The poem about scented paper is 1. Who knows the poem about fragrant flowers? I am in a hurry.
Twelve-ring bridal chamber, dangerous trees leaning against the pool. There is no emotion between fans, and it takes Leng Xiang. Qi Zui sings and sells laurels, and Yu Tai worries about the silver spring. Mei Qing Mailu Jiangcheng Road is more like climbing a mountain to see Chu Township.
Call city hall. February is warm, windy and smoky. Embroidered bead curtain, the sun shadow began to grow. Jade saddle, winding sand embankment road, a few pedestrians reflecting poplar. The small threshold leans, and a thousand flowers are fragrant. Crisp tube and clear string, want to play a new cover, sit in the forest at dusk.
-Yan Shu
My old house, Luochuan Yang, once visited the Ranger Field. Water adds willow color and flowers stumble. Zhao Se is full of sad songs, and Qin Jia is full of bright makeup. Jiang Xiangyi, endless spring dreams.
Yang Ning
Li Qingzhao is tired of combing her hair on the night when the wind has stopped and the fragrant flowers are exhausted.
Leaves turn to build by laying bricks or stones on the moon, and the blooming fragrance is scattered into the curtain wind. It is better to plant in Tianchi than to be born in wild water.
-Bai Juyi
Rain is hidden in Longdong, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Look at the bright moon where the white clouds break and smell the fragrance of clothes when the yellow leaves fall.
-Zhu
PS: I hope I understand the landlord correctly.
2. Poems and famous sentences about paper
Think of the world but be light.
Silent tenderness touched the sky.
Thousands of colors are always uncertain.
A piece of paper is a thousand years old.
I hope to enjoy my own poems.
meaning
The first couplet: He wrote a paper and recorded what was going on in the world. He is the biggest writer in the world, but his heart is still as light as a feather, and he writes about a feeling of indifference to the world.
Zhuan Xu: The paper is silent, but it perfectly presents a story that touched the world and wrote his great selflessness and weak fame and fortune.
Necklace: writing about all kinds of things in the world can't stand the test of years, like a girl with uncertain feelings.
Tail couplet: But the things on paper have only increased his elegance for thousands of years, and years can only bring him absolute beauty.
3. What are the famous poems and sentences about "paper"
1, Happy New Year
Ming Dynasty: Wen Zhiming
I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us.
I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.
I don't want to meet you, I just want to greet you through worship stickers, so my house is full of precious worship stickers in the morning. I also go with the flow to salute others, and people will only resent simplicity, but not the empty etiquette.
2. Reading on a Winter Night.
Song dynasty: Lu you
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
The ancients spared no effort in their studies, and often achieved nothing when they were old. After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect. If you want to understand the truth deeply, you must practice it yourself.
3. Rural residence
Qing Dynasty: Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.
When welcoming a messenger to the capital.
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Looking east to my hometown is a long, long journey, and tears are still flowing on my sleeves. There was no pen and paper as soon as we met. Please tell my family that I am safe.
5. Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Song dynasty: Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Because of you: in recent years, the interest of officials has been as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.
Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.
4. What are the ancient poems about paper-cutting?
1, dredging is like paper-cutting and tearing. -"From Shujiang River to Dongting Lake Mouth" Tang Bai Juyi
Dredge the water flow, such as paper cutting, and dig the blockage, such as tearing silk.
2. Gold is victory, and the color is golden wind. -Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty, "Man's Heaven is a Thing"
Translation: It is a custom passed down from Jingzhou that the golden carving craft is done so well; Yangzhou's paper-cutting skills are so praised that it is a style handed down from the Jin Dynasty.
3. Warm soup is enough for me. Paper-cutting is my soul. -Du Fu's Peng ADB in the Tang Dynasty
Boil hot water to wash your feet, and paper-cut to appease your family.
4. Several families prayed for blessings and poured wine, and paper-cut lanterns were used as tributes. -Wild Mountain Temple Song Fang Hui
Many people sprinkle wine to pay homage, cut paper and decorate the Lantern Festival with paper lanterns.
5, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the late rain. —— Excerpted from Li Shangyin's Notes on a Rainy Night to Friends in the North in the Tang Dynasty.
When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight?
5. Poems about "Flowers"
To Ye Fan, to Lukai, to Song Dynasty, to Song Dynasty.
There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Don and Xiaomei are in the garden on the mountain and stagger down to 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 you don't need to be good at the golden urn. Wang Mei Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei and Li Shangyin live at the end of the world and don't want things to happen.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely.
Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.
Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is all north, and flowers bloom late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
Plum blossom quatrains (the third) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity between flowers is. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.
Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school.
I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely.
Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy.
If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai. Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! .
Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps.
Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
On the river, Mei Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree and the blooming flowers on the Han River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.
Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable. What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad.
It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it.
The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list.
Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know.
Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing.
Plum Blossom Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang has a plum tree, and now it has several flowers. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color.
When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial.
In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated. In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old.
I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables are short and red wax flowers.
How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night.
Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Plum blossoms are in full bloom in Sushiling, Song Mei, but no pedestrians will come.
Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost.
Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is often vivid with pen and ink, and Song's understanding of Mei Hua is more real.
Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum.
Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow.
I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading.
Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea.
Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease.
No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.
Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight.
We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Mo Meiyuan, Wang Mian, my home is on the edge of the West Wild Goose Lake, with faint ink marks in full bloom.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away.
A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.
Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year.
There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen of West Lake Meiyuan is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and the romantic month of Liuqiao is a bosom friend.
Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond.
I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most. Painting.
6. Poems about flowers are full of poetry.
Chinese plum
Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Wang Anshi
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Plum blossom quatrains (one of them)
Lu you
Smell the plum blossoms, there is a breeze, and the four mountains are full of snow. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Plum blossom quatrains (part two)
The valley is farther north, and bloom is late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
Plum blossom quatrains (3)
The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the highest integrity is in the flowers. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Don
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You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ?
Yimei
Tang Li Shangyin
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
Jiang shangmei
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Suddenly I saw the cold plum tree, and the flowers bloomed by the Han River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.
Tingmei uses the sender.
Don Liu Yuxi
Flowers that bloom early often make you catch a cold, often bitter and sour. What happened to you in spring?
Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad.
Mo mei
Wang Yuan cotton
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
7. Classical poems about flowers
Who has pity when flowers are buried and flowers are flying all over the sky?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening. How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find. Bloom is hard to find, and he is worried about burying people in front of the steps. Steal tears with a flower hoe, and look up to the sky and see blood stains with branches. May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where there is Xiangshan! Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I died and buried today. I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? After all, where there is Xiangshan! Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! I don't know! Without the talent to mend the sky, it is a waste of time to enter the world of mortals. Who will remember to give this department a wonderful biography? Full of absurd words, a bitter tear. Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste! Spoil, I laugh at your stupidity, and I am full of flowers and snow. After the Lantern Festival, it's time to put out the smoke.
"Ask Chrysanthemum" Cao Xueqin
Want to listen to autumn, I don't know, mumbling negative hand, knocking on the east fence. When you stood coldly, who hid and Bloom was late? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it?