1, Muxiang Banhe Meiyu, Yang Liuan. -Wu Wenying Southern Song Dynasty "Shuang Shuang Yan DOG Xie Hou"
2, find a peach garden to avoid Qin, peaches and plums see other spring. If I live in the Peach Blossom Garden, I won't let the petals of peaches fall into the water and go out with the water, because I am afraid that fishermen will find holes with the water when they see peaches in the water! -Xie Fangde Southern Song Dynasty "Qingquan Temple Peach Blossom"
3. Yuan Xian Gui Lu Bi Tao reminds me. -Yan Dao Ji Northern Song Dynasty "Huanxisha February Spring Flowers Tired and Plums Fall"
4, a cluster of peach blossoms, lovely deep red love light red. Du Fu's "The fifth episode of finding flowers alone by the river"
5, the peach blossom is shallow and deep, seemingly even and thick makeup. The spring breeze broke my heart and blew off my white clothes. -Yuan "Peach Blossom"
6. No one asked about the peaches and plums in the deep palace. Yu Yan, an old lover, hates herself now. -Yuan Haowen Jin Min's "Yulouchun, Jingsha Hunting Wind Array"
7. The small garden of peaches and plums is empty. Who is still laughing and picking up the residual red? The bead curtain rolls up the night wind. -Zu Song Ke, Xiao Chongshan, who bears a grudge against Jiangtou.
8, peach and apricot fragrance curtain idle, Xie Jia portal about flowers off, painted beams whisper Yan Chu also. -Sun Guangxian's song "Peach and Apricot Fragrance in Huanxisha"
9, a tree is envious, and when it opens, it will occupy the east wind first. Unfortunately, no one appreciated it and threw it into the trees in the mountains. -Li Jiuling Tang's "Small Peach Blossoms Living in Nanxi Mountain"
10, geese and ducks don't know if spring will go and compete with water for peach blossoms. -Zhao Chongzhi's "Spring Day, Yinyinxi, Curved Green" in the Northern Song Dynasty
1 1. If you go to the martial arts again, it will always be the Qin people who tell you. Remember the romantic night in the small building, two or three branches on the red column. Bai Juyi's Poem Peach Blossom in Zhongzhou Small Building in Tang Dynasty
12, there are countless peach blossoms on the stream, and the flowers are orioles. —— Huang Tingjian's "Water Diversion Course Tour" in the Northern Song Dynasty
13, the eyebrows are frosty and snowy, and the peach blossoms are green and beautiful. Li Baitang's Mountain Man Persuades Wine
14, every year is music, lanterns are competing, and people are full of moons. -Li Zhizheng Song, "The spring breeze of the full moon is as early as the branches of Mo Mo"
15, embroidered pavilion has a few lines of questions, Xiaoping pillow wine wakes up the mountains, but it is suspected to be a dream! -Sun Guangxian Tang's "Huanxisha Peach and Apricot Fragrance"
16, the ground is covered with red cakes, and the peaches outside are like peaches. -Zhou Bangyan's song "Da 'an Yuediao Spring Rain"
17, peach roots and leaves are always there, accompanied by hospitality, two nights of mandarin ducks. -Na Lanxing Deqing's "A Conghua Training Forever"
18, Shangzi brewed autumn fermented orange. -Xin Qiji Song "Linjiang Xian and Ye Zhongqia Fu Yangtao"
19, I saw Yang rolling and his face was drunk with peach blossoms. -Wang Shifu Yuan's "Yao Folk Songs in December, Love"
20. Remember your farewell and plant peach moths. -Li Baitang's "Dugu"
2. Peach Blossom Poetry on March 1st. Nan Zhou's peach blossom, the national wind of the Book of Songs, is burning with its brilliance.
The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. Peach blossoms are in full bloom and there are countless fruits.
The girl is going to get married, and the heir who gave birth early is going to make a fortune. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and green leaves are lush and never fall.
The girl is getting married, and Comix is in harmony. Appreciation: In the poem, peach blossoms in full bloom are used as a metaphor for a beautiful bride. Yao Jiheng's General Theory of the Book of Songs in the Qing Dynasty said: "Peach blossom is the most beautiful, so it is called a woman and the ancestor of beauty."
The lush peach blossoms complement each other with the atmosphere of the wedding, expressing the praise of this woman's virtue. Her marriage and membership make the life of her husband's family and American couple happy and harmonious. Second, "the title city of Nancun" Hu last year, today, at this gate, peach blossoms set each other off.
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. Appreciation: This poem is from Cui Hu written by Bai Meng in Tang Dynasty: Cui Hu is a famous scholar in Boling, and he is depressed after the exam.
