Pear Blossom:
The mandarin ducks sleep in pairs at night, and the pear blossoms of a tree cover the begonias. (Su Dongpo.)
Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of trees bloom. The pear blossoms are blooming. (Cen Shen)
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossoms brings rain in spring. (Bai Juyi)
The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are dark green, and catkins fly all over the city. (Su Dongpo)
The red sleeves are weaving and praising the persimmon stems, and the green flag is selling wine while the pear blossoms are blooming. (Li Shangyin)
Build a pile of pear blossoms with snow, who will be leaning on the railing next year? (Du Mu)
The sun sets through the screen window and becomes dusk, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. Spring is approaching late in the lonely empty courtyard, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. (Liu Fangping)
Although the old mountain is here, I don’t care about you, and I want to spend the late spring in Chang’an. A pear tree and a stream of moon, I wonder who it belongs to tonight? (Anonymous "Miscellaneous Poems")
The red lips are opened, the golden wind blows the osmanthus, the lingering dreams are awakened, and the pear blossoms are drizzled. ("Jade Butterfly")
Xueling Songbian Road, Yuehan Lake Village. Misty pear blossoms enter the dream cloud. Patrol, the small eaves are fragrant and the trees are spring. Jiang Meixin, the green bird crows to people. (Yuanwu Town Xiaoling "[Nanlu] Golden Character Classic·Meibian")
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Xinghua:
Visiting the Apricot Blossoms in Zhaocun
Tang Bai Juyi
The red apricots in Zhaocun bloom every year. How many times have you come to see them in fifteen years?
It is difficult for the seventy-three people to come back again, and this spring is the time when flowers will come.
Apricot Blossoms
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
I lived in an empty ancient temple in Beiguo, and the two apricot blossoms were white and red. The Qujiang River is full of gardens that are inaccessible.
It is better to take shelter from the rain and wind. After two years of wandering out of the mountains, I saw many similar and different vegetation.
If the winter cold is not strict enough, it will always be released, and the Yang Qi will be chaotic and ineffective. The mayor has floating flowers in Langgrui, which are still in the miasma after they bloom.
The pomegranates and duckweeds have little meaning, and they are yellow and purple in the sunlight.
Partridges and apes call to rest, and green maples gather in deep valleys. How can we play with such a tree?
What a poor country it would be if we were in Beijing. Today, Hu Wei is suddenly melancholy, and thousands of pieces are wandering west and east.
It will be better to respond better next year. Taoist, don’t forget the old man next door.
Xinghua
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The country in Shang Dynasty was worth its weight in the past, and its pavilions were as beautiful as words. I am temporarily rewarded in a foreign land. How can I be unkind?
With less aid, more wind and more strength, the wall is high and the moon has traces. In order to contain infinite meaning, it is incomparable.
Fairy Yujing Road, the owner Jinguyuan. When will I say goodbye to the blue sky, who will accompany me through the dusk.
The lead in the mirror is greasy, and the osmanthus in the furnace is warm. Finally, the bamboo leaves should be urged, and the peach roots should be chanted first.
Don’t learn to cry into blood and teach dreams to send souls. The king of Wu was walking along the incense trail and lost his way into Yancun.
Apricot Blossoms
Tang Luoyin
The heating latent urges spring, the plum blossoms have faded and the apricot blossoms are new.
How can a half-open and half-fallen leisure garden be different from the prosperous and withered people in the world?
The apricot blossoms in the ancient garden
Tang Zhangji
The apricot blossoms in the abandoned garden are there, and travelers are worried about the time. A new trench bottom is opened alone, with old burnt branches half exposed.
The evening is full of desolate scenery and the overcast monuments are overturned. Under the vast ancient tombs, who knows when spring is over.
Two Apricot Blossoms in the West Village
Tang Sikong Pictures
The thin greasy power is weak, look at the sad farewell. The east wind is ruthless, and the disease of the west is difficult to cure.
The muscles are subdivided into red veins, and the fragrance is strong and the purple buds are broken. There is no reason to keep it for fun, and I have to endure it and throw it away.
Hometown Apricot Blossoms
Tang Sikong Pictures
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms, holding the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right.
If you want to ask, why are old friends different from a flower branch and a glass of wine?
