In May, the sun is shining. The sky is vast, and white and soft clouds are floating leisurely in the distant sky.
The wind in the forest is warm, the grass is fragrant and the blue is sky-high. Dandelion, Sophora alopecuroides, Chinese milk vetch and other unknown grasses are clustered one after another, full of excitement, deep and dense, and full of strangers. All kinds of fine flowers bloom vigorously in the thick green, showing their short-lived unknown beauty. The air is silently filled with the wetness of the soil and the fragrance of plants.
In this vibrant building, plantains are also growing silently. The banana called "cricket" in the Book of Songs was born in spring, with round leaves clinging to the wet ground and spreading pure and clear green. Not enchanting, not unassuming, gentle and sincere, emitting a faint fragrance alone.
Pick slugs, pick them with fine words. Pick slugs, fine print.
Select slugs and make a short comment. Pick slugs and smooth them with fine print.
Pick slugs and talk about them. Pick and choose, say short words.
Suddenly, a clear and beautiful song sounded faintly. Far or near, they are all fluttering lightly, with the fragrance of velvet grass, overflowing the green fields and buildings.
Accompanied by singing, a group of women dressed in Ge in the Book of Songs came to strangers, carrying bamboo baskets, laughing in twos and threes, singing and dancing, picking from left to right. Bananas are dense and rich, pick them quickly; Banana, Ye Er round, endless to pick; Bananas are green and tender. Hurry and pick it up and go home.
What about taking it home? I must have dried it and made it into medicine. All along, I only know that plantain is a traditional Chinese medicine, and only recently did I know that it can be eaten as a vegetable.
Visit Jiulong Waterfall on weekends and come to Buyi Village farmhouse for dinner. On the small square log table, bracken is green, green jade rice is fragrant glutinous rice, colorful flower rice is crystal clear and round, and all kinds of Buyi specialties are filled with the table.
When we sat down, the host brought a pot of green leafy vegetables and put them in the middle, saying, this is wild vegetables, pig's ear leaves, and it tastes good.
I look puzzled. Isn't this a banana? It is still edible and pleasing to the eye. The entrance is smooth, without any bitterness.
In my memory, plantain has always been as bitter as Chinese medicine.
I was in poor health when I was a child. My mother often takes me to visit Mr. Wang in town. After catching a big bag of traditional Chinese medicine, you always need plantain as a primer, sometimes mulberry leaves or bamboo cores. Because plantain is everywhere in the ridges and ditches, the old man won't prescribe this medicine.
When I got home, my mother took a sickle and a bamboo basket and took me to dig bananas on the ridge.
On the winding stranger, the grass is lush and green. Green wheat seedlings have started heading, and dandelion has blossomed into golden flowers. Green plantains are clustered here and there, and the young leaves are as smooth as spoons and shiny.
Mother carefully uprooted a fat banana and said to me, son, this banana is so ordinary and simple that it is not noticed, but it has strong vitality. Can grow on the rutted track, even if trampled by horseshoes, can stand up again. So it is also called horseshoe grass. We should be like bananas.
I don't understand what my mother said. Just thinking about a sentence I once read, "Horseshoe fragrance comes back after walking", can there be banana fragrance on the horseshoe after walking?
I dug two or three plantains and went home to wash them. White and thin roots are like beards of old people. The length of roots and stems and leaves is almost equal. Mother put Chinese medicine in a black casserole, and then put plantain on it. After pouring the water, she covered it, soaked it for a while and put it on the stove to boil the medicine.
I sat on a small bench and watched. Slowly, the medicine boiled and fluttered, and white water vapor rose, and the room was filled with strong medicinal smell. Mom turned down the fire and stewed for 10 more minutes. Then, I took the medicine pot down and poured me a big bowl of sauce-colored Chinese medicine, which was thick and bitter.
I opened the lid and looked at the banana. The banana is no longer bright green, but the same color as other Chinese medicines.
In this way, the bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine and the memory of banana almost accompanied my whole childhood.
At this point, it is already early summer. Strangely, there are bananas everywhere, so green, so watery, so quiet and elegant. Some plantains have sprouted and blossomed, with long petioles and graceful flowers, just like simple and graceful women, standing on the buildings in a slender posture, waiting for someone to remember them and leave footprints around them. Whether someone passes by or stops, it is so simple and quiet, not happy or sad, waiting quietly and watching in the quiet wind.
In that distant hometown, is my old mother waiting for her lonely daughter silently?
Note: Grupo is plantain and a traditional Chinese medicine.
