Peach picking poem

1. Ancient poems describing the ripeness of peaches 1, chanting.

(Ruan Ji)

Under the thin tree, into a path, the east garden peaches and plums.

The autumn wind blows Hopkins, starting from here.

Prosperous and haggard, energetic and born in class.

Get rid of the stables and go to the foot of the western hills.

I don't even protect myself, let alone love my wife.

Weeds in first frost, the twilight clouds are gone.

2. papaya

(The Book of Songs)

You give me papaya. I'll pay for Joan.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

You want to send me a peach, and I want to give it back to Qiong Yao.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

You give me wood, and I'll take Joan Jiu in return.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

3. Happy Spring Festival and Happy Spring Banquet.

(Yuan Haowen)

The lingering fragrance of Meiyu is still there, and the willow eyes are still open.

The east wind filled the tower. When peaches and apricots are torn apart, it is advisable to sing "Happy Spring".

4. Tasha trip

(Zhang Wei)

The grass is flat and the sand is flat, the sunset is far from the tree, and the peach leaves are ruthless.

Drunk help Mulan boat, will worry about people.

The east wind is thin and bad, and death falls obliquely. In the Ming Dynasty, blowing sheng Road was rediscovered.

The small building in Yun Lan is rainy and empty, and spring comes to forget me.

5. Erotic resentment

(Changling Wang)

Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.

Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.

6. Taohuaxi (Zhang Xu 62616964757A 68696416FE78988E69D83313365633938).

A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.

Peach blossoms follow the running water all day. Where is the cave in Qingxi?

Step 7 be afraid

(Li Bai)

Two peaches kill three scholars, and fake swords are like frost.

Many women are jealous of Emei, and two flowers compete for spring fragrance.

Shu Wei trusts Zheng Xiu and hides himself from Wang Huai.

After some confused rhetoric, Zhu Yancheng died and was injured.

I'm about to cry, and I'm worried about my intestines.

8. Yuanri

(Wang Anshi)

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

9. Qi Tianle

(Wu Wenying)

Smoke waves peach leaves Xiling road, ten years of broken soul tide tail.

Ancient willows climb again, light gulls gather, and old people are lonely.

At the beginning of the cool breeze, the smoke is flying and the mountains are green.

But there are river flowers, and the mirror is gaunt in autumn.

Huatang candle is dark to see off guests, looking back, flowing water gurgling.

The bones are frozen, and the soft onions are immersed in the snow, still recalling the profound meaning of melons.

Qing Zun was not washed, his dream was not wet, and his face was full of tears.

It's a pity that it rains in autumn night.

10, He Sina (Jie Jiang)

Meng Han Golden House, sighing with oblique array, element string dust flapping.

It is drizzling outside the window, and cherries and red beans are crystal clear and mellow.

Do you know that this lovesickness is hard to reconcile?

Do you know that this hatred is hard to calm you down? It's like a Qiongtai, playing chess and wasting shadows. It's too bright.

Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Honeymoon/Flowers/Things/Jade, when will it be exhibited again? Cui Chai is hard to predict.

When the palace eyebrows pass through the clouds, draw pictures.

I'm afraid it's neither new nor new.

Colored fan singing and dancing, the tooth plate is now, only hate no one, can sing and dance all kinds of music to understand.

Empty sleeves and tears, only relying on lonely cold bamboo!

2. A beautiful paragraph describing picking peaches 1. This afternoon, three friends and I came to our backyard and started picking peaches. Everyone took a small basket and began to pick peaches. Big peaches are usually on the top of peach trees, so we can't reach them. At this time I quickly moved to the "high stool" at home. At this time, a friend of mine got up in a hurry and reached out to pick big peaches. The peaches in our house are too big for us to carry with both hands. Seven or eight big peaches were picked from them. Several of us packed a few baskets of peaches and then came back together.

The peach tree is short, about one meter high. However, the peach is quite big, at least as big as my fist. Hearts hung on the tree, as if smiling at us and welcoming us. We excitedly ran to the peach tree and picked the hearts. I saw adults washing peaches in the small house at the door and eating them directly. So, I picked from left to right, took the biggest and reddest peach, washed it, and bit it down! Hmm! It tastes great! Although the peach is not particularly red outside, it is red and sweet inside!

3. Peach Poetry in Chai Toufeng's Lu You

Keywords red crisp hand, Huangteng wine,

Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.

East wind evil, thin heart,

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.

No, no, no!

Spring is still old, and people are empty and thin.

Tears flooded her face.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Mo, Mo, Mo!

Yes, Chen.

Zhang Fan was still scratching his head when he wanted to leave, and he was even more drunk.

Poetry is waiting for the spring breeze every day.

But the peach blossoms are blooming and in a hurry.

Singing is often swallowed by pedestrians. Remember to bottle the previous snow.

The Ming Dynasty awakened great rivers,

A ship hates Hengzhou.

Yan Dao Ji by Ruan Langgui

You're here. The sun will make window screens.

