The poem about strength is 1. Who has a poem about wild rose?
Sing roses
Southern Dynasties Xie Tiao
The low trees win the leaves, and the faint fragrance increases self-communication.
At the beginning of the calyx, the rest is still red.
New flowers are contrary to the sun, so flowers follow the wind.
Who wants to expect micro-bundles?
rose
Tang Zhu Qing Yu
Hanging frame around, dense, floating in the clear summer.
Green saves the thorn, red falls sad.
Bees must be tired of powder, and butterflies' wings are bright.
The rain looks good, and the feeling is worth it.
rose
Tang Qiji
It is like a rose, with beauty and thorns.
The incense is high and the moss is red.
Go and see the idle people, and the butterfly will come in in the sunshine.
Put the peony for a few days, and the sales will rest until the dust settles.
multiflora rose
Dondum
The leaves are soft and the rain is intoxicating.
Is Zhang still there? Lazy in the wind, not gathering at night.
Song of red roses
Tangwanggu
Xia Hong spilt orangutan blood, while Grandma Yaochi basked in immortals.
In the evening, it is striking, and the machine of Shu is colorful and suspicious.
The incense in Gongzi Pavilion is sultry, and flowers are blooming.
Yellow rose
Song Hongshi
Bronze finches receive red warmth, and Jinmen gives bow clothes.
If there is no fiber on the bone, it must be thin when it is taken off.
Yellow rose
Zhang Qing zhong ying
Get the rose seed, a new makeup Taoist.
When the spring breeze comes here, it seems disgusting.
Bamboo helps the dew, and the wall covers the sunset.
The strip is self-supporting and has several flowers.
2. Poems about roses
Poems about roses
If you don't shake the incense, it will be chaotic, and if there is no wind, you will fly.
Petals are very light. Dance without wind.
Ode to the Rose in the Southern Dynasties
If you don't stay in Dongshan for a long time, roses will bloom several times.
Tang Li Bai's Two Stories of Dongshan (I): "If you don't stay in Dongshan for a long time, rosa multiflora will return several times." The white clouds are still scattered, and the bright moon is falling. "
There's no need to shed tears in front of the mirror. Bai Yutang thanked her and returned it.
Don Tu Mu's Leave a Gift
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
Spring tears: refers to wet raindrops. Write two sentences about the gentle gesture of flowers and plants after a night of spring rain.
Guan's Spring Day
3. What poems describe roses?
1, "The weak rose lies on the twig."
spring
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
Explanation:
The thunder is light and the spring rain is falling. After the rain, in Chu Qing, the sun seems to float between freshly washed tiles.
After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose lying on her back, charming and lovely.
2. "The blossoming leaves are soft and the rain and dew are fragrant."
multiflora rose
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The leaves are soft, and the rain is fine and fragrant.
The stone family is still here, leaning against the wind and not collecting the night.
Explanation:
Roses are full of vitality, green leaves are soft, and the sunny day after rain is fragrant and charming.
The jade brocade of Shijia is still there, and it will not be taken back on a stormy night.
3. "The cloister is closed to cover loneliness, and the blue parrot faces the red rose."
sunlight
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door and goes against the spring.
Cloisters cover loneliness, parrots welcome red roses.
Explanation:
The sun shines on the screen window, the spring breeze knocks on the door, rubbing the fragrant handkerchief bored, worrying about the rush of spring.
The empty courtyard cloister is four in one, locked in a lonely garden, with only a green parrot facing the blooming red roses.
4. "If you don't stay in Dongshan for a long time, the roses will cost several times."
Two Memories of Dongshan Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
If you don't stay in Dongshan for a long time, roses will bloom several times.
The white clouds are still scattered, and the bright moon is falling.
Today I want to thank prostitutes for screaming at the crowd.
I want to report to Dongshan guest and turn to sweep the white clouds.
Explanation:
I haven't been back to Dongshan for a long time I wonder how many times the roses planted by the cave have bloomed?
Are the white clouds around Baiyuntang still gathering and scattering by themselves? Whose house does the bright moon fall in front of the bright moon hall?
I am now like Xie An, a prostitute who leads Dongshan singing and dancing, whistling away from the world.
I'm going to tell the hermit in Dongshan to open the door for me and sweep away the white clouds on the third road.
5. "The curtain in the deep courtyard sleeps day and night, and the red rose makes the green banana."
Shenyuan
Tang Dynasty: Han Wo
Quill pens and gardenias, phoenix is light and greasy with pink waist.
In the deep courtyard, people sleep during the day, and red roses are covered with green plantains.
Explanation:
The goose opens its gardenia-like yellow mouth and makes a sucking sound of 7A64E58685E5AEB93133366303235. The butterfly wriggled its pink waist and flew lightly in the air.
The yard became quieter because the host pulled down the curtains to sleep, and the red roses and green banana leaves set each other off.
"The crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the roses were fragrant."
Summer in the mountain pavilion
Tang dynasty: high articles
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
Explanation:
The trees are lush and dark, the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond.
The water curtain shakes and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.