2. There are many plants growing in biological works in the poem "The Book of Songs" about plant growth. Zheng wrote in the Book of Songs Qin: Qin and Fang are wanderers, while scholars and women are lingering. The woman said, "What do you think?" The scholar asked, "Why not?" "Why don't you have a look? Have fun outside! " Wizards and women, Ikey teased each other and fed them a spoonful of medicine. On that distant Festival of Thinking, you can hear the sound from the leaves and petals of bluegrass. "This festival is really lively. Come and play with me! " "I've just been there and I'm very tired. I don't want to go. " "Please come with me again, ok? It's so fun! " Bluegrass and peony add a little gorgeous color and fragrant flavor to that kind of love. In The Book of Songs Zheng Feng, there is a song called "Suburb Residence", which reads: Choose residence, choose its sparse words. Pick your house and use thin words. Choose one's residence and talk sparingly. I also like a poem "Picking Green" in The Book of Songs Xiaoya. Its name is very poetic. "In the end, I won't make a profit or lose money, so I gave it to Qu Ju, and I gave it back to Jose. Finally, the green picking was unprofitable, lasting for five days and not showing up for six days. My son was at the inauguration ceremony. His son was talking about his bow. Immersed in this green-picking work, melted in this "last time" Her hands are picking, but her thoughts have drifted away. Small plants have experienced wind, frost and rain, and they also carry all kinds of feelings given to them by people.
3. Are there any ancient poems about plantain? 1. Description: There is a poem about plantain in ancient poetry-"The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Complaints". 2. The original poem: complaints are picked and picked, and the words are thin.
Pick slugs, fine print. Select slugs and make a short comment.
Pick slugs and smooth them with fine print. Pick slugs and talk about them.
Pick and choose, say short words. 3. Translation: Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick.
Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick. Pick, pick, pick slugs.
Take it off piece by piece. Pick, pick, pick slugs and crush them one by one.
Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick. Pick, pick, pick slugs and roll up your skirt.
4. Note: (1) Mining: mining and mining. Fúyǐ: The name of the plantain. Its leaves and seeds can be used as medicine, which has obvious diuretic effect. There are many seeds on its ears, which may be related to the beliefs of many children at that time.
⑵ Thin words: Words are meaningless. Here mainly plays the role of supplementing syllables.
(3) Yes: obtain. (3) Du (3): Pick it up and reach for it.
5. Row: slide along the pole and take it one by one. [6] (Jie): Holding a skirt in one hand.
⑦ (xié): Tie the skirt on the belt and stuff it inside.
4. Seek the three primary colors of Plantaginis poem "Three Primary Colors"
semen plantaginis
I, on a blank sheet of paper,
White paper-nothing,
With three crayons,
Painting one by one,
Draw three lines,
Without a ruler,
The line is crooked.
The adults said:
Red, yellow and blue,
It's three primary colors,
Three straight lines,
It symbolizes three roads.
I don't understand,
And according to your own preferences,
Draw three circles.
I want to draw the roundest picture.
Appreciation: In the poem, a child tells himself:
I, on white paper/white paper … have nothing/draw a line with three crayons/draw three lines/have no ruler/crooked lines.
This is a common way for children to play, that's all, but:
Adults say (he is very big):/red, yellow and blue/are three primary colors/three straight lines/symbolize three roads.
Here, "adults" simply give so much meaning to children's meaningless games, and it is ironic to imagine simplicity as complexity. So the child said:
... we don't understand (what are we talking about? )/I drew three circles according to my preference/I want to draw the roundest circle.
This poem affirms that the simplified method used by children reflects the gap between the two generations and is a generation gap. When "adults" bring up children with old ideas, children lose the ability to understand the world. Because the world is open only to children. Those modern poems are not written for children, but they have special charm because they use children's eyes and follow the principle of simplification for children.
5. Poems about plants. Ancient poetry is muddy but not dirty, clear but not demon. -Lotus
Reflections on Ode to Historical Poems II (Eastern Jin Dynasty)
The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, and the seedlings are far away from the mountains.
The world is tall and handsome, and the terrain makes it so.
Zhang Jin was born in an old trade, and he was a seven-leaf mink. Isn't Feng Gong great, but he doesn't know what to do if he loses his head? -Pine trees
The branch in the corner is plum, and cold ling opens alone. This is not snow in the distance, because there is a faint fragrance floating.
Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes-plum blossoms.
Baodao comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.
Fold the plums and mail them to the leading family. Jiangnan has nothing, I will give you a spring.
