Write a poem with a flower name: apricot blossom: osmanthus: chrysanthemum: plum blossom: pear blossom:

Xinghua: Due to the provincial customs, the nephew of the visiting master disappeared, and the topic wall still flows today last year. Apricot flowers were torn down again last year. When the villagers came back, they asked who it was, or who they had a spring outing last year. The grass grows on Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion, who will stop by the east wind. Swallows are late in spring, and apricot flowers are cold in the misty rain. Quan Deyu rewarded Zhao Shangshu with drunkenness in Xingyuan, and then sent him (then Tai Changqing) to Jiangxi in late spring. I envy you all day. Yuan Zhen's topic is practiced, the wall is covered with clouds, apricot flowers ride to the dust, and Qujiang is idle in spring. Although it's a pity that you live in the city, Qujiang is a mountain without others. B Wen Tingyun delayed the Spring Festival Evening in Chang 'an for half a day, just when Wang Sun was disappointed. The apricot blossoms have not returned, and the willows are blowing in the east wind on the river. Don Yan Qian's Ten Untitled Poems. Under the moon, blowing sheng, Cailuan, DOG, Zheng Drum, misty rain and misty water, reflected in the village, met Baqiao. They stirred up the cold-resistant order of the spring breeze and finally won the apricot blossom. The next spring, the apricot blossoms opened. How can people thrive in the world in a half-opened leisure garden? Hengmen, west of the street where Wu lives, has a very difficult dream, and people can't go back if they want to. Long memories of last year's cold food night. It still smells like Chang 'an. Ying Xiao Wo, before the apricot blossom, I am haggard today and ashamed of you. On Liu Jian's spring night, the spring clouds are light, the bright moon is in the sky, apricot flowers are piled on the ground, and the snow is fragrant. I was drunk on the bamboo fence, and I didn't sing the decimal jade fairy song. Bai Juyi visited the apricot blossom in Zhaocun. How many times a year do you come to see the apricot blossoms in Zhaozhuang? Seventy-three people are hard to come again, and this spring is another flower. The apricot blossoms and safflower in Wenwen are in full bloom, and the heights are covered with small gardens. When you see them in full bloom, you are still disappointed, but you can't say that they have blossomed. Love is a thousand poems, and drunkenness is a bottle of wine in hometown. Spring afternoon, out of the city wall, where is Zhumen? Wang Anshi's Northern Apricot Flowers. Spring breeze enters the front of renewal. If apricot blossoms are intentional, there are many dancing shirts. Tao Yong is far from Beijing and lives in Shangshan. Spring breeze is thought-provoking. There is no reason and dust, or the smell of apricot flowers. Liu Xiahui, written by Li Shangyin, secretly remembered that he had no choice but to blow Banan willow, and he even planned to use yellow as an apricot flower medium. In the east of Lou Yu, Song Qi in spring, beautiful scenery and wrinkles are gradually found to welcome guests. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a night photo among the flowers. Mei Yao Chen first saw apricot flowers, and the smoke forest opened early. Light red deceives drunk powder. I believe there are pink clouds on the red branches of apricot flowers in front of the hall, but the sun is shining high and the smoke from the kitchen is thick. How can I lock the apricot garden? Su Shi's flowers and rains are sparse. There are not enough swings in the alley. Pink and faded white rouge. Suffering is frustrated by amorous feelings. Sick and tired, muddy as when I was one year old. Walking around the cloister, I still sit alone. The moon cage was dark and the door was locked. Li Shangyin commented that Weng sent me porridge to answer porridge, which made it fragrant and saved me from sitting at the banquet as a prostitute. Send me today, spring is old, and the wind tower handed me a swing. Yang Wanli recited apricot flowers. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. Osmanthus fragrans: Because of saving customs, visiting monks and nephews is not available. Last year, the water flowed, and last year, the apricot flowers were torn down. The villagers came back and asked who it was, or did they go for a spring outing last year. The grass grows on Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion. Who leans on the east wind? Swallows do not come late in spring. A misty rain and apricot blossom cold. Quan Deyu rewarded Zhao Shangshu for being drunk in the apricot garden. See you later (it was too evergreen). Jiangxi in early spring is a romantic place. The crane and apricot blossom set each other off and become interesting, and I envy you for being drunk all day. Yuan Zhen practiced, Yi Li lived on the wall and rode to the dust, and apricot flowers were idle in Qujiang. Although you live in the city, you are a mountain without others. Wen lives in Qujiang and watches the Spring Festival Evening in Chang 'an. The east wind blows the willows on the river. Don Yan Qian's Untitled Ten Poems, a cloud with a drop of tears, a spring rain with apricot flowers and a cold curtain. When will we meet again? Under the moon, blowing sheng will have colorful flowers, Zheng Gu will be covered with mist and rain, and the village will reflect the bridge, disrupting the cold-resistant order and finally getting apricot flowers. The apricot blossoms in Luoyin lurked in the next spring, and the plum blossoms had withered. People can't go home if they want to. Last year's cold food night, apricot blossoms rained, which is a long memory. Wei Zhuang smells like a cloud of birds in spring, and birds in sunny spring are all over Jiangcun, which is like old news in Chang 'an. Before the red apricots in Ying Xiao Wo blossomed, I was haggard and ashamed of you. On Liu Jian's spring night, the spring clouds are light, the bright moon is in the sky, and apricot flowers are piled with fragrant snow. Drunk and drooping, leaning on the bamboo column, the decimal jade fairy song is not full. Bai Juyi swam around among the apricot flowers in Zhaocun. Seventy-three people are hard to come again, and this spring is another flower. The apricot blossoms and safflower in Wenwen are in full bloom, and the heights are covered with small gardens. When you see them in full bloom, you are still disappointed, but you can't say that they have blossomed. Love is a thousand poems, and drunkenness is a bottle of wine in hometown. Spring afternoon, out of the city wall, where is Zhumen? Wang Anshi's Northern Apricot Flowers. Spring breeze enters the front of renewal. If apricot blossoms are intentional, there are many dancing shirts. Tao Yong is far from Beijing and lives in Shangshan. Spring breeze is thought-provoking. There is no reason and dust, or the smell of apricot flowers. Liu Xiahui, written by Li Shangyin, secretly remembered that he had no choice but to blow Banan willow, and he even planned to use yellow as an apricot flower medium. In the east of Lou Yu, Song Qi in spring, beautiful scenery and wrinkles are gradually found to welcome guests. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a night photo among the flowers. Mei Yao Chen first saw apricot flowers, and the smoke forest opened early. Light red deceives drunk powder. I believe there are pink clouds on the red branches of apricot flowers in front of the hall, but the sun is shining high and the smoke from the kitchen is thick. How can I lock the apricot garden? Su Shi's flowers and rains are sparse. There are not enough swings in the alley. Pink and faded white rouge. Suffering is frustrated by amorous feelings. Sick and tired, muddy as when I was one year old. Walking around the cloister, I still sit alone. The moon cage was dark and the door was locked. Li Shangyin commented that Weng sent me porridge to answer porridge, which made it fragrant and saved me from sitting at the banquet as a prostitute. Send me today, spring is old, and the wind tower handed me a swing. Yang Wanli recited apricot flowers. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. Osmanthus fragrans: Because of saving customs, visiting monks and nephews is not available. Last year, the water flowed, and last year, the apricot flowers were torn down. The villagers came back and asked who it was, or did they go for a spring outing last year. The grass grows on Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion. Who leans on the east wind? Swallows do not come late in spring. A misty rain and apricot blossom cold. Quan Deyu rewarded Zhao Shangshu for being drunk in the apricot garden. See you later (it was too evergreen). Jiangxi in early spring is a romantic place. The crane and apricot blossom set each other off and become interesting, and I envy you for being drunk all day. Yuan Zhen practiced, Yi Li lived