Apricot blossoms
Tang Sikong Pictures
The poet prefers Don't argue with the origin of this sad feeling.
Explanation of laughter should also include interpretation of speech, and only the carefree voice of a beautiful oriole should be used.
Apricot Blossom
Tang Wen Tingyun
The red flowers have just begun to bloom, and the snowflakes are numerous, overlapping and filling the small garden.
How can it be that if you still look at it with despair when you see it in its full glory, it’s a shame that the place you’ve opened has been turned upside down.
Love has accumulated thousands of poems for the world, and drunkenness is like a bottle of wine from my hometown.
Yao Yao sings beautifully on a spring afternoon, where is the red door behind the wall?
Apricot Blossoms
Tang Wenxian
The clear branches on the snow are bright and red, reflecting the green leaves. The shop is fragrant and the wind blows up at night, and the village is filled with white rain.
It is quiet and peaceful, but it is full of flowers. If you enjoy it leisurely for a long time, you can't break the enchantment.
I saw apricot blossoms on the way
Tang Wurong
A red branch appeared on the top of the wall, and the passers-by outside the wall were alone and sad.
Looks like there is still hatred, but it is even harder to stay in the wrong place.
The dark-colored orioles in the forest sky arrive first, and the fragrant and cold spring butterflies have not yet traveled.
More recalling the thousands of trees in the imperial hometown, and the darkening sun in China.
Apricot blossoms
Tang Wurong
The thin pink and red color lightly hides the shyness, and the flowers are full of romance.
Ruan is weak even if he is drunk, and he feels sorry for himself even if he cannot condense into a song.
When I take a photo alone by the waterside, the most affectionate place is on top of the wall.
Pei Hui couldn't say goodbye in the day, so he waited until dusk to face the restaurant.
Xinghua
Tang Xueneng
The vivid color and fragrance are first-class, and the hands are moved close to the brothel.
Who knows that beauty will eventually bring negative consequences, and she will laugh endlessly into the spring breeze.
Xinghua
Tang Yuanzhen
Goes in and out of Youyintai all the year round, and returns early every time because of the spring scenery.
I feel ashamed that the apricot garden opened in Jingjing, and the garden in Tongzhou also opened first.
Apricot Blossoms
Tang Zhenggu
Don’t imitate the plum blossoms and bully the snow, the light red shines on the blue pond. After the new peach fades, the twin swallows arrive.
The incense belongs to the dragon guest, and the smoke cage stays on the butterfly branch. Linxuan must be judged by its appearance, and the wind and rain can easily leave it.
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Plum blossoms:
Plum blossoms
Wang Anshi
A few plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han Drive alone. I don't know that there is no snow in the distance, but there is a secret fragrance coming.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a poem about plum blossoms
Wang Anshi
Huafa is happy to see plum blossoms in spring, and one of them is piled high with snow on the roadside.
When he recalled the old days of Nanmo in Fengcheng, it was difficult for Xiang Yao to come with the post envoy.
Recalling Plum Blossoms
Li Shangyin
Stand at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things. Winter plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year's flowers.
In mid-November, plum blossoms can be seen in Fufengjie
Li Shangyin
The pavilions on the road are beautiful and fragrant at times. Su'e is only with the moon, and the young girl does not spare the frost.
Giving a hand that is far away and empty, but hurting and leaving a broken heart. For whom is it a morning show? Don't wait for the new year to be fragrant
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 1 -)
Lu You
I heard the plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 2)
The branches in the deep valley can be farther north, and the flowers bloom late every year. Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know that it is the time when the ice and snow accumulate?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 3)
The wind blows louder when the snow blows, but the integrity of the flower is the strongest. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.
Early Plum Blossoms
Southern Dynasty·Xie Xie
Welcome spring so it blooms early, and you don’t mind the cold alone. Afraid of falling flowers, no one cares to look at them.
Jiangmei
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The plum blossoms are broken in the front, and there are more plum blossoms in the later years. I know that spring is good, but what is the worst thing to worry about?
Snow trees are of the same color, and the river wind is also ripples. The hometown cannot be seen, Wuxiu is gloomy and craggy.
Early Plum Blossoms
Tang·Qiji
Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary roots are warm and alone. In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night.
The wind carries the delicate fragrance, and the birds take a look at the beautiful scenery. Next year, as expected, Yingchun Terrace will be released first.
