Poems about the yellow thorn plum
The sound of a hairpin and a phoenix falling.
The sound of flowers falling, the pine and cypress are green, and the willow is weak across the river.
The soul leads to the valley, and the bamboo is evil. I don't hate it in this life. It is an illusion.
Dusk, dusk, dusk!
Zhu, geese and fog, sadness is tighter.
Lead robbery, Brahma dance, youth speech, sorrow and resentment.
No, no, no.
Stab/poke/stimulate/spy/assassinate
Chinese plum
Skinny thorns spread all over the body, and some branches and green leaves sprouted.
The most wonderful thing is that flowers bloom in the heart, and they have been blooming since spring and summer.
Yellow thorn plum
There are prickly plums by the lake, and yellow flowers are like brocade reflecting spring.
The breeze is fragrant and far away, and bees and butterflies hover over Cong Fei.
White lilacs, yellow thorns and plum blossoms bloom together at the fence.
Petals are fragrant and plum blossoms are yellow.
Arm in arm fence, rattan leaves are busy.
Affectionate and full of color, the flowers are ripe.
Love is shy, but the wind is busy.
2. I can't find the couplets of poems about the thorn plum, also known as the iron begonia, but I remember the well-known flower of Yasunari Kawabata woke up, and the begonia flower woke up at four in the morning, which suddenly became an opportunity to discover new flowers.
The beauty of nature is infinite. The beauty people feel is limited. It is precisely because people's ability to feel beauty is limited that the beauty they feel is limited and the beauty of nature is infinite.
At least the beauty I feel in my life is limited, which is my actual feeling and my exclamation. People's ability to feel beauty neither keeps pace with the times nor grows with age.
Begonia flowers at four o'clock in the morning should be said to be valuable. If a flower is beautiful, then sometimes I can't help saying to myself: live.
3. How to write a composition about Rosa davurica? I like rose hips.
There is a pot of Rosa davurica on the windowsill of my house, which is my flower. I look at it every day, pinch off a yellow leaf, pat a small flying insect to death, loosen the soil in the pot, turn over the flowerpot ... When guests come to my house, most of them will notice, and some will even boast: this flower has spirit!
That's true. The main stem of this Rosa davurica is inserted obliquely in the soil, which seems to block all its branches and flowers. Facing it, you will think of the vigorous pine trees in the broken rocks. Branched leaves grow on the main stem, almost straight, extending everywhere, straight without bending, and no one hangs down. The main stems and branches are grayish brown, without any dressing or decoration, and covered with small thorns, as if to remind people: don't hurt me, or you will be stabbed.
There are many leaves between thorns, which are the longest oval leaves. The new leaves are small and the old leaves are big. Nothing from petiole to tip is pale green, dull and unobtrusive. It seems that I don't intend to show off myself. No wonder people often use the "green leaf spirit" to praise people who do supporting roles.
The protagonist is a flower. The flower stalk grows on the main stem and branches, and there are three or five small red flowers on the flower stalk, which are closely connected. No flower has only three petals and no fragrance, but it is dazzling against so many green leaves.
One day, the strong wind lifted the potted flowers to the ground and the flowerpot was broken. When I got home, I saw the Rosa davurica fruit lying on the ground, and all the fine roots were exposed. My eyes are wet, can it still live? Mother helped me change a new flowerpot. I went to see it every day, and after a few days, it really sprouted.
Tiger thorn plum is a strong person, I like it very much.
4. Poems about Begonia Flowers There is a saying in Li Shen's Poems about Begonia in the Tang Dynasty, "There are colorful trees on the seashore, and you know that you have planted fairy mountains. Qiong Ruiwen heard about his hometown of Yuen Long and saw Penglai on the map."
Wang Qi in Song Dynasty
First remove the residual makeup of plum powder and coat it with new red begonia.
It's time for the tea tree to bloom, and a little thorn grows on the berry wall.