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I visited the south of Chang 'an and saw a villa surrounded by peach blossoms with pleasant scenery. Cui Hu happened to be thirsty, so he knocked on the door and wanted a drink.
A beautiful girl opened the door, and at first sight, he suddenly liked it. In the second year of Qingming, Cui Hu revisited his hometown, only to find that the courtyard wall was still locked. He was disappointed and wrote this poem on the left door.
In Cui Hu's poems, peach blossom is a metaphor for a woman's beautiful face. Later, due to the artistic conception of the whole poem, "peach blossom with a human face" became a fixed idiom, which refers to the yearning for a woman whom she loves deeply but can't see, and the feeling of attracting her to feel dejected, and is generally used to express her love for her lover.
3. What are the poems praising the peach blossom in March? 1, peach blossom.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even makeup.
The spring breeze broke my heart and blew off my white clothes.
2, quatrains diffuse nine, fifth
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
It is said that the scenery along the Chunjiang River is Yan Fang, and the third spring is coming. How can it not be sad? (Chunjiang Zuo Yi: Jiang Chun)
On crutches, on crutches, standing on the Zhou Fang, I only watched catkins flying wildly in the wind like crazy, chasing the flowing peach blossoms lightly.
3. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
4. Taohuaxi
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Xu
A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.
Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?
5, late peach blossom
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
A red heart blows the pool, and when it blooms in the evening, it is a bamboo-shaded pine tree.
I didn't see it because the sun was slanting, and I won't know if I'm not idle.
It is easy to leave school to find raw materials in cold areas, but it is often too late for poor families to adopt their daughters.
If spring is deep, whoever pities it will be folded by Bai Shilang.
6. The fisherman egret flies in front of Mount Cisse.
Tang dynasty: Zhang
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.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Yuan Zhen
Yuan Zhen (779 -83 1 year, or from the 14th year of Dali in Tang Daizong to the 5th year of Daiwa in Wenzong) was born in Luoyang (now Luoyang, Henan) in the Tang Dynasty. Father Yuan Kuan, mother Zheng. He is a descendant of Tuoba, a Xianbei clan in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the 14th grandson of Shi Yigui. In his early years, he advocated "New Yuefu" with Bai Juyi. The world often calls him and Bai Juyi "Bai Yuan"
peach blossom
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even makeup.
The spring breeze broke my heart and blew off my white clothes.
Translation:
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the deep or light colors are like the light makeup on the face of a beautiful girl, which makes people relaxed and happy.
But the relentless spring breeze blows the beautiful petals off my white skirt, which makes people feel sorry!
4. In March, the peach blossom poems are all green and yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant. -Jia Zhi's "Two Poems on Spring Thoughts"
A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water. -Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci, Peach Blossom on the Top
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. -Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Acura"
There are thousands of peaches in Du Xuan, and the flowers fall into the water and flow in vain. -Yuan Haowen, "Everyone is looking at the moon, and there are thousands of trees in Du Xuan."
Peaches are planted in the sky and exposed. -Qin Guan's "Young Beautiful Peach Seeds Exposed in the Sky"
Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. -Qin Guan's "Treading in the Sand to Chenzhou Hotel"
In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff. -Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci, Peach Blossom on the Top
In spring, cherry blossoms bloom and golden butterflies fly. -Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy Cherry Blossoms Fall in Spring"
You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree? . -Zhang Jiuling's "Love is here, Jiangnan Long Orange Tree"
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky. -Wang Changling's "Spring Palace Song"
5. Ask for the whole article or poem title of March Peach Blossom. The first chapter of this life 1. I only expect the bonus in March.
In the memory of Sansheng III, this season is painfully familiar. My fate of floating flowers will end in this world.
Deep in the peach forest, there are many colors. The wind blows peach blossoms and the red rain is like snow.
I was furious, turned around with my sword, and the falling petals seemed to condense instantly. Putting down the sword, I looked at the white man standing motionless under the tree.
The ground is red, without a complete petal. My sword split their integrity and split them in two.
He didn't speak, didn't nod, didn't have any expression. I have long been used to such silence.
That's all, my fencing can only wander here forever, and there is no further possibility. I understand his judgment and know that I will never reach his level.
Sword God, Master of Simon Villa, Ximen Chuixue, it's me, father of Simon Fei thief. Sword resentment.
He has only said this sentence since I was five years old, but he never asked me where my resentment came from. Ximen Chuixue blew only blood, not snow.
He never blows snow. I have seen him kill people, more than once.
No matter what I do, he neither encourages nor stops me. I wanted to watch him kill, so he let me watch.
