Ancient poems about peony or chrysanthemum

Don? Xu Yin gave birth to peonies in vain and was ashamed to kill roses. Don? Yin Wengui's late opening is to make everyone popular and cut into a pair of jade halls. Red smoke is doubtful, and Su Hua only smells incense when she reflects the moon. The cut is easterly, as light as the makeup of the calligraphy. Known as the first crown in flowers, spring scenery is broken with the years. Sleeping in the south window (Southern Song Dynasty? Dreams are in the end of the world, just like when you were in Jinli. Crazy to rely on Bao Zheng to sing white bamboo, drunk to move silver candle to write bird silk. Wine comes to Pixian County, and flowers are sent to Pengzhou Lv Shangzi. Sitting in the south window and sighing, Lou Yu's dry magpie returns by mistake. The white (horse exhibition) in Pengzhou Mountain is tireless, so he can see this kind of flower in spring. The glittering and translucent moon, swaying blue feathers. The sleeves are long and fragrant, which makes people admire credit. Born vulgar, can't doodle. Single crystal mountain peony (Qing? Yu) Juanjuan pressed the red threshold, and Zeng Yuanyutai. Tanchun accompanied Xia Yi, Zhiyu and Xu Longyun. Apply a body with fragrance and dew. Falling flowers are more important than leaves, and cinnabar reflects the skin and melts. Hundreds of birds are sunny, and the peaks are collected by fog. If you prefer Yongjia water, you should cherish your pets and meet them late. Who wants a secular appearance when it comes to good fortune and splendor? Chrysanthemum poems written by Daiyu Baochai's sisters in A Dream of Red Mansions recall the views of Chrysanthemum Garden on the west wind, and will never forget the time when Fang Fei was merciful. Looking at new guests quietly, quietly elegant and comforting old friends. Go to the north to complain, and come to the south to return to the geese. Bing Xin is possessed by a flower soul, so there should be some time for two people to meet. (2) Traveling in the hills, traveling alone in Nanshan, the dream scene stays here. Out of the dust, it is more beautiful and noble than the pure lotus rhyme. Who said that the heart locks the hedge, but I know that those in power play the golden autumn. The mountain wind also envies the distant feelings, and the cold is heavy. (3) The blue sky where chrysanthemums are planted is fluttering, and the young plants are moving slowly and planting affectionately. It is drizzling in late spring, and the garden is full of flowers in autumn and September. Laughter is a hundred flowers in the sky, and a cup of tea in the world of mortals is faint. When it snows all over the sky, it leaves quietly and turns to dust. (4) Chrysanthemums are in full bloom and there are guests in the garden. Tea adds fragrance to the western window scissors, and Jinse sings acacia for no reason. The faint fragrance floats and the white clouds are faint. I will return to Dawn and first frost, and fly with me to spend time. (5) Chrysanthemum is slowly blooming in the lotus garden, and the purple chrysanthemum is elegant and quiet. Pick a small rhyme with a plain hand, and offer three points of autumn with an empty bottle. Swallows in the sky spread new news, and they were lonely and nostalgic before the case. Affectionate is always mercilessly mistaken, and the fragrance is elegant. (6) Yong Ju is not afraid of the invasion of frost and dew, and Bing Xin is just a thank you. Mountains and rivers are melodious, autumn leaves and autumn winds accompany the moon. Proud as a branch, full of flowers. Who said Jin Ju has a short flowering period? Now it's all a dream. (7) I don't know how crazy it is to write poems before painting chrysanthemums, and it is difficult to take into account the elegant soul. Brush your eyes before flowers, and splash ink on the case to dye autumn cream. Affection disappears with the wind, and a relaxed heart returns with flowers. It is difficult for the world of mortals to leave a fragrant soul, but love grows with the setting sun. (8) It is difficult to know the autumn rhyme of chrysanthemum, and it is difficult to know Dongli's visit to Jin. How do you say till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon is early? What's the point of cutting the water too late? Ao Shuang fights cold, which is lonely? Who cares about lovesickness when writing poetry? If you ask the flower room, when will I hold your hand? (9) Zanju Rizhao Dongli is busy everywhere, and green leaves and yellow flowers dress up as red makeup. How beautiful my concubine is among the flowers, and her heart is crazy at the window. It is fiercer than the fire in July and more elegant than the frost in September. I have a chrysanthemum in my hand, and I tend to put it in my ear. (10) In autumn, the chrysanthemum shadow is deeply soaked in frost, and the evening breeze blows the chrysanthemum dream. The flowers are swaying and the shadows are clear, and the Yue Hui locks exquisitely. Incense stays in the world and the soul returns to the distance, but tears shed on the world of mortals and dreams become empty. The bright moon is also broken, and it is hazy out of thin air. (1 1) The chrysanthemum dream is frosty and windy, and the moonlight shines on the chrysanthemum heart. Yi Xue is a butterfly in a flower, and the soul is a stone. Hidden moon sighs, mirror flowers break sorrow. Who is complaining with a cavity of grief and indignation? Baiyun has been in love for thousands of years. (12) The autumn fragrance of the residual chrysanthemum is drifting away. Who will stop the flowers and thank Xiaoxue? I am indifferent to feelings, and there are no leaves on the branches. An empty pillow becomes a heart disease, and a thousand clouds send flowers at night. The blooming seasons will meet again in the past year, and the moon and the breeze will say acacia.