Tang Dynasty·Wang Wei
Miscellaneous Poems
You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, have the winter plum blossoms bloomed yet?
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Chrysanthemum:
Appreciating chrysanthemums (Shen Junru)
A cluster of cold chrysanthemums is more beautiful than the beautiful ones, hiding the movement of the clear window Green gauze.
At first I felt a slight fragrance in the hothouse, and it was really strange and beautiful.
Poetry of Autumn Ju (Chen Yi)
Autumn chrysanthemum can be proud of the frost, but the wind and frost are heavy.
It is cold-resistant, but what can it do about wind and frost?
Chrysanthemum Appreciation (Zhu De)
The branches of strange flowers are independent, and the jade bones and ice muscles are closed under the eyes.
Let's listen to the peace of the world, and I am willing to use chrysanthemum wine to resolve the old grudges.
The fragrance of chrysanthemums (Zang Kejia)
The scenery of the North, no wind or rain during the Double Ninth Festival.
If you don’t go to the western mountains to see the red leaves, you will come to see the yellow leaves.
People are leaning on sparse fences, flowers are next to palace walls, red curtains are in the city, and gate towers are looking up to the sky.
I borrow the fragrance and appreciate it alone, thinking about the flying geese flying to the end of the world.
There is no need to hold a bowl of wine, and it is particularly delicious to recite good verses silently.
The figure is thin and energetic, with his head raised toward the east.
Appreciating Chrysanthemums (Dong Biwu)
There are more than a hundred famous species of chrysanthemums, and the flowers bloom beautifully.
Autumn is pale outside the garden, but spring is coming before your eyes.
Who is responsible for the merit of creation? Hard-working and intelligent.
Enjoy your heart and invite guests***; sing music to prolong your life.
White Chrysanthemums (Bai Juyi) on the Double Ninth Festival
The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost.
It’s like today’s singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.
Chrysanthemum (Li Shangyin)
Dark lavender, melting yellow.
Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
Whenever it is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun.
May the golden parrot ascend to the White Yutang.
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 all the flowers have bloomed.
Yongju (Huangchao)
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
[Chrysanthemum Rhyme]--Li Shiguang--
Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers,
endless romantic writing of sunset;
Ready at your fingertips Unintentional sentence,
The natural charm has entered thousands of families.
〔Autumn Sound〕--Fengzi--
There is a piece of gold in front of the steps under the corridor,
The sound of fragrance surges over visitors.
Only because of heavy frost can one become a great person,
The east fence of Liangyuan is the place where ancient and modern people are born.
[Chrysanthemum of Jucheng]--Wang Ruting--
The image of lions and dragons actually flies into the sky,
Ren Ziwei is once again glorious!
The alleys and streets are filled with fragrance.
Chrysanthemums bloom on the desk in September.
"He Guo Zhubu" Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty:
Fangju blooms in Linyao,
Green pines crown rock formations.
With such a pure and beautiful appearance,
Zhuo is the best under Shuangxia.
"Fu Got the Broken Chrysanthemum" Taizong of the Tang Dynasty:
The orchids on the steps condense in the summer frost, and the chrysanthemums on the banks shine in the morning light.
The dew is thick and the smile is bright, and the wind is light and fragrant.
The thin leaves are light green, and the round flowers are bright yellow.
Still as beautiful as this year, and will be beautiful again after we get married.
"Nine Days in Yun'an" Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty:
All the cold flowers have bloomed,
The chrysanthemums are only full of branches.
The old pickers change frequently,
The light-flavored wine will temporarily follow.
"Yong Chrysanthemum" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty:
One night of new frost covered the tiles lightly,
The newly broken plantains fell over the lotus.
Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant.
The golden millet is more clear at dawn.
"Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn bushes around the house look like Tao's house,
The fence around the house becomes increasingly sloping.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers.
This flower will bloom and there will be no flowers.
"Chrysanthemum" Wu Lulei of the Tang Dynasty
Charming golden skirt,
Slim and fair skin.
It is very different when you know it,
It seems to be the same as the cold season.
I can’t bear to fall to the ground,
I would rather die if I hold on to my skills.
"Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Dark lavender, melting yellow.
Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
Whenever it is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun.
