Text/Micheal Lee
I like the smell of osmanthus,
That golden flower lit up the soul;
Although the appearance is not as elegant as peony,
Inner quality is the king of flowers.
I've seen osmanthus in the mountains,
Like being born and growing up,
I don't know when and where, several osmanthus trees settled there.
I smelled the fragrance ten miles away.
I also like osmanthus trees on the roadside.
Give the car passion as soon as autumn arrives;
Give your green to the road,
This car is noisy and dirty.
Osmanthus bonsai is small and exquisite,
Can be placed at will;
Jade branches and jade drops make people feel happy.
The autumn wind blows incense all over the court.
Gui Huayuan, the new capital of Gui Hu,
That is the most famous place in Tianfu;
Once I go, I can't bear to part with it.
Fopa in Lu Rui is really intoxicating.
imperial examination system
This is the ideal of life,
Raise a glass at night
I will never forget Chang 'e, WU GANG.
Keywords osmanthus wine, osmanthus pulp,
Gui Xiang fluttered in the air;
In fact, osmanthus relies on the most beautiful quality.
The incense is on the ground and on the moon.
There are osmanthus trees in the front hill.
Thousands of people love osmanthus fragrance;
Thinking of osmanthus wine in Wugang,
The coolness of the night is swept away!
Written at 65438 Zhongguancun, Beijing on Wednesday, October 8th, 2008/KLOC-0.
2. Modern poetry describes the legend of osmanthus, with osmanthus trees in the middle of the month, which are 500 feet high. WU GANG, a native of Hexi in Han Dynasty, was punished for disobeying the rules when he was studying immortals. He cut down trees in the middle of the month, but he couldn't cut them down. Thousands of years have passed, and WU GANG has been cutting down trees hard every day, but that magical osmanthus tree is still full of vitality and fragrance every Mid-Autumn Festival. Only on the Mid-Autumn Festival did Wu take a rest under the tree and have a reunion festival with the world. Chairman Mao's poem "Ask WU GANG what he has, and WU GANG holds out osmanthus wine" is from this allusion.
After Tang and Song Dynasties, Osmanthus fragrans was widely used for cultivation and appreciation in gardens. In Song Wenzhi's poem Lingyin Temple, there is a famous sentence "Osmanthus fragrans sets in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance floats outside the clouds", so later generations also call Osmanthus fragrans "Tianxiang"
This legend is described in the poem Lingyin Temple in Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, "Gui Zi falls in the moon", and Bai Juyi's poem "Looking for Gui Zi in the Mountain Temple in the Moon". Therefore, since ancient times, people have often associated osmanthus trees with the moon. As the saying goes, "there is sweet-scented osmanthus in the moon, which has been fragrant since ancient times."
Scholars in past dynasties took osmanthus as the theme, praised osmanthus, and wrote many famous sentences.
"The delicate orchid leaves in spring and the bright osmanthus flowers in autumn" is a poem written by Zhang Jiuling in the Tang Dynasty, in which he squandered his wealth on his stomach and offered his axe to praise the beauty of Chunlan and Qiugui.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, when Liu Yong described the magnificent scenery of the West Lake, he also left an unforgettable famous sentence: "The lake is green and beautiful, with Sanqiu cinnamon and ten miles of lotus flowers."
In the Song Dynasty, Zhu's poem "Yan Gui Fu" vividly depicts Yan Gui's pure natural posture and intoxicating fragrance: "The laurel tree is graceful under the rock, and it is fragrant at the end of the year. The leaves are dense and green, and the flowers are yellow. Tianxiang gives birth to pure thoughts, and clouds protect fairy makeup. Who knows Wang? "
The poem Mu written by Zhu, a poetess in the Song Dynasty, is more about flowers and people, and flowers are used to describe people: "Playing the west wind is good for all kinds of fragrance, and autumn is very busy for Iraq. Under a book window, people and flowers are fragrant. " The poet is unique in expressing people's character by singing osmanthus.
3. The modern poem of osmanthus fragrance: Bagui.
Whenever the moon is full, I will always rush back to my unforgettable hometown to pursue good memories; Childhood fantasies; The dream of youth haunts my mind. ...