6. What are the poems about plants? There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom/Plum Blossom
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. -Anonymous "Jiangnan"
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was you. -Lutong "Thinking"
Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea. -Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. -Zheng Xie's Hsinchu
The phoenix tree in the yard has lost all its leaves, and the lotus in the water has lost its charm during the day. _ _ _ _ Zhu's "Jing Tian Sha Qiu"
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. _ _ _ _ Song Qi's "On the Jade Pagoda, Spring Scene"
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. _ _ _ _ Zhang's "Fishing Songs, Egrets Fly in Front of the Cisse Mountain"
The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. _ _ _ _ Jing Li's "Paving Huanxisha Hand-rolled Jade Hooks and Real Beads"
7. The poem about plants is 1. Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
(He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") 2. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia) 3. Why should Qiangdi blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough. (Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci) 4. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet on the riverside.
(Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) 5. Spring scenery can't be caged in the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's "Not Worth Visiting the Garden") 6. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
(Yang Wanli's Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple) 7. Egrets fly in front of mount cisse, peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. (Zhang "Fishing Songs") 8. I want to wet apricot flowers and rain, but I don't want to blow my face.
(Zhinan "Jueju") 9. If the spring rain breaks the bridge, the boat will support Liu Yin. (Xu Fu's Youchun Lake) 10. If you know from a distance that this is not snow, there is a smell coming.
(Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi) 1 1. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 12. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
(Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems) 13. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. Han Yu's Early Spring presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department' 14. Flowers are more and more attractive, but shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.
(Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang) 15. Not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that there is no bloom. (Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum) 16. Learn to dye the light yellow day lily color, and several branches are fluttering in the wind.
(Yan's Lily) 17. This body is in the snow forest, and different peaches and plums are mixed with incense dust. (Wang Mian's White Eyebrows) 18. Steal a pear core and borrow a plum blossom soul.
(Cao Xueqin's Ode to Bai Hai Tang) 19. There is faint ink on the tree next to my house in Xiyan Lake. (Wang Mian's Mo Mei) 20. Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest.
(Deng Erya's "Flowers") Poems about Plants: The grass grows across the plain and comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Li Shangyin, a guest after leaving, is lost in my small garden without the rank of the inner room and the petals. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
Momoan, the first tree in my home in West Wild Goose Lake is in full bloom with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Lily blossoms are clear and neat, and Zhao He learns to dye the day lily pale yellow, and several branches are fluttering in the wind. It is difficult to feel sorry for yourself and join the WTO, which does not mean that this flower was planted in front of the imperial court.
Tang Yuanzhen's house with autumn chrysanthemum clusters is like a ceramic house, and the edges of the walls around it are more and more inclined. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Operator Yongmei Song Lu Yui broke the bridge outside, lonely and empty. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Yongmei Mao Zedong, an operator in Oracle Bone Inscriptions, sent spring home in the wind and rain. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When she was in bloom, she laughed in the bushes.
Mianxuelin in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei, and this body, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Mo Meiyuan, Wang Mian, my home is on the edge of the West Wild Goose Lake, with faint ink marks in full bloom. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
This park is not worth visiting. Ye Songshao Weng should pity the dog's teeth and print moss, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Flowers are in modern Deng Erya. Yesterday's snow looks like flowers, and tomorrow's flowers will look like snow. Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest.
Begonia Xueqin is half-rolled with a fragrant curtain and half-fan, and the ice is ground into earth and jade as a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
The fairy in the moon cave sewed a gown, and the eternal woman in my heart tried to cry in autumn. Who do you complain to in silence? Tired of leaning against the west wind, the night has fainted.
Acacia Wei When those red berries come in spring, they will appear on the branches of your southern country. I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love! In the Southern Dynasties, there were many kinds of leaves grafted by Lilium houliangxiao, and the flowers were the same color.
Dew or droop, droop from the wind. Looking back at Hua Qing Palace Chang 'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opening at the top of the mountain.
As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south. Drinking Huaiyang in the early winter night makes me want to have sex, and the guest sleeves invade the frosted candle tray.
Who will lean on the railing next year? Who is Shen Xia Xiansi singing in harmony? The grass road is too bumpy to find. One night, I dreamed at the foot of the mountain. The water was like a ring, like the moon.
Sighing flowers naturally seeks fragrance. If you are late for school, you don't have to be disappointed and resentful. The wind is crimson, the green leaves are shaded and the branches are full of branches.
The mountain is far away, the stone path is inclined, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Plums are counting in the corner, and cold ling opens it alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.
Aileen said that the flowers on land and water vegetation are lovely. Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world.
I only love lotus flowers, but I don't dye them. Clear blue waves rippling, but not demon. The outside is straight, not creeping, elegant, and it is not ridiculous for me to look at it from a distance. I call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Lian Ai, who's left? Peony's love should attract all people! Bai Juyi's "Qin Zhongyin" 10 "Buy Flowers" The imperial capital is dying in spring, and it is noisy. * * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.