Living in the east of Dinghui Garden, there are flowers all over the mountain, and there is a kind of begonia, which the natives don't know how expensive it is. Su Shi in Song Dynasty
Jiangcheng is rich in vegetation, and only famous flowers are bitter and lonely.
Laugh at the bamboo fence, peaches and plums are always full of customs.
I also know that creation has profound significance, so I sent a beautiful woman to an empty valley.
Nature, wealth is the appearance of nature, not waiting for the golden plate to recommend China's house.
Su Shi, a begonia in Song Dynasty
The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep at night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
The following is taken from A Dream of Red Mansions.
Tan Chun's ode to Bai Hai Tang
The setting sun is cold and the grass is heavy, and the moss is full of rain pots. Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget.
My heart is weak, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night. Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing dusk with me.
Baochai's ode to Bai Hai Tang
During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin. Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace. If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting.
Baoyu's ode to the white sea
Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven sections are full of snow. Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.
The morning breeze does not disperse a thousand sorrows, and the rain adds a tear. Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk.
Dai Yu's ode to Bai Hai Tang
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn. Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Xiang Yun's Ode to Bai Hai Tang (I)
The immortal went to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade. Naturally, frost moths prefer cold, and their souls leave Guan Qian.
Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks. But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache.
Xiang Yun's Ode to Bai Hai Tang (Ⅱ)
It is appropriate to have a corner and a basin. Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, and people are easy to break their souls because of autumn sadness.
5. Poems about Eucommia ulmoides 1. Du Zhongshi
Eucommia ulmoides Oliv Bloom in the backyard. This is the first time I have seen Eucommia ulmoides Oliv.
The milky yellow single petal falls between the leaves, odorless and tasteless, very inconspicuous.
I looked it up on the computer, and it turned out that Eucommia ulmoides was still a treasure.
He is more valuable than any scented tea, and high-grade tea can't compare with him.
I don't believe this, so I went to the backyard to pick some, went back to wash them and control the water.
Stir-fry in the pan, and before I came to my senses, the room was full of fragrance.
Eucommia ulmoides Oliv. Is a beautiful young lady with an unremarkable appearance and a sweet heart.
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My heart is boiling. The garden I have been running for many years should be in full bloom.
Ganoderma lucidum grew up day by day, and a kilo of ginseng emerged.
Rose, rose, two other flowers,
Chinese rose, white jade, calla lily, chives lotus, anchovies, orchids,
Bauhinia, peach blossom and so on are too numerous to mention.
Now that I have blossomed, it means that I can bear fruit, and I can breed many Eucommia saplings.
If I expand my Baihua Garden, it should be a good holiday villa.
There are medicinal and edible plants in my villa. You can cure all diseases by coming to my yard.
If I can really realize my dream in my lifetime, I won't waste a trip to the world.
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Thinking about this, my heart is surging, and I shouldn't be numb every day.
In order to dream, I redraw the blueprint of Baihua Garden. The first solution is to choose the site and start-up capital.
Who will pay for this batch of funds is a big problem, and government departments are busy promoting to a higher position and making a fortune.
Can a powerful entrepreneur take a fancy to my heart?
There is a force supporting me in the darkness.
One is a bodhisattva and the other is my in-laws.
My in-laws understand my difficulties, and they know it underground.
You will do your best. Give me a hand.
I have been kind to people all my life and believe in God.
Will the Bodhisattva who accompanies me every day stand by and watch?
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Once you have a goal in life, persistence will lead to success.
Over the years, I have been working hard, no matter what the harvest is, there are different surprises every year.
When I am most helpless, the flowers at home will change and bloom.
Thinking of this, I saw the light when I was desperate.
I am not yet fifty years old. Although I'm retired, I shouldn't be idle to die, should I?
I should fight for my ideals and live to be old and dry.
Thinking about this, I will feel much younger.
My figure has become slimmer. I used to be sick, but I no longer exist. I often feel as light as a swallow.
For people with lofty ideals, God bless them to be young forever!
