1. Poems about pines, bamboos, plums and chrysanthemums
1. Poems about plum blossoms:
Anshi, the King of Plum Blossoms
There are several plum trees in the corner, Ling Han Drive alone.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
2. Poems about Pine Song
Song Dynasty.
Sometimes thunderstorms shake the sky and the earth, and it is suspected that the blue dragon is fighting alone.
3. Bamboo Poetry
Bamboo Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie)
One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.
Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.
4. Chrysanthemum poems
"He Guo Zhubu" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks.
With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best in the world. 2. Poems about friends
Ten thousand taels of gold are easy to get, but a close friend is hard to find. ——Cao Xueqin
Mountains and rivers are not important, the important thing is to meet someone you know. ——Bao Rong
When a man is in the world, he should make friends with heroes from all over the world. ——"Three Kingdoms". Shu Shu. "The Biography of Liu Ba"
A gentleman does not criticize others and does not commit blasphemy. ——"Book of Changes"
Horsepower can be seen from a distance, and people's hearts can be seen over time. ——"Selected Songs of the Yuan Dynasty." Strive to repay kindness"
We know each other no matter how far we are, but we are still neighbors thousands of miles apart. ——Zhang Jiuling
One is noble and the other is humble. ——King Luo Bin
A gentleman will not accuse others when he is in charge of others, and he will not be blasphemous in those who are in charge of others. ——"Book of Changes"
Have fun today, don't forget each other after we say goodbye. ——Cao Zhi
There are many acquaintances all over the world, and there are only a few people who know each other well. ——Feng Menglong
The most valuable thing in life is to know oneself, and to meet flesh and blood relatives from all over the world. ——"Yanmen Collection"
Friends who agree with each other will never tire of affection, and close friends will talk to each other. ——Feng Menglong
When two people are of the same mind, their sharpness can break through metal. ——"Book of Changes·Xici"
The baby is whining, please ask for his friend's voice. ——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya"
It is a joy to meet new friends. ——Qu Yuan
A friend who cut his neck to pieces. ——"Book of Han. The Biography of Zhuge Feng"
Good friends are rare in the world. ——Meng Haoran 3. Poems about harvesting grain
"Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
The feet are full of heat and rustic, and the back is scorching with the light of the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with her baby next to her.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The taxes on the family fields have been exhausted, and this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
Translation:
Farmers rarely have free days, and every family is even busier in May.
A south wind blew last night, and the wheat covered the Longgou and turned yellow.
The women carried rice and rice in bamboo chopsticks, and the children carried earthen pots of soup.
After walking forward, I drove him back to the fields, where the young men were working hard in Nangang.
My feet are steaming with the earthy air of summer, and my spine is burning with the flaming sun.
Even after exhausting all my strength, I don’t feel hot, I just want the long summer to last.
There were even poor women holding babies beside them.
He used his right hand to pick up the discarded wheat ears, and his left arm hung the tattered flat basket.
Listening to the few words they said to each other, I couldn't help but feel infinite sadness:
"My family's harvest is fully taxed, and this little leakage can suppress the famine."
What merits and virtues do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and sericulture.
Eating rice from the ninth level is enough for three hundred shi, and there is still a surplus of food in the end.
I feel so ashamed when I think of these things, and I can’t forget them all day long.
Appreciation:
This poem has a clear narrative, natural structure, clear levels, and logical flow. At the beginning of the poem, the background is explained, indicating that it is the busy farming season of wheat harvest in May. Then it is written that women lead their children to the fields to deliver food and water to the young adults who are harvesting wheat. Then he described the young and middle-aged farmers cutting wheat with their heads down in the Nangang wheat field. The heat was fumigating under their feet and the scorching sun was baking on their backs. They were exhausted and did not feel the heat. They just cherished the long days in summer and could do more work. 4. Poems about Bamboos, Pines and Plums
The poems are like a sea of ??waves, and I am unable to read them carefully.
Browsed more than 10,000 volumes and compiled more than 10,000 words. Those who write poems about bamboo in ancient and modern times often learn the bamboo style.
Being modest is your nature, and you will be noble and noble throughout your life. The strong wind does not bend the pole, and the heavy rain makes the skin cleaner.
Ku Department generates clear yin, and the severe cold maintains green color. Bamboo silk leaves a lasting legacy, bamboo arrows shoot bear scorpions.
Everything for food, clothing, housing, and transportation is a labor of love for you. The more outstanding the contribution, the more intense the cutting.
If this wind continues, the bamboo forest will be destroyed. I compile bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers.
I advise you to cherish bamboo and promote bamboo style. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Yong Bamboo" Qian Zhangming The joints are strong, and the taste is unintentional.
