Poem about Zhu Mei and Lan Ju 1. Poems by Zhu Mei Lan Ju
Autumn shrubs are like Taoist priests? Time and time again, the fence began to tilt. Isn't chrysanthemum the first choice among flowers? This flower is even more flowerless ? Yuan Zhen's chrysanthemum?
Is the west wind full of plants? Cold butterflies are hard to get. What if I am Di Qing in the future? Newspapers and peach blossoms bloom together. ? Huang Chao's Singing Chrysanthemum
Zhong Fang shook off the sole? Bring the scenery to the small garden. Thin shadow horizontal oblique shallow water? Dim fragrance floats in the dusk. Frostbird wants to get a sneak peek? Pink butterflies are like acquaintances. Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare? Don't need sandalwood * * * golden urn. ? Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden?
How many plums are there in the corner? Ling cold drives alone. Know from a distance that it's not snow? Because of the faint fragrance. ? Wang Anshi's plum blossom
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On the top of Qian Shan? The deep seam that highlights the rock is wonderful and fragrant. There are no clouds under your feet, are there? Do you know each other?
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You got a lot of people to know? The fragrance only lingers. No respect from a gentleman? It's not the decline of national fragrance. How early is the Millennium? The spring breeze came late. How about making road grass What does Pink Man want?
A kind of bamboo
Silence in the night breeze? Indifferent to life, always willing. Don't be romantic with * *? Who is like the eternal blast?
Don? Du Mu's title of Hsinchu
How many beautiful stems are there? Green smoke spots in the evening. Break the cold window dream? Roots wear green moss lines. Gradually cage when the threshold? Think of it in eight scenes. Not a guest of Yin Shan? Who loves this gentleman?
Plum blossoms are light and bright, and ink shadow is the reflection of the porch window. Spring breeze didn't wait for snow to dye Lin Weng's hair.
The blue valley is faint, one stalk is long, and the moonlight is cold and bright. I have been smoking clothes with the nobles for three to five years.
The shadow of the bamboo sun is cool and dances with the breeze. The color of the frost sword is difficult to change. I don't want to wait for the flowers.
Chrysanthemum rustling, west wind Xiao Shuang, purples, purple hair, busy enjoying flowers, poet Mo Tao, farmhouse music, Qiu Guang wins spring scenery, and autumn bushes are like Taoist priests? Time and time again, the fence began to tilt. Isn't chrysanthemum the first choice among flowers? This flower is even more flowerless ? Yuan Zhen's chrysanthemum
2. Mei Ju's poems
Plum Blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Lin Bu, Xiaomei, a mountain garden, has a variety of customs.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues. Song Qi, the fallen flowers turn red, each with its own injuries, and the brothel forgets the misty rain.
I can fly and dance in the air, and I have turned into half makeup. Haike returns the pearl with tears, while Zhangtai people leave their bones fragrant.
Maybe I didn't mean to pass on two butterflies, so I paid my heart and honey room. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem (Wang Anshi). Fahua likes to see plum blossoms when he is looking for spring, and a tree is piled with snow.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. In the Sanqu Road, there are plum blossoms and sunny days, but the streams are full of mountains.
The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came. The plum blossom quatrains (land tour) are full of flowers and clear winds, and snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? Li Lang's poems were once full of lovesickness, and the most infatuated place was the most affectionate place.
Three thousand trees inhabit the lonely mountain, and this branch is the mountain ridge. Qiu Jin's Mei meets and misses once, and the most affectionate place is the most spoony.
There are 3,000 trees under the lonely mountain forest, and this branch is frost-resistant. To Ye Fan, to Lukai, to Song Dynasty, to Song Dynasty.
There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely.
Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.
Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is all north, and flowers bloom late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
Plum blossom quatrains (the third) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity between flowers is. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.
Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school.
I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely.
Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy.
If the plum blossom can blossom on time next year, I hope it can bloom on the spring terrace of people's love. Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! .
Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps.
(Wang Shuhua, Senior Two) On a cold night, visitors come to take tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and fiery red. As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea. Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken.
A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease. No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it.
Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?
Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man.
The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
"Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away. A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village.
It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers. Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers.
Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year. There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now.
Feng Zizhen, the West Lake Meiyuan, is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and Liuqiao Romantic Month is a bosom friend. Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity.
Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond. I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most.
