〔Chrysanthemum Rhyme〕--Li Shiguang--
Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, which are endlessly romantic and write sunset glow; random sentences can be picked up at random, and the innate charm has reached thousands of families.
〔Autumn Sound〕--Fengzi--
There is a piece of gold in front of the steps under the corridor, and the sound of fragrance surges over the tourists. Only because of the heavy frost can one become a hero, and the east fence of Liangyuan is full of ancient and modern.
[Chrysanthemum of Jucheng]--Wang Ruting--
The image of lions and dragons is soaring into the sky, and Ren Ziwei is once again glorious! The alleys are thick and the streets are full of fragrance, and the chrysanthemums are thick in September on the desk.
Jin· Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu":
The chrysanthemums are blooming in the forest, and the green pines are crowning the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is a hero under the frost.
Taizong of the Tang Dynasty "Fu" "Get the residual chrysanthemum":
The orchids on the steps condense in the summer frost, and the chrysanthemums on the shore shine in the morning light. The dew is thick and smiles, and the wind is strong and the fragrance is light.
The thin leaves are light green, and the round flowers are bright yellow. . Still as beautiful as this year, and will be fragrant in the next year.
Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Nine Days in Yun'an":
The cold flowers have all bloomed, and the chrysanthemums are only full of branches. Old The picking frequency varies, and the light-flavored wine will temporarily follow.
Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Ying Chrysanthemum":
One night of new frost touches the tiles lightly, and the bananas are newly broken and the lotus is tilted. The only one who can withstand the cold is The chrysanthemums on the east fence are like the golden millets that have just opened and the dawn is clearer.
"Chrysanthemums" by Wu Lulei of the Tang Dynasty
Charming golden skirt, slim white jade skin. It seems that the time is different, and it seems to be with the cold weather. .
I can’t bear to fall to the ground, but I would rather die with my skills.
"Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Dark lavender, melting yellow. Tao Ling The color of the fence, the fragrance in Luo Han's house.
Whenever it is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really shy of the setting sun. May the golden parrot be promoted to the white jade hall.
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Zhao Changhan Ju" 》
The light muscles and weak bones scatter the secret flowers, and the golden pistils are flooded with clouds. If you want to know the old trillium, the flowers will bloom when the herbs are destroyed.
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty "Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival"
The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden house in front shines on the sand. There are few women in the world who have no high charm, only the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Song Dynasty·Lu You "Folding Chrysanthemums on September 12th"
The yellow flowers are fragrant and unique, and the skills of pairing the cornucopia wrongly during the Double Ninth Festival. It is late to see the frost, and it is ridiculous for children to say that it is out of date.
Song Dynasty· Mei Yaochen's "Remnant Chrysanthemum"
The scattered golden stamens, although withered, do not change their fragrance. The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bush, but it is still possible to clear the cup.
Song Dynasty Zhu Shuzhen's "Chrysanthemum"
p>Local flowers can be white or red, and they can still love this work in the evening. I would rather hold the fragrant branches until they grow old than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind.
Jin Yuanhaowen's "Ode to October Chrysanthemum"
The fragrance of autumn used to be in the poetry of poets, but now it is passed on to busy people in the late festival. If it is not the west wind that keeps a guest, the plum blossoms will fade away after a long time.
"Chrysanthemum" by Shen Zhou of Ming Dynasty
Flowers are beginning to appear on the hedgerows in autumn, but they have turned from indifference to prosperity. The doorway to the west wind is fragrant, except for the Tao family to my home.
"Yong Chrysanthemum" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The properties of things have always been different. Family, who is greedy for the cold and thin and hates the years? The chrysanthemums are white in the wind and frost country, not the chrysanthemums outside the spring.
Ming Dynasty Tang Yin's "Chrysanthemums"
The three paths of the hometown are full of thick bushes, and there is a night of frost. Falling in the blue sky. Visitors who have not returned from the end of the world, just use the fence to watch the autumn wind.
Dong Biwu's "Appreciating Chrysanthemums"
There are more than a hundred famous species of chrysanthemums, and the flowers are blooming and beautiful. Autumn Garden The outside is light, and spring is coming before our eyes.
Who is responsible for the good fortune? Diligence, wisdom and self-cultivation. Enjoy the pleasure and invite guests to visit; sing music to prolong life.
