1. Verses about chrysanthemums, and verses about orchids
Orchid poetry and Zhao Jixing use orchid rhyme in three Song Dynasty-Liu Zai to break the solitary fragrance of hundreds of flowers, and the good fortune has a restrained effect.
There is nothing going on in the common hall, and a branch is emitting a fragrance to each other. And Zhao Jixing used three orchid rhymes to express his gratitude to Qunfang in the rock valley and thank the light and wind for carrying it forward.
If you are a poet, you don’t have to worry about dressing up. The traveler is more interesting and fragrant. And Zhao Jixing used three orchid rhymes in three poems.
Luoyang Yao Wei Kong increased the price, and it was shameful that Yankuma had the national fragrance. The orchid has a long body, large leaves and towering leaves. Although it grows in different places, it smells the same.
The whole Anqi stream is green, and the arrow sand is red. It is well-known in Xiang Sao Jing for a long time, and it is necessary to obey when you know the truth.
I heard that there is another kind of orchid in my family, which came from Jianjin Bay.
The leaves are like a strong man's crown hair, and the flowers are like a fairy's face. The seniors in the group are more than plum blossoms, and most of their friendships are between chrysanthemums.
I have also been a cultivator throughout my life, so I begged for the hills of Orchid Town. Orchid of the Song Dynasty - Wang Mai Seeing the cold spring in the mountain hall, I felt very happy when I opened my bag of political poems.
Xiao Li is clearly aware of the differences between important guests and Yilan is a beautiful woman. Zhixu Bo all went to wear it, all he needed was the fragrance and delicious food.
A branch of light falls on the chrysanthemum, which makes people look at it. Orchid Song-Yang Wanli Protects the rain with heavy film, frost and early spring.
San Feibi snapped her fingers and turned her lips purple with a smile. Ye Zhuyuan is doing the same thing, and Guan Mei is predicting his neighbors in the evening.
Flowers without children are particularly fragrant. Two Orchids: In spring, the orchid buds grow extraordinarily long, and they don’t hang low with the red leaves.
After the plum blossoms fade, you know who will succeed them, and they will give you the lingering fragrance of the flowers. Two poems about orchids: The moss is soaked by the meandering water, and the ink left by the right army is chanting clearly.
The harmonious breeze of Huihui is not the same as before, and the fragrance of Shanyin is still there today. Planting orchids during the Song Dynasty and Zhao Dynasty. The deep forest is thin and the paths are proud and the morning is dark. The teeth are thinning and the energy is sparse and the bones are still there.
Who moved the Nine Wans to the Cape of Flame, and half of the court was newly repaired by the cold cloud marks. The gardener knows that the leaves are not from Zhang, and the poet knows that the flowers are from Chu and Wei.
From then on, the fragrance of the country continued, and the land was full of splendor and splendor, and children and grandchildren grew up. Orchid Chapter The sun is warm and the sky is bright, and the fragrance is clear and the blue orchid is overflowing.
The latent posture is like a black musk deer, and the quiet flowers are like red sandalwood. The green radish supports the neighbors, and the white valley warms the cold.
Xuansheng was not in tune, and Xiang sighed for a long time. Although the green beetle covers the outside, chastity will eventually be completed.
How do you know that in life, you will gain the view of a gentleman at death? Mixed with Qingyao Zhi and served on a white jade plate.
The spiritual wind is recommended at dawn, and the clear dew is at the beginning of the night. At this time, there is no knowledge, and the parallel and Luo are in chaos.
The peach and apricot blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, as if they are blooming like clouds. Just beautify and praise Pizi, and spend a lot of gold to buy songs and rejoice.
Abandon the other and make the center peaceful. I wish to marry a beautiful woman and forget to eat while playing.
Smell the fragrance of orchids on the pond. The valley is deserted, but the orchid flowers are fragrant. Looking for roots, I can't find them. The thatch grows like a human being.
Orchid There is no one in the empty mountain, but there are orchids. The flowers are invisible and the fragrance is clear and pleasant.
The flying current flows down dangerous cliffs, sometimes covered by cross winds. The fragrance has not been smelled for a long time, and the mountain is deep and the road is full of worries.
The grass is so green that it glows brightly with the morning glow. How close it is, as small as the end of the sky.
Sitting on a white stone with a musical instrument, I sighed three times at dusk. Pavilions and pavilions come and go, and the solitary fragrance is empty and fragrant.
The beauty doll took a look and was transplanted to the atrium. The atrium is full of flowers and trees, with red and purple brocade screens.
One stem only has one flower, so why serve Yin Xing? I also think about Jiuwan Zi, who is weak and lonely.
In the cloud window and foggy pavilion, how cool are the sparse strings? Don't lament that there are few close friends, but the voice of hope is hard to hear.
Poems about orchids: It’s admirable to break off the stems. When you enter the house, you will become fragrant.