Inscription: Mo Meiyuan, Tao, Chu Shi's home is in Mingyue Mountain, where the lake is cold and soaked in jade. It seems that the vertical and horizontal pens and iron rings of the seal have become flowers.
Yangshan road, Zhongyuan stone is good at staying in the rain, fighting for points in spring, and flying over the ancient grave. Seeing people living in the deep dock, Meihua stopped opening the door around the house.
Title Plum Blossoms Wang Qing Shen Shi planted one or two rows of plum blossoms in the yard, and the paintings were hollow and sparsely clothed. The snow and ice melt, the moonlight adds white, and the east wind smells sweet one day.
The early Mei Qing Ningdiaoyuan Pill was full of color and shame, and saw the spirit from the end. Deep in the western hills, under the pale cliff, you don't need to borrow springs when you count.
The strange fragrance of Kumeiqing Wuqi touched Duan Lin, and it has been booming for a hundred years. Try your best to clean up the essence, leaving only bones for others to see.
Inscription Li's plum blossom did not sprout on this day. It was a painter named Zhuan Gankun. The spring breeze at the bottom of the pen is endless, and it will bloom forever.
The inscription of "Mei Qing Li Fangying" is new ink, and some plum blossoms are the cutest. I am willing to ride the wind to the distance, and my hometown will be a spring.
Meiyue's wife can withstand the ice and snow on the ground, and the flowers on her head are fragrant. The breeze has its own fairy bones, so Leng Yan might as well go to Yutang.
And my wife, Mei Qing, Yu Yue's yard is dust-free and frosty at night, so it's not easy to smell. Dream of Luofu on a cold night is better than the east slope of Tang Xue.
Exploring Yuan's tomb in the rain, exploring Mei in the rain is still alive, and the stone shovel is sonorous. Clouds appear at first sight, and Songtao Rock slides.
Rhyme should be in the meditation couch, and you love the garden. Looking at the vast Xiang Xue, my mountain is a good title.
Plum fall, gentle breeze and drizzle, lingering fragrance in the desert. The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies like a cloud.
There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies.
Gao Qi Qiongzhi, a plum blossom poem, is only planted in Yaotai, who planted it everywhere in Jiangnan. The snow is all over the mountain, and the moon is under the forest.
3. Meiju's poems
Mei Ju is commonly known as the Four Gentlemen. Because they are neither too hot nor too cold, they like to talk like gentlemen, so they are called Four Gentlemen. Bamboo wind blows, and purple chrysanthemums float lightly.
Wang Anshi's plum blossom
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Li Bai's Ancient Style in Tang Dynasty
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?
Tang Du Mu's title of Hsinchu
A few stems are beautiful and jade-colored, and smoke at dusk.
The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line.
Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to get eight curtain clouds.
If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman?
Don Huang Chao's Ode to Chrysanthemum;
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.
Plums need to be white, but snow loses their fragrance.
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4. Mei Zhu Ju Lan's poems
Autumn shrubs are like Taoist priests? Time and time again, the fence began to tilt.
Isn't chrysanthemum the first choice among flowers? This flower is even more flowerless ? Yuan Zhen's chrysanthemum? Is the west wind full of plants? Cold butterflies are hard to get.
What if I am Di Qing in the future? Newspapers and peach blossoms bloom together. ? Huang Chao's Ode to Chrysanthemum is full of fragrance. Bring the scenery to the small garden.
Thin shadow horizontal oblique shallow water? Dim fragrance floats in the dusk. Frostbird wants to get a sneak peek? Pink butterflies are like acquaintances.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare? Don't need sandalwood * * * golden urn. ? Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden? How many plums are there in the corner? Ling cold drives alone.
Know from a distance that it's not snow? Because of the faint fragrance. ? Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom painted Lan Qing and Zheng Xie on the top of Qian Shan? The deep seam that highlights the rock is wonderful and fragrant.
There are no clouds under your feet, are there? Do you want to know each other or not? Do you want to stay in Youlantang and Cuitu? The fragrance only lingers. No respect from a gentleman? It's not the decline of national fragrance.
How early is the Millennium? The spring breeze came late. How about making road grass What does Pink Man want? Bamboo is silent in the evening breeze? Indifferent to life, always willing.