Chen Yi's "Autumn Chrysanthemums" < /p>
Autumn chrysanthemums can be proud of frost, but wind and frost are heavy. They are naturally resistant to cold, but what can they do about wind and frost!
The chrysanthemum poem in "A Dream of Red Mansions" is a masterpiece. Please enjoy the chrysanthemum poems in the Red Mansion Art Garden.
Recalling Chrysanthemums
Looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the red polygonum and reeds are white and the heart is broken. There is no trace of the empty fence in the old garden in autumn, and there is knowledge in the thin moon and clear frost.
Thinking of my heart and returning to the wild goose, I sit alone and listen to the night anvil. Who pities me for my yellow flower disease, and expresses condolences that I will see you again during the Double Ninth Festival.
----Heng Wujun
Visiting chrysanthemums
Try to visit in your leisure time while the frost is clear, and don’t leave the wine glass and medicine cup covered with water. Who grows it in the moonlight before the frost? Where is the autumn outside the fence outside the threshold?
The wax clogs come from afar and are loved. Yes, the cold chanting is not enough to make you happy. If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don't bear the burden of leaning on the head of the staff today.
----Master Yihong
Planting chrysanthemums
< p>I brought my hoe to the autumn garden and planted it beside the fence in front of the garden. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today I am still happy to bring the frost to bloom.Thousands of poems about autumn colors are recited in the cold, and I am drunk with the cold fragrance. A glass of wine. The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud, and they are diligently protected. I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust.
----Yihong Gongzi
To the chrysanthemum
The other garden It's more precious than gold when it's moved, one trace is light and the other is deep. Ketou sat by the sparse fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance.
Counting the clouds, there is no one who is proud of the world. It seems that I am the only one who knows the truth! The autumn light is fleeting. If you live up to your expectations, you should cherish every inch of the shade.
----Old friend of the pillow Quiet. Separately, the incense is divided into 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 and setting sun in the garden reminds me of 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 Friends of Zhenxia
Chrysanthemums
The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is lost in silence while walking around the fence. Writing, the fragrance in the corners 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 the present.
----Concubine Xiaoxiang
Painting chrysanthemums
I don’t know how to be wild after poetry, how can it be a waste of time in painting? Gather leaves and splash thousands of ink, gather flowers to dye a few marks Frost.
The light and dense divine shadows in front of the wind can escape the fragrance of autumn. Don’t waste time picking at the east fence and stick to the screen to chat to comfort the Double Ninth Festival.
---- Hengwujun
Asking the Chrysanthemums
Wanting to know about the autumn mood, which no one knows, he murmured with his hands behind his back and knocked on the east fence: Who is hiding together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late to bloom like the same?
Why is it so lonely when the garden is covered with dew and frost? Honggui crickets are sick and lovesickness? Don’t talk about people who have nothing to talk about in the world, why not explain it for a while.
----Concubine Xiaoxiang
Hairpin chrysanthemum
The vase is used to plant flowers for the fence every day, and it is hard to recognize the makeup in the mirror. Mr. Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
Short sideburns The cold dew stains the three paths, and the fragrance of the kudzu towel stains the nine-autumn frost. The high emotions are not in the eyes of the people, and I clap my hands and laugh at the roadside.
- ---Jiao Xia Ke
Chrysanthemum Shadows
The autumn light is layered one after another, sneaking into the three paths. The sparse windows and lamps depict the distance and the near, and the moonlight locks are exquisite through the screen of the fence.
The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay. , The frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty. Don’t cherish the secret fragrance and break it. Who can recognize the hazy eyes with drunkenness?
----Old friend of Zhenxia
Ju Meng
I had a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, and could not distinguish the clouds and the moon. When I ascended to immortality, I did not admire the village and raised butterflies. When I recalled the past, I still looked for Tao Lingmeng.
I fell asleep and followed the wild goose, and I was surprised to come back and was so upset. Xun Ming. Who can I complain to when I wake up: The decaying grass and the cold smoke have endless love!
---Concubine Xiaoxiang
The remaining chrysanthemums
The dew and the frost are gradually falling. The banquet is just after the light snow. The stems are fragrant and golden, and the branches are not full of green leaves.
Half the moon has fallen on the bed, and the cicadas are sick. Thousands of miles of cold clouds, the wild geese are late. The autumn wind knows that we will meet next year. , break up temporarily, Mo Xiangsi!