Just when I wanted to learn the sword, he gave me a three-foot sword, even though I was less than two feet tall. He killed people in front of me and was indifferent.
I know he never cares if anyone is watching, let alone who that person is. Ximen Chuixue killed only one sword, the most magnificent one.
No matter how mean and weak his opponents are, he will always end their lives with the best fencing. Killing is a sacred thing, and he tries his best to show the highest courtesy.
Guanghua flashed, the opponent fell, and a wisp of blood slowly dripped from the tip of his sword. Then, he gently blew the blood off the tip of the sword.
Only at this time, the sword god who seems to never move will show a trace of loneliness and boredom. The first time I saw him kill someone, I knew the taste of despair.
My sword and I are like worlds apart from him. After all, God is the only existence beyond mortals.
I still practice sword, stubborn and hopeless, like scattered flowers. My mother died for him, by his sword.
Suicide. I understand her despair.
This peerless and lonely man exudes a chill like a frozen snow mountain for thousands of years. He is a god who was born only for the sword and died only for the sword. Nothing on him can belong to anyone, not to anyone.
Under the peach tree, my three-year-old eyes were scarlet, and my mother's blood dripped on my face, which was slightly hot and astringent. Before she died, she grabbed my wrist and cursed her resentment.
Remember, he doesn't love me, he won't love you and he doesn't belong to you. I will still go to him in the afterlife, which will become his nightmare and make him remember me forever. Why bother? I sigh lightly, and my tender face is as indifferent as vicissitudes of life.
When she died, her eyes were wide open and she didn't even have time to be surprised. I smiled and saw the broken child's face on the blood sword.
As expected. Ximen Chuixue saw my mother's body and me, and her beautiful face was as cold as usual.
He leaned down, not hugging me, but picking up his sword, which was stolen by his mother. I hobbled over and held out my hands to him.
He blew away his mother's blood from the tip of the sword, revealing eternal loneliness and boredom. Looking down at the young me, I felt like an eternal gaze after he picked me up.
It was the first and last time, the only cold hug in my life. On his shoulder, I saw my mother lying on her back, her eyes dim and in a daze. My smile was like a flower, reflected in her loose pupils.
I never called his father, not because I hated him. No, I never hated him. Never.
It's full of flowers that carefully buried my mother. Flowers come from the west gate, blowing snow all over the building.
I don't know who made this up in the Jianghu to describe the friendship between the Sword God and the powerful martial arts family, the Seven sons of Hua Family. It's just that the name is made up, which means nothing, and the text is simple.
But it is recognized by the Wulin that if Ximen Chuixue still has friends, he won't think of the second person except Huahua. Flowers, a few years younger than Ximen Chuixue, with a warm smile and no shadow in clear eyes.
When he took me out of Ximen Chuixue when I was three years old, I discovered that there was such a gentle hand in the world, as if holding everything in the palm of my hand and carefully caring for it. Under the careful care of flowers, I grew up to five years old and insisted on learning sword.
Do you know that no one can surpass the sword god? He hit the deepest secret in my heart and quietly brushed away my restless thoughts. Only he can always see me clearly in previous lives.
On second thought, on second thought, my thoughts were already in the silence of his eyes. I don't know.
I did, but I know what he said is true. He is the sword god, and you are his daughter, but no one wants you to learn the sword.
I felt my firm eyes spread all over the building, and finally I didn't speak again, as if I was finally silent in the face of my decisive departure a long time ago, finally. He sent me to Ximen Chuixue.
She wants to learn the sword, he said. Ximen Chuixue made three moves in front of us, only three moves.
I didn't see anything, but I heard it all over the building Listening is the most direct way for him to contact the world.
It has been said that a building full of flowers is the most transparent blind person, and what he perceives is always the scenery that others can't see. Is that all? I asked with a little regret.
That's all. Ximen Chuixue, put your sword away.
I've been practicing these three tricks for five years. From the basic swordsmanship to breathing and exhaling, I have been taught flowers and flowers.
In addition to the three moves, I have practiced Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship for killing people countless times, but it didn't work. Only Ximen Chuixue can compare the majestic and sharp swordsmanship with the peerless beauty.
Since then, I have only practiced three tricks, becoming more and more diligent, accurate, cruel and feminine. For his other swordsmanship, I have broken my heart, broken my heart.
After three generations, I can't even take his sword. Miserable smile, sword is his soul. How can I destroy his belief in the sword if I miss a ray of flower soul born only for him? Ridiculous.
I never hated him, never, even though I hated his obsession with swords. I wield my sword in the gentle rain of flowers.
I heard you. A clear and transparent voice said.
I stopped sword dancing, dressed in a plain blue robe, and looked at the flowers everywhere.