1. Poems about flower appreciation
Ode to Plum Blossoms (Wang Anshi)
There are several branches of plum trees in the corner,
Ling Han blooms alone;
I know it’s not snow from afar,
because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Hibiscus on Qian's Pond
(Wen Zhengming)
In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end,
Hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou.
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The beauty's smile is separated by the flowing water,
The setting sun still makes me sad.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold,
The wind blows the belt Jincheng Autumn.
Looking at each other in vain hurts the old age,
There is a kind of tranquility like a pond.
Ode to Hibiscus
Southern Dynasties· Liang Shen Yue
The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves,
The light dew touches the red house.
The middle pool is so green,
Wait for me Glowing red.
Ancient style
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.
The autumn flowers bloom Green water, dense leaves and green smoke.
The beauty and pink color are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance?
Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
Lu You's Plum Blossom Quatrains
I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning wind, and the snow piles are all over the four mountains.
How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Early Plum Blossoms Liu Zongyuan
Early Plum Blossoms bloom on tall trees, reflecting the blue sky of Chu.
The late morning breeze carries the night fragrance, and the heavy frost nourishes the dawn.
I want to give you thousands of miles, but mountains and rivers separate you.
There is no need to comfort distant guests when Han Ying is in ruins.
Red Plums Su Shi
Every year the red plum blossoms are blooming, and they are about to bloom again by the riverside.
Cherish the sentimental Guan Yiling, and bring spring with your roots.
Recalling Mei by Li Shangyin
Stay at the end of the world, relying on the beauty of things.
Winter plum blossoms are the most hated ones, often used as last year’s flowers.
Newly Planted Plum Blossoms by Bai Juyi
Seven new plum blossoms have been planted by the pond, and I will check them when they are in bloom. Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers Du Fu
Huang Si’s parents’ house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi
The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Spring Day by Zhu Xi
The beautiful day brings beauty to the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.
It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors.
Don’t be afraid of peach and plum envy in Changzhou, this year will be a good year for you. 2. The ancient poems about watching flowers at night
1. The sparse shadows lie across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk.
From "Two Poems on Little Plums in the Mountain Garden. Part 1" written by Lin Bu in the Song Dynasty
All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to use the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.
Interpretation:
All the flowers have withered, but only the plum blossoms are blooming boldly against the cold wind. The bright and gorgeous scenery takes up the scenery of the small garden. Sparse shadows slant across the clear water, and a quiet fragrance floats under the moonlight at dusk. When the cold bird wants to fly down, it first takes a peek at the plum blossoms; if the butterfly knows the beauty of the plum blossoms, it will definitely lose its soul. Fortunately, I can chant in a low voice and get close to the plum blossoms. I don't have to knock on the sandalwood board to sing or drink from the golden cup to appreciate it.
2. The moon in front of the window is the same, but the plum blossoms are different.
From "Cold Night" by Du Lei of the Song Dynasty
On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is just beginning to turn red.
The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different.
Definition:
On a winter night, a guest came. He used tea as wine and asked the children to make tea. The flames in the stove began to turn red and the water was boiling in the pot. , the room is warm. The moonlight shines in front of the window, which is no different from usual times, except that there are a few plum blossoms blooming quietly in the moonlight, with a fragrant fragrance. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past.
3. The shadows of wild geese and plum blossoms are thin on the river Han. The surroundings are dust-free, the snow is flying and the clouds are rising. The night window is like day.
From "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Holding the Willow in front of the Wind" by Lu Zugao of the Song Dynasty
Holding the willow in front of the wind, I asked the barbarians if they had been there recently in the boat that day. The moon sets and the tide brings about infinite things, the scattered tea and cigarettes do not last long. The water shield remains intact. But fame is always misplaced. Who will succeed Fengliu in Fuhuang Temple? Hatred now and in the past, scratches one's head.
The wild geese shadows and plum blossoms are thin in Jiang Han, the surroundings are dust-free, the snow is flying and the clouds are rising, and the night window is like day. The world of thousands of miles is clear to the end, and it is given to the fisherman and the old man. It's also the time to write a poem. He slapped the railings fiercely and called out the gulls and herons, saying that in his year, I also fished with my hand. Fly over me, drink bottles of wine.
Interpretation:
He stretched out his hand to hold the willow silk swaying in the wind, and asked the owl and the leaf boat that day, have they been here recently? Lu Guimeng usually takes care of himself with his pen bed and tea stove, so as not to be stained by the dusty atmosphere. After more than three hundred years, it floats on Songjiang and Taihu Lake, repeating the cycle, year after year. It seems that the tea and cigarettes of this rogue scholar have not been around for a long time.
