The spring eyes are silent and trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, loving sunny and soft. The delicate little lotus bud reveals a sharp angle from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face. The lotus flowers were mixed in the lotus pool, and it was difficult to recognize the lotus pond, and it was only when they heard the song that someone in the pool was picking lotus - picking. (Wang Changling's "Picking Lotus Songs") A poem praising plum blossoms: Xiaomei in the mountain garden
Tang in Lin Hejing
All the fragrant flowers are swaying and swaying, occupying all the amorous feelings to the small garden.
The shadows are horizontal and oblique, the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
The frost birds steal their eyes before they want to go down, but the pink butterfly dies when they know it.
fortunately, there is a little rhyme to talk about, so you don't have to be good at playing with gold bottles.
Plums
Wang Anshi
There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. It is not enough snow to know from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance.
I lost a plum blossom poem at chess with Xue Zhaoming.
Wang Anshi
Huafa looks for spring and likes to see plum blossoms, and a tree is piled up with snow.
The memory of his New Year in the south of Fengcheng is hard to come by post.
Poems praising bamboo: My friend Liang Tiejun, the chivalrous man painted bamboo
(Qing) Kang Youwei
was born in Lingyun Festival, but he was still swaying.
the north wind is often chilly, and the autumn air is inseparable.
the leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown.
I'm only bored with writing and being able, and the portrayal is particularly dripping.
Preface to Bamboo Poetry
On New Year's Day in 1991, Zhou Fangchun lived in peace for three and a half years and sat quietly reading poems.
Chinese bamboo culture has a long history of thousands of years.
Poetry is like a tidal wave, so I can't read it carefully.
browse more than ten thousand volumes and compile more than ten thousand words.
ancient and modern bamboo poets often learn bamboo style.
modesty is the nature, and high morality is valuable for life.
if the wind pole is not bent, the skin of the storm will be cleaner.
the cool department produces clear yin, and the cold keeps the emerald color.
bamboo and silk remain in history, and bamboo arrows shoot at bears.
you need food, clothing, housing and transportation.
the more outstanding the contribution, the more intense the felling.
if this wind persists, the bamboo forest will be completely destroyed.
I compile bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers.
I advise you to cherish bamboo and promote its style.
Poems praising orchids: Gao Fenghan's "On Zheng Banqiao's Painting Lanchen and Irrigation Fu's Painting Loose"
Irrigation Fu's painting is loose and fragmented, while Banqiao's painting Lanlan is detached.
the orchid is detached, the orchid is fragrant, and the pine branches are long.
sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave suffers from too much madness.
Huang Ren's "Painting Orchids with Inscriptions" (three poems)
When the room is fragrant, the walls are empty.
one punch is ancient and charming, and beauty is accompanied by solitude.
I think a lot in Yuan and Li, but I feel sad from afar.
the paper window appeals to the soul, and the appearance is beyond admiration.
a beautiful stone is nurtured by a magnetic bucket, and the source is clear and the fragrance is far away.
You came from Wangchuan, and you got this powder book.
Wang Shishen's Orchid
Orchids grow in the valleys, and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.
in the secluded period with me, the empty mountain wants to go far away.
Li Yi's Ink and Wash Lan Hui
In summer, the flowers are shallow and deep in spring, and a few stems are disorderly and oblique.
although it is not as good as the orchid, it is extravagant to plant a hundred acres together.
Bao Yiyun's Blue Discourse
Youfang doesn't know spring, and spring goes to the peach garden.
the echo recalls the old rain, and it's in the mist.
I was fond of you in the past, but I was gentle and graceful.
Shan Zhinan, Qingchuan Lu.
the autumn rain is bad, and the flowers are pregnant at the eaves.
cool wax makes it extremely cold, but dry soil does not nourish ants.
leading the room, blowing clothes and the north wind rises.
the roots are dark and rotten, and they are ignorant of physiology.
if a long-standing complaint is not settled, the media will pay for it.
tobacco and wine are allied with flowers, and if the flowers are gone, they will drive away.
Sun Xi is sad alone, so no one can believe in beauty.
Gao E's A Gift from the Orchid
Nine immortals are so beautiful, and Tuogen is only close to Yuanxiang.
a river is full of spirits, and it is cold in August.
who makes it taboo to be in the door, and teaches it to be too fragrant.
Worry spreads deeply, while reading from Sao is the most elusive.
bluegrass by Zhang Lunying
The orchid is high, weak and bitter.
you can't leave fragrance, but it's futile to plant trees.
when the grass is a flower, the purples are green.
what's wrong with the new rain?
pleasing to the eye is not unpleasant, but it lacks novelty.
make fun of it by chatting, and flatter it.
when you smile, you thank the Eastern Emperor, and your glory is amorphous.
Wu Jiaji's Poem on March 3rd
Last night, the bow of the boat was raining like silk, and orchids were blooming in my basin.
Many flowers competed for the opening of the repair day, and tourists arrived home just in time.
Zhu Yizun's
Lady Gu painted orchids
Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou said thank you.it still has the color of Qinhuai fragrant grass, and it is light and evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Shishen's "Feng Nv Painted Orchids"
Beggars get a poet's description of Yan, and the jade pool is clear and beautiful.
once you talk about the weakness, Ye Ye's proposal is pitiful.
Shi Tao's "Moran"
The roots are gone, so I can't write a poem, so I can give it to you in solitude.
if you have a thousand incense sticks, you will be relieved when you spill