After many storms, it is better to break than to bend. It is still green all year round, not competing with the crowds of flowers, raising its head to look at the blue sky. In an obscure place, it is so desolate and high-spirited.
Be brave enough to sacrifice one's life, willing to sacrifice one's life without complaint. The pillars of the pavilion and the courtyard, the flute cave and the hanging curtains fade into the air.
How can we benefit sooner or later? Don't worry about the success you have achieved, your scales and claws will be all over the world. I was born not to do anything for myself, but to devote myself to it.
Bamboo (philosophical poem) In the soil, the language of struggle is collected. I can't hold it back anymore and open my eyes to the earth.
Standing out, being both modest and tactful. Make a summary and continue to stretch upward.
A green cloud talks to the sun about ideals. Countless spring bamboo shoots are growing all over the forest, and the firewood gate blocks passers-by.
At the meeting, you must go to see the bamboo, and you will never be angry when the guests arrive. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Wing Chun Bamboo Shoots" The green bamboos are half in the casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Ode to Bamboo" It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo.
No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar. People who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and common people cannot cure it.
——Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "Yu Qianseng Luyun Pavilion" Thousands of poles of good bamboo and greenery, a spoonful of water from the new spring. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty The strength of bamboo lacks Xiangtong, so it is difficult for painters to work even though they are skillful.
Take a closer look at the west wind last night, and you will see that it is not heading eastward now. ——Xu Wei, Ming Dynasty, "Wind Bamboo" Thin leaves, sparse knots; cannot be crushed by snow, nor broken by wind.
——Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty, "Inscribed Bamboo Pictures" The dragon and sun grow after the rain, and the phoenix tail shakes before the wind; ——Dai Xi, Qing Dynasty, "Inscription on Bamboo" When the moon rises deep in the mountains, the beautiful green bamboos are doubling in appearance.
It is difficult to deal with the sky and clear sky, but the cold green and thousands of poles can be cured by common customs. ——Wang Mulan, Qing Dynasty, "Bamboo Moon in the Outer Mountains" There are bamboos and chanjuans in the south of the mountain and the north of the mountain. There is a unique sky surrounded by emerald green.
Two, two, three, three, they go out to hoe, and come back full of rice and fresh bamboo shoot soup. ——Wang Mulan, Qing Dynasty, "Shimen Bamboo Branch Poems" The song of raising bamboo is a Taoist poem by Wu Kuizi of Zhouzhuang.
The strange flowers shine red for a moment, and the bamboos with an open mind will remain green for thousands of years. Spring lightning strikes the ground, and new bamboo shoots sprout, and the dragon's horns are so dense that they can't bear to touch.
Self-hoeing warms the soil for cultivation, and hands hold a silver vase to water the soil carefully. The deep roots sweep away the ant nests, and the fragrant leaves end up in the phoenix.
The sun is wet with rain and dew, and the year is cold and the frost is cold. Yiyi goes around the house and dances with smoke.
Showing off the bright moon is trivial, and seducing the breeze brings forth jade. In the summer, I lie down in the green snow with my mat spread out, and in the spring, I listen to the orioles singing.
We may forget each other for a day, but you just sit here and don't see enough. Don’t you see Bai Letian? He once said that raising bamboos is like raising virtuous people.
There is no poetry from Dongpo, and there is no cure without bamboo. If you are good at cultivating bamboos now, you will be able to see straight into the blue clouds.
Resign. You people love bamboo and don't eat the shoots, so they can grow long bamboo shoots.
The rain does not fall in May and June, and thousands of branches are cooled by the wind. When the green snow is approaching, the mat spreads out, and the green waves move the bed in the morning in a startling dream.
The trickling water is clear and moist, and the black leather table is clear and moist, and the clear and clear water is mixed with the wall. The dense shadow sweeps the steps and lays down the trivial matters, and the lingering sound blows through the water to measure Sheng Huang.
Sun branches are bursting out, and the ground is full of doubts, and the frost in the old days is even grayer. The three paths are opened and the real trick is achieved. The seven sages avoid the world and pretend to be crazy.
Because Huai Mei is praised by friends as one of the Three Wonders, he laughs at lotus flowers like Liu Lang. The clouds are turbulent when the white crane returns, and the night is dim where the green luan whistles.
To deal with it, you can eat without meat, feel empty and ashamed, and have frost on your temples. I almost unintentionally opened the curtain, rolled up the curtain and burned incense at will.
In the middle of the day, you can see a man fighting in the sky, and under the moon, you can play the flute to attract the phoenix. Things can be different if one has a different mind, and the taste is forgotten in leisure.