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Three Orchids of Dendrobium Three Flowers from the Song Dynasty - Yang Wanli Light green flowers bloom on the snowy path, and small red buds sprout from the everlasting roots. He was born without peaches and plums in the spring breeze, and his name was in the family of a scholar in the mountains and forests.
Jiang Leipu Hui is not my wife, so I will pay the scholar a certain amount of money.
Picking Orchids in the Song Dynasty - Shi Wenjue Chu Fang has a quiet appearance, and the picking is swift and full. The fragrance fills the lapel and sleeves, and I want to send it to those who share the same heart.
The road is far away, so who is Yu Huai writing for. I admire Lin Xiayou, who loves himself and is wild. 2. Ancient poems describing chrysanthemums and orchids.
Verses about chrysanthemums by Huang Chao "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the stamens are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with a peach blossom blooming everywhere. "Chrysanthemums" by Huang Chao When autumn comes on September 8th, hundreds of flowers will bloom after I bloom. The incense soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is wearing golden armor. "Chrysanthemums" by Yuan Zhen The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and grow all around the fence. incline.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. Zheng Gu's "Chrysanthemum" Wang and Sun don't compare the branches to the basil. For nine days, the branches are close to the mane.
The dewy autumn fragrance fills the pond bank, which is why I don’t envy the tall tiles and pines. Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden dimple in front shines on the sand.
Children of the world have no charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" After climbing high, the chrysanthemums are still new, and drunkards and poets no longer know anything.
Just like retreating from a chariot, a snobbish person cannot get married. "Chrysanthemum" by Liu Kezhuang: Shyness is the same as the beauty of spring flowers, cultivated diligently and waiting for the west wind.
There is no need to lead Yuan Ming to this, just divide the fence and get a few clumps. "Cold Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao The flowers are not in bloom, but they are independent and interesting.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than fall into the north wind! Chen Pei's "Slender Chrysanthemums for a Little Maid" The thin chrysanthemums are built according to the steps, and the eaves are deep and difficult to expose. Mo Yan's foundation is weak, and his feet are cold in autumn.
Zhu Shuzhen's "Yellow Flowers" Native flowers can be white or red, and you can love this work in the late festival. I would rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind.
Tao Yuanming Drinking - Part 5: The house is in a human environment, without the noise of horses and carriages. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. Li Qingzhao compared himself with chrysanthemums and wrote, "After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose your soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Liu Yuxi and Linghu Xianggong played with white chrysanthemums Every chrysanthemum is all yellow, and the beam garden is as lonely as frost. Yingjing Zhenqi tree, clearly facing the Yutang.
The immortals wear snow cloaks, but the plain girls do not wear red clothes. White butterflies are hard to see when they arrive, but linen clothes are even more fragrant when brushed.
The feather fan shakes to the wind, and the dew drops drop from the nectar. The high beauty covers the silver well, and the branches cover the elephant bed.
Guicong is ashamed and confused, and Mei Rui is jealous of Xianfang. One person chants Yaohua and plays music from then on.
Yuan Song Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemums are planted on the secluded cliffs, promoting the beauty of Linghan. Spring dew does not stain it, autumn frost does not change its stripes.
Bai Juyi's White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival Banquet. The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary cluster in the middle that looks like frost. It still looks like today's singing and drinking banquet, where the young people are playing.
Recalling Ju Heng Wu Jun (Xue Baochai) Looking at the west wind and feeling depressed, when the polygonum is red and the reeds are white, when the heart is broken. The empty fence and the old garden have no traces of autumn, and the thin moon is clear and frosty, and the dream has knowledge. Thinking about it, the wild geese will return home. Far away, there are only a few people sitting and listening to the late anvils. Who takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease? I will comfort you by saying that I will meet you on the Double Ninth Festival. Visit Ju Yihong (Jia Baoyu). Take advantage of the frost and clear weather to take a trip. Do not leave the wine glass and medicine cup soaked. Whose house is under the moon before the frost? Planting, where can I be sad by the fence outside the threshold? The wax clogs come from afar and I feel happy, and the cold chanting is not enough. The yellow flowers are like pity for the poet, so don’t bear the burden of hanging the head of the stick today. The chrysanthemums are planted by Yihong, the young master, and he brings the hoe to the autumn garden. , planted by the old fence in front of the courtyard. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today I am still happy to see the frost blooming. I recite a thousand poems about autumn colors in the cold, and get drunk with a glass of cold-scented wine. The springs are irrigated with mud and they are diligently protected, so I know the path of the well. Dust. Old friends on the chrysanthemum pillow and the clouds (Shi Xiangyun) The flowers from other gardens are more precious than gold. One bush is light and the other is deep. Ketou sits by the sparse fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance. After counting, there is no king who is proud of the world. It seems that there is only one I am a close friend. The autumn light is fleeting and I will not let you down. It is better to cherish every inch of the shade. It is a pleasure for old friends to play the piano and drink wine with the chrysanthemum pillow and the clouds. Several cases are decorated with Tingting. The incense spreads across three paths. The person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch. The frost is clear. A new dream comes from the paper tent, and the cold sun sets in the garden recalling old travels. The pride of the world is also due to the same smell, and the spring breeze leaves the peaches and plums unswamped. Ode to the Chrysanthemums by Xiaoxiang Concubine (Lin Daiyu) The rogue poetry devil invades at dusk, curling around the fence and squeezing the stone to silence the sound. The beauty is present in every detail. Written in frost, the mouth is full of fragrance and chanting to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, and who can explain the autumn heart in a few words. From Tao Ling Pingzhang, the eternal high wind speaks to the present. The paintings of chrysanthemums and Wujun's poems are written without knowing the madness, Isn’t it a contest of painting and drawing? The leaves are splashed with thousands of ink, and the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. The light and strong shadows of the wind are reflected in the wind, and the fragrance escapes the autumn life. Don’t ignore the leisure picking on the east fence, and stick to the screen to chat for comfort. On the Double Ninth Festival, I asked the concubine Xiaoxiang of Chrysanthemum, who wanted to know about the autumn mood, but no one knew it. She murmured with her hands behind her hands and knocked on the east fence. How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden, and the crickets return home to miss lovesickness? Don't talk about people who have nothing to talk about, why not explain it in a few words. The hairpin, chrysanthemum and banana are leaving the guests (Jia Tanchun). The vase is used to plant fences every day. I am busy every day, and I don't recognize the makeup in the mirror. The young master of Chang'an is obsessed with flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is Drunkard. The short temples are covered with cold dew, and the fragrance of kudzu is dyed with autumn frost. The high emotions are not in the eye of the time, and I clap my hands and laugh at the roadside. The chrysanthemum shadow pillows the clouds, old friends, the autumn light overlaps, and the potential sneaks away three paths. Center. The sparse lamps between the windows describe the distance and the near, and the moonlight locks are broken through the fence. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, and the frost seal conveys the dream. The dream is empty. The cherished dark fragrance will not be trampled to pieces, who can recognize the hazy eyes with drunkenness. The chrysanthemum dream of Xiaoxiang Concubine beside the fence When I wake up in the clear autumn, the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable. When I ascend to immortality, I don’t see butterflies in the village. When I recall the past, I still look for Tao Lingmeng. When I fall asleep, I follow the wild geese. I am shocked to return to the past, so I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. When I wake up, who do I complain to? The decaying grass and the cold smoke are infinite. The remaining chrysanthemums and bananas are sitting under the guest's dew, and the frost is heavy. It is just after the light snow. The pedicles have a lingering fragrance of gold, but the branches are not full and the leaves are green. Half the bed is full of moonlight, and the crickets are sick, and it is cold for thousands of miles. The clouds and wild geese arrive late. The autumn wind knows that we will meet again next year. We are temporarily separated. Don’t miss the chrysanthemums and yellow nests until autumn comes on September 8th. After I bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill me. The incense array reaching the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. The chrysanthemums and yellow nests are full of rustling west winds. In the courtyard, the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and it is difficult for butterflies to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Chrysanthemums Yuan Zhen 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 the flowers have bloomed.
Sighing on the Chamomile Flowers in Front of the Courtyard Du Fu The chamomile flowers in front of the eaves are too late to be picked, and the pistils cannot be picked during the Double Ninth Festival. Tomorrow, if you wake up from depression and drunkenness, what's the use of the rotten flowers blooming.
There are many fragrant flowers in the wild beside the fence. I picked them carefully and brought them up to the middle hall.
The branches and leaves grow in the air, and the roots are lost and entangled in the wind and frost.
The white chrysanthemums in front of Prime Minister Linghu’s court are sent to Liu Yuxi as a thank you and sent to him by Liu Yuxi. There are several clusters as white as snow, which will bloom once there is frost. The cold pistils fall into the pond, and the fragrance comes intermittently.
Thoughts deeply contain no resentment, thanksgiving and reminder of the new year. It's hard to appreciate the same beauty even though it's thousands of miles away. Just look at the early plum blossoms.
On the 9th, Mr. Linghu fell in love with the two yellow and white chrysanthemums. Liu Yuxi. Prosperity shines on the yue, prosperity shines on the silver.
The congs and jade complement each other, and the clothes are decorated with colorful medals. The clear clouds cover the sky in the distance, and the autumn butterflies are near and melodious.
Fantasy only lasts for nine days, why should I accompany you with a cup of wine? There are many beauties here, but they are not willing to bear the harsh frost.
Chrysanthemums on Village Road Cui Ou The wind is still blowing, and the shadow of the stream is late and cold. If you don't celebrate the Double Ninth Festival, you will be full of opportunities.