Don't be romantic with * *? Who is like the Tang Dynasty? How many beautiful stalks are there in Du Mu's Hsinchu Topic? Green smoke spots in the evening. Break the cold window dream? Roots wear green moss lines.
Gradually cage when the threshold? Think of it in eight scenes. Not a guest of Yin Shan? Who loves this gentleman? Plum is light, bright and dark. The spring breeze in the porch window is not waiting for snow to dye Lin Weng's hair. The long blue valley is faint, and the long moonlight is cold and bright. The shadows of the trees are cool and breezy. It is difficult to change the color of the frost sword. I have no intention of waiting for the flowers to wither. Chrysanthemums are rustling in the west wind, and first frost is red and purple. I am busy enjoying the flowers. Qiu Guang, a farmer, wins the spring scenery, and the autumn bushes are like Taoist priests. Time and time again, the fence began to tilt.
Isn't chrysanthemum the first choice among flowers? This flower is even more flowerless ? Yuan Zhen's chrysanthemum.
5. "Flower Four Gentlemen" Poems by Blue Plum, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum
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Butterfly dance is full of charm,
The fragrance of Shuangzhai overflowed the cold winter.
Jia Yan forgot both as jade,
Besides thinking about the Chinese New Year.
The plum ice tray is light with traces, and the elegant tone is clear and dreamy.
Meet at the end of the year, if you hate each other, you will be alone in the twilight. A kind of bamboo
Green branches shake shadows to send Feng Yun,
The pen melts lightly.
Water the piano,
Keep it in mind with you.
Keywords chrysanthemum, frost, wind, jade horn, sweet sleep,
Pale yellow flowers leaned against the fence.
Regardless of the theory of ancient and modern sages,
The world is full of taste and happiness.
"Mei" by Si Jue and Jade Bird/Liu Xiangfa couldn't bear Mark of Xia Zi,
A flute, a cloud, and the soul of Cheng Yan.
Back to the old dream of Xiang Xue,
The full moon flows to send dusk.
6. There are 10 famous poems about blue plum, bamboo and chrysanthemum.
Song Fan Chengda's "Chrysanthemum after the Double Ninth Festival" is wet and dew, and it shines in front of the golden house and sand. The world is not high-spirited, but only sees flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. Song Luyou's "September 12 Folding Chrysanthemum" is peerless, and the Double Ninth Festival is wrong. The later you drive, the more frosty you look, and the more you laugh at the way children behave. Song Mei Yao Chen's Broken Chrysanthemum is out of date, although it has a golden core. I can still love this work in the evening festival. I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind. Jin Yuanhao asked "Give October Chrysanthemum". Chou-heung used to be given to poets, but today it is given to good families on the evening festival. It doesn't mean that the plum blossom will fade away after the west wind has lasted for a long time. Zhou's Chrysanthemum began to blossom in autumn, but it flourished from indifference. The west wind gate is full of incense, except for Taoist priests. Chrysanthemum is a country of wind and frost, not chrysanthemum outside spring. Yin Mingtang's "Chrysanthemum Home" spits deep bushes into three paths, and Xuanshuang falls into the blue sky overnight. How many people haven't returned to the horizon, so we have to borrow the hedge to watch the autumn wind. There are more than 100 kinds of famous chrysanthemums in Dong's "Appreciating Chrysanthemums", with beautiful flowers and beautiful flowers. Autumn outside the garden is pale, and spring is spinning in front of you. Who is responsible for nature? Diligent, intelligent and self-professional. Invited guests * * *; Chen Yi's "Autumn Chrysanthemum" Autumn Chrysanthemum can Ao Shuang, and the wind and frost are very bad. This property is cold-resistant, but what can it do? The chrysanthemum poem in a dream of red mansions is a must. Please enjoy chrysanthemum poems in the Red Chamber Art Garden. When chrysanthemums look at the west wind and meditate, when reeds are red and white and heartbroken, there is no trace of the old garden in autumn, and the thin moon is bright and clear. I miss my heart and go with the goose, but I seldom sit and listen to the anvil. Who has pity on my yellow flower disease and comforts me? Bye-bye. -Where is the autumn outside the fence in Wu Heng? Wax bricks come from afar, and cold songs are not enough. If the yellow flower helps the poet, he will not lean on the stick today. -Prince Hongyi planted chrysanthemums with a hoe and moved to the autumn garden, so he planted chrysanthemums in front of the fence. He lived in the rain unexpectedly last night, but today he still likes to bring frost. He coldly sang thousands