2. Three poems about flowers
Write three poems about flowers 1. Help me find three poems with "flowers"
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
The next day, the lotus leaves were infinitely green, and the lotus reflected in the sun was not a heartless thing, but turned into spring mud to protect flowers. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. There's a village where there's no road. Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a vagrant's heart, because I saw from this height that sadness was everywhere, and I drank alone from a pot of wine among the flowers. No one is with me. Flowers are flying all over the sky, and red pins are broken. Who has compassion? Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a homeless man's heart, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. Although the flowers will be pecked next year, the east wind outside the peach curtain will be soft and the morning makeup inside the peach curtain will be lazy. Flying flowers are tired and prone to dusk. I woke up briskly in this spring morning, surrounded by birds singing, but now I remember that night, the storm, flowers fell, the old ones were full of flowers, and thousands of flowers were low. Flowers bloom and fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and red sales are pitiless.
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. When the mountain flower is in full bloom, it laughs in the bushes.
When you appreciate the flowers in the corner, the world becomes smaller. Flowers and plants, fog is not fog, ... curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Misguided into the depths of the lotus, fighting for the crossing, a pool of gulls and herons emerged. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
2. Write three poems with L flowers.
In the snow forest in Wang Mian, Bai Mei, this body is mixed with peaches and plums.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Mei Wangqi is not affected by dust at all, and bamboo fences and huts are willing.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence. Su Shi's "Red Plum" is afraid of sleeping alone and opening late, fearing that the ice will not enter.
Pretending to be a little red peach apricot, I am still lonely and thin. Cold heart is unwilling to follow the spring state, and wine is dizzy for no reason.
Poetry always doesn't know that Meg is here, just looking at the green leaves and branches. Linjiang Fairy Author: Ye Mengde is extremely uneven, I wonder if the water is floating.
Look at the three states beside the lake and sea. Sunset set in the landscape and stayed late for the guests.
The volume is slightly wider than the sky, and this trip will not bear the clear autumn. Suddenly surprised the flow of people by the river.
Qing Xiao Yuan has a road, smile and lean on Qionglou. Ailian said that flowers and aquatic plants on land are lovely: Tao Jinyuan loves chrysanthemums, and since Li Tang came, the whole world loves peonies.
Give the only love lotus a muddy but not dirty, clear but not demon; Straight through the outside, not loose; The fragrance is far away and clear, graceful and pure, so you can watch it from a distance without playing. Say: chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
Hey! The love between chrysanthemums and flowers is rarely heard after Tao. Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages! Xiaomei, one of the beauties in the mountain garden, shook off her beauty and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars. Secondly, it is difficult to cut bits and pieces to dry, and it is also difficult to draw a thick picture on the back.
From spring to night, the daytime is thin and the first frost is deep, so you should be afraid of the cold at night. Immortals only cherish their neighbors, and it is too vulgar to look at them coldly.
Recalling the old road in the south of the Yangtze River, the wine flag flutters obliquely, singing before the saddle and after the horse. [Song] and refusing to surrender for spring, the poet pavilion wrote a review.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Three poems about flowers 1. Ancient poems about flowers, three whole poems.
Plum blossom Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Guiju (Chrysanthemum) Huang Chao
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Zhang Wei of Zaomei
A tree with cold plum and white jade belt is near the village road and creek bridge.
I don't know if I started spraying water recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
Yang Wanli
It's not a human species. It moved here from the middle of the month.
A little Leng Xiang, blowing all over the mountain.
2. Help me find three poems with flowers.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
The next day, the lotus leaves were infinitely green, and the lotus reflected in the sun was not a heartless thing, but turned into spring mud to protect flowers. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. There's a village where there's no road. Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a vagrant's heart, because I saw from this height that sadness was everywhere, and I drank alone from a pot of wine among the flowers. No one is with me. Flowers are flying all over the sky, and red pins are broken. Who has compassion? Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a homeless man's heart, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. Although the flowers will be pecked next year, the east wind outside the peach curtain will be soft and the morning makeup inside the peach curtain will be lazy. Flying flowers are tired and prone to dusk. I woke up briskly in this spring morning, surrounded by birds singing, but now I remember that night, the storm, flowers fell, the old ones were full of flowers, and thousands of flowers were low. Flowers bloom and fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and red sales are pitiless.
