Poetry about velvet 1. Poetry about grass
Grass on the tree Li Bai bird bit Noda grass and strayed into withered mulberry.
The ground is not so easy to be uprooted and rooted in the soil, and it will not die in spring. Although the vegetation is ruthless, because mutual dependence can still exist.
Why do leaves and leaves on the same tree have different fates? Li Bai, who saw the Chinese Pulsatilla in the weeds, got drunk and went to the Tianjia wilderness to sing.
In the grass, there are Chinese Pulsatilla. Fold the mirror, and everything will decline with the temples.
Slightly fragrant like a slap in the face, I hate the east wind. Chang Xin Cao (a long letter to the palace, a song to express resentment) Cui Chang Xin Gong Cao is sad every year.
Therefore, the invasion of beads does not make jade step away. The Spring Grass Palace yearns for the invisible king of Liu Changqing, and the fragrant grass is the spring scenery of the old palace.
Or use the color of the skirt, green to show the Chu people. Provincial experimenters entered Liang Zhong Wudongheng Chuncao, where there was a piece of Lingcao and a stream beside it.
This is a mess of raspberry moss color, but it is still fragrant. It is called a far scholar, and it is held to serve the Ming king.
North Que Yan lives close, and Nanshan lives longer. Gold paste is wonderful, stone marrow is not good.
Touch a drop and you won't die. Weeding rhododendron is harmful to people, so why bother to repair it?
Its poison is very stinging, and its abundance is countless. Walking in front of the forest in the morning, the river color is still there.
How can I stay in the high autumn when the thorn pierces my eyes? When the frost is wet, it is difficult for the leaves to stay.
Lotus hoe is naive and still begging. Turn to the middle of the water, is it like a fishing boat?
Stubborn roots grow easily, and dare to make them higher. I feel more relaxed and quiet because of the wide obstacles.
You can't be embarrassed, and you can't believe in illness. The grass in the court is cold and blue at the beginning, and it comes into sight in spring.
Old leaves are raised low, and new leaves are heavy. You should go into battle lightly, and there will be repeated confessions when there is a banquet.
Look at the flowers with the order of the festival, and dare not be strong. Jiang Chuchun sent the judge Lu Huangfu Ranjiang and Hehe.
Miscellaneous weeds are constant, they want to live. Far away in the sky, leisurely, the rain is deep and the smoke is shallow.
Look embarrassed, worry increases, but the pace is slow and embarrassing. Li Pu Xi Xiang Bin, Si Fujun Xi sent beautiful women.
Chu Xiang Road, Xi, Wu Zhou District, far away from the isolated city, Yi Xi defends alone. When the new moon can separate the dew, the setting sun shines in the sky.
Ask what you want, it's too late to drown in the whirlwind. Tingzhou is full of grass, and Wang Sun is willing to read Home Returning Day.
Dongfeng Pavilion is endowed with a cold current grass. Tourists can't get tired of seeing the grass beside Dongli Creek. Yu Fang is old in a secluded place and looks cold in a dark color.
Fortunately, I am very satisfied with my feelings and have not been rewarded with green. Chuncao rumor Gu Kuang Chuncao didn't understand the lines, so he took people to the east.
January and February are full of colors, and Wan Li is thousands of miles away. It was endowed with the grass of the royal garden. In the shady imperial garden, Yao grass has long sunshine.
Dysprosium contains smoke, and there is a faint sunset. The rain is denser and the wind is warm and fragrant.
Hold the edge of the staff and ride into the chapter. Wet smoke can't shake, and the fine shadow is messy.
If you are always afraid that it is too late, who can tell the difference? Caocao, caozhang.
Discount, look. Being born everywhere makes people old.
The golden palace is made of jade, and the ancient road is deserted. Qingqing is thousands of miles away. It's early spring.
Every time the north and the south leave, they pour things one by one. I am a mountain man, chatting with Wang.
Longchi Spring Grass Chen Yi Youth Guangfeng Garden, fine grass all over Longchi. Qu Zhu crossed the apple leaves and went back to the pond to provoke willow branches.
The wind blew and I tried to leave the shore. The ribbon golden dike is quiet, and the shade is connected with Yushu.
The sun is floating and the waves are moving unevenly. Whether it is farther than life, Fang Xin doesn't know.
Hu Ling's "xianggong" saw what the new orchid was, and ordered Liu Yuxi to be the grass in front of the national court and move it to Xunzi in Hanshui. Although Zhumen is different, Yushu is cloudy.
Brilliant colors condense and spread, and the fragrance never returns. Guanghua juvenile Pei has a soft heart.
Cherish the night in Philip Burkart and enjoy the solitude in the air. Those who send a message to know each other play the piano in the wind.
The scenery of the province is floating on the grass. Liu Yuxi is bustling with beautiful spring scenery and lush green grass. The calendar is chaotic and fresh, and each has its own shortcomings.
At first glance, I suspect that I am in cotton and have a little money. The shadow breaks through Lambert, and the fragrance turns to clusters.
The smoke is colorful and dewy. Fortunately, due to the adoption date, this is Fang's era.
Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Grass in the tree Zhang Hu Grass in the tree is not dangerous to support its roots. Grass grows a tree but dies. You can know glory and death.
Hurt grass like a guest, die first every year. There is no reason to accompany the flowers, just because of the wind for the time being.
Grass in the yard Cao Ye The grass in the yard is very shallow, and nature has done nothing. I dare not complain about the spring breeze.
In the residual rain south of the abandoned garden wall in Ye Luo, the color of robes is velvet. The faint fragrance secretly stirs the footsteps of tourists, and far green is the only way.
The three Chu people hate their guts, and it's hard to meet them outside the gate of Wuhou. Every year, there is a spring breeze with 10,000 wheels.
In Tianjie on the banks of Qujiang River, there are many chariots and horses in both places. Unlike seeing you in Nanpu, half and half.
Enjoy spring (one is fragrant grass and the other is a spring outing). The fragrant grass in Ye Luo is warmer and greener, and the road to leisure is temporary. Check human affairs every year, only the spring breeze does not love the world.
Don Yan Qian, Chuncao, entered the pond with his dream, but he was not in Jingu. The green wind blows all over the world year after year.
Spring grass Tang Yanqian went around the roadside from north to south, and there were roots everywhere. Growing up is always a heartless thing, and it has been blowing for another year.
Spring grass in Qujiang is in the valley, flowers fall on the bank of the river, warm smoke disappears, and the color of rain and grass is far away. Don't roll the incense wheel until it is green, and leave it to the sad people to get drunk.
During my five or five years in Guanghua, I publicly visited the province to test Cao Chun's green poetry. The title is Zheng Gu Changhong's new work "Blood Stains", which covers the riverside. If you want to find a flower path, you must be fascinated by Cui people.
The window screens meet and build by laying bricks or stones, which is beautiful in jade. The sky borrows a new sunny color, and the clouds bypass the sunset and spring.
Grass and Wu Rong can't be dyed, and painting can't be obtained. When Changhong was alive, there should be no such color.
Spring grass is green, the east wind blows, and the grass is new in color. Thousands of miles in depth, fighting for a spring.
The tender leaves are in the smoke, and the fragrance moves to the shore. On the golden pool lighting day, the road is fragrant dust.
How wide is the contribution of nature? Yang and force are self-balanced. Today, when it happens, I sincerely wish it a wonderful day.
Spring grass is blue, Yin Wengui's fine grass is blue and sad, and there are thousands of faces in Nanpubin. Growing up is like hating farewell, and growing up hurts spring.
Rain smoke is China Resources, and the sunset is fine and even. Flowers are sticky and colorful, and people win with softness.
The shallow reflection reflects the water in the palace pool and faintly covers the dust on the road. Du Hui, if you can get married, swear to pay your debts.
Grass Xu Yin waste garden wasteland is covered with green moss, and it is hard to open a long letter and hate. Gusu elk eats and thinks about food, whether the prince and grandson of Chuze will come or not.
The color is tender like dyed blue juice, and the leaves are cut like scissors. After Zhao Yan's death, celebrities came forth in large numbers, and Guo Kuitai remained immortal.
Xu Yin, a roadside grass, made a ceremony in Qinyuan Bay, Li Ping, who taught the roots to the roadside. Bare-hoofed embroidered hub looks like a platform, but it is not glorious when it is glorious.
Spring grass and fragrant grass are not only full of pools, but also sweet words in dreams. The spring breeze has enough power to reach the ancient city wall.
Grass Su Zheng, sympathy for fatigue, dedication. Every year, I help the world. I plant the noble and the humble.
Because there are many grasses, everyone who wants to pick them knows. If the branches are gods, how can the daughter be straight?
Raw grass is not a crude drug, so it can't show virtue. It's nothing strange that crude drugs don't grow grass.
2. Mei Shi
To Ye Fan, to Lukai, to Song Dynasty, to Song Dynasty.
There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Don and Xiaomei are in the garden on the mountain and stagger down to the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn. Wang Mei Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei and Li Shangyin live at the end of the world and don't want things to happen.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely.
Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.
Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is as far north as bloom is late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
Plum blossom quatrains (the third) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity between flowers is. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.
Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school.
I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely.
Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy.
If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai. Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! .
Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps.
Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
On the plum river, Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree and the blooming Hanshui River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.
Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable. What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad.
It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it.
The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list.
Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know.
Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing.
Plum Blossoms Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang planted a plum tree, and now he suddenly sees several plum blossoms. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color.
When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial.
In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated. In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old.
I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables are short and red wax flowers.
How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night.
Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Plum blossoms are in full bloom in Sushiling, Song Mei, but no pedestrians will come.
Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost.
Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is often vivid with pen and ink, and Song's understanding of Mei Hua is more real.
Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum.
Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow.
I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading.
Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea.
Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease.
No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.
Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can I use to comfort my distant friends? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool, and I want to see them when I am in bloom.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight.
We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Mo Meiyuan, Wang Mian, my home is on the edge of the West Wild Goose Lake, with faint ink marks in full bloom.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away.
A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.
Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year.
There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen of West Lake Meiyuan is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and the romantic month of Liuqiao is a bosom friend.
Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond.
I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most. Painting.