But where is Tian Suizi at this time? However, people in the world are often misled by fame and fortune. Looking at the ruined ancestral hall of Sangaotang, I wonder who in the future generations can inherit the character of Sangao? Throughout the ages, there are endless regrets, all of which are lost in scratching the head. A row of wild geese flew in the sky, and their shadows were reflected in the river. The plum blossoms on the riverside were withered, the fields were bright and clean, and there was no dust. The wind was blowing and the snow was flying. The pure white snow reflected the night windows, making it seem like daytime.
Let’s entrust this pure world to the fishing rod of the fisherman and the old man. This is just the time to inspire people to write poems. Suddenly I patted the railing of the Snow Fishing Pavilion, calling out to the gulls and herons flying in the sky, and promised to them that I would come here to be a fisherman next year. The figure of the gull passed by as we drank from the bottle of sake.
4. When spring returns, the plum blossoms in the grass pavilion begin to move, and the moon is full and the snow in the empty garden has not disappeared.
From "Two Poems on Lantern Festival. Part 1" by Wang Shouren of the Ming Dynasty
It is the Lantern Festival in my hometown, and I am sitting alone in the lonely village. I have a legacy to keep me company, and I am glad that there are no carriages and horses passing by to invite you.
When spring returns, the plum blossoms in the grass pavilion begin to move, and the moon is full and the snow in the empty courtyard has not disappeared. The lanterns in the hall are all gathered together, and the important ones should be remembered a long way away.
Definition:
Today is the Lantern Festival in my hometown, but I am sitting alone in a deserted village, lonely and deserted. Fortunately, I have the remaining scriptures to keep me company, and I am also glad that no carriages and horses are passing by to invite people to go out. When spring comes, the plum blossoms in the Cao Pavilion are the first to bloom, and the moon shines on the empty courtyard where the snow has not yet melted. At this time, the hall of my home in Yuyao was brightly lit and all the brothers were here. My parents must have missed me being alone in a far away place.
5. The trumpet blows through the little plum blossoms. The night long brings home memories.
From "The Return of Ruan Lang: Seeing Plum Blossoms among Guests" written by Zhao Changqing of the Song Dynasty
Every year, he travels all over the world. Dreams of late return are credited. The stars and moon soaked the window screen for no reason. A cold shadow slants.
The intestines are not broken, and the temples are first blooming. New to Slim and Add. The trumpet blows through the little plum blossoms. The night long brings home memories.
Definition:
I have been wandering outside for many years, traveling to all corners of the world. The sweet dream of going home always comes too late. But I saw starlight and moonlight soaking through the window screen, reflecting the oblique shadow of a plum blossom. My heart has not been broken by sorrow, but my temples have turned gray. Recently, my body has become thinner and thinner. The sound of a trumpet came from the luck place, blowing the mournful "Little Plum Blossom". The long night made me think of my distant home again. 3. What are the poems about "appreciating flowers"
1. "Ode to the Good Appreciator of Flowers" Poet: Shao Yong Dynasty: Song Dynasty
People are not good at appreciating flowers, they only love the appearance of flowers. . People may be good at appreciating flowers, but they only love the beauty of flowers. The appearance of a flower lies in its color, and the color can be effective. The beauty of flowers lies in the spirit, and no one can create the spirit.
2. "Appreciating Flowers" Poet: Zhao Kui Dynasty: Song Dynasty
People enjoy the Qingming Festival in March, and they also enjoy thousands of gardens with others. Taking the time to spend the wine on your hairpin is not like a child laughing and chatting.
3. "Appreciating Flowers in the South Garden" Poet: Shao Yong Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Get drunk in front of the flowers, and still sing to yourself when you are drunk. Don't laugh when you see flowers and a white-headed man. A white-headed man sees many flowers.
4. "Two Poems on Appreciating Flowers in Yingchuan" Poet: Chen Xiang Dynasty: Song Dynasty
I went to the suburban garden to stay in Xunmin, and there were thousands of red and purple flowers. No matter how windy and rainy the spring is, the sky is filled with brocade shops.
5. "Appreciating Flowers in the South Garden" Poet: Shao Yong Dynasty: Song Dynasty
On the third day of March, the flowers were blooming, and I went to the Spring Terrace with my relatives. If you are not drunk normally, you will be drunk at this moment. Even more drunk you can still raise a big glass.
6. "Mocking the Prime Minister Appreciating Flowers" Poet: Zhang Yin Dynasty: Song Dynasty
A good-hearted man was disabled due to his incompetence, and it was unbearable to look at the four walls. It's just that Hua Jin can't bear to cry, so why should my husband pursue happiness even more?
7. "Two Poems on Appreciating Flowers in Yingchuan" Poet: Chen Xiang Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Thousands of horses come here to build a new temple, and the new year's flowers grow on the old ones. The Emperor of the East should have taken pity on the lonely eunuch, and he returned to the brocade account shop ten miles away.
8. "Appreciating Flowers in the Temple" Poet: Guangxuan Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
The east wind brings incense from thousands of miles away, and thousands of flowers bloom toward the sun in the upper world. But Xiaoxiao is a couple with purple zhi, and they visit the immortals in the deep cave of Taoyuan.