Now the old houses in my hometown are all blue bricks and colored tiles, carved with dragons and phoenix, which are very imposing. I can't forget its old and broken earth wall; A leaky roof; A dusty, cluttered attic; In the dream, the cat screamed at the mouse; A "rogue" bitten to pieces. Nostalgia for the good times; I miss the small window that accompanied me through many years of youth: its creaking sound, like the green sound from tearing a violin, is still so beautiful, and the stream has been flowing in my heart for a long time; There are traces of my sweat and tears on the mottled window lattice. Sweat records ignorance, tears describe ignorance. The trajectory of life, the course of love, like the sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window in August, permeates in the heart and smells in the body. ...
In the past, I used to stand in front of the gables of old houses and slowly push open the old window lattice. The fragrance floating in the field and the smell of corn behind me, I imagine it as the fragrance of osmanthus in August, recalling the happiness and imagination that osmanthus trees by the window once brought me. My heart has been immersed in the old osmanthus tree in the yard that year.
But the blooming flowers are still shining.
Petals falling all over the sky are always
At midnight, we are covered with frost and dew.
The intoxicating fragrance haunts us with the breeze.
a long while ...
Whenever after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I always
Standing in front of the mud wall and wooden window, stroking.
Take off the stained window lattice and look at the bright moon in the sky
The night is like a scene of Tianshui.
As if waiting for my rise, I think
Hold the bright moon in your arms.
Let the purity and purity with floral fragrance become eternal.
I always sit under the laurel tree. ...
Enjoy the towering mountains in the distance by silver moonlight.
Listen quietly to the whistle of the wind blowing through the mountains.
The rustling of osmanthus trees in the yard
My heart is empty and quiet, intoxicated by the singing of the sound of nature.
I want to sublimate myself when the moon is full.
Like the bright moon, although lonely.
But always so pure and indifferent
No defects, no impurities
I am ecstatic at the thought of the flowers on her body. ...
Sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance on August 15th.
Pushing open the window lattice, the charming fragrance came to my face.
I always take a deep breath greedily.
I want to keep all the flowers in my heart.
……
4. Modern Poetry of Osmanthus fragrans: Eight Osmanthus fragrans. Whenever the moon is full of sweet-scented osmanthus, I always rush back to my unforgettable hometown to pursue good memories. Childhood fantasies; The dream of youth haunts me ... Now the old houses in my hometown are all blue bricks and colored tiles, carved with dragons and phoenix, which are very imposing.
I can't forget its old and broken earth wall; A leaky roof; A dusty, cluttered attic; In the dream, the cat screamed at the mouse; A "rogue" bitten to pieces. Nostalgia for the good times; I miss the small window that accompanied me through many years of youth: its creaking sound, like the green sound from tearing a violin, is still so beautiful, and the stream has been flowing in my heart for a long time; There are traces of my sweat and tears on the mottled window lattice.
Sweat records ignorance, tears describe ignorance. The trajectory of life, the course of love, is like the fragrance of osmanthus outside the window in August, seeping into my heart and smelling my body ... Before, I was always used to standing in front of the gables of old houses and slowly pushing open the old windowsill. The fragrance of the field and the smell of corn behind me, I imagine it as the fragrance of osmanthus in August, recalling the happiness and imagination that the osmanthus tree by the window once brought me. The old osmanthus tree that had been immersed in the yard in those days is no longer in bloom, but the blooming flowers are still shining one after another. Petals falling all over the sky are always covered with frost and dew by our skirts in the middle of the night, and the intoxicating fragrance lingers in my heart for a long time with the breeze ... Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I always stand in front of the wooden window of the earth wall and touch the stained window lattice to see the bright moon in the sky. The night is like a scene of Tianshui. I want to hold the bright moon in my arms, and let it carry the fragrance of flowers forever. I always sit under the laurel tree ... by the silver moonlight, I admire the towering mountains in the distance and quietly listen to the whistling sound of laurel trees in the yard. My heart is empty and silent, intoxicated by the singing of the sound of nature. I want to sublimate myself like the full moon. Although I am lonely, I am always so pure, aloof and flawless. There are no impurities, and I am ecstatic at the thought of her fragrance ... On August 15th, sweet-scented osmanthus blew open the window lattice, and the charming fragrance came to my face. I always breathe deeply and greedily, trying to keep all the flowers in my heart.
5. Poems about Osmanthus fragrans Poetry about Osmanthus fragrans falls in the middle of the month, and Osmanthus fragrans floats outside the fragrant clouds: Osmanthus fragrans.
Legend has it that there are laurel trees in the month, so the clouds fall in the month. Write two sentences about autumn scenery in Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, where the moonlight is bright and cinnamon is fragrant.
