1. Poems about peach blossoms and water
Poems about peach blossoms and water 1. Poems about peach blossoms falling into the water
1. "Peach Blossom Creek" ——Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the cave is by the clear stream.
Translation: The peach blossoms drift with the flowing water all day long. Isn’t this the Peach Blossom Brook outside the Peach Blossom Spring? Do you know which side of the Qingxi River the Taoyuan Cave entrance is?
2. "Answering Common People's Questions in the Mountains" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world.
Translation: The peach blossoms fall into the stream and then flow far away. There is a different world here, it is really like a fairyland.
3. "Fifth of Nine Quatrains" - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The crazy catkins go with the wind, and the light peach blossoms follow the water.
Translation: Catkins fly wildly in the wind, and peach blossoms chase the flowing water.
4. "Spring Day" - Chao Chongzhi of the Song Dynasty
The geese and ducks don't know when spring is gone, so they try to follow the flowing water to catch the peach blossoms.
Translation: The geese and ducks don’t know that spring has passed, and they still rush to catch up with the peach blossoms with the flowing water.
5. "Farewell Poem" - Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The spring water on the duck's head is as thick as dye, and the peach blossoms on the water surface make the spring face.
Translation: The duck-head-like spring water is dark green, as thick as if it has been dyed; red peach and green water complement each other, making the spring appearance more delicate.
6. "Seeing Peach Blossoms in Fu Qianyuan" - Liu Cizhuang, Song Dynasty
The peach blossoms fly after the rain, half chasing the stream and half dyeing the mud.
Translation: The peach blossoms left the branches one after another and kept falling with the rain. Half of them were chasing the clear stream, and the other half were still as fragrant as ever despite being exhausted and dusty.
2. Poems about flowers and water
1. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. (Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun")
2. Spring is late when the swallows do not return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. (Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion")
3 Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. (Cen Shen's "Baixue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital")
4. People are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream")
5. Even if the wind blows away all night, it will only be by the shallow water with reed flowers. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Shishi")
6. The scattered plum blossoms have passed the remaining wax, and it is a new year to return to the hometown. (Li Pin's "Send Off a Friend in Hukou")
7. On the Double Ninth Festival, come and buy chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old Friend's Village")
8. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi's "Late View of the Spring River in Huichong")
9. In April, the south wind blows brightly and turns yellow, and the jujube flowers have not fallen yet, and the tung trees grow in the shade. (Li Qi's "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu")
10. The moon is melting in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond. (Yan Shu's "Implication")
11. In May, on the road down Linping Mountain, there are countless lotus flowers all over Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Daozhong")
12. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. (Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple")
13. Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. (Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an")
14. No one can be seen in the plum blossoms and bamboos, and I am blowing incense across the stone bridge all night. (Jiang Baishi's "The Great Night Returns from the Stone to Hutiao River")
15. Among the reed flowers and my old age, who will the swallows fly next to when returning home? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Station")
16. On the Double Ninth Festival, there are still chrysanthemums. Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
19. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa can eliminate them. Horseshoe. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
20. The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold
The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
The mountains are the gathering of eyebrows and peaks, and the water is the horizontal waves of the eyes.
The mountains look colorful from a distance, but the water sounds silent when up close.
There is water in thousands of rivers and moon in thousands of rivers, but there is no cloud in the sky for thousands of miles.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
I heard about Dongting water in the past, and now I go to Yueyang Tower.
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered since autumn.
The weather is new on March 3rd, and there are many beautiful people by the waterfront in Chang'an.
The autumn water lasts for a long time and the sky is the same color, with the setting clouds and the solitary swan flying together.
Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow even more, and raising a cup will make the sorrow go away.
When will the swan geese arrive? There will be plenty of autumn water in the rivers and lakes.
I heard about Dongting water in the past, and now I go to Yueyang Tower.
3. What are the ancient poems containing "peach blossom" and "flowing water"
Ancient poems containing "peach blossom": To Wang Lun ----- Li Bai Li Bai will travel by boat , suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. Dalin Temple Peach Blossom - Bai Juyi's world is full of beauty in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. Spring outing to the lake——When will the swallows fly back from Xu Fu? The peach blossoms on the bank will bloom when dipped in the water.
The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat pulls out of the willow shade. White plum - Wang Mian wears this body in the ice and snow forest, not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
(Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple") The water in Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, but it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me! (Li Bai's "To Wang Lun") The peach blossoms chase the poplar flowers and fall, and the yellow birds sometimes fly. (Du Fu's "Wine in Qujiang") The grass is green and the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant.