Who picks the gods, but the mist and rain will wither. When you look at the woodcutter, you should teach him how to love him.
There are many chrysanthemums in Yanzhou that bloom after the Double Ninth Festival. Or Mr. Dongpo’s chrysanthemums bloom. Lu You No one wakes Fu Guiweng. Who can share the fragrance? But if you drink wine with flowers frequently, don't hold the nine in your heart. Title chrysanthemum. 3. The ancient poems describing chrysanthemums and orchids include:
Love Orchid
I am not born with a preference for orchids, it is due to my natural beauty.
The green grass shakes the breeze, and the delicate fragrance refreshes the heart.
Searching for orchids
My favorite orchids are full of love, and I am happy to find them in the spring breeze in the mountains.
Climb the dangerous rocks and dig out the thorns, and you will smile at the first sight of the beauty.
Picking orchids
The clouds and fog cover the gurgling streams, and you can climb high and climb the cliffs to find orchids.
Adopt exotic plants and flowers that are pleasing to the eye and forget hunger and cold.
Raising orchids
There are dozens of orchids on the balcony, looking at the sun and the sun.
I am not afraid that you will laugh at me or tell me that I am crazy.
Appreciating orchids
Collect orchids and plant them in pots. The fragrance will attract butterflies.
It makes me sleepy in the middle of the night, and the lamp shines on the beauty to observe carefully.
Chrysanthemum Rhythm]--Li Shiguang--
The autumn frost creates the chrysanthemum flower, and the endless romance writes about the sunset; I can pick up random sentences, and the innate charm has entered thousands of homes.
〔Autumn Sound〕--Fengzi--
There is a piece of gold in front of the corridor, and the sound of incense wafts over the tourists. Only because of the heavy frost can he become a hero, and the east fence of Liangyuan is connected with ancient and modern times.
[Chrysanthemum of Jucheng]--Wang Ruting--
The image of the lion and the dragon flew into the sky, once again glorious and powerful! The alleys and streets are filled with fragrance, and the chrysanthemums bloom on the desks in September. 4. Poems describing orchids and chrysanthemums
Fu Di Hou Fu Chrysanthemums Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Huang Chao Genre: Qijue Category: Still life When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. Note: The title of this poem, "Fu Di Hou Fu Ju" in "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty", is probably based on the record of this poem quoted from "Qingxia Lu" in Lang Ying's "Seven Revised Lei Manu" of the Ming Dynasty.
However, "Qingxia Lu" only states that this poem was written by Huang Chao after he failed in the imperial examination, and was titled "Chrysanthemum". There is a custom of appreciating chrysanthemums on Double Ninth Festival, which has been practiced for a long time. This day has also become the Chrysanthemum Festival.
This chrysanthemum poem is actually not a general chant about chrysanthemums, but a distant celebration of the Chrysanthemum Festival. Therefore, the beginning is "wait until autumn comes on September 8th", which means waiting until the day of the Chrysanthemum Festival.
Saying "September 8" instead of "September 9" is to rhyme with "kill" and "jia". This poem is rhymed, and the author wants to use it to create a cutting, exciting, and fierce vocal momentum.
The word "waiting" seems to be blurted out, but it actually carries a lot of weight. Because the day the author wants to "wait for" is the day when the world is turned upside down and everything changes, so this "waiting" is a passionate expectation and a warm yearning.
And this day is by no means illusory and elusive, but like the passing of spring and the coming of autumn, it will definitely come. Therefore, the tone is relaxed, jumping-off, and full of confidence. . So what about that day? According to ordinary people's imagination, it is nothing more than chrysanthemums in full bloom and the fragrance is astonishing.
The author then adds a ground-breaking sentence - "After my flower blooms, hundreds of flowers will die." When the chrysanthemums bloom, all the flowers have withered. This is a law of nature and a natural phenomenon that people are accustomed to.
Here the "blooming" of chrysanthemums and the "killing" (withering) of flowers are deliberately juxtaposed to form a sharp contrast to show the inevitable connection between them. The author affectionately calls the chrysanthemum "my flower", obviously taking it as a symbol of the oppressed people. Then, the opposite "hundred flowers" naturally refers to the reactionary and decadent feudal ruling group.
This resolute sentence vividly shows the decisive and determined spirit of the peasant revolutionary leader. Three or four lines of "My flowers are blooming" describe the magnificent scene of chrysanthemums in full bloom: "The incense array reaches the sky and penetrates Chang'an, and the ground is covered with golden armor."
The entire city of Chang'an is full of chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemum in golden armor. The rich fragrance they emit reaches into the sky and permeates the whole city.
This is the world of chrysanthemums, the kingdom of chrysanthemums, and also the grand festival of chrysanthemums.
The unique imagination, the novel metaphor, the majestic diction, and the magnificent artistic conception are all unprecedented.