Lingyin Temple by Wen Zhi of Song Dynasty: Gui Xiang is full of dew and the stone spring is full of fragrance. Tang Song Wenzhi's "Get up early from Jiangkou to Xushi Village" does not envy peaches and plums in the third spring, and osmanthus flowers become a reality. Liu Yuxi, Tang Rong, Xiang Qiu, wrote "Let the Dead Trees Fall with the Sigh of Lotte". Sweet-scented osmanthus is wet, and the sea and rain make plum feel lonely: boundless.
Pei: It's raining. Describe the sound of rain. Litchi: Litchi.
However, like "burning", litchi is described as red as fire. Why is the stone "Sailing to Qingyuan County, Meeting Gu Xiucai and Talking about the Beauty of Huizhou Scenery" light blue and deep red? Naturally, it is the first-class flower in Song Liqing's photo of "Fragrant Osmanthus fragrans", and the osmanthus fragrans is fragrant. Hong Sheng's "The Palace of Eternal Life" Osmanthus fragrans I love you like a mouse loves rice. .
6. Is there a poem praising the fragrance of modern osmanthus? Whenever the moon is full, I will always rush back to my unforgettable hometown to pursue good memories; Childhood fantasies; The dream of youth haunts my mind. ...
Now the old houses in my hometown are all blue bricks and colored tiles, carved with dragons and phoenix, which are very imposing. I can't forget its old and broken earth wall; A leaky roof; A dusty, cluttered attic; In the dream, the cat screamed at the mouse; A "rogue" bitten to pieces. Nostalgia for the good times; I miss the small window that accompanied me through many years of youth: its creaking sound, like the green sound from tearing a violin, is still so beautiful, and the stream has been flowing in my heart for a long time; There are traces of my sweat and tears on the mottled window lattice. Sweat records ignorance, tears describe ignorance. The trajectory of life, the course of love, like the sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window in August, permeates in the heart and smells in the body. ...
In the past, I used to stand in front of the gables of old houses and slowly push open the old window lattice. The fragrance floating in the field and the smell of corn behind me, I imagine it as the fragrance of osmanthus in August, recalling the happiness and imagination that osmanthus trees by the window once brought me. My heart has been immersed in the old osmanthus tree in the yard that year.
But the blooming flowers are still shining.
Petals falling all over the sky are always
At midnight, we are covered with frost and dew.
The intoxicating fragrance haunts us with the breeze.
a long while ...
Whenever after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I always
Standing in front of the mud wall and wooden window, stroking.
Take off the stained window lattice and look at the bright moon in the sky
The night is like a scene of Tianshui.
As if waiting for my rise, I think
Hold the bright moon in your arms.
Let the purity and purity with floral fragrance become eternal.
I always sit under the laurel tree. ...
Enjoy the towering mountains in the distance by silver moonlight.
Listen quietly to the whistle of the wind blowing through the mountains.
The rustling of osmanthus trees in the yard
My heart is empty and quiet, intoxicated by the singing of the sound of nature.
I want to sublimate myself when the moon is full.
Like the bright moon, although lonely.
But always so pure and indifferent
No defects, no impurities
I am ecstatic at the thought of the flowers on her body. ...
Sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance on August 15th.
Pushing open the window lattice, the charming fragrance came to my face.
I always take a deep breath greedily.
I want to keep all the flowers in my heart.
……
7. What are the osmanthus poems?
Legend has it that there is a laurel tree on the moon: Xiaoxiao. Baa: I am boundless. See Gu Xiucai.
In two words, autumn scenery, Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, and Osmanthus fragrans come true. Xiang Qiu Tang Rong Liu Yuxi's "Let the Letian sigh and let the dead tree go" Jiang Yun is lonely and wet, so the cloud "falls in the moon". Tang Song Wenzhi's "A Work from the First Bloom to the Xu Village" does not envy three spring peaches and plums, but describes litchi as red as fire and stone as spring.
Lingyin Temple of Song Wenzhi, Gui Xiang Expo. Shi's Sailing to Qingyuan County, the moonlight is bright, and Gui Xiang is floating outside the fragrant clouds: burning together, which is the first-class flower in Qing Zhao's Fragrant Osmanthus fragrans.
However. Lizi, describe the sound of rain: osmanthus, talk about the beauty of Huizhou scenery, why light blue and deep red: fragrance strikes, sea rain falls: litchi and cinnamon fall in the middle of the month.