Spring is red and sleep is rosy.

When I go to court, I want to live in a crow.

The fragrant screen hides the moon.

Collect jade feathers, make up,

Qing Li's letter is very poor.

Yusheng still loves peach blossoms,

I'm not homesick tonight.

Wang Haichao's Qin Guan

Plum shadows are sparse, ice melts, and the east wind is dark for years.

Jingu Junyou, Bronze Camel Lane, Sunny and Fine Stepping Sand.

The long memory and the mistake of the car are the complicated thoughts of the butterfly dance.

Liu Xia's "peach blossom" is gathering, and the spring scenery is distributed to others.

Drinking at night in the West Garden makes people sing. Lanterns hinder the moon, and flying covers hinder the flowers.

Lanyuan is not empty, pedestrians are getting old, so it's a pity to start again.

The flag of tobacco and alcohol is oblique, but it is extremely eye-catching against the building, and sometimes crows can be seen.

Helpless return to the heart, dark with the water to the end of the world.

Shui long yin Chao nonwoven

Please don't hesitate to use such haste, and the storm is like a horse.

The faint fragrance of flowers, thin fluttering, in the small garden with low threshold, no one gives the soil a good soil, and the wind will blow full of flowers.

These flowers need spring time, not as long as weeping willows.

In fact, the cycle of spring is never old, but people always love sad spring, which is only human.

I hate hiding for ten years in a spring, so how can I live up to the time when I don't drink?

That knowledge is natural, "peach blossom" results, not because of thin spring.

The same is true of fame and fortune in the world. People reach the realm of old age, such as spring to twilight.

The most affectionate is still there, respect the eyes before, and meet still.

Wang Shifu, Yao folk songs in December.

Farewell, distant mountains are faint, and the water is more sparkling. Look at the willows flying around, right?

"Peach Blossom" is drunk, full of fragrance, and the door is covered with rain. Fear of pornography

Faint, abrupt, yellow, how can it not be fascinating? The new crow mark overwhelmed the old crow mark and broke.

Intestinal people remember people with broken hearts. This spring, Xiang muscle lost a little weight and the bandwidth was three inches.

Jin people show off lotus flowers in Ye Jing Temple, and they have Nalan Xingde who is pregnant with grandchildren.

The lotus wind is light, the lotus is cold, the rainbow is broken, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first released. The fields are covered with green, and fish are floating in the sunset. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs on the sheep's nest and sleeps and combs her hair.

That old path, that road, is heavy and full of sadness everywhere. I want to swim on Lake Furong. The red dress is messy, lying and watching "peach leaves" send to Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew down Jiangnan's dream, which was full of diamonds.

Nan Xiangzi's Nalan Xingde

The smoke is warm and the rain is early, and the yard is full of flowers. Picked a pair of red beans, lowered his head and said, with tears in his eyes.

People go like spring break, and wine makes stones very well. Don't let someone "peach leaf" cross, boat, a kind of smoke wave care about each other.

The Anonymity of Man Jianghong

The rain has passed through the eastern suburbs, the streams are shallow, and the hills are spring dawn. Lovely place, "peach blossom" flowing water, idle clouds and birds. The dividend day of the watch group is □, and the horizon is a bit small. In the shade of the tree, the bamboo shadow rolls and flies, and finally. Leisure, who knows. There are few foreign guests in the world. And the wind is in the cup and the moon is drunk. Ambition includes the test of heaven and earth, true feelings stand out and hope to change. Send the message to nymphs, misty and old.

Su Wuman's Spirit Han Yun

Drunk and idle, happy and lonely, the mountains are quiet and silent. Peach blossoms on both sides of the strait, a stream of spring water, seem to recall that there is no fairy source. Flowers sing, dogs bark in the clouds, and I occasionally go to Lin Yu, Dong Xian. Then let's be together. Long live gossip. I was wrong. In the photo, the rooftop went over and Liu Ruan went over, which is ridiculous. Avoid the Qin people and let the boat fish, but I am afraid of being mistaken. The ridge sky will sink, and the forest air will move suddenly, blowing off half a curtain of red rain. When the moon rises in the east, I will walk home on thin vines.

Fisherman and Fisherman's Four Zhou Xun

Spring water is full of solitary tents. Rainbow is a line and the moon is a hook. Peach blossom lang, Du Ruozhou. Hang a hook here to catch jade.

Langtaosha feels old Shao Hengzhen.

The first rain outside the river. This river is very long. Peach leaves were hard to stay in the old days. A few spring breeze, dark flowers, never leave the ship. Don't reduce your sex life for a long time. Dream off the west building. Travel to youth every February. This is not to say that there is no Du Ruo on the beach. You are lazy.

4. What are the poems and songs about Tao? Why is Wen Chun in a hurry? He took the wind and rain like lightning.

The faint fragrance of flowers, thin fluttering, in the small garden with low threshold, no one gives the soil a good soil, and the wind will blow full of flowers. These flowers need spring time, not as long as weeping willows.