The chrysanthemum, in the writings of feudal literati, was at most the embodiment of a vigorous man and praised his proud character; here, however, it is given the fighting style and character of a peasant rebel soldier, and the yellow The petals are conceived as the warrior's armor, making it the latest and most beautiful flower of peasant revolutionary warriors from the flower of noble men and women. Because of this, the chrysanthemums described by the author have changed from the lonely and elegant static beauty in the past to a dynamic beauty that is bold, rough and full of fighting spirit.
It is neither an "isolated mark" nor a "cluster of chrysanthemums", but flowers blooming all over the city, occupying the autumn light, exuding bursts of rich fighting fragrance, so it is described as a "fragrance array". The two words "Chong" and "Tou" respectively describe the prosperity and depth of its momentum, vividly showing the prospect of victory for the peasant uprising army to capture Chang'an and dominate everything.
Huang Chao’s two chrysanthemum poems are refreshing in terms of artistic conception, image, language and technique. Artistic imagination and association are restricted by the author's world view and life practice.
Without Huang Chao's revolutionary ambition and fighting character, there would be no such strange sayings as "I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom" and such fantastic ideas as "The city is filled with golden armor". Connecting the chrysanthemum with the armored warrior gives it a fighting beauty that can only come from the life practice of fighting.
"Since ancient times, heroes have always interpreted poetry", perhaps it should be understood from this fundamental point. Chrysanthemum Era: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen Genre: Qijue Category: Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence becomes increasingly sloping around it.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers after all the flowers bloom. Note: Tao family: Tao refers to Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Brief analysis: Chrysanthemum is not as gorgeous as peony, nor as precious as orchid, but as the flower of frost, it has always been favored by people. Some people praise its strong character, while others appreciate its noble temperament. However, Yuan Zhen's poem about chrysanthemums uniquely expresses the reason why he loves chrysanthemums.
When chanting chrysanthemum, I usually talk about the cuteness of chrysanthemums. However, the poet neither listed adjectives such as "the moon hangs on a golden hook", nor did he describe the scene of competing for beauty.
Instead, a metaphor is used - "Autumn silk wraps around the house like Tao's house." Clusters of chrysanthemums bloom around the house, as if you have arrived at Tao Yuanming's home.
Qiu Cong is a cluster of autumn chrysanthemums. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty loved chrysanthemums the most and planted chrysanthemums all over his home.
"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain" ("Drinking") is his famous saying. The place where chrysanthemums are planted here is compared to "Tao's house", so it is not difficult to imagine the scene of autumn chrysanthemums blooming all over the courtyard.
How can such a beautiful chrysanthemum scene not be intoxicating? Therefore, the poet "went around the fence and it was getting darker day by day". He was completely attracted by the chrysanthemums in front of him, and he concentrated on watching the chrysanthemums around the fence, so that he didn't even know that the sun was setting in the west. "Wandering all over" and "sunset" vividly express the scene where the poet is fascinated by the chrysanthemums and lingers, exaggerating the atmosphere of loving the chrysanthemums.
Why does the poet prefer chrysanthemums so much? The third and fourth sentences explain the reason for loving chrysanthemums: "It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers. It's because there are no flowers after all the flowers are in bloom." Chrysanthemums are the last to wither among all flowers. Once the chrysanthemums are gone, there will be no more flowers to enjoy. People's love for flowers will naturally focus on chrysanthemums.
Therefore, as a latecomer, it is uniquely cherished. The poet derived profound truths from the natural phenomenon that chrysanthemums fade last among the four seasons, answered the reason for loving chrysanthemums, and expressed the poet's special love for chrysanthemums.
Of course, this also contains praise for the chrysanthemum's steadfast character that withers after going through hardships. This poem unearths an unusual poetic flavor from the ordinary theme of chanting chrysanthemums, giving people new inspiration and appearing novel, natural and unconventional.
In terms of writing, the writing style is also very clever. The first two sentences describe the actual scene of appreciating chrysanthemums, exaggerating the atmosphere of loving chrysanthemums as a foreshadowing; the third sentence is a transition, with a pause in writing and repeated repetitions. Finally, a wonderful line about blooming flowers is recited, which further opens up the realm of beauty and enhances the meaning of this little poem. Artistic appeal.
Orchid Winter Orchid Qing Cao Yin The winter grass is cold and green, and the orchids are also flowers. Clear as big grain. 5. Poems about orchids and chrysanthemums
1. Orchids are endowed with the pure essence of heaven and earth. They are fragrant and distant, pure and refined. They "do not compete with peaches and plums for beauty, and do not change color due to frost and snow." Charming worldly. Its leaves are slender and strong, with an oily luster. The elegant orchids set off by the elegant green leaves hang leisurely on the stone walls. They are displayed in the courtyard without being ostentatious, bringing people infinite reverie. The flowers are in various shapes and forms, and the fragrance is sweet and pure. It is elegant and warm, adding to the interest of "sitting for a long time without knowing the fragrance in the room, and butterflies flying in when you open the window". The beauty of orchids is as beautiful as the elegant appearance, the fragrance of orchids, the fragrance of distant and elegant orchids, and the purity of orchids, which are pure and flawless. But what is more beautiful, fragrant and pure is the gentlemanly charm praised by people in ancient and modern times.
2. Why should ice posture compete for the favor of the times? Beauty is naturally light and fragrant. The most important thing is to teach people to love each other, and to be fragrant in the swaying wind. The autumn geese return to the sky, and the autumn river stops. Lan Du is not like that. Lots of fragrance. Autumn comes, autumn comes, how will it be like orchid! It will not be fragrant because there is no one around, and it will not be dull because of the cold.
3. I love orchids, not only for their physical beauty, but also for their elegant and refined temperament.
Its leaves are graceful, its petals are all the same color, white and fragrant, and the jade fat is as greasy as silkworm skin, which makes it more elegant, noble, pure and simple. I love the elegant and simple character of orchids, which do not compete with other flowers. I love the fresh and distant fragrance of orchids, which is refreshing and intoxicating. 6. Poems about orchids and chrysanthemums
1. Orchids are endowed with the pure essence of heaven and earth. They are fragrant and distant, pure and refined. They "do not compete with peaches and plums for beauty, and do not change color due to frost and snow." Charming worldly.
Its leaves are slender and strong, with an oily luster. The elegant orchids set off by the elegant green leaves hang leisurely and contentedly on the stone walls. They are displayed in the courtyard without being ostentatious, bringing people unlimited reverie. The elegant fragrance of Juanxiu is sweet and pure, elegant and warm, adding to the interest of "sitting for a long time without knowing the fragrance in the room, and butterflies flying in when I open the window". The beauty of orchids is as beautiful as the elegant appearance, the fragrance of orchids, the fragrance of distant and elegant orchids, and the purity of orchids, which are pure and flawless.
But what is more beautiful, fragrant and pure is the gentlemanly charm praised by people in ancient and modern times. 2. Why should ice beauty compete for the favor of the time? Beauty is born with a light fragrance.
The most beautiful thing is to teach people to love each other, to be alone and fragrant in the swaying wind. The autumn geese return to the sky, and the autumn river stops.
Lan Du is not like that. Lots of fragrance.
Autumn comes, autumn comes, it will be like orchid! It will not be fragrant because there is no one around, and it will not be dull because of the cold. 3. I love orchids, not only for their physical beauty, but also for their elegant and refined temperament.
It has beautiful leaves, petals of the same color, white and fragrant, and jade fat, as greasy as silkworm skin, which makes it more elegant, noble, pure and simple. I love the elegant and simple character of orchids, which do not compete with other flowers. I love the fresh and distant fragrance of orchids, which is refreshing and intoxicating. 7. Are there any famous poems about orchids and chrysanthemums?
Ancient poems about chrysanthemums 1. "Playing with Chrysanthemums in the East Garden" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.
How lonely is it to return to this desolate garden? The garden has been independent for a long time, the sun is light, the wind is cold, and the dew is cold.
In autumn, all the vegetables are gone and all the good trees are withered. There are only a few clusters of chrysanthemums newly blooming among the fences.
Let’s chat and drink wine with you, just to stay for a while. Recalling the days when I was young, I was easily distracted by pleasure.
Seeing that there is no season for wine, I feel happy even before I drink it. As I grow older, it becomes increasingly difficult to have fun.
I am often afraid of aging even more, and I will not be happy even if I drink forcefully. Gu said that chrysanthemums will only be fresh in the future. I sincerely know that it’s not for me, so I’ll show you my beauty temporarily.
2. "Chrysanthemums, One Chapter and Five Chapters" by Xiao Yingshi of the Tang Dynasty. Those who pick chrysanthemums will appreciate their glory. Purple flower and yellow calyx shine brightly.
Kaiti, a gentleman, admires Youyi. The kingdom is Wei, the king is Bi.
The descendants of you will be blessed with hundreds of fortunes. Those who pick chrysanthemums go to the city.
Old roots and new stems, covered with weeping leaves. That beautiful lady deserves the honor of the family.
When the strings sound, my government will be peaceful. If Er Dong Chong is honored, his celebration will be restored.
Chrysanthemums are picked in the country's mansion. The locust trees are shaded by willows, and the couplets are close to the sky.
The son of that laborer is a noisy and humble place. I don't know what to say about it.
If you compare yourself to a superior person, you will be in a good mood. Those who pick chrysanthemums go to the guest house.
It both lowers its branches and weakens its trunk. There is a noble gentleman, how can I play with him?
Good times bring wine, but banquets are useless. I regret their divorce and finally sigh forever.
The year is passing, and the frost and dew are lingering. Whoever is proud of it, there is a wise one like chrysanthemum.
How can it be that the beauty of spring is so pure? When people insult me, I get mixed up with the thorns.
The poet has something to say, good is integrity. 3. "Golden Chrysanthemum to Hibiscus" by Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty. The distant water shines with light, the distant mountains are towering green, and the sky smoke is locked deep in the sycamore trees.
The jade dew is clear and the golden wind is indifferent. The Oriental chrysanthemum has yellow flowers, reflecting the water and a few clusters of hibiscus.
Double Ninth Festival is a beautiful day, worthy of this scene, the wine is full of flowers. The memories are endless.
Lament the young mind, which is a shameful hero. The yellow ying and red calyx are very similar.
Unless you wear a gold seal on your waist, you will have a beautiful face and a pink face. At this time, we can express our feelings and drink a thousand drinks.
4. "Late Chrysanthemum" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. When a young man was drinking, he saw chrysanthemums enthusiastically. I won't drink anymore now, and I will sigh every time I see him.
Standing there with hands full of picking, I walked back home. There is nothing to say at this time, how sad is it to abandon it.
5. "The Autumn Chrysanthemums Are Beautiful" Tang Dynasty. There are thousands of green leaves, and a single flower is cut from gold.
The pistils chase the bees and their whiskers are disordered, and the wings of the butterfly follow the slant. It is fragrant and green, and the wine is covered with black gauze.
The frost is loose and colorful, and the beauty is exposed. Fang Fei and Peng Ze met, and asked whose house they were at.
6. "Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. Dark light purple, melting yellow. Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
It is really timid to show off again when the sun is setting. May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall.
7. "Fenghe Lu Looks at the White Chrysanthemum" Tang Dynasty. The fragrance of the stamens is also like floating gold, and the patterns are like engraved jade coins.
Concubine Feng, who plays the role of a shadow, is as beautiful as her, while Xiao Shi, who is refining her form, is very competitive with her. There is no reason to push it into the tooth box and fly above to the immortals.
8. "Recalling the White Chrysanthemum" by Lu Guimeng of the Tang Dynasty. It is said in the book of a young child that the white chrysanthemum is blooming, but the west has been stagnant and has not been able to return. The window screen under the moonlight steps is thin, and a lot of fragrance penetrates.
9. "Chrysanthemum" Tang Dynasty. To eliminate misfortunes and ward off evil, you must pick it up. I can't help myself when it's cold dew and frost.
The hedges bloom early and wither early, and the pines in the stream are of the same mind and virtue. How could Mr. Tao be a poor man? He still had ten thousand pieces of gold on the east fence.
10. "Ten Days Chrysanthemum" by Xue Ying of Tang Dynasty. See you under the fence today, the setting sun is shining all over the place.
Gains and losses hurt for a moment, prosperity and decline hurt for a year. It's not the same as rotting grass, but it's still more frosty.
11. "Chrysanthemum" Tang Dynasty. Tang Yanqian Snow chrysanthemums are heart-breaking in gold and English, and butterfly feathers and bee noses carry fragrance. The cold village of Cebu is adjacent to a quiet path, and the slanting light of the abandoned garden is adjacent to the short wall.
Take Songyun as your companion from near, and take peaches and plums as businessmen from far away. I have been ill with my lungs for many years and drink less wine. Every time I recall Longshan, it feels like my hometown.
12. "Withered Chrysanthemum" by Lu You, Song Dynasty. Not long after Longshan lost his hat, the old traces still make me sad. How beautiful are the chrysanthemums? There are only bunches of dead branches in front of the steps.
13. "Drinking and Appreciating Chrysanthemums" by Lu You, Song Dynasty Chrysanthemums are glorious when frosted, and their properties are different from those of ordinary grass. I am seriously ill, but I am always supported by a child.
How can it be that it has the same nature as chrysanthemum, so it can grow old and never wither? Today I call my father to pick chrysanthemums and put them in a wine pot. Raise your sleeves to dance like an immortal, beat the fou and sing the song Wu Wu.
On a beautiful autumn evening, there is no need to get drunk! 14. "Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Wang Anshi of the Tang Dynasty. The wind and rain hit the garden at dusk, and the remaining chrysanthemums were scattered all over the ground. It's still a good thing if you blow a branch. It's a pity that the young master cherishes flowers.
15. "Chrysanthemum" Modern times. Wang Jingwei Chrysanthemum is said to be reclusive, but it is almost not similar to it. It’s not the right time to be born, and the sky is covered with fallen leaves.
The branches are as weak as the flowers, but there is strength in the majesty. The heavy frost is used as training, and the color of the dawn is more beautiful than it is.
Enduring the cold and facing the west wind, I get a glimpse of my life ambitions. As soon as the flowers pass through the nine autumns, they become haggard if they refuse; the remaining heroes are on the branches, holding the fragrance in their arms and finally falling.