4. sentences about roses
The sleeping love in the holy land has awakened, and it will subvert the pale world with rose flames. He seeks eternity with a moth's attitude, believing that imperfection is perfection. Such people are doomed to danger and temptation. Too bright moonlight is ominous, so beautiful moonlight is looking for a dead thing, and then there is the sound of pure black wings flapping in the air ... all good things are often toxic, the better, the more toxic, the better. Love is always a sweet fantasy you gave me. I am waiting for you, waiting for you to leave me. Infatuation is a double-edged sword, which often hurts both sides. Loving someone is really like getting a serious illness, from body to mind. Everyone is sweet and sad in love, but they don't know that there is a sin behind love. Love is always a matter of two people, so it is necessary to ask who. Let's pray for holiness for the last time. I degraded myself to the position of clown in love, just to see your beautiful smile. After all, I want to tell you what I wrote. Who doesn't wander from one hug to another and live forever? Although people come alone, they will eventually go alone. But in this world, no one should be lonely. Your hands are covered with blood, but your heart is never dirty. If friendship is also a kind of love, then I love you deeply.
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5. Poems describing wild roses
Sing on a rose
Xie Tiao in Southern and Northern Dynasties
Dwarf trees are better than leaves, and the light fragrance increases from the initial calyx of communication, and the rest are still red.
New flowers are contrary to the sun, so flowers follow the wind. Who wants to expect micro-bundles?
Ode to a rose poem
Jiang Hong in Southern and Northern Dynasties
When the family is a rose, the branches and leaves are too dense. If you don't shake the incense, it will be chaotic.
Spring boudoir can't be quiet, open the box and go to Feiming. Quchi floating mining, inclined bank Leyi one.
Or smell the sound and come to see you when I get it. And to be clear, let the rest be right or wrong.
rose
Tang Zhu Qingyu
Hanging frame around, dense, floating in the clear summer. Green saves the thorn, red falls sad.
Bees must be tired of powder, and butterflies' wings are bright. The rain looks good, and the feeling is worth it.
rose
Tang Qiji
It is like a rose, with beauty and thorns. The incense is high and the moss is red.
Go and see the idle people, and the butterfly will come in in the sunshine. Put the peony for a few days, and the sales will rest until the dust settles.
[Rosa multiflora]
Don Dumu
The leaves are soft and the rain is intoxicating.
Is Zhang still there? Lazy in the wind, not gathering at night.
Song of red roses
Tangwanggu
Xia Hong spilt orangutan blood, while Grandma Yaochi basked in immortals.
In the evening, it is striking, and the machine of Shu is colorful and suspicious.
The fragrance of the childe pavilion touches people, and the flowers are full of spirits.
Giurossi should be jealous when she sees it. The scenery is new every year.
[Huang Qiangwei]
Song Hongshi
Bronze finches receive red warmth, and Jinmen gives bow clothes. If there is no fiber on the bone, it must be thin when it is taken off.
[Huang Qiangwei]
Zhang Qing zhong ying
Get the rose seed, a new makeup Taoist. When the spring breeze comes here, it seems disgusting.
Bamboo helps the dew, and the wall covers the sunset. The strip is self-supporting and has several flowers.
[Rosa multiflora]
Don Dumu
The leaves are soft and the rain is intoxicating.
Is Zhang still there? Lazy in the wind, not gathering at night.
Song of red roses
Tangwanggu
Xia Hong spilt orangutan blood, while Grandma Yaochi basked in immortals.
In the evening, it is striking, and the machine of Shu is colorful and suspicious.
The fragrance of the childe pavilion touches people, and the flowers are full of spirits.
Giurossi should be jealous when she sees it. The scenery is new every year.
[Huang Qiangwei]
Song Hongshi
Bronze finches receive red warmth, and Jinmen gives bow clothes. If there is no fiber on the bone, it must be thin when it is taken off.
[Huang Qiangwei]
Zhang Qing zhong ying
Get the rose seed, a new makeup Taoist. When the spring breeze comes here, it seems disgusting.
Bamboo helps the dew, and the wall covers the sunset. The strip is self-supporting and has several flowers.