9. "Yingzhi Flower Appreciation" Poet: Kou Zhun Dynasty: Song Dynasty
After the spring rain in Shangyuan, Chenyou is in his prime. The treasure sill is caged with flowers, and the willow color is dark in the dragon pond. The wine glass is filled with glimmering water, and the sun is late and warm. ***The song becomes the ultimate joy, and the rocking poem lasts for thousands of years.
10 "He Wanqiu Chief Appreciating Flowers" Poet: Chen Xiang Dynasty: Song Dynasty
The elegance of Yiwu's new poems flourished, and the flower spectrum was passed down for a while. There is no need to plant peaches and plums all over the county, but I am envious of the charming provincial minister. 4. Poems describing flower appreciation
1. Orchids
"Lanxi"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The Orchid River is full of green in spring, The orchids reflecting the water are fragrant in the rain.
"The Beginning of Illness"
Tangjia Island
How can I not succeed in my personal affairs? The orchid has bloomed again.
2. Plum blossoms
"Jiangmei"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The plum blossoms are broken before the wax, and there are more plum blossoms after the year.
"Plum Blossom"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains.
3. Chrysanthemum
"Late Chrysanthemum"
Tang Hanyu
When a young man was drinking, he saw chrysanthemums enthusiastically.
"Drinking New Wine"
Tang Yuanzhen
I heard that your new wine is ripe, and it is worth the chrysanthemum autumn.
4. Peony
"White Peony"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The white flowers are cold and unloved, so they also occupy the famous peony. 5. What are the poems about "appreciating flowers in autumn"
1. Song Dynasty Zhan Yu's "Changting Pavilion with Complaint and Revisiting the Hometown of Zhong'an"
Pangu Boat, Donggao Pass all over. I still remember that day, the door to the green yin was closed. There are so many clogs on the berry steps and wine stains on the sleeves. If you want to find the traces of your past, you will be melancholy and become an autumn garden. I made an appointment with someone to appreciate the flowers, but after I said goodbye, I was always in a romantic mood.
2. "Cold Chrysanthemum/Painted Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao of the Song Dynasty
The flowers are not in full bloom, but the independent and sparse hedges are not endless.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind.
3. "Partridge Sky Osmanthus" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The body is dim and light yellow, and the nature is soft, and the love is far away, but the fragrance remains. Why does it need light green and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painted lantern is crowned with Mid-Autumn Festival. Scholars can be ruthless, why can't they come to an end?
4. "Late Autumn in Chang'an/Autumn View/Autumn Eve" by Zhao Gu of the Tang Dynasty
The clouds are desolate and the dawn is flowing, and the palaces of the Han Dynasty are moving in the high autumn.
At what time is the remaining star, the wild geese cross the river, and the flute sounds and people lean against the building.
The purple half-opened fence and the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes are gone and the lotus is sad.
The perch is beautiful and does not return. It is empty to wear the southern crown and learn from the prisoner of Chu.
5. "Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Cao Xueqin of the Qing Dynasty
The heavy dew and frost are gradually falling, and the feast has just passed the light snow.
The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves.
The moon is falling on the bed, and the crickets are sick, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away.
The autumn wind will see us again next year, so don’t miss us for the time being.
What did the ancients pay attention to when appreciating flowers?
When the ancients admired flowers, they looked at the color of the flowers, smelled the flowers, and appreciated the charm of the flowers. The ancients also depended on the season when appreciating flowers, and what kind of flowers they would appreciate in which season. 6. Poems about loving flowers
■ Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into cauliflowers and nowhere to be found - Yang Wanli
■ The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom— —Bai Juyi
■ Light green flowers bloom along the snow path, and small red buds sprout from ice roots. ——Yang Wanli's "Orchid"
■ Leisure is like the shadow of Wen Jun's spring hair, as clear as ice and snow. The king should be promoted based on style, not only the fragrance is enough to spread. ——Pan Tianshou's "Picture of Orchid Stone"
■ The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed. ——Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum"
■ The flowers gradually become more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour in Qiantang Lake"
■ The rustling clothes and towels fall with date flowers, and the sound of a milling wheel is heard in the south of the village and in the north of the village. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand"
■ Returning to the boat late after having fun, I strayed into the depths of the lotus root. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream"
■ The winding path leads to a secluded place with deep flowers and trees in the Zen room. ——Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"
■ The egrets often roost early, and the autumn flowers fall even later. ——Han Hong's "Taniguchi Study Sends to Yang Buque"
■ Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen, Qing Dynasty, "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
■ The drunken moon is often the saint, and the lost flowers are of no concern to you. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Meng Haoran"
■ Heaven and man prefer to be clever, cutting water to make flying flowers.
——Lu Chang "Shocking Snow"