The cold plum blossom has just broken its calyx, and it has become a strong ambition; when we meet, we should smile, and different generations have the same understanding. 8. About the ancient poems describing chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, orchids and bamboo flowers
Ten orchid poems
Love orchid
I am not born with a preference for orchids, it is due to God The posture comes from nature.
The green grass shakes the breeze, and the delicate fragrance refreshes the heart.
Searching for orchids
My favorite orchids are full of love, and I am happy to find them in the spring breeze in the mountains.
Climb the dangerous rocks and dig out the thorns, and you will smile at the first sight of your beauty.
Picking orchids
The clouds and fog cover the gurgling streams, and you can climb high and climb the cliffs to find orchids.
Adopt exotic plants and flowers that are pleasing to the eye and forget hunger and cold.
Raising orchids
There are dozens of orchids on the balcony, looking at the sun and the sun.
I am not afraid that you will laugh at me or tell me that I am crazy.
Appreciating orchids
Collect orchids and plant them in pots. The fragrance will attract butterflies.
It makes me sleepless in the middle of the night, and the lamp shines on the beauty to observe carefully.
Dream Orchid
I went to the mountain to collect orchids infatuatedly, and I didn’t rest until I came back to potted them.
I look at the beautiful fairy shadow three times a day, and it opens in my dreams many times.
Drawing Orchids
Use a few strokes of ink on a square of rice paper to draw orchids blooming in spring.
I don’t know that the fragrance of ink is the fragrance of flowers, which attracts Butterfly Hall.
Title: Orchid
The orchids on the balcony are cleverly arranged, and the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter is sweating.
The fragrance of heaven sent by the wind refreshes the heart, and the wolf hair expresses the heart.
Read Orchid
From the time when the son was called the king, the fragrance was fragrant, and the orchid in the empty valley was fragrant all over the world.
Growing and raising several pots shows the charm, and makes me read poetry and poetry.
Yong Orchid
The green grass grows in the valley, and the sunbathing dew is calm.
The divine fragrance comes from afar, attracting butterflies to clear the wind. The early plum blossoms are all gone
Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary root is warm and alone.
In the deep snow in front of the village, a branch bloomed last night.
Plum Blossom Wang Anshi
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Plum Blossom Geng Xin
In the middle of the twelfth lunar month of that year, the plum blossoms were already in decline.
If you don’t believe this Spring Festival Gala, come and watch it in the snow.
Lingmei Zhang Daoqia
There is poetry everywhere and beauty of things at any time.
There is no time for socializing, and there are plum blossoms all over the place.
⑴ Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping around.
Chrysanthemums are not preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers after all the flowers are in bloom. (Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum")
⑵ The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
(Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums")
⑶ When autumn comes on September 8th, all my flowers will bloom.
The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. (Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum")
⑷ Wang and Sun don't compare basil, and in nine days the branches are close to the mane.
The dewy autumn fragrance fills the pond bank, which is why I don’t envy the tall tiles and pines. (Chrysanthemum by Zheng Gu)
⑸ The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the gold in front shines on the sand.
Children of the world have no high charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. (Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival")
⑹ After climbing high, the chrysanthemums are still new, and drunkards and poets no longer know anything.
Just like retreating from a chariot, a snobbish person cannot get married. (Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival")
⑺ Shame is the same as the beauty of spring flowers, diligently cultivating and waiting for the west wind.
There is no need to lead Yuan Ming to this, just divide the fence and get a few clumps. (Liu Kezhuang's "Chrysanthemum")
⑻ The flowers are not in bloom, and the independent sparse hedges are interesting.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than fall into the north wind! ("Cold Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao)
⑼ The thin chrysanthemums are built according to the steps, and the eaves are deep and difficult to expose.
Mo Yan's foundation is weak, and his feet are cold in autumn. (Chen Pei's "Thin Chrysanthemum for a Little Maid")
⑽ The native flower can be white or red, and you can love this work in the late festival.
I would rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind. (Zhu Shuzhen's "Yellow Flower")
Tao Yuanming
Drinking - Part Five:
The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Zheng Banqiao wrote in "Painting Chrysanthemums and Farewell to an Official": "It is impossible to advance and difficult to retreat, and the career path is unsightly. I have a lot of Oriental chrysanthemums in my family, and they can withstand the cold autumn wind when I return. "
Reciting a thousand poems about autumn colors in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold-flavored wine" is the mood of the great writer Cao Xueqin
Li Qingzhao compared himself with chrysanthemums and wrote "Dongli holds wine at dusk" Finally, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. The yellow nest: "The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the flowers are cold and fragrant. It is difficult for butterflies to come."
If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms blooming everywhere."
Tang Dynasty poet
Playing with white chrysanthemums with Linghu Xianggong