May the golden parrot ascend to the White Yutang.
Two poems about chrysanthemums from the Tang Dynasty·Huang Chao
One "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" (it is said that Huang Chao composed it when he was five years old)
The rustling west wind filled the courtyard with plants,
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It is hard for butterflies to come when the pistils are cold and fragrant.
If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Two "Fu Di Hou Fu Chrysanthemum"
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
"Zhao Chang Hanju" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The light muscles and weak bones are scattered and quiet,
The golden pistils are filled with flowing clouds.
If you want to know the old trillium medicine,
The flowers will bloom when the grass is destroyed.
"Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
The lonely east fence is wet with dew,
The golden house in front shines on the sand.
There are few women in the world who have no charm.
They only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
"Folding Chrysanthemums on September 12th" by Lu You, Song Dynasty
The fragrant yellow flowers are unique and extraordinary,
The wrong combination of dogwood skills on the Double Ninth Festival.
It’s late to see Ling Shuangcao,
It’s funny that children say it’s outdated.
"Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty
The golden stamens are scattered,
Although they are withered, they do not change their fragrance.
The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes,
It is still possible to clear the glass from a car.
"Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty
The native flowers can be both white and red,
I can still love this work in the evening.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind.
"Ode to October Chrysanthemums" Jin·Yuan Haowen
Qiuxiang was used in poetry by poets in the old days, but now it is passed down to busy people in the late festival.
If it is not the west wind that keeps guests,
The plum blossoms will fade away after a long time.
"Chrysanthemum" Shen Zhou, Ming Dynasty
When autumn is full, flowers begin to appear at the roots of the hedgerows,
but from indifference to prosperity.
The west wind gate contains fragrance,
Except the Tao family to my home.
"Ying Chrysanthemum" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Things have always come from different families.
Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and age?
Chrysanthemums are white in the land of wind and frost,
not chrysanthemums in spring.
"Chrysanthemum" Tang Yin, Ming Dynasty
The three paths of the hometown are covered with secluded bushes,
Xuanshuang fell into the blue sky one night.
How many far away guests have not returned,
I just use the fence to watch the autumn breeze.
"Appreciating Chrysanthemums" by Dong Biwu
There are more than a hundred famous species of chrysanthemums, and the flowers bloom beautifully.
Autumn is pale outside the garden, but spring is coming before your eyes.
Who is responsible for the merit of creation? Hard-working and intelligent.
Enjoy your heart and invite guests***; sing music to prolong your life.
"Autumn Ju" by Chen Yi
The autumn chrysanthemum can be proud of the frost,
The wind and frost are full of evil.
It is cold-resistant by nature,
Nothing can be done about wind and frost!
Master Hongyi's "Stanzas for the Red Chrysanthemum"
A single branch of chrysanthemum stands tall in the evening festival.
The color of the cloud is bright red,
Martyrdom should bleed.
Master Hongyi's "Poetry on Chrysanthemums"
I came to plant the flowers,
When I left, the flowers had not bloomed,
How could there be no beauty left? ,
Leave it to future generations. "
The chrysanthemum poem in "A Dream of Red Mansions" is one of the best. Please enjoy the chrysanthemum poems in the Red Mansion Art Garden
Recalling the Chrysanthemum
Looking at the west wind and thinking sadly, When the polygonum is red and the reeds are white, there is no sign of autumn in the old garden. The thin moon is clear and the frost is clear.
My thoughts are returning to the wild geese. I sit alone and listen to the late anvil. Who pities me for my yellow flower disease. , Congratulations on the Double Ninth Festival
----Heng Wujun
Visit Ju
Try to take a leisurely trip while the frost is clear, and don’t leave the wine glass and medicine cup filled with water. . Who is planting it under the moonlight outside the threshold?
The wax clogs come from afar and are full of joy. /p>
----Master Yihong
Planting chrysanthemums
I brought my hoe to the autumn garden and planted it in front of the fence. It rained unexpectedly last night. Live, I am still happy to see the frost blooming.
Reciting a thousand poems about autumn colors, drinking a glass of cold-scented wine. p>----Yihong Gongzi
Chrysanthemums
Moved from the other garden, the flowers are more precious than gold. One trace is light and the other is deep. Ketou sits beside the sparse fence, filled with cool fragrance. Holding my knees and chanting.