of autumn poems, drank a glass of Leng Xiang wine and sealed it with spring mud. Qiu Guang wasted time to live up to her expectations, so she might as well cherish an inch of shade than before. -an old friend sleeps in the summer, offers chrysanthemums, plays the piano and drinks. Tingting plays you in several cases. Sitting there, the incense was divided into three ways, and the book thrower had another new dream about autumn. It's cold in the nursery, and the sun is going down. I think of my previous trip. Because of the same smell, I am proud of the world, but Chunfeng, Peach and Plum didn't stay for long. After Tao's chapter, the eternal blast talked about this day. -Princess Xiaoxiang loves painting chrysanthemums and poems. Is it a contest between painters and painters? Picking leaves splashes a thousand dots of ink, leaving flowers stained with frost. A light and thick god will reflect the wind and get rid of the fragrance of autumn-born wrists. Don't think Dongli is idle, post a screen chat to comfort Chongyang. -Constantly asking Chrysanthemum about autumn love, everyone doesn't know, mumbling to knock on the fence: Who is lonely and proud? Late to blossom? Why is the garden lonely? Will red laurel be lovesick? If the whole world is silent, why not talk for a while? -Princess Xiaoxiang is busy with the chrysanthemum bottle, so you can't recognize the makeup in the mirror. Chang 'an's son is fond of flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a heavy drinker. His short temples are cold and stained with three dew, and Jin Xiang is stained with nine autumn frost. When he is in high spirits, his eyes will smile at the roadside. He will clap his hands and get off. -Xia Zhen's old friends gather in the dream fence, and the clouds are unclear and there is a month. When you go to see the fairy, you have to admire Zhuang Sheng butterfly, but when you recall the past, you still look for pottery. When you sleep, you will be angry with the goose. When you wake up, who will complain: the grass withers and the smoke dies! -Princess Xiaoxiang's residual chrysanthemum dew frost gradually fell again, and the banquet was exhausted before the light snow. The pedicel is fragrant with gold, and the branches are leafless. Half a bed falls on the moon, and Wan Li and Leng Yun are in full swing. Meet in the autumn wind next year, and leave for the time being. -Tang Du Mu, a guest bamboo, wrote "The Topic of Hsinchu", with a few beautiful stems and smoke in the evening. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear moss lines. Gradually, when the cage becomes a threshold day, I want to get eight curtain clouds. If I am not a guest of Yin Shan, who will love this gentleman? [3] In the evening breeze, bamboo is silent and sweet forever. The romantic relationship with * * * "bamboo" is hard to say: the south wind came today and the bamboo in front of the yard was disturbed. The tenor is very low and the blades touch each other. The wind and snow are bleak and can't be humiliated. The wind and bamboo have returned, and the jade is scattered. So there are no mountains today, and the autumn rain is barren. The gentleman knew whether he was healthy or not, so he swept the south porch green. -written by yuan feng is vulgar and incurable. Others laughed at this and looked as tall as a fool. If you don't chew, how can there be Yangzhou cranes in the world? Su Shi's Selected Orchid Poems Note: Fu Xuan's Poems on Qiu Lan reflects the autumn Yaochi, and the water in the pond is fragrant. Lotus blooms with the wind, and there are two mandarin ducks in it. Pisces is enthusiastic, and when two birds are together, they will return to Xiang. I have been wearing the same clothes as my concubine in June.
7. There are many famous sentences in China's ancient poems praising Zhu Mei Lanju Bureau. Can you write two sentences?
May: I'm not talking about fighting for spring, but everyone is jealous.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Modest bamboo has curved leaves, and proud plums are not spent on its back.
Bamboo: Eating without meat is better than living without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable.
Bamboo leaves are green and refuse to be yellow, and branches are resistant to severe frost. In Zhaosu, where everything is spring, bamboo shoots are even more busy.
Lan: There are beautiful women in the empty valley, and suddenly I feel lonely.
When the east wind blows, it smells far away.
Painting more spring breeze is worthless, and a sapphire is half a branch.
Birds in the rising sun forest in the mountains support acacia in February.
Zhu: Until September 8th in Qiu Lai, I will kill all the flowers when they are in bloom. 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.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind.