1. Verses about the Chinese tallow tree
Verses about the Chinese tallow tree 1. Verses about the Luhuadang
White-headed tallow tree with green gauze tent
Northern wild geese are marked with ink on the horizon
Thousands of waves are dancing in the wind
The setting sun leaves thousands of leaves and people are silent in autumn
The autumn sorrow is infinite and the wild geese are leaving people
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Winter is approaching and sometimes there is snow in the morning
Spring wakes up with hundreds of flowers and willow catkins
Summer is shaded by thousands of mountains and hidden clouds
Butterflies linger in the sparse forest. Chaos,
The old dream of Han Mo Leng Zheng is broken.
Poems and paintings of Yangguan Yunling catkins,
Willows like smoke in the green moss water
Things in Jiangcun
Sikong Shu
Returning from fishing without tying up the boat, the moon sets in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.
Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of the reed flowers.
Sentences by Zhou Shicheng of the Song Dynasty Yellow reed flowers are rogue in the white moon, tallow leaves are red in autumn and pitiful.
Sentence by Zhang Yizhai, Song Dynasty: Forgetting to sleep in the reed field, when I got up, I mistakenly chanted in the snow.
Sentence by Yang Huizhi of the Song Dynasty The maple leaves are dyed with fresh frost, and the wax reed flowers are shining brightly on the bright moon.
Sentence Song Xing Kuixun The jade tiles with deep makeup are flat and without ridges, and the reed flowers are carelessly brushed and make a sound.
Sentence by Zhao Nexuan, Song Dynasty. Outside the door, the wind and bamboos settled for a moment, and the sound of oars swayed out the reed flowers.
A pair of white birds go outside the curtain, and the reeds and flowers are calm and fishing in the boat is leisurely.
West □ Song Dynasty Guo Xiangzheng There are monks and temples far and near, and there are eight or nine in West □.
The fish you get are useless, and the wine you sell is reed catkins.
Six words on Zheshan Road written by Taoist Yongcui, Song Dynasty Zhu Shu Yun Nuan Gang is in danger, and the sun is sinking and the boat is moored on the flat sand.
He went back with a sigh, and the smoke from the kitchen smoked the reed flowers in the distance.
The Fisherman by Zhu Jifang of the Song Dynasty Where is the Fisherman’s home? He is accustomed to staying among the reed flowers and never returns.
Last night it was snowing in Jiangcun, and a hundred dollars bought a coir raincoat.
Send for Review, Song Dynasty, Zhao Fan. The red maples and reeds are white, and the boat is moored at night.
Dreaming about old friends in my life, the drizzle means lovesickness.
Poem of Eight Scenes of Xiaoxiang·Goose Falling on Pingsha, Song Dynasty Zhang Jing called his lover to go down to the cold pavilion and fight for a place in the calyx of the reed.
When a fisherman passes by in the middle of the night, he gets up and flies down again.
Ten poems titled "Dunze Painting Scroll" by Wang Bai of the Song Dynasty. The river village is surrounded by dense trees, and the eyes are far away when Zhenghong is sent off.
If the dusk sky is not completely clear, who will continue the wind of reed flowers?
Photo of dead trees and fishing villages on the east slope collected by Liu Boxiang, titled Guangfu. Sun Yingshi, Song Dynasty. The setting sun geese shadow the river sky, and the bright moon reeds sleep drunkenly.
I beg you for a leaf of smoke to accompany you on the edge of Xisai Mountain.
Hearing geese by the water, Song Dynasty, Song Boren There are geese among the new reed flowers, and the water reaches the sky on all sides.
Purity is not the world, and my poems are incomplete.
Four Poems on Hezhimei Hezhou, Song Dynasty, Sima Guang In the lonely Hezhou night, the reeds surround the ruins.
The lonely guest has not slept for a long time, and the light from the window is cold.
One hundred and twenty-three verses by Shi Zuqin of the Song Dynasty The autumn air is desolate and the autumn light is dull.
The egrets fly down into the distant sky, and the bright moon looks like reed flowers.
Qianganjia, Hongzikui, Song Dynasty. Fang Yujiang is flowing red, indicating the frost and purple reed flowers.
The distant sails come silently, and the gulls pat the clear sky.
Wen Di, Song Dynasty, Dong Sigao The sea water all over the world is still shallow, but the sorrow of the isolated city is deeper.
Who is playing the flute on the boat and blowing it into the reed tree forest?
Ten Wild Walks by Chen Pu, Song Dynasty. There are several remaining willows in the flowing water, and reed flowers on the two rocks in the west wind.
A guest in the weeds worries about the long journey, and the cows bring home the crows at sunset.
Several fishing boats on the river were embarrassed by the soldiers. Yuan Hongdao, Ming Dynasty. The fishing rods are frosted at dawn, and the clothes are thin and the reeds are scattered.
Even if Yimu was not an official, he was also sent by the official.
The Fisherman, Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde collected the poles and shone red, and the autumn wind turned into hibiscus.
The person is light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed piccolo.
2. Poems describing the desolation
There is only the moon in the spring garden, which is like a falling flower for someone who has left.
The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, no one is worthy of being picked off now.
Sitting alone and leaning high in the Mingyue Tower, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation.
I never see the ancients before me, and never see the coming ones after me. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
Relatives may be sad, but others may also sing. What's the way to die? It's the same mountain as your body.
Entering my lovesickness gate, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, and short lovesickness brings endless memories.
If there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yangchun all over the place without hesitation.
Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking and unforgettable; looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!
If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.
I am alone on the bench under the moon, but no one can understand my feelings.
3. Poems about wisteria flowers
Ancient times: Wisteria flowers
Wang Shizhen
A single velvet tree forms a forest of its own, graceful and graceful. Pa Zhuo twilight.
The red bananas in the southern country will compare in appearance, and the pines and cypresses in Xiling will be of the same heart.
The rosy clouds are decorated with colorful lights, and the rain is lingering and the smoke becomes darker.
Zixue half the court president is not white, and he is throwing hairpins and chanting to each other.
Wisteria tree
Li Bai
Wisteria hangs on cloud trees, and the flowers and vines are suitable for spring.
The dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrant beauty .
Modern: Wisteria Flowers / Wen Kexin
The branches and vines of wisteria flowers
Entwined in my dreams
I look at the precipitated purple
That small bud
is my cradle
My emotions are swaying in the flower
Is it a pity?
Just like the beauty we once had
Everything that should go has gone
Everything that shouldn’t have gone has gone
Now
I am the only one
I left with Dream
Just disappeared
Those vines
Is my only thought
Purple petals
Green branches and vines
I heard
the flower fairy calling at night< /p>
There was still the sound of the piano
When I noticed it
She passed away as if she had evaporated
Another one left
Purple flowers
The cabin of life
Maybe she can really take me far away
To see the dream of the flower
< p> I just can’t bear to be separated from herJust like I can’t bear to let the people I love suffer so much
That purple seems to have spirituality
I even cried< /p>
I smiled and gently wiped away her tears
I looked up to the sky inadvertently
The sky
It was just dawn
Wisteria flower
Wisteria flower as beautiful as a waterfall
More like your soft hair shawl
Whenever I kiss the fragrance of the flower
I always want to express my feelings
I like your brilliant colors
I love you even more for your generosity and elegance
I will treasure every petal< /p>
Take it with you all over the world
It is said that fate often makes mistakes
Just be wrong. What's so scary?
Life is like flowers in four seasons
Every season will bloom beautiful flowers
If you are a snowflake in winter
I am the tall branch
I hope you fall gently on my branch
to form a more spectacular and beautiful picture
I don’t know where you want it Plant it~!
4. Poems about catkins
1. The mist is fragrant in the spring, and the snow catkins are green. ——Mrs. Zhang's "Catkins"
2. Regardless of whether peach blossoms are red or brocade is better, I hate catkins as white as cotton. ——Du Fu's "Sending Six Attendants on the Road to the Imperial Court"
3. Pine branches are used as tails, and catkins are used as silkworm cotton. ——Gu Kuang's "Reward for the Master Yong of Baita Temple in Yangzhou"
4. The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen. ——Jia Dao's "Sending Friends in the Garden on Tomb-Sweeping Day"
5. Catkins are piled on the silver plate, and the sleeves are filled with catkins. ——Bai Juyi's "Playing with Fire and Snow"
6. The elm pods can only be carried along with the catkins and wander around the empty garden. ——Han Yu's "Late Spring"
7. The tree-headed bees hugged the flowers and fell, and the fish in the pond blew catkins. ——Han Xie, "Canchun Hostel"
8. The only thing you get is catkins, but the reward is the heart of the flower. ——Li Shangyin's "Butterfly"
9. The catkins and apricot flowers cannot be left behind, and the wind sings everywhere. ——Lin Kuan's "Qujiang"
10. The catkins and snow are flying around the camp, and the door is shining with frost on the branches. ——Liu Yuxi's "A Reward to Mr. Fox for Seeing You in Spring"
11. Wheat porridge with fragrant apricot flowers and catkins accompanying the swing. ——Liu Zhongyong's "Cold Food Show"
12. The peach blossoms in Nanpu are sub-red, and the catkins by the water are blown by the spring breeze. ——Meng Jiao's "Nanpu Chapter"
13. The afterglow of the cave gate and high pavilion is reflected, and the peach and plum trees are overcast and the catkins fly. ——Wang Wei's "Repaying Guo for Giving"
14. The pear blossoms should be broken, and the catkins will fly by themselves. ——Qi Ji's "Walking to Friends on a Cold Food Day"
15. Peach blossoms fall all over the ground in spring, and catkins pile up in piles of snow. ——Liu Jian's "Fangchun"
5. Poems about the red wall
Poems about the red wall
Jiang Shenzi/Jiang Chengzi (Chao Buzhi)
I met Zao Meifang for the first time last year. A busy spring. Short red wall. Immediately, I can't help but feel crazy.
Su Jin's Changzhai is a good thing. He calls me and lifts his wine cup. This year’s spring is even more uncertain. Light palace makeup. Heartbroken. A little sentimentality, a God-given fragrance in the bones. I have Fei Fu Xian Ling Yin to pass with me to Xiaohengtang.
Zhazi (Chao Buzhi) was born
The palace was jealous of Emei, so he resigned from the throne after ten years. The green sleeves are afraid of the cold weather, and there is no one to repair the bamboo. I'm approaching your home today, and I'm looking at the fragrant carriages. A piece of water is like a red wall, and there is no way to express hatred.
The Qingyu Case (Chao Buzhi)
He did not report to the capital for ten years. Trust the horse and be shy about the road. Yufu's Liluan is still young. On the flower head of the palace, at the bottom of the smoke of the royal furnace, it is usually early to return home early. Xia Bo turned his hands and all the immortals laughed. Hate the dust and grow old easily in this world. White worry occupies Tongting Yao. The red wall is blocked by the sky, the green smoke is locked, and the drizzle is confusing the fragrant grass.
Daiying (Li Shangyin)
Originally, Yinhan was separated by a red wall, which separated the white jade hall of the Lu family.
Whoever reports the news to Wang Chang knows the thirty-six mandarin ducks.
Crying in the Night (Liu Ying)
The willows linger far away from hatred, and the soul of dreams lingers around the pear blossoms. Qingshan remembers Zhang Taiyue, and the jade whip is slanted on the way back. The crow marks are printed on the sleeves of the green mirror, and the gauze is covered with ink on the red wall. Meeting each other brings endless memories, spring thoughts enter the pipa.
Shuqingyuan (Qianlong)
The stone path leads to the flowing spring, which is a wonderful exploration of Xiao Youtian.
The hanging trees produce ice and rain, and the warm jade creates smoke.
Kneel down and surrounded by red walls, surrounded by purple pavilions.
It is better to be in a deep green place, with a quiet and secluded house.
Sudden Mountain Stream (Anonymous)
Paying attention to Li and silent luck can linger in people's places. It is clear that the Jade Rui Fairy lives alone in the village stream and the moon dock. The icy cheeks and temples are exposed, which is perfect in the West Lake. The moon rises early and the snow subsides late, and the red wall immediately begins. The cold tips are slightly calyx, with a little bit of fly head. If you want to expose your little sandalwood heart, it seems that you are afraid, so you give it red and purple. The fragrance that returns to the soul is fine, and it can hang alone to wake people up. Linze country, blowing in the breeze, and chanting Li Sao lines.
6. Poems describing palm trees
1. The leaves are like new PU green, and the body is like a mess of brocade.
From "Ode to the Palm Tree" by Xu Zhongya, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original poem
"Ode to the Palm Tree"
The leaves are like new pudding Green, the body is like a mess of brocade. Let me peel you off thousands of times, and your spirit will soar to the sky.
Translation
The leaves are like new bulrushes, and the body is like brocade cloth tangled randomly. No matter how you peel off the brocade cloth again and again, your expression will not change.
2. The black tallow trees are tall and the palm trees are low, and the empty ears are pecking the yellow chickens
From the Qing Dynasty poet Yao Xie's "Two Quatrains in Jingli No. 2"
Original poem
"Two Quatrains in Jingli, Part Two"
The tallow trees are tall and the palm trees are low, and the empty steps are left with ears pecking at yellow chickens. I know that the guest has a dream of returning to his hometown, and he will cry at the end of the night at the west wall.
Translation
The tallow trees are taller and the palm trees are lower. Yellow chickens peck at the empty steps. Knowing that the guest has a dream of returning home, he is so slow that the sky above the west wall cries.
3. The wind rustles the cold brown trees, and the moon enters the frosty boudoir.
From "Alone But Not Seeing" by Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai
Original poem
"Alone But Not Seeing"
Whose son does the white horse belong to? Huanglong Frontier fortress.
There is three feet of snow in the Tianshan Mountains, how can it be when traveling far away.
Spring hydrilla suddenly autumn grass, partridge crows in the west pond.
The wind rustles the cold brown trees, and the moon enters the frosty boudoir.
Reminiscing about the year I parted from you, I planted peaches as close to my eyebrows as a moth.
The peaches are now more than a hundred feet tall, and the flowers have fallen into dead branches.
Finally, I can’t see you alone, and I know that I am empty of tears.
Translation
The young man riding gracefully on the white horse is a young man from whose family, he is a conqueror who has made meritorious service in the Longcheng frontier garrison. It's freezing cold today in Tianshan Mountains, and the snow is three feet thick. How can this be a good time for a long trip? The cymbidium orchids in spring suddenly withered and turned into autumn grass, and the beauty in the boudoir has also reached her twilight years. In this lonely late autumn, the sound of squeaking shuttles came from the Quchi.
It was the sound of the wind blowing the cold shuttle, and the moon was accompanied by clear frost, which further revealed the infinite sadness of a woman living deep in her boudoir in autumn. She still remembers the year she separated from her husband, the peach tree planted in front of her door was as tall as her eyebrows. Now the peach tree is more than a hundred feet tall. After decades of flowers blooming and falling, many branches have withered. She never saw her husband return, and only sad tears flowed in vain.
4. The vast and smoky scenery is sparse, and the dark and dense brown trees are dense.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Shen's "Composition at Lingyun Temple in Terengganu Province"
Original poem
"Composition at Lingyun Temple in Terengganu Province"
< p> Outside the temple, there are flying birds, green peaks and Zhu towers.Fighting against the wall and jumping into the air, I was so happy that I climbed to the top.
I know that the universe is vast, just look down at the three rivers.
On a clear day, you can see Emei, as if floating on the waves.
The scenery is vast, the smoke is sparse, and the dark brown trees are dense.
I wish to cut off the middle edge of the area and travel away from the world forever.
The returning wind blows into the tiger's den, and the raindrops act like dragon's rays.
The monk's room was covered with clouds and the summer moon was cold.
When I approached Guo, I saw only a few sailing boats.
There is no clue to victory, and the palace in heaven can be flooded.
An official is in full compliance with the law, and it makes people sad to want to go.
Translation
The courtyard is higher than the flying birds, with a red tower on top of the green peak. Following the cliff to mid-air, I climbed to the top of the mountain with joy. I felt that the universe suddenly opened up, and I looked down at the surging water of the three rivers.
The sky is bright and clear, and looking at the eyebrows in the distance, it seems like they are floating on the waves. The smoke shrouded the atmosphere and the trees were lush all around.
I am willing to cut off the fate of this world and roam outside the world forever. The whirlwind blew through the tiger's den, and the rain showers fell from time to time. There are misty clouds between the temples, and there is a cool breeze in summer. Looking down at the surrounding city nearby, and looking at the three fishing boats in the distance. It’s hard to see all the beautiful scenery in front of you, and you can stay in the heavenly palace for as long as you want. Being an official is not worth mentioning, but I feel sad when I resign and leave!
5. The medicine strips are moist and green, and the color is past the brown pavilion and enters the grass pavilion.
From "Four Quatrains·Fourth" written by Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu
Original poem
"Four Quatrains·Fourth"
< p> The medicinal strips are moist and green, and the color is past the brown pavilion and enters the grass pavilion.The seedlings are all over the empty mountain and they are ashamed to be praised, and their roots are cowardly in the gaps.
Translation
The branches and leaves of the medicinal herbs grow lush green, and the green color spreads across the palm pavilion and into the grass pavilion. I am not worthy of the reputation of "empty mountains full of seedlings", for I am afraid that their roots will not be able to take shape in the dry and cracked soil.
7. Poems about the plow
1. The mandarin ducks sleep in pairs at night, and a pear tree presses the begonia. (Su Dongpo)
2. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. (Cen Shen)
3. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. (Bai Juyi)
4. The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are dark green. When the catkins fly, the city is filled with flowers. (Su Dongpo)
5. The red sleeves are woven and the persimmon stems are praised, and the green flag is selling wine while the pear blossoms are blooming. (Li Shangyin)
6. Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be leaning on the railing next year? (Du Mu)
7. The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. (Liu Fangping)
8. Although the old mountains are here, it doesn’t matter, and I want to spend the late spring in Chang’an. A pear tree and a stream of moon, I wonder who it belongs to tonight? (Anonymous "Miscellaneous Poems")
9. Open the red lips, the golden wind blows the cinnamon seeds, calls out the residual dreams, and the gentle rain of pear blossoms. ("Jade Butterfly")
10. Xueling Songbian Road, Yuehan Lake Village. Misty pear blossoms enter the dream cloud. Patrol, the small eaves are fragrant and the trees are spring. Jiang Mei Xin, a green bird crows to people. ("[Nanlu] Jinzi Jing·Meibian" by Xiaoling, Wuzhen, Yuan Dynasty)
The above is for reference.