Poems about smells 1. Poems about beautiful women smelling flowers.
1, there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.
Take care of the city first, then the country.
2. The cloud needs clothes, flowers and tolerance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
3. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
4. Famous flowers pour into the country, caring for each other, and are often laughed at by kings.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
5. how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, how quiet she is and how troubled her brow is! Now, you may see bright tears on her cheeks, but not the man she loves deeply.
6. Hire more than 13 people, and Cardamom will end in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll a bead curtain.
7, a generation of the whole city chasing waves, martial arts empty memories of children's homes. Don't laugh at your neighbor's daughter in the east. You are still wearing gauze on Baixi's head.
8. Shy eyes and smiling lips. Wind-rolled grape belt, Rizhao pomegranate skirt
7. Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy.
The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly.
Laziness shines on the water like a beautiful flower and acts like a weak willow.
The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.
8, clear water out of hibiscus, naturally carved.
9. Looking back and smiling, the powder and paint of Liugong faded into nothingness.
10, like a spring rain falling on a pear flower.
1 1, if the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.
12, soft hands, solidified skin, collar like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head like a moth's eyebrow, smart smile and beautiful eyes.
13, small white orchid fan, fine waist jade belt yarn dance. It is suspected that there is a fairy who came to earth and smiled back to win Xinghua.
14, handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, forget the customs when you see it.
15, there is a beautiful banshee, Pei Shuimei. Shui Mae Fang, who will send it?
A rhinoceros has white teeth and a pair of moths with green eyebrows. A red face is like a lotus, and a plain face is frozen.
Graceful and free, light and uncontrollable. Excellent taste depends on beauty.
16, the cheeks are condensed with new plums, the nose is greasy with goose fat, gentle and silent, and the view is amiable.
17, who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley
18, face like a silver plate, eyes like water apricots, lips not red, eyebrows not painted green.
2. Poetry about smell, hearing, sight and touch in spring.
That's enough ... Xu Fushuang flew back from a spring outing, and the peach blossoms on the shore dipped in water.
The bridge is broken in the spring breeze, and the ship leaves Liu Yin. Peach blossoms bloom in Dalin Temple in April.
I hate that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know how to turn to it. Cuihu, the capital of Nanzhuang, last year, today, at this gate, people face peach blossoms.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. There is a short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees in Zhinan, and a cane helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu Mangroves are sloping with green hills, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring. Looking for flowers by the river, Du Fu's yellow silk family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low.
Wandering butterflies always dance, while charming yinger just cries. ] Suxi Pavilion grass grows on Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion. Who leans against the east wind and stops at twelve?
The eaves of the house don't return to spring late, and the apricot blossoms are cold and misty. Enjoy the spring breeze and caress your face and cheeks. Peach blossoms and willows praise the beauty of spring.
Spring poems are sung in the room, adding a few words to spring. Spring Festival travel rush urged Du Fu's tidbits in the Tang Dynasty to be late, and Feifei eggplant was bright.
Spring is long and the male birds are far away, and Chai Jing is alone in early spring. Early spring, 18-year-old Zhang, a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs, was on the street outside Tian Yu in the Tang Dynasty. The rain is crisp, the grass looks close, but there is nothing. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Zhang Chunjiang moonlit night, spring tide, bright moon on the sea. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the waterfront, and the vast scene is new for a while. If you wait for the spring breeze, it will always be spring.
Liu Yongta's jasper makeup is a tree high and hangs down with 10 thousand green silk threads. I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Su Shi, the night scene by Huichong River, is a prophet of warm ducks by the river. Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
Wei's Xixi Chuzhou only pities the secluded grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Yulouchun, Song Qi Dongcheng gradually found the scenery beautiful, and welcomed guests with wrinkles. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Gone with the wind grows up and hates less happiness. I wish to love a daughter and smile, and hold wine for you to persuade the sunset, leaving a late photo in the flowers. This park is not worth visiting. Ye Shaoweng should pity the dog's teeth, but Chai Fei won't open for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Liu Yuxi's "The New Makeup of Spring Poetry Should Be Below Zhu Lou" deeply locks the sadness of a hospital in spring.
Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta. Li Choi Wha Business in Spring When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the White Gate City where I can't go.
The two red mansions were cold and covered by rain, and Zhu set off Deng's ups and downs and returned alone. Spring is like grass in Li Baiyan, and our mulberries bend out branches like moss here.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? Spring resentment willow screen window sunset dusk, no one sees tears in the golden house.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. In spring, Du Fu's country has broken mountains and rivers, and the vegetation is green in spring.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. The Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling opened a peach well last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain. A night watchman is in the left yard of the palace. Dufu flowers are hidden in the dusk, and birds are chirping for a place to live.
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight. I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.
I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night. The prime minister of Jinling, Lu Zeng, traveled in Du Chun, only to be shocked by the beautiful scenery of Yongxin. The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color. Suddenly an old song played, and I was homesick.
3. Find a poem about smelling incense
A touch of crimson lips and a swing (Li Qingzhao)
Swing,
Get up and adjust your delicate hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks and golden retriever slipped away.
Walking with shame, leaning against the door and looking back,
But smell the plum.
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This? Or this one below?
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Li Qingzhao contracted magnolia
When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan. [
4. What are the sentences describing the sense of smell?
1, in fact, women rely on intuition and sense of smell, and men always think they are unconscious. Now that women are so determined, men will always regret why they found out later.
2. A true friend is mentally as sensitive as a dog's sense of smell; They can feel their friends' sadness, guess the cause of sadness, and always worry about it.
3. Greed will make human beings have the best sense of smell and smell the intoxicating smell of money, even a copper coin.
4, her good, only get along for a long time, only to know that it is the smell of incense, not the gorgeous eyes.
It is said that people have five senses: sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch. In fact, temperature is also a feeling. The definition of poor health is warm feeling, and most of the others are mixed feeling.
6. Before the germination of dark reason, hearing, smell and vision were used to measure childhood.
7. Habit will make our sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch lose their original sensitivity.
8. I don't know about that flight. It flies past my sky on time every day, so I think you can be a sense of taste and smell, a feeling of wind and water.
9. If you want to blend in with the sheep, you have to put on sheepskin first, but even if you put on sheepskin, you can't lose the wolf's sense of smell.
10, what do you want? Women rely on intuition and smell. We men think that she is unconscious and wrong.
1 1. When you lose sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell, you enter a state of no self, and you will find that everything around you is illusory except yourself.
12, auditory birdsong, with the smell of flowers, but also with the smell of alcohol, but also with the visual elegance of clouds and smooth running water.
13. People's sense of smell remembers things far more than sight, touch and hearing. I will always remember this faint fragrance on him.
14, those days stayed in my sight, hearing and smell, and together with these taste marks, became my first and last hometown.
15, read it carefully for more than ten times, read it again, smell it again, taste it again, and feel it again, so as not to waste this piece of paper flying from Qianshan.
5. Poems about women smelling flowers
1, helpless beauty sniffing, straight suspected Tankouyin center. -Zhang Hu's "Abelmoschus manihot"
2, who painted really fragrant, jade is like a delicate hand smelling plum blossoms. -Su Shi's Four Seasons Ci
3. Beauty remains the same, but Zui Xiang remains the same. -Yan Shu's "The fisherman is proud, and the Chu State is thin and thin."
4. Join hands to play Fang Cong. I smell the flowers, I am angry with the smoke, and I am drunk with the west wind. -Ouyang Xiu's "Fighting with the West Wind"
5. A smile and a new makeup. Before and after brocade pavilion. When that swallow come. Who hates no fragrance, try to smell the flowers. -Wang's "Dianjiang Lip Eighteen Fragrant Words"
Extended data:
Zhang Hu (about 785 -849? ), Ji Cheng, a poet, was born in Qinghe (now Qinghe County, Xingtai City) in the Tang Dynasty. His family background is prominent, and he is called Zhang Gongzi, and he has the reputation of "national celebrity". I lived in Gusu in my early years. In Changqing, Ling Huchu recommended it, but it was not reported. The princess mansion was excluded by Yuan Zhen, and her former residence was Huainan, where she loved Danyang music and lived in seclusion.