on the wall and rode to the dust, and apricot flowers were idle in Qujiang. Although you live in the city, you are a mountain without others. Wen lives in Qujiang and watches the Spring Festival Evening in Chang 'an. The east wind blows the willows on the river. Don Yan Qian's Untitled Ten Poems, a cloud with a drop of tears, a spring rain with apricot flowers and a cold curtain. When will we meet again? Under the moon, blowing sheng will have colorful flowers, Zheng Gu will be covered with mist and rain, and the village will reflect the bridge, disrupting the cold-resistant order and finally getting apricot flowers. The apricot blossoms in Luoyin lurked in the next spring, and the plum blossoms had withered. People can't go home if they want to. Last year's cold food night, apricot blossoms rained, which is a long memory. Wei Zhuang smells like a cloud of birds in spring, and birds in sunny spring are all over Jiangcun, which is like old news in Chang 'an. Before the red apricots in Ying Xiao Wo blossomed, I was haggard and ashamed of you. On Liu Jian's spring night, the spring clouds are light, the bright moon is in the sky, and apricot flowers are piled with fragrant snow. Drunk and drooping, leaning on the bamboo column, the decimal jade fairy song is not full. Bai Juyi swam around among the apricot flowers in Zhaocun. Seventy-three people are hard to come again, and this spring is another flower. The apricot blossoms and safflower in Wenwen are in full bloom, and the heights are covered with small gardens. When you see them in full bloom, you are still disappointed, but you can't say that they have blossomed. Love is a thousand poems, and drunkenness is a bottle of wine in hometown. Spring afternoon, out of the city wall, where is Zhumen? Wang Anshi's Northern Apricot Flowers. Spring breeze enters the front of renewal. If apricot blossoms are intentional, there are many dancing shirts. Tao Yong is far from Beijing and lives in Shangshan. Spring breeze is thought-provoking. There is no reason and dust, or the smell of apricot flowers. Liu Xiahui, written by Li Shangyin, secretly remembered that he had no choice but to blow Banan willow, and he even planned to use yellow as an apricot flower medium. In the east of Lou Yu, Song Qi in spring, beautiful scenery and wrinkles are gradually found to welcome guests. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a night photo among the flowers. Mei Yao Chen first saw apricot flowers, and the smoke forest opened early. Light red deceives drunk powder. I believe there are pink clouds on the red branches of apricot flowers in front of the hall, but the sun is shining high and the smoke from the kitchen is thick. How can I lock the apricot garden? Su Shi's flowers and rains are sparse. There are not enough swings in the alley. Pink and faded white rouge. Suffering is frustrated by amorous feelings. Sick and tired, muddy as when I was one year old. Walking around the cloister, I still sit alone. The moon cage was dark and the door was locked. Li Shangyin commented that Weng sent me porridge to answer porridge, which made it fragrant and saved me from sitting at the banquet as a prostitute. Send me today, spring is old, and the wind tower handed me a swing. Yang Wanli recited apricot flowers. Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. Osmanthus fragrans: Birds are singing in Tang and Wang Wei, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. Birds sing in surprise at the moon, chrysanthemums sing in spring: chrysanthemums surround the house like Taoist priests, and the fence is becoming more and more inclined. It is not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, but that this bloom is more barren. On the night of Double Ninth Festival, white chrysanthemums are endowed with flowers all over the garden. Pulsatilla entered the juvenile court, and Su Shi in Zhao Chang was weak in muscles and weak in bones, and even Jin Mei opened. Want to know the medicine to prolong life, let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. With Cui Xiangzhi's purple chrysanthemum and Han Qi's purple chrysanthemum cloak, the sunset glow will disperse and the wonderful flowers will be rewarded every year. If you are famous, you can open a fairy house. Gorgeous colors can't beat brocade. Plum Blossom, Plum Blossom, Plum Blossom, Plum Blossom, Plum Blossom, Wang Mian, Xiyan Lake, only the fresh air is open and full of dry Kun. Zhang Mei, who got up early, called a