"Poetry describing flowers"
Autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, and the dew is dripping on their flowers. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. When these flowers bloom, there will be no flowers. "Later: Ode to Chrysanthemums" The west wind blows all over the courtyard, and the pistils are cold and fragrant. Butterflies are hard to come. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover. There are still proud frost branches of the chrysanthemums. "To Liu Jingwen" After dusk, there is a faint fragrance on the east fence. "Drunk Flower Yin" with full sleeves, I would rather die with the fragrance in the branches, why have the cold chrysanthemums been blown down by the north wind? "Cold chrysanthemums" No catkins are blown by the wind, only sunflowers are leaning toward the sun "Juluo's early summer composition" The grass is warm and the clouds are dim for thousands of miles in spring, the palace Flowers are blowing in the face to see off the passers-by. "Sending Quan Zhen out of the city" The flower branches and grass vines are blooming in the eyes, and the little white girl's cheeks are red. "Thirteen Poems from the South Garden" The flower bed is about to leave in late spring, and the falling flowers are beginning to return to the wind dance. "The Song of Lost Silk" The falling flowers come as intended. "Four Songs from the South of the Yangtze River, Part Three"
Ancient Poems About Bridges
Lu Lun's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Eternal Words Hongqiao's Thousand-Step Corridor is halfway in the middle of the water. The emperor is clearing up the summer heat, and the people in the palace are wearing their twilight makeup.
Cai Yinqiu, Shiqiao Qishu, Heaven is approaching on the mountain, and the road on earth is getting farther and farther. Whoever sees it in the clouds knows that he wants to cross the fairy bridge.
Huangfu Zeng’s slogan on the road: Returning home without seeing home makes me old and full of tears. The carriage is on the river bridge, and the weather is good in the city.
Farewell by Huangfu Ran (One work gives the right to send three guest houses) In the evening of spring in Nanqiao, willows lead to the green canal. If we can't work together, we will achieve nothing.
Gu Kuang Qingyi River It was a desolate night when I returned to my mooring, and the falling waves shook the rocks. There is a grass market bridge at the edge of the village, and the Jushi Net under the moonlight. Lu Lun's poem "Tian Changjiu" Hongqiao Thousand-Step Corridor is half in the middle of the water. The emperor is about to clear up the summer heat, and the palace children put on their night makeup.