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. When the mountain flower is in full bloom, it laughs in the bushes.
When you appreciate the flowers in the corner, the world becomes smaller. Flowers and plants, fog is not fog, ... curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Misguided into the depths of the lotus, fighting for the crossing, a pool of gulls and herons emerged. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
There are five poems about three flowers.
Rose (red): Passion and love you.
Rose (pink): moved, the declaration of love, in mind.
Rose (white): Innocence, purity and respect.
Rose (yellow): infidelity and jealousy
Roses (bouquets): Happy love.
Tulip (red): a declaration of love, joy and love.
Tulip (pink): beauty, love and happiness
Tulip (yellow): nobility, treasure and wealth.
Tulip (purple): endless love and affection.
Tulip (white): pure feeling and purity
Lily (white): pure, solemn and soul mate.
Carnation: Mom, I love you with enthusiasm and sincerity.
Bird of Paradise: Handsome and affectionate son.
Chinese narcissus: I miss you deeply.
Sunflowers: Love, Glory and Loyalty
Peony: complete, affectionate and rich.
Chrysanthemum: pure and noble, I love you, true feelings.
Hyacinthus orientalis: Happiness, love, happiness and feelings.
Dianthus: Pure love, talent, boldness and feminine beauty.
Morning glory: love, peace and illusion
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. (Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. (Yan Shu: "Huanxisha")
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. (Cen Can: "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Song of Wu Going Home")
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village)
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. (Zhinan's "Jueju")
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane. (Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane)
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. (Wen Tingjun's "Walking in the Morning")
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)
4. Excerpt from Hua's good sentence [three sentences].
Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and delicate begonia flowers are in full bloom.
There is a lush tulip in the flowerpot. The blooming flowers are black, and the slightly scattered petals are like black velvet, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
Look at the two sky-blue petals of this little flower. Two thin stamens stand high, and the yellowish head quivers slightly, much like a dancing butterfly.
Morning glory raised its big purple trumpet, as if playing a nice morning song.
Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.
Reed flowers grow old with me everywhere, who will fly next to the swallows at home?
The lotus leaves in the pond look like colorful sails on the blue waves from a distance.
The sky is full of small white flowers dotted with pale green branches and leaves.
No one saw plum blossoms and bamboos, and they blew incense across the stone bridge overnight.
Autumn wind comes, dew becomes frost, leaves fall off and flowers shrink. Only chrysanthemums stand in the wind, and Ao Shuang is in full bloom, colorful and changeable.
The breeze blew and a shower of flowers fell. Shan Ye is like a colorful quilt.
Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and delicate begonia flowers are in full bloom.
The sky is full of small white flowers dotted with pale green branches and leaves.
Dianthus sticks its head out from the chaotic weeds. Their pink smiling faces are really beautiful!
Morning glory raised its big purple trumpet, as if playing a nice morning song.
In the field, a flaming Chinese milk vetch is like a blazing flame.
The blooming lotus stands on the green stem, looking at the distance like a slim girl.
Some chrysanthemums are fully open, revealing goose yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums are half open, like a shy little girl, especially the budding flowers and bones, which are particularly beautiful against the green leaves.
Thousands of smiling flowers seem to whisper in a crisp voice: spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Clusters of bright flowers gather under the leaves, like countless butterflies, spreading their wings slightly and stopping in the air.
The breeze blew and a shower of flowers fell. Shan Ye is like a colorful quilt.
Looking at a large area of colorful cherry blossoms, I really doubt that the Nine-Day Fairy scattered shredded colored satin on the ground.