There is no one who can be proud of me, but it seems that I am the only one who knows me! /p>
Offering chrysanthemums
It is a joy to play the piano and drink wine. Several tables are decorated with incense sticks in three paths, and people are throwing books to one branch of autumn.
The frost clears the paper tent and brings new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels. The spring breeze also leaves the peaches and plums unswamped.
Yong chrysanthemums.
The rogue poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is silent while standing on the fence. The poem is written in the frost, and the paper is full of self-pity and resentment. , who explains Qiuxin in a few words? From Tao Lingpingzhang, it has been said through the ages
----The Concubine Xiaoxiang
Huaju
The poems and plays are not crazy, how can it be a contest of painting? Thousands of ink are splashed on the leaves, and a few traces of frost are dyed on the flowers. . Don’t waste time picking flowers on the east fence and chatting on the screen to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
----Heng Wujun
Ask about the autumn mood. Unknown to everyone, he murmured with his hands behind his back, "Who is hiding in the world?"
How lonely is the frost in the garden? Talkers, why not explain it for a while?
----Concubine Xiaoxiang
Hairpin Chrysanthemum
I am busy planting bottles for fences every day, so I come to rest. Look at the makeup in the mirror. The young man from Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrance of the kudzu scarf is stained by the autumn frost. He smiled at the roadside.
---Jiao Xia Ke
Chrysanthemum shadows
The autumn light overlapped and moved quietly through the three paths. The sparse lamps describe the distance and the near, and the moon locks are exquisite through the sieve of the fence.
The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty. Don't step on the cherished secret fragrance to break it. Who can recognize the hazy eyes when you are drunk?
----Old Friend of Zhenxia
Chrysanthemum Dream
Having a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose, and when I wake up, I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who can I complain to when I wake up: The decaying grass and cold smoke have endless love!
---Concubine Xiaoxiang
Remnant chrysanthemum
The dew and frost are gradually falling, and the feast has just passed the light snow. The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves.
The moon is falling on the bed, and the cicadas are sick, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away. We will meet again next year when the autumn wind tells us, don't miss us when we break up for the time being!
----Jiao Xia Ke
Daizongfang Chrysanthemum Poetry Recital (Two Poems)
(One)
Qinghan When I visited Daizongfang for the first time, I saw the flowing water flowing along the corridor and the strange fragrance flying around.
Reluctantly, all the flowers languish and go away,
The loving flowers wear new clothes.
(2)
As the autumn breeze approaches the new winter,
sages flock to chant the Dai Zong.
The ink is exhausted and the purple is full of pride,
I recall Tao Gong in the song.
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Lotus:
Jiangnan
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are fields with lotus leaves.
The fish plays among the lotus leaves, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the north.
Wang Changling of the Lotus Picking Song
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming to both sides of the face.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
At dawn, Jingci sends Lin Zifang off to Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
The lotus flowers are clear and the stone waves
The five-inch lotus leaves are delicate, and they stick to the waves without hindering the movement of the painting boat;
When the wind blows in April and May, it can also Covering the waist of a beautiful woman.
"The Theory of Love and Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty
There are many lovely flowers on land and water. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the Li and Tang Dynasties, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches, can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with.
◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin· Yuefu
The green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with red and fresh colors. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·Liang·Shen Yue
The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
◇Collecting lotuses~Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wujun
Weigela with mixed flowers and silk flowers, and robes hanging down the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish. I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom.
◇Poetry of Lotuses~Jiang Hong
There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit. The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, I lost my support as a commoner. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.
◇ Ode to the Lotus of One Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan
The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water. A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends. The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances in the wind of the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.
◇The Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty Yin Yingtong
There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the ropes to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.
◇Ancient Style (Twenty-Six)~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
The roots have not yet been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
◇Lotus Picking Song~Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasties
The golden oar magnolia boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across the Pudu River, and lotus leaves fill the river. The house is easy to hold, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.
◇If you break the lotus, you will receive a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Walking in the river and playing in the autumn water, I love the fresh red lotus. If you climb the lotus and play with the beads, the ripples will not become round. The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky. There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze with regret.
