Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Thrush Ouyang xiu
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
Zhi Zhu's Ci Liu Yuxi
In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff.
A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
Zhai Changling
The female radish covers the stone wall and the stream is hazy.
Purple vines and yellow flowers are in the cold dew.
Show flowers in the morning and lie in the wind at night.
Clouds turn into water, and the luster is the same as mine.
The sun and the moon are swaying and empty.
2. Poems with colorful flowers
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. It's plum blossoms. When you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossoms. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist, trees and grass turn green again in spring, petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows. Bloom is becoming more and more colorful, and the shallow grass is not as deep as the horseshoe peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, and not as deep as Wang Lun's affection.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. There's nothing to do, bloom's flowers fall, and it's like deja vu when Yan returns.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta. In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.
3. Ancient poems about the posture and color of flowers
Yuan Zhen's chrysanthemum
Autumn silk is like a Potter around the house, and the more she surrounds, the more inclined she is.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Chrysanthemum Huang Chao
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils.
Huang tingjian
Fairy Ling Bo gave birth to dust socks. She walked lightly on the water.
Who recruited this heartbroken soul and planted it as a cold flower to send sorrow?
Sweet body wants beauty, and mountain alum is the younger brother.
Sitting is really annoying, and I laugh when I go out.
chrysanthemum
Songtangwan
I send my heart to Ao Shuang in Dongli, and I don't compete with Amethyst Chunfang.
Pink butterflies are light and thin, and they pillow yellow flowers every night.
chrysanthemum
Li Ming Meng Yang
If you don't follow the crowd, a hundred flowers will blossom.
Qi is strong, and fragrance is clear.
Avoid small talk, and be independent and affectionate.
It is known that Artemisia, Dongli's name has been passed down through the ages.
narcissus
Yuan yuan Shi yuan
Drunkenness stops the bright moon from falling on the edge of the golden cup, and the tireless wind makes the sleeves long.
Relative to the dust-free state, Ma Gu once asked Xunyang.
Wang Mei Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
4. Complete works of ancient poetry about color
When those red berries come in spring, how much will Qiu Lai send?
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing with color training?
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Snow is too late for spring, and she wears the courtyard like flying flowers.
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright. Looking at the red and wet place from a distance, the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse. Trot around and throw green plums.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Han Xiao poplars are light in smoke, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
A little thick green, a little red, there is no need to move spring scenery.
The mountains cover the day and the Yellow River flows in.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
The children hurried after Huang Die, but they got into the cauliflower by mistake, but they couldn't find it.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.
It is dark and windy at night. I am good at running away at night.
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight Fang Fei.
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
You know it should be green, fat, red and thin?
5. What are the poems that describe flowers?
1, the red and purple have become dust, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.
2. The grass tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.
3, full of shade, shining in the green waves.
At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
5, spring can not close the garden, an apricot out of the wall.
1, quatrains in early summer
Author: Lu You
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.
It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
2. Late spring
Tang dynasty: Han Yu
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention.
Huayang fish pod has no talent and can only solve the problem of heavy snow all over the sky.
3. Recalling Jiangnan
Author: Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
5. The garden is not worth it
Song Dynasty: Ye Shaoweng
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it 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.