Su Shi (1037 65438+10.8-165438+August 24), whose name is Zi Zhan, whose name is He Zhong, was named Dongpo Jushi, who was called Su Dongpo and Su Xian in the world. Han nationality, a native of Meishan, Meizhou (now Meishan, Sichuan) and Luancheng, Hebei, was a famous writer, calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. Su Shi is the representative of the highest literary achievement in Song Dynasty, and he has made great achievements in poetry, ci, writing, calligraphy and painting.
6. Sad poems
1. Trembling with fear, treading on thin ice —— The Book of Songs Xiaoya Xiao Wen
2. Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think there is no limit to heaven and earth, and there is no end. I am alone, and my tear drops-Don Chen Ziang is on the tower of Youzhou.
3. White hair and three thousands of feet, as long as sorrow-Tang Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and poor-Don. Du Fu's Li Baimeng.
When people grow up, they hate water growing in the east-Nantang. Li Yu's "Meeting You".
6. How worried can Jun be? Just like a river flowing eastward-South Tang. The Mermaid by Li Yu >:>
7. Although the water is flowing, it is invulnerable, and it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel the sorrow-Tang Li Bai's Shu Yun, the official of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building.
8. Feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel-Tang Du Mu's Farewell
Year after year, she sewed gold thread on other girls' wedding dresses-Don Qin Taoyu's "poor girl".
10. And a moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously-Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse".
1 1. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will continue forever-Tang Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
12. Silence is better than sound-Tang Juyi's Pipa Trip.
13. A teacher shows his real name, but after a thousand years, no one is equal-Song's book is angry.
14. Why does Qiangdi blame Yangliu? Spring breeze is just the Yumen Pass-Wang Tangzhihuan's Liangzhou Ci.
15. Mo Tao never dies, and people are thinner than yellow flowers-Song Liqing takes photos of Drunk Flowers.
16. Searching, cold and lonely, sad and sad-Song Li Qingzhao's slow voice.
17. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I take it to heart-Song Liqing takes a photo of "A Piece of Plum"
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19. When people come to worry, they have nowhere to get together. It has nothing to do with feelings, but there is always sadness-Song and Huang Tingjian and reading The Too Real Story.
7. Sentences describing the smell, touch and touch of spring rain
Spring rain can bathe the path.
Spring rains water crops.
Spring rain moistens the arid land, and everything will glow with vitality.
After the spring rain, the sky looks particularly blue.
The spring rain makes the leaves of young trees particularly bright.
Spring rain can increase our groundwater.
Spring rain is good for the growth of crops.
Spring rain makes people breathe fresh air.
Spring rain is green, spring rain is sprinkled on the grass, and the grass turns green.
Spring rain is red. Spring rain sprinkled on the blooming wild flowers.
Spring rain is black, spring rain is sprinkled on the soil, and the soil is wet.
Spring rain is golden. Spring rain falls on children's smiling faces, and children are laughing happily.
Spring rain, like mother's milk, nurtures everything in the world.
Spring rain is like a teacher, nurturing students with hard sweat.
Chunyu is like a great musician, playing wonderful music for nature.
Spring rain is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." How well Du Fu wrote this poem! Yes, after the severe winter, the spring rain came quietly to the world like smoke. He urged the earth to wake up, and he added vitality to spring. Whenever this time, I like to walk in the rain and enjoy the beautiful patterns woven by the fine spring rain.
Look! The drizzle covered the earth like smoke and gauze, making it look picturesque. The drizzle moistens the willow, which wakes up, softens its branches and spits out buds as big as rice grains; The breeze blows the Buddha statue, swaying gently, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts dancing. As if someone was directing, the birds flapped their wings, released their voices on the willow branches and sang the praises of spring happily. Yingchun couldn't help laughing, and the green grass wet by the rain was not to be outdone. She shook herself off the ground and put a furry green dress on it. Ah! How beautiful! This tree, this flower and this grass constitute a beautiful picture that only the spring rain can describe!
Look! The children were also attracted, waving red, sky blue and crimson umbrellas in the spring rain, so many, so beautiful ... There is a man with glasses among the children-isn't that our teacher? Ah! Teacher, isn't the spring rain your incarnation? Aren't you selflessly watering the flowers of the motherland like spring rain?