If you are not looking for wine and wine at the Chicken and Dolphin Club, you will mistakenly end up at Jinxiu Square, which is famous for its poetry. From time to time, the bottles are opened again, lined up and closed, and every time the students leave.
Sitting for a long time is boring when you are happy, and it doesn’t matter when you are old. In the past, only Han bamboo slips were the most successful, but today they are all dazzling.
After returning from the leisurely activities, the river was long and the sun was setting. Titled Zhu Jiuling Cuiyunxuan Xu Shu If you have feet, you won’t step on the dust of Donghua; if you have eyes, you won’t see the spring of Chang’an.
However, the clearest air in the world is mostly found on the banks of Conghuang River. The famous Cuijun of Xuan overlooks the empty valley, and their tips are as long as jade.
The bright moon shines on Xiaoxiang in autumn, and the cool breeze blows in Qi'ao in June. The people in the pavilion are quiet and leisurely, and their hearts do not care about the mountains and rivers.
In the picture on the left, the sun is moving towards the right, and the four eaves are surrounded by pendants. There cannot be a day without a gentleman, and the indifferent demeanor is quite similar.
The Cui Shi is often divided into red wind young ones, and the crown of the crown once served the Qingxia scholar. Beiguo Taoists are quiet people who like to look at the pictures of smoke and rain at Huangyan.
I plan to make an appointment to listen to the desolation of Songxi River and walk all over the green corals while drunk.
Opposite Bamboo Huang Geng The door faces the south adjacent to bamboo, with thousands of green and jade poles.
Although there is no land to plant, you have to look at it from a fence. The dew leaves are clear but still wet, and the windy branches are still cold in summer.
But if you don’t stop cutting, what’s the point of repaying peace. Living in Zhuxuan Ni Zan The bamboos are as green as clouds and the river is full of spring trees. The bamboos are covered with thatch and they live by the riverside.
Bamboo shoots burst out in front of the steps and invade the river, and the shade hangs down after the rain to cover the neighbors. The oriole that reflects the leaves is still talking to itself, and the white crane that is nearby can also be tame.
Those who know the silence from afar forget about sounds and colors, and the breeze fills the room without feeling poor. Drinking from a green tube Zhang Yu Who picks green and holds it as a wine glass? People in the bamboo forest drink the wine to cool down in the evening.
The dew of jade stems makes my heart feel slightly bitter, and the green cover holding up the clouds also smells good in my hands. The lotus leaves hidden by turtles drinking water are small, and the lotus roots are long when sucked by whales.
When I tipped the pot and spread my sleeves by mistake, I laughed out loud at the graceful lady of Yexi River. Planting Bamboo by Hong Xiwen The frost roots were removed and planted in the rain, and a square of moss was broken through the shade of the wall.
I have just been able to attract you to the Qingfeng, but I have no time to attract the common people. The ape was surprised and wrote a letter. The crane avoided the fishing boat and returned early.
You might as well plan for the colder winter and plant pine trees and plum blossoms in the morning and evening. The pot of bamboo, Shi Shanzhu, has a small earthenware jar and a fou, but the branches and leaves are numerous.
Little did you know that Yao Fengwei was the grandson of Gu Long. Green snow sprinkles the Zen couch, and fine fragrance floats on the wine bottle.
When Wang You came here to see him, he must have been overcome with emotion. Raise bamboos to form a big forest Xie Yingfang Raise bamboos to form a big forest, and bamboos will give birth to grandchildren every year.
There are not only many beautiful bamboos, but also many bad bamboos. A group of slaves wash it, and listen to my words.
Be careful not to hurt the beautiful, and to remove the evil, you must remove the root. Don't worry about your lack of axe, don't worry about your strength.
There is nothing left in the wild place, and the cool breeze still fills the garden. It is written that there were several poles of bamboo in Cui Yuanheng's bamboo deep in Cheng Tinggui's house, and he lived in Zhuxuan. In the west of Yuanheng City, there were also several poles of bamboo. In the deep bamboo of his name, Yu and Cui Jun's family had the same interests. So reach out to it.
Living in a bamboo pavilion means you are comfortable, and you don’t have to worry about having no ground to rest on. Wen Gong has a thousand acres of land, and there is only one pole in front of Li Dong's door.
Heaven and the old man cure evil customs, and the day brings peace to the boy. The Cui family villa is particularly elegant, and Chi Zi returns to watch the cold weather.
Snow Bamboo Mountain House Gongxingzhi This gentleman's integrity is unique in the cold, and he is more attractive in the ice and snow. The curtains are made of gold, and the sound of the rings moves the jade railings.
I only suspected that Xuan Pu turned over the Qiong tree, but I was surprised by Yao.