem in "The Joy of Planting Mountain Dan": "My home is suitable for new growth, and there are several plots in the west. Planting hawthorn in autumn is gratifying when there is rain. Shandan is not a beautiful flower, and the old nursery has a profound meaning. Perennial roots can send the best products when they get the soil. The sun will rise next spring, and the profits will be rotten. " ; " The strength of building a house has been exhausted, and the work of planting flowers is still sparse. A spring rain in Shandan, bright colors moved outside the court. The last product has been counted, and the group is not as good as the group. When Yang Wanli was enjoying the flowers of Shandan, he once recited a seven-character poem: "Spring goes without fragrance, and Shandan leaves the forest at the latest." Flowers are as durable as deer onions and leaves are not as deep as peony. "
lily
There are many kinds of grafted leaves, and flowers are the same color.
Dew or droop, droop from the wind.
Learn to dye daylily light yellow,
Some branches are exposed to the wind.
It's hard to feel sorry for the world,
This flower was not planted in front of the court.
In the spring of lotus,
The steep foothills of Tuoyang Mountain.
Compared with the connection of the pod,
Draw wisdom and fragrance and draw it.
Shandan is planted in front of the hall, and agate is scattered.
Flying grass is all over the forest,
There is no room for planting Hosta.
Begging for two clusters of fragrant lilies,
The old man is over 70 years old and still looks like a child.
I am a new city in Shandong, and there are several beds in the west.
Planting hawthorn in autumn is gratifying when there is rain.
Shandan is not a beautiful flower, and the old nursery has a profound meaning.
Perennial roots can send the best products when they get the soil.
It will rise at the beginning of next spring, and the profit will be rotten.
The effort to build a house has been exhausted, and the work of planting flowers is still sparse.
A spring rain in Shandan, bright colors moved outside the court.
The last product was calculated, and the group was inferior.
Spring has no fragrance,
Shandan leaves the forest at the latest.
Flowers are as durable as deer onions.
Leaves such as peony are not very deep.
When spring comes again
Forgotten wild lily
Will still grow in the same valley
In the shade of fern
There will still be the fragrance of the past.
But no one
No one will remember us.
And our joys and sorrows.
As time goes by, eventually,
Only a few anonymous poems and
a brush
A faint sunset
Don't argue with others, open it quietly.
Fragrant mountain lily
Open it quietly in my heart
No one knows it exists.
Its whiteness
Just my wanderer.
On the lonely road
I always remember with a smile.
Shy roses are full of thorns,
Tame sheep often scare people with horns;
Lily is blindly intoxicated in love,
No thorns and horns hurt her beauty.
That's all I want to give.
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