The price is uncertain, and the number of flowers is rewarded directly. Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food.
Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it. Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change.
There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally. Bow your head and sigh alone. No one knows this sigh.
Bai Juyi's "Peony Square" is a good example, and its poem goes: Peony Square, Peony Square, Golden Flower Ruby Room. A thousand pieces of red Xia Yingming and a hundred crimson lights are bright.
According to the ground, the splendid satin blooms, and the wind doesn't knot the blue musk sac. Fairy trees are white and colorless, and the peach blossoms of the Queen Mother are small and not fragrant.
Dewdrops are purple, and the morning glow is red. There are shades of red and purple, and the back is always very low
Ying Ye is sentimental and ashamed, and lying in the flowers is hard to make up. Doubt covers your mouth, resentment and low charming smile, such as heartbroken.
Rich and expensive multimedia messages are brilliant and colorful, and they are unparalleled. Carnation's money is good, hibiscus peony is bitter ... = = = = = = = Xu Ning has a poem "Peony": Who doesn't love peony flowers, takes all the good things in the city.
English is the goddess of Luochuan, who tries her best to break the morning glow. = = = = = = = = = Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum Autumn Silk looks like a Taoist, and the edge of the fence is more and more inclined.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. Chrysanthemums are planted in Huang Chao, where the west wind is rustling all over the yard, but it is hard to come to Hua Die in cold weather.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils and Huang Tingjian's Ling Boxian dust socks and walked lightly on the water.
Who recruited this heartbroken soul, kindness.
8. What is the rain in the poem about plants? Pear blossoms closed the door, forgot youth and missed it. -Tang Yin's Pruning Plums, Rain and Pear Flowers.
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. -Su Shi's Spring Night, Spring Night is worth a thousand dollars in a flash.
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. -Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huan, Flower Shed and Spring Red.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. -Lu You's "Chai Feng Hong Crisp Hands"
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. -Zheng Sixiao's "Painting Chrysanthemums"
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. -Anonymous "Yao Tao"
Waiting for the autumn of the eighth day of the ninth lunar month —— Huang Chao's The Last Happiness.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. -Liu's "Spring Complaint"
How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold? -Ode to the Opening Ceremony by Master Huang Berui
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. -Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple
I refused to marry Spring E68A843231313335323130323136333331333333333333, but I was rejected for no reason. -He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond"
There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. -Lu Kai's Poems for Ye Fan
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. -Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. -Lu Meipo's "Xue Mei No.1"
The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. -Jie Jiang's "A piece of plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene/Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing"
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. -Liu Che's Autumn Wind
Red bean shrubs grow in the south, and many branches will sprout in spring —— Wang Wei's Acacia.
You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin —— Li Qingzhao's Dream, Storm Last Night.
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. -Anonymous "Jiangnan"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun. -Na Lanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone"
Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea. -Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. -Du Fu's Two Poems
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. -Song Qi's "Yulouchun".
Facing the trees and leaves of other countries, I am lonely in the cold night. -Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam"
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and different peaches and plums are mixed; -Wang Mian's "Bridled Eyebrows"
Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge and Sweet Osmanthus"
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! -Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems on Liangzhou.
Begonia has not been wet by the rain, pear blossoms are like snow, but it's a pity that spring is half over. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are Delicate and Willow is Soft"
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Pine trees rot at the end of the Millennium, and hibiscus flowers are proud every day. -Bai Juyi's "Five Songs, Fifth"
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom/Plum Blossom
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. -Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. -Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky, Snow Show Mountain City, Jade Meaning Cold"
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches. -Qin Guan's Spring Day
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. -Han Yi "Cold Food/Cold Food Day is a Thing"
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. -Bai Juyi's "Grass/Fude Guyuan Grass Farewell"
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9. Poems related to plants include [Plum Blossom].
1. There are some plums in the corner. Ling cold opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
I'm not talking about fighting for spring, but a group of people are jealous. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
3. The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant.
4. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
5. jade bone's ice muscles are unique, and the cliff is Ao Shuang.
6. Frost deceives snow without fear, and the colder it is, the more fragrant it is.
7. narcissism is far away, and I want to call Dongfeng newspaper early spring.
[willow]
1. Short strips blow short long dikes, and oriole Chen Wenjing cries on them.
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
3. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
[Begonia]
1. "Clear Autumn" exhibition photo, next to Su Yingyu window.
2. Do you know, do you know? Red should wither and green must grow?