◇Lotus~Li Shangyin
They are all colorless, but they are fragrant. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and my socks are soaked in water when I cross the quilt. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
◇Lotus~Wen Tingyun
The green pond is swaying to meet the stars, and the orchids are rolling into the white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
◇Leave Jingci Temple in the evening to see off Lin Zifang~Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
◇The hibiscus on Qian's pond~Wen Zhengming
In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and the hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Looking at each other in old age is useless, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
◇A cut of plum blossoms~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao
In autumn, the fragrant red lotus root remains in the jade mat, I undress lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
◇Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call their eyes, invading the dawn and peeking into the eaves. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one.
My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
◇Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huangqiong
Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards the inlet. The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs.
◇Lotus Picking Song~Li Yaru
The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, with faintly connected dots of red flowers. Three or five small boats are approaching, singing loudly and plucking lotus flowers.
◇Furong~Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
The most pitiful thing is the few red and pink marks, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at myself in shock and pity, Xishi originally lived in Zhuluo Village.
◇Thoughts on Ou Xiang~Modern · Xiawen
Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi, boating on the water in Ou Xiang; the willows on the bank are dyed green and the clear stream is green, and the fragrance of lotus is refreshing and golden Autumn.
Being stranded in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; political leaders and people are rich, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit.
◇The South Pavilion is so beautiful in summer~Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
◇Untitled·Part 2~Li Shangyin
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
◇Friends in Summer~Xu Ji
Flowing water steps eliminate silence, and you can feel free to sleep alone. The moon is growing in the forest at dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night long. Recalling Hehuapu from afar, who sings about Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together.
◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun
The country and the city are overwhelmed by hatred, so many red tears weep in Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin. The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake.
◇Nanxiangzi·Li Xun
Ride a colorful boat and cross the lotus pond, singing songs to wake up the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine.
◇Huanxisha·Li Jing
The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying among the blue waves. Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears of infinite hatred, leaning on the railing.
◇Sidixiang·Sun Guangxian
How is it? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.
◇Recalling Yuhang·Pan Lang
I always remember the lonely mountain. The mountain is like a cluster of black flowers in the center of the lake. The monk's room faces the lake on all sides, and the clear water comes and goes.
The fragrance of lotus flowers fills the Lianyun Pavilion, and the clear sound from the pavilion is heard under the eaves. Don't let the dust stain people's clothes, and dream about flying in the air.
◇Picking mulberry seeds·Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus flowers bloom. When wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red banners and green covers in front and behind. The painting boat was pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance was golden, the mist and rain were gentle, and I returned drunk with music and songs.
◇Linjiangxian·Ouyang Xiu
It is raining on the Qinglei Pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops is heard as the lotuses are broken. The west corner of the small building has a bright red sky. The place where I lean against the wall is waiting for the moon to be born.
The swallows fly to peek at the painted building, and the jade hook hangs down the curtain. The cool waves will not move and the mat will be flat. There are two pillows of water and essence, with a fallen hairpin beside them.
◇Licorice Seed·Liu Yong
At dusk in autumn, lotuses are scattered randomly, and pearls rain down. After the rain, the moon shines brightly, and it becomes cold in Yuanyangpu.
On the pond, Pinglan is worried about having no partner, but this is the mood of living alone! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, he recited the words of Fen Lang.
◇Die Lian Hua·Yan Jidao
The first twist of frost gives rise to despair. The sound of orioles in the leaves seems to be imitating Qin'e's singing. After waking up from a nap, I felt lazy for a while, and the double-striped green mat was covered with cold waves. After the rain, the wind blows and the blue sky rises.
The lotuses are pulsing, and the faces are red with tears. Slanted against the green clouds and the crescent moon, the curved ring looks like a frown.
◇Sheng Chazi·Yan Jidao
I have always hated crossing the river, so I moved to live near Xitou. While wandering on the Mulan boat, I strayed into Shuangyuan Pu. There are thin clouds for no reason, and the rain is dark. The green sleeves are cold, and I want to speak to the lotus.
◇Ruan Langgui·Early Summer·Su Dongpo
The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows. The heavy smoke washes away under the green screen window, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime.
After the light rain, the lotuses turn over and the pomegranate flowers bloom. The jade basin is clear from the spring with delicate hands, and the pearls are broken but round.
◇Yongyule·Su Dongpo
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to see the loneliness. Like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dark dreamy clouds are startled. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden. A tired traveler from the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past his hometown. The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.