cold plum tree with white jade strips and returned to the creek bridge beside the village road. I don't know. I started spraying water recently. I suspect it was not sold after the winter snow. Mo Mei bamboo slips don't hate Dan Qing's painter, he doesn't need to be different. Jade is not as beautiful as Western jackdaw in the West, and dust is different from Han Palace. Early plum trees are frozen to break, and lonely roots are warm and lonely. In front of a village in Zita Law, I was killed by flowers. I still hate the east wind, and it's even more boring to blow misty rain and dark dusk. Plum blossoms first bloom, Li Dongfeng is westerly, and leaves are empty in the mountains. Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, but they are still new and white. The painter in Zhao Bingwen, Mo Mei, was afraid that people would think I was straight. When I met a stranger, Xia Fu never carved a jade person. Yimei Li Shangyin will definitely settle down at the end of the world, and he will be reluctant to make a fortune. Often used as last year's flowers. I am wearing Wang Mian and Bai Mei in the snow forest, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, I was fragrant all night, and I broke up as a dry Kun. Wan is not affected by dust at all, and the thatched cottage is willing. Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I aroused the poet's discussion about it. Pear flower: The peach blossom in a quilt became a double night, and a pear tree crushed a begonia. (Su Dongpo. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can). Just like the spring rain falls on pear flowers. (Bai Juyi) 4 Pears are pale white, willows are dark green, and Liu's flowers are all over the city. (Su Dongpo) 5. Black tea weaves mountains and praises persimmons, and bluestone sells wine and pear blossoms. (Li Shangyin) 6. Pear blossoms lay a pile of snow. Who will lean on the railing next year? (Du Mu) 7. Sunset on the screen window is fading, and no one sees the tears hidden in the golden house. Lonely and empty, spring comes late, and pear blossoms are not everywhere. (Liu) 8. Although Laoshan is not closed, I spend the Spring Festival in Chang 'an. I wonder who it belongs to tonight. (Anonymous Zashi) 9. Zhu Qi Lip, Jinfeng Guizi, named Canmeng, Xiaoyu Pear Flower. (Jade Butterfly) 10. Moon Lake Village by Lingxuesong Road. An ethereal pear blossom dream. Patrol, Xiaoyan Fang Shuchun. Jiang Meixin, kingfishers crow. (Yuan Zhen Wu Shi's [Lu Nan] Bian Mei] Other supplementary answers: There are many poems about pear flowers in Tang poetry and Song poetry. For example, the judge who sent his troops to Beijing, the north wind rolled white grass, eight In the snow crossed Tatar days, like spring breeze, blowing the petals of Wanli at night, into the pearl curtain, wet silk curtain, fox fur is not warm and thin. The general's horn bow is out of control, and it is difficult to protect his iron clothes. The vast sea is dry and cold. Clouds are like Li Ning, but we drink to our guests who come home from the camp, and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him until dusk. When the snow collapses our tent, our frozen red flag can't fly in the wind. We watch him cross the Lunta Gate to the east and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road. Then he disappears at the corner of the mountain pass, stays in the snow, drinks Du Mu Huaiyang at first and makes love with many sick couples on winter nights, frosting the guests. There is a pile of snow under the pear flower. Who will lean on the railing next year? Spring resentment Liu screen window sunset, no one saw tears in the golden house. Lonely and empty, spring comes late, and pear blossoms are not full. The obscure old mountain of miscellaneous poems, though not closed, spent late spring in Chang 'an. I wonder who it is tonight. Who gives priority to Shi Dazu's loneliness? How worried about cold food? Its predecessor is as clear as plum makeup, and the moon stays at night. It is fragrant and fascinated by Hu Die's way of flying. Snow is on the swing. At dusk, I wore plain clothes and listened to the rain at night. Pear blossoms in Donglan [Song Dynasty]. Su Shi is pale white and dark blue, and the flowers in the willow are all over the city. A snow in Donglan is melancholy. Like a dream, Yan Rui, Lu Lihua. The road is apricot blossom. White and red, especially the taste of spring (East). I remember. I remember. People are slightly drunk in Xinjian (Wuling).