Pine trees:
Pine
The pine trees at the bottom of the stream are lush, with seedlings on the mountain, and their stems are an inch in diameter, and they shade hundreds of feet. (Taikang of Jin Dynasty·Zuo Si)
There are pine trees hundreds of feet tall, growing in the cold and humble bottom of the stream. (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty)
Heavy snow weighs on the green pine trees, which stand tall and straight. (Chen Yi)
The slippery moss is not related to the rain, and the singing of the pines is not related to the wind. (Hanshanzi of the Tang Dynasty)
The wind sweeps away the pine gate, and the snow on the waterfall cannot be cleared away. (Huangfu Zeng of the Tang Dynasty)
There are green pines and cypress shades, and the Lucy Ridge at dawn. (Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty)
The monk is standing on the stone among the pines, and the sound of rushing water is still heard in the middle of the night. (Lu Guimeng, Tang Dynasty)
Crossing the pines across two streams, the palace is surrounded by five peaks. (Xia Song, Song Dynasty)
The pine wind blows the dew, and the green wet fragrance curls up. (Su Shi of the Song Dynasty)
The mountains on the two corridors are beautiful, and the sound of pines is scattered for nine miles. (Hong Shi of the Song Dynasty)
It should be guarded by the mountain god. When the wind blows, it sweeps away the dust. (Song Dynasty, Shi Taizhang)
The sea and the moon grow rock osmanthus in a slight chant, and the pine trees in the stream grow in the long smile without wind. (Song Dynasty He Sun)
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Chrysanthemum:
〔 Chrysanthemum Rhythm]--Li Shiguang--
Autumn frost creates the chrysanthemum city flower, which is endlessly romantic and writes the sunset; I can pick up random sentences at random, and the innate charm has entered thousands of homes.
[Autumn Sound]--Fengzi--
There is a piece of gold in front of the steps under the corridor, and the sound of incense wafts over the tourists. Only because of the heavy frost can he become a hero, and the east fence of Liangyuan is connected with ancient and modern times.
[Chrysanthemum of Jucheng]--Wang Ruting--
The image of the lion and the dragon flew into the sky, once again glorious and powerful! The alleys and streets are filled with fragrance, and the chrysanthemums bloom on the desks in September.
Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu":
Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang.
Taizong of the Tang Dynasty's "Fu De Canju":
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, the wind is light and the fragrance is lingering.
The thin leaves are light green, and the round flowers are bright yellow. Still as beautiful as she is today, she will be beautiful again when we get married again.
"Nine Days in Yun'an" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty:
The cold flowers have all bloomed, and the chrysanthemums are only full of branches. The number of old pickers changes frequently, and the light-flavored wine temporarily follows.
"Ying Chrysanthemum" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty:
One night of new frost covered the tiles, and the new plantains were broken by the lotus. Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is more clear at dawn.
"Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
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.
"Chrysanthemum" by Wu Lulei of the Tang Dynasty
Charming golden skirt, slim white jade skin. I know that the time is very different, and it seems to be the same as the cold season.
I can’t bear to fall to the ground, but 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 show again, it is really timid of the setting sun. May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall.
"Zhaochang Hanju" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The light muscles and weak bones disperse the delicate flowers, and the golden pistils are filled with flowing clouds. If you want to know, the old trillium medicine will bloom when all the herbs are destroyed.
"Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden house in front shines on the sand. There are few girls 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 of the Song Dynasty
The yellow flowers are fragrant and unique, but the technique of pairing the chrysanthemums with flowers during the Double Ninth Festival is wrong. After a late start, I saw Ling Shuangcao more and more, which made me laugh when children said it was out of date.
"Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty
The scattered golden pistils do not change their fragrance even though they are withered. The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, and it is still possible to clear the glass from the car.
"Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty
The native flowers can be white or red, and they can still love this work in the evening. I would rather embrace the fragrant branches and grow old than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind.
Jin·Yuan Haowen's "Ode to October Chrysanthemum"
Qiuxiang was used in poetry by poets in the old days, but is now passed down to busy people in late festivals. If it is not the west wind that keeps guests, the plum blossoms will fade away after a long time.
"Chrysanthemum" by Shen Zhou of Ming Dynasty
When autumn is full, flowers begin to appear at the roots of the hedge, but they meet with prosperity from indifference. The doorway to the west wind contains fragrance, except the Tao family to my home.
"Yong Chrysanthemum" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Things have always been in different families. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and age? Chrysanthemums bloom in a land of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums blooming in spring.
"Chrysanthemum" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty
The three paths of the hometown are covered with secluded bushes, and frost falls in the blue sky one night. There are so many guests who have not returned from the end of the world, but they 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. The outside of the garden is pale in autumn, but the mood of spring is swirling before my eyes.
Who is responsible for the merit of creation? Hard-working and intelligent. Enjoy your heart and invite guests to enjoy your life; sing and sing happily to prolong your life.
"Autumn Ju" by Chen Yi
Autumn chrysanthemum can be proud of frost, but it is full of wind and frost. It is cold-resistant by nature, but nothing can be done about wind and frost!
The chrysanthemum poem in "A Dream of Red Mansions" is one of the best. Please appreciate the chrysanthemum poem in the Red Mansion Art Garden
Recalling the Chrysanthemum
Looking at the west wind and feeling depressed, Polygonum The red reed is white and the heart is broken. There are no traces of autumn in the old garden with empty fences, and there is knowledge in dreams of clear frost under the thin moon.
Thinking about it and returning to Yanyuan, only a few people sit and listen to the evening anvil. Whoever takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease can express my condolences that I will meet again during 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 flooded.
Who grows it under the moon before the frost? Where is the autumn outside the fence?
The wax clogs come from afar and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough. If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don't bear the burden of leaning on the head of the staff today.
---- Mr. Yihong
Planting chrysanthemums
I brought my hoe to the autumn garden and planted it beside the fence in front of the courtyard. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost.
Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold wine. The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently, so that I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust.
----Yihong Gongzi
Chrysanthemums
Moving from other gardens is more precious than gold, one trace is light and the other is deep. Ketou sat beside the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cool fragrance.
There is no king in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows everything! Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but cherish every inch of sunshine.
----Old friend of Zhenxia
Offering chrysanthemums
Playing the piano and drinking wine are a joy for the couple, and several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet. Separately, the incense is spread out in three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels. The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums.
----Old Friend of Zhenxia
Yong Chrysanthemum
The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound falls silent while walking around the fence and knocking on the stone. The fortune in every detail is written in the frost, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth is chanting to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment. Who can explain the autumn heart in a few words? Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day.
----Concubine Xiaoxiang
Painting chrysanthemums
I don’t know how to be mad when I write poetry, how can it be a contest of painting and drawing? The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn. Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, or sticking to the screen to chat to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
----Hengwu Jun
Ask the Chrysanthemum
If you want to know about the autumn mood, which no one knows, you murmur with your hands behind your back and knock on the east fence: I am alone and proud of the world, we are together. Who hides? Is it too late to bloom?
How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? Can Honggui's cricket disease cause lovesickness? If you don't want to talk about anything in the world, why not explain it for a while.
----Concubine Xiaoxiang
Hairpin chrysanthemum
I am busy planting bottles for fences every day, so I never recognize the makeup in the mirror. Mr. Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost. High emotions are not in the eyes of people at the time, and he claps his hands and laughs on the roadside.
- ---Jiao Xia Ke
Chrysanthemum shadow
Autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths. The sparse lights on the windows depict the far and near, and the moonlight locks are exquisite through the sieves 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 in the autumn wind, so don’t miss us when we break up for the time being!
----Jiao Xia Ke
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