6. Ancient poems about wisteria flowers
Yutai hates wisteria trees. Yellow birds are blooming green branches. When I think of you, I sigh. My bitter tears should be shed. The wisteria of Du, the pavilion of Du Wei Mountain, are wrapped around ivy, and the green thorn is on the rose. I went fishing to watch fish jump into the nest for fear of birds flying. The leaves are late, and the branches and fruits are new. The scenery is infinite, and I should only return with the moon. I'll send you a bachelor's degree in Jixian, with a sacred system. The way of rites and music is more than grand. Huaying entered the Yun Ge Pavilion, and the heron climbed up the tourist door. There are more feasts than sacred places. In summer, the leaves open red medicine, and the remaining flowers make wisteria. I am also lucky to have made friends here. Wisteria tree, Li Bai, wisteria, hanging cloud tree, Zhengyichun, bloom. Dense-leaved songbirds, fragrant and beautiful. I went through Huayue Temple to visit Cen Can, the Cloud Palace in Fahua. There are wisteria in Songmen. Ancient paintings are listed in the promenade, and solitary lights are hung in the high hall. In May, it was hot in Shan Yu, and three peaks were steamed by fire clouds. I heard people talking about firewood, and there was ice in the deep valley. I have been trying to find this mountain for a long time, but I have not succeeded so far. The official suddenly went to the East, and Wang Cheng was still suffering. If you want to love two trees, why don't you take a lift from the poor? The moon spits mango, and the night is bright. The color is still drunk. The good wind gently sucked the cigarette in, and the nectar was bright and condensed into powder. In the depths, Yinger is the most pitiful, and when she is lazy, she is first invaded by butterflies. She should not get anything from the facts, nor should she pay the price for the empty door. Facing the sun, it seems that the red sauce has been turned over, and the stream is suspicious of rosy clouds. You have pity for the late osmanthus, and you will know wisteria in spring. Every flower branch in Shandong is lonely and melancholy. But the damage is more than enough. The lower part is like a snake, and the upper part is like a rope. The poor middle tree was tied into a dead plant. The gentle vine does not give up on itself, and it is curled up empty. I don't know that the winding of a tree is not as strong as the strength of a thousand hands. It's like a slap in the face. With the power of the monarch, your fans refused to punish it. Like a witch, take precautions. It's hard to believe the vines. I would like to take the vines as a warning and write them down in the corner. Qin Zhongyin No.10 Wounded Hospital (No.1 Wounded House), Bai Juyi's family started first, just beside Zhumen Avenue. There are rows of rich houses, surrounded by high walls. There are six or seven halls, building to building. A hall costs millions, and the smoke is blue. The bridal chamber is warm and clear, and it is not dry in cold and heat. The high hall is empty and round. Pick flowers and move peonies. The master has been an official for ten years. There is rotten meat in the kitchen and rotten money in the treasury. Who can tell me about flesh and blood? Those people who are infinitely cheap can't stand hunger and cold. How to serve the whole body? I want to keep it for a thousand years. I didn't see the horse's house, but now I am a sincere garden. On March 30, I asked Giangji Bai Juyi for his kindness. Spring has passed, and Peiri will return to the temple. Wisteria is disappearing in the twilight. I sang twenty poems about spring and spring. On the pond, the wisteria in Li Deyu's hometown is getting stronger and stronger, and it is hard to smell at the age of one. Rock trees are so lush that I can't love them at home. The people in Youxi haven't left yet, so the grass line should be blocked. I remember the wisteria hanging in the distance, Tandari bloom. The wisteria in "Xu Hun" lingers a few times, just in the thatched cottage. In autumn, I send tall trees, and in the dark, I cage the mountains during the day. Climb when you are sleepy. It's hard to find the old road when the breeze rises at dusk. Wisteria Xu Hun has dark purple sleeves with low green vines, so guests come to sit in the small hall. No one will meet you when you are drunk, and your home is near Huaxi in the south of the Yangtze River. Chen Jia's wisteria flowers were presented to Zhou Judge Bai Juyi, and ten thousand bloom flowers were given for a while. If Zhou is not engaged, who will call me? Hu Die-the whole Song Dynasty-let wisteria blossom around the mountain. Ye Sheng Temple Moon Pavilion-Quan Song Dynasty-Huang Tingjian's bitter rain has been solved, and all the peaks have come to present gifts. No white-headed Zen, leaning on wisteria vines. I will send the old wisteria and longevity vines from the Temple of Heaven-Quan Song Dynasty-Huang Tingjian's royal residence to help my relatives and friends have a public holiday. I will go to the Temple of Heaven, hoping to help them. Wisteria incense sticks to bamboo root stoves. Since the kitchen passed Taoshan, the first rain saw the sunset and the water flowed into the pond. Silkworm farmers are forbidden to close their doors, and tea merchants are busy being officials. The drunken hat stopped at the edge of the green tree village, and the wisteria frame leaned against the bed. Because of the dust left by Xiao, a day on earth is long. I sent a short message to Xie Quanmei, remembering the mid-spring moon and crossing the pavilion in the rain. speak Zhang Yi and his gang suddenly entered the valley of Sichuan, which was not a lifetime experience. Bamboo with red calyx and wisteria with thousands of feet. The spring pool burst its banks and the wild old stars rose. The blessings come together, and the words are still in my ears. When I first heard about Dansha Cen, I knew the Five Shapes. Looking at the traces of Yu Tang, I am eager to believe in the appearance and spirit of the temple. I was invited to visit. Wu Jin was drunk for a while. He was not in Bie Yun during the day, and the moon rose to the nearest corner. The servant was tired and kept urging. My horse suddenly fell, and your heart is as good as an owl. After driving again, the candlelight flashed. From then on, I didn't want to do anything, and I was always in a hurry. Today, I am like water. Bloom is empty and wisteria is high. Waste pool gravel fans grass, Xiao case smoke holds ink robe. The mountain is close to Xiangchi, and there are many chances of winning. Cao Liu is nowhere to be found in poetry. Huashan-Quan Song-Xia-Song three peaks lean against the clouds, and the top tobacco condenses. Eight waters were randomly divided into the Qin empire, and the four customs were empty to lock the Han tomb. Fairy sheep didn't sleep, and Arnebia euchroma was first released in Marseille.