In fact, the cycle of spring is never old, but people always love sad spring, which is only human. I hate hiding for ten years in a spring, so how can I live up to the time when I don't drink?

That knowledge is natural, "peach blossom" results, not because of thin spring. The same is true of fame and fortune in the world. People reach the realm of old age, such as spring to twilight.

The most affectionate is still there, respect the eyes before, and meet still. 1February, Yao folk song "Master Wang" bid farewell to the distant mountains, and the water was more sparkling. Seeing Yang rolling around, he was so drunk that the "peach blossom" opened, the cupboard was full of incense, and it was raining behind the door.

I'm afraid I'm dizzy. How can I not be fascinated? The new tears overwhelmed the old ones, and the sad people remembered the sad people. This spring, Xiang muscle lost a little weight and the bandwidth was three inches.

5. Poetry is about peach blossoms in Chiba, and peach blossoms are better than flowers.

Teach and avoid vulgarity, and the Qin people will know that the old couple in Kuayuan. Tang Yang's "Peach Blossom in Chiba" shows that peach blossoms bloom first in spring, and everyone doesn't think it looks good.

Unfortunately, the wind is blowing behind, and the dark red patches are dotted with strawberry moss. Tang Zhou Pu's Peach Blossom Love is chilly in spring, but I'm afraid it will be cold.

Song and Yang Wanli's "A Little Crossing the Taihe River in February" Peach blossoms were born in spring, and Baishi is now here. Shake the branches of female radish and shake half the blue sky and bright moon.

Last year, today, in this door, the face and the peach blossom set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

-Don Cui Hu: "The Village in the south of the city" is full of beautiful trees, blooming flowers and burning in spring. In the Millennium, it will show that people make chemicals.

-Don Wu Rong: Peach blossom.

6. Describe the selected poem. 1. "Secretary Lu" Poet: Wang Jianchao: People were in the Tang Dynasty, picking the spring in the imperial garden.

Take this and the fairy medicine to treat the old, the weak and the sick. 2. "Zhuxi" poet: Li Yi Dynasty: In the Tang Dynasty, a visit to bamboo over the cliff meant that Lin Ruoxi was lost.

I'd rather know how to practice, and the desert is pure in autumn. Clear light overflows the empty song, lush and quiet.

Picking is shameful and fragrant, which is a holiday for you. 3. "Chanting Chrysanthemum" Poet: Chen Dynasty: Tang Dynasty, first frost opened purple petals and exposed them.

But when it comes to picking, it is not so much an honor as a goodbye. 4. Poet of "Twenty Pieces of Other Industries in Wangchuan": Dynasty: Tang Dynasty, where Dan pricked people's clothes and incense stayed.

Fortunately, the tripod can be used. I hope everyone can choose. 5. "Local officials send new tea" Poet: Ceng Gong Dynasty: Song Dynasty is the spring when things are picked the most, and the leaves picked from the valley are particularly new.

The dragon group pays tribute to the Tao and is willing to send the promise of the world. 6. Poet of "Ao Shuang Pavilion": Cui Dunli Dynasty: In the Song Dynasty, the frost and wind blew miserably in the garden, and gold was everywhere in front of the steps.

Lai Youcui can pick them, but his companions are still chilling. 7. "A Cloud in Wushan" Poet: Ma Yu Dynasty: Xia friends in the Yuan Dynasty had nothing to worry about, and friends in the cloud did everything.

The unity of qi and spirit is pure and clear. I'm kidding, big single city.

So I can pick peaches. Dedicated to Peng Ying Xianke.

Let's celebrate the Double Ninth Festival. Have a feast and taste it together.

8. "The Fisherman's Pride" Poet: Yan Shu Dynasty: There is no trace of chalk in the Song Dynasty. Gold thread is hard to match.

Who picks incense lightly? The wind is blowing.

The bow is broken? Let's go The rainy night turned the sky blue.

Chaoyang borrows rouge color. It's a pity to want to break away from people.

Autumn is compulsory. New lotus seeds have been seen on the plate.

9. "Chrysanthemum" Poet: Liu Zikai Dynasty: In Song Dynasty, the green bushes germinated early, and Jin Ruilan's spots bloomed late. Autumn should be indifferent, chemical industry is precious, leading China.

Light smoke and drizzle, double ninth festival, curved threshold and hedges, five or six families. Drunk in the dusk, singing for picking, is even more a pity for the cause of cold butterfly.

10. "Flowers on the Forest" Poet: Dugu Grant Dynasty: Tang Dynasty, young and early in Shang Yuan, spitting flowers. Silent spring, years of smiles.

The paint repair cage is light and hazy, and the sunset glow is bright and bright. The shadow connects thousands of bamboos, and the fragrance scatters thousands of people.

Fortunately, it is near the balcony, but it still rains on credit. May you put your hands down and keep the wind and sand from falling.