begonia
Song sushi
The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor. I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
"Living in Dinghui Garden, the east is full of flowers and there is a begonia. A local person doesn't know how expensive it is."
Song sushi
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.
His lips were carried away by wine, and his sleeves were wrapped with Anh Hong meat. The forest is dark and foggy, Guang Xiao is late, the warm wind is light during the day, and the spring is full.
There are tears and sadness in the rain, and no one is more beautiful under the moon. There is nothing wrong with Mr. Wang's full stomach. He walks freely and needs a stomach.
Don't ask people and temples, knock on the door with a stick to see bamboo cultivation. Suddenly, every photo of Zhang Huali was rotten, and the root of the disease was erased with a sigh.
Where did the humble country get this flower? There is nothing good about moving to West Shu. It's not easy to push your luck, but it's a swan.
I can read it all over the world just to drink this song. In the Ming Dynasty, when I woke up alone, the snow began to fall.
begonia
Song luyou
Although flashy, the emperor is really rich.
I'm a West Shu guest, and I'm ashamed to travel with Haitang.
Goodbye should be endless, and it is particularly sad to open a picture.
Reflections on the Screen Painting of Post Office Begonia
Song luyou
Tired of thinking about long walls, this peace of mind is as stubborn as a stone. Dumen sighed again, but stopped drinking and began to feel ashamed.
Begonia blooms in Chengdu in February, and the gorgeous scenery wraps the city. Yan Palace is the most prosperous flower sea, with the remains of the national tyrant.
The scarlet parrot green is very clever, and the overlapping calyx is dazzling in the morning. A prosperous dream suddenly blew away, and when I close my eyes and think about it carefully, I still remember it vividly.
It's not easy to know between sorrow and joy, so it's better to remember drunken poems. At night, the wind and rain passed, worrying about the broken branches on the screen.
The nearest flower
Song Ge Zhong Sheng
I'm afraid the flowers will fall asleep at night. Fire shines red makeup and you are satisfied with staying in the hotel.
There are thousands of flowers in the phoenix candle, and you can find them anywhere.
Hanyuan red light is not a wave language. In front of the pavilion, there are coral trees.
Then please urge your majesty to beat the drums to show the evil wind and rain.
good news
Song Zhou Zizhi
Spring is like a glass of wine, and Haitang is too drunk. Who dyed the jade muscle to make the face look like a swallow?
The wind and rain that sends spring is the most ruthless, and it is a pity to blow it. Why don't you leave the flowers and ask Xiao Huan to catch up?
cold spring
Song chenyuyi
In February, Baling was windy, and the cold spring was not over.
Haitang blushed without hesitation and drizzled independently.
Like a dream. It suddenly blew and rained last night.
Song liqing Zhao
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Young mermaid
Song Li mi Xun
Who is in charge of the spring after the flowering of begonia? It rains every day. Poor new green everywhere. No fragrant cheeks and powder, faint fat swallowing.
Listen to the golden thread together last year. That's where flowers fly. You can't help worrying when you get old. When will you stop worrying about bullying the elderly?
begonia
Liu Song Ziyi
The quiet posture makes the spring bright, and Mei borrows the romantic willow to borrow the light. When planting, teach to surround wild water, and the half-open length is near Qingming.
It rained for several nights, but the fragrance is still there, so I can't draw it after dyeing it. Poetry is always careless about the topic, and it seems to be sentimental so far.
"Two unopened begonia poems in the same generation, the second"
Jin yuan Wen Hao
Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red.
Be sure to cherish your heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossom fan bloom in the spring of spring breeze!
The following poem about Haitang is from Cao Xueqin's 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.