6. The poem about the sea is 1. Wan Li flies across the West Sea, and the jade claws of birds never touch the mud. -"Sea" Ming Dynasty: Jie Jin
The sea came from the west thousands of miles away, and there was no dirt on the claws of this god bird jade.
2. Overseas swans can strike alone, while storks dare to drive together. -"Bai Haiqing" Yuan Dynasty: Qiu Yuan
It can fight against swans overseas alone, or it can fight against storks in the clouds.
There are 360 feather worms, and the most handsome one is the sea. -"Sea" Qing: Michelle Ye
There are more than 360 kinds of feathered birds in the world, among which Haidongqing is the most handsome.
4, the hook is claw beak, and the knife is feather. -"Northern Pearl Complaints" Yuan Dynasty: Fang Hui
The claws and mouth of the sea are as sharp as hooks and halberds, and his feathers are like swords.
5, roll their eyes like electricity, chasing Ma Rufeng. -"Sea" Song Dynasty: Gu Feng
When the sea rolls its eyes, it is as bright as lightning, can chase horses and fly as fast as the wind.
7. Ancient poem about wisteria: wisteria
Wang Shizhen
The dream is unique and graceful.
Nanjiao will be more beautiful, and Xiling pine and cypress are concentric.
Xia's cutting is confused with light, and rain's cutting is lingering with smoke.
Zi Xue, half the president, didn't come for nothing. He threw a hair clasp group to recite the scriptures.
Wisteria tree
Lipper
Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are suitable for spring.
Tibetan songs bird with dense leaves is a beautiful woman.
Modern: Wisteria/Wen Kexin
The branches and vines of wisteria
Twisted between my dreams
I looked at the precipitated purple.
That little bud
Is my cradle.
My touch swayed among the flowers.
Is it a pity?
As beautiful as it used to be.
Everything that needs to go is gone.
Those who shouldn't have left have left.
at present
I'm the only one
I left with a dream.
Just disappear.
Those vines
Is my only thought.
Purple petals
Green branches and vines
I heard.
The flower fairy calls at night
And the sound of the piano
When I realized it,
She died, as if into thin air had died.
There is one left.
Purple flower
Life de house
Maybe she can really kick me out.
Dream of going to see flowers
I just can't bear to leave her.
Just like I can't bear to make the world I love suffer.
Purple is like spirituality, right?
I cann't believe I cried
I smiled and gently wiped away her tears.
Inadvertently looking at the sky.
sky
Just dawn
Chinese wistaria
Wisteria is as beautiful as a waterfall.
How like the soft hair of your shawl.
Every time I kiss the flowers.
I always want to express my inner feelings.
I like your gorgeous colors.
Love you more, generous and elegant.
I will cherish every petal.
Take it around the world.
It is said that fate often goes wrong between yin and yang.
Wrong is wrong. What's to be afraid of?
Life is like flowers in four seasons.
Every season will produce wonderful flowers.
If you are a snowflake in winter
I am a tall and straight branch.
May you land gently on my branch.
Form a more spectacular and beautiful picture
I don't know which one you want!
8. The composition about thorn plum is 3 million words. There is a basin of thorn plum on my windowsill, which is my flower. I look at it every day, pinch off a yellow leaf, pat a small flying insect to death, loosen the soil in the pot, turn over the flowerpot ... When guests come to my house, most of them will notice, and some will even boast: this flower has spirit!
That's true. The main stem of this Rosa davurica is inserted obliquely in the soil, which seems to block all its branches and flowers. Facing it, you will think of the vigorous pine trees in the broken rocks. Branched leaves grow on the main stem, almost straight, extending everywhere, straight without bending, and no one hangs down. The main stems and branches are grayish brown, without any dressing or decoration, and covered with small thorns, as if to remind people: don't hurt me, or you will be stabbed.
There are many leaves between thorns, which are the longest oval leaves. The new leaves are small and the old leaves are big. Nothing from petiole to tip is pale green, dull and unobtrusive. It seems that I don't intend to show off myself. No wonder people often use the "green leaf spirit" to praise people who do supporting roles.