(Jia Zhi's "Spring Thoughts") Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. (Zhang Zhihe, "Fisher's Song") The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, where is the hole beside the clear stream? (Zhang Xu's "Peach Blossom Stream") The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green contains the spring smoke.
(Wang Wei's "Pastoral") Last year, today, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. I don’t know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.
(Cui Hu's "Ti Capital Nanzhuang") The peach blossoms are flowing away (yǎo), and there is no other world than this world. (Li Bai's "Questions and Answers in the Mountains") Where peaches and plums compete for fragrance, only the old plum blossoms are at peace.
(Ming Dynasty Wang Mian's "Inscription on Plum Blossoms") Ancient poems containing "flowing water": withered vines and old trees, ducks, small bridges and flowing water, people... Wang Weiyan of Qingxi entered Huanghuachuan, and every time he chased the green Stream. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Era: Song Author: Mei Yaochen Works: Dongxi Content: When I went to Dongxi to see the water, I sat on the isolated island and it was late to leave the boat. The wild ducks are resting on the shore, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches.
The short bushels are as neat as shears, and the flat sand and gravel are in a sieve. Although the love is not tired, I can't live in it. When I come back in the evening, the carriage and horse are tired.
Volume 431_1 "In July of the second year of Changqing, people from Zhongshushe left to guard Hangzhou, and made a trip to Lanxi." Bai Juyi, a man from Taiyuan, was mediocre and despicable. Always be kind to me, wash out the mud.
Since I live in a place where I can speak, I am willing to help the court. The third chapter of Fuge is stupid and does not serve the purpose.
The sage retains his body, and the generous loan allows him to survive. Feng Zhao stopped people, and Yu Shu removed the governor.
I cherish all my favors and disgrace, and I obey and obey. I have been proud of this for ten years.
Yuhang is a famous county, and the county is close to the river. I already think about Haimen Mountain, and the sound of the tide comes to my ears.
In the past, at the end of Zhen Yuan Dynasty, Ji Lu once visited here. I feel that the prefect is also familiar with the beauty of fish and wine.
Because the rivers and seas flourish, I envy the waves every time. I still plan to travel with my clothes in my clothes, but now I am also an official.
Green mountain peaks rise one after another, and smoke and dust rise during the day. The east road is not open, so the road is changed to the south.
From the time when Qin was poor to Chu and Yue, it was a mighty land of five thousand miles. I heard that if there is a wise master, there will be many beautiful mountains and rivers.
This trip was quite pleasant and the experience was good. Riding a horse across the Blue River is the beginning of a wonderful journey.
"Fanxi" Zhu Qing returned to the flower boat in Quzhu, lying down facing the wind in raw clothes. Birds are flying in the color of the stream, and people are talking and singing.
The remaining flowers are separated into shadows, and the new cattails form clusters on their own. The Qianwan is more secluded and even though it is shallow, it is still open.
When you travel to Huangbo Mountain, you can see how far you can see, the Fujian clouds are reaching across the border. There are many strange things in Nanzhou, and there are many immortals in Chi County.
The golden peaks each lose the sun, and the bronze and stone clouds reach the sky. The Yang Xiu illuminates the Luan Cai, and the Yin River sprays the Dragon Spring.
A thousand generations of trees are left, and the chieftains are gone forever. (Chief's Soldier - Jiashantou) Birds are singing on the red wall, and apes are roaring among the green cliffs.
Emperor Mu Yin of Qin fell, but Wu Yuan of Han Dynasty stayed for many years. They all bear great power and abandon their swords to become famous mountains.
I have Kui Huo's will and my Songshu skills are in front of me. It's good to be in the same distance, and the wind will carry you leisurely.
When Wang Ji entered the Ruoye River, Yuhuang was so ordinary. The clouds rise far away from Xiu, and the sunshine flows back.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded. I miss this place so much that I have been traveling there for many years.
From the Jinzhu Stream across the ridge and stream, the apes chirped to know the dawn, but the dark light in the valley did not appear. The clouds are gathering under the rock, and the dew on the flowers is still wet.
It meanders next to Kuma'ao, (next to Ojia's left ear) and passes to Zhixing Xian. The crossing of the stream is very urgent, and the climbing of the mountain is also a mausoleum.
The path from Sichuan to Zhuji is repeated again and again, riding on the current to play around. Ping Ping is deep and deep, while wild cattail is clear and shallow.
Climb the forest to pick leaves. I want to see the people in the mountain, but Xuluoruo is there.
Holding the orchid knot is a diligent disciple, but breaking the hemp is heart-breaking. Love is rewarded as beauty, but who can tell if things are unclear?
Looking at this relic, I realized what I was going to do.