◇Mantingfang·Huang Tingjian
The water is thick and clear, the new strips are light green, and the green light reflects the empty pavilion. There are golden mandarin ducks and frost herons, and the lotus paths are covered with secluded duckweeds. The balusters of the fragrant ferry are curved and red, and the lattice is thin and sparse.
On a clear night, the moon is full in Hengtang, and the clear water can see the moving stars. It's pleasant to listen to. After the light rain, the algae and nymphaeum will be moved to the bed, and the Xiang mat will be a square screen.
The mist-scaled clouds are swirling, the sound is constant, and the eaves are ringing with wind chimes. When the banquet resumes, the Yaochi is full of snow and the mountains are dewy and the Buddha's head is green.
◇Huang Yinger·Chao Buzhi
The beauty of Nanyuan is suitable for summer. In twos, twos, threes, new bamboo shoots emerge from the bamboo shoots, and Yi Yi crosses the eaves and invades the house.
Listen to the chaotic wind of lotus flowers and the fine rain of sycamore trees. After noon, the shadows on the curtain are uneven, the sound of cicadas is heard in the distant forest, and the remains of a deep dream are revealed.
Standing still, the past is gone, how could I have lived there for a while? Taking care of human affairs, it is not enough to reflect on the emotions in dreams.
Looking at the floating flowers, a wisp of incense lingers on the stick. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian was the couple of Emperor Xi.
◇Nan Kezi·"Selected Poems of the Sages of the Tang and Song Dynasties"
Ten miles away, the green mountains are far away, and the tidal flat road is sandy. The birds chirp several times to complain about the years, and it’s the desolate time again at the end of the world!
The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. I asked the lotus beside the green poplar embankment: Do you remember that person who sold wine that year?
◇Bodhisattva Man·Mrs. Wei
The red building leans against the stream, and the stream in front of the building condenses with cold jade. The Mulan boat is rippling, and there are young people in the boat. The lotus blossoms are so sweet that they smile into Yuanyang Pu. The smoke is low on the waves, and the song is returning under the moon.
◇Su Muzhe·Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls. The water surface is clear and round, and each one is lifted by the wind. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
◇Huanxisha·Zhang Yuanqian
The mountains surround the flat lake and the waves shake the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green mountains, and the crystal downstairs is about to be updated.
When the foggy willows are dark, the clouds and the moon rise, and the dew and lotuses turn over, and the water flows with fireflies, and their rustles spread until dawn.
◇Linjiangxian·Ye Mengde
No jumping fish was seen in Qugang, and I passed by the lake specially. Xiao Xiao Shu wind chaos rain lotus. The slight clouds have blown away, and the bright moon has fallen into a flat wave. I'm still drunk after a glass of white wine, and I'm still feeling drunk when I come back.
No one can sing the song of collecting water chestnuts. Xiaoxuan pillow mat, eaves shadow hanging stars.
◇Nian Nujiao·Jiang Kui
A famous couple, I remember that when I came here I tried to be a couple. Thirty-six people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind clothes. The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild rice rain is sprinkled. Swirling beautifully,
The cold fragrance flies up to the poem. At dusk, the pavilions are covered with green roofs. My lover is gone. Are you struggling to endure the waves? I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes are cold and easy to fall off, and I'm worried about the west wind in Nanpu. The tall willow trees are overcast, and the old fish is blowing the waves.
Leave me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times we return home across the sand.
◇Yan Guiliang·Fenglian·Jiang Jie
I dreamed that the spring in the Tang Palace was late, and the dance was coming, and the train was dragging. The Cuiyun team is fighting in Jiangxia clothes, with their hands hanging down. Suddenly, there was a sudden rush of drums and the general rose up, like a colorful phoenix, flying around in confusion.
I didn’t see Concubine Wan Qiong in my dream, but saw lotus flowers blown by the wind.
◇Water Fairy·Ode to the South of the Yangtze River·Zhang Yanghao
The smoke and water of a river illuminate the clear blue sky, and people on both sides of the river connect their painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and I can see the sand gulls dancing again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the bead curtain ten miles away.
The painting boat is coming to the horizon, the wine flag is blowing in the wind, and love is spreading to the south of the Yangtze River