Begonia has a graceful appearance and blooms like a brocade. It has been a famous flower appreciated by both refined and popular people since ancient times. It is known as "the fairy among flowers", "the noble concubine of flowers" and "the noble flower". "The beauty of the country", Lu You's poem said: "Although it is beautiful and has no vulgar appearance, the emperor is really rich and noble." This is how to describe the beauty and elegance of Begonia. The following are the works of literati from all dynasties chanting Begonia:
"Begonia"
Song Dynasty Su Shi
The east wind is full of admiration, and the moon is full of fragrant mist in the corridor. . I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep late at night, so I burned a high candle to illuminate my red makeup.
"The mountains to the east of Dinghuiyuan where I live are full of miscellaneous flowers, and there is a crabapple, which the natives don't know how valuable it is"
Song Dynasty Su Shi
The miasma and vegetation in Jiangcheng , only famous flowers are bitter and lonely. Between the beautiful smile and the bamboo fence, the mountains full of peaches and plums are always vulgar.
I also know that creation has deep meaning, so I send a beautiful woman to the empty valley. Wealth and honor naturally come from heaven, and there is no need to wait for a golden plate to recommend a gorgeous house.
The red lips are so drunk that the face is dizzy, and the green sleeves and rolled gauze reflect the red flesh. The forest is deep and foggy, the dawn is late, the sun is warm, the wind is gentle, and I have enough sleep in spring.
There are tears in the rain and sadness, and no one is more beautiful under the moon. The husband has nothing to do with his food, and he takes a leisurely walk to check his belly.
Don’t ask about other people’s houses or monks’ houses, just knock on the door with a stick and look at the bamboos. Suddenly, when the beautiful light fades away, I sigh, speechless and wipe my sick eyes.
Where can I get this flower in a poor country? It is a good thing to move it to Western Shu. It's hard to reach even an inch of root thousands of miles away, but the swans fly to catch the swans.
Everyone who wanders around the world can recite this song to drink a bottle of it. Tomorrow, when I wake up from alcohol and come alone, I can't bear to touch the falling snow.
"Begonia"
Song Dynasty Lu You
Although he is gorgeous and has no vulgar appearance, the emperor is really rich and noble.
I am a guest from Western Sichuan, and I have the disgrace to travel with Haitang.
We should never see each other again, and I am very sad when I open the picture.
"Reflections on the Begonia Painted on the Screen of the Post House"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
I am bored and just want to face the wall, but my heart is as stubborn as a stone. Du Men came back and sighed about his habits. He stopped drinking and regained his composure.
Begonias bloom in February in Chengdu, and the city is wrapped in beauty. The most prosperous place in Yan Palace is the Sea of ??Flowers, and there are relics of the hegemonic heroes.
The scarlet parrot and green are extremely clever, and the overlapping calyx and heavy tarsus dazzle the sun. The dream of prosperity suddenly blew away, but I still remember it vividly when I close my eyes and think carefully.
It is not easy to know how to find joy and sorrow together. Old friends should remember the poems of drunkenness. It was a windy and rainy night in Jiazhou Station. I looked toward the screen with sorrow and saw broken branches.
"Butterflies Love Flowers"
Song Dynasty·Ge Shengzhong
I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night. The fire shines with red makeup, and you are satisfied to stay as a guest.
Looking around with phoenix candles and thousands of flowers, I am looking for a place to relieve my sorrow.
The red light in Hanyuan is not idle talk. In front of Qijing Pavilion, there are coral trees.
Please remind me to sound the drum and the wind will be bad in the Ming Dynasty, and the red rain will fall.
"Good things are coming soon"
Song Dynasty. Zhou Zizhi
Spring is like a wine glass, so drunk that Begonia is weak. Who dyes jade to enlarge the face and make the Yan branch color?
It is most ruthless to send spring wind and rain, and it is a pity to blow it to pieces. Why don't you leave the flowers to stay and call the servant girl to urge you to take pictures?
"Cold in Spring"
Song Dynasty. Chen Yuyi
It was windy in Baling in February, and the spring cold was not over yet.
Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.
"Like the Dream Ling·Last night the rain and the wind were strong"
Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao
Last night the rain and the wind were strong, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
"Poppy"
Song Dynasty·Li Misun
Who will rule the spring after the begonias bloom. It rains every day. Poor new green all over the broken branches. There are no fragrant cheeks, powder, or swallow fat.
We joined hands to listen to Golden Thread last year. It's where the flowers fly. When you get old, you can't help but worry. This kind of worry comes to bully the elderly, when can I rest?
Begonia flowers
Liu Zihui of the Song Dynasty
The quiet and graceful appearance makes the spring clear, and the plum blossoms borrow the wind and the willows borrow the light. The first planting was directly connected to the wild water, and the half-opening was close to the Qingming Festival.
After several nights of rain, the fragrance is still there, but the painting cannot be completed after being stained by the smoke. The old poet had no intention of writing the title, and it still seems melancholy and sentimental.
"Two poems about unopened begonias from the same generation·Part 2"
Jin·Yuan Haowen
There are layers of new green among the branches, and the little buds are hidden deeply Count the reds.
Don’t vomit when you cherish your beauty, and teach the peaches and plums to make spring breeze.
The following poem about crabapples comes from Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions":
Tan Chun "Ode to White Begonias"
The setting sun is cold and the grass covers the heavy door, and the moss is green and covered with rain. Rear basin. Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy.
The beautiful heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the third night of the moon. I don't know if the immortal immortal can become an immortal, and I can sing the dusk with my passion.
Baochai's "Ode to the White Begonia"
Treasuring her beautiful appearance, she keeps the door closed during the day and holds her own hands with the urn to fill the moss basin. Rouge washes out the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow reveal the soul.
You will know that the flowers are more beautiful when they are very light. How can you find jade without a trace when you are so sad? In order to repay the white emperor for his cleanliness, Tingting said nothing and the sun became dim again.
Baoyu's "Ode to the White Begonia"
The autumn face reflects lightly on the heavy door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow. When I get out of the bath, the ice of Tai Zhen makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul.
The morning breeze does not dissipate a thousand sorrows, and the Suyu adds a trace of tears. Leaning alone on the painting railing, if you like, I will clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send off the dusk.
Daiyu's "Ode to the White Begonia"
The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin. I stole three cents of the pistil's white color, and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom's soul.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry. Shy and silent, I complain to someone. I feel tired leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night.
Part 1 of Xiangyun's "Ode to White Begonia"
The gods came to the capital yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade. Of course Shuang'e prefers coldness, but if it weren't for Guan Qiannu, she would also leave her soul.
The autumn clouds bring out the snow, and the rain stains add traces of the night. But I like that the poet is tireless in chanting, so how can I spend the morning and dusk in loneliness?
Xiangyun's "Ode to the White Begonia" Part 2
The Hengzhi steps lead to the Luoxin gate, which is suitable for both the corner and the basin. It is difficult to find a mate because the flowers are happy and clean, and it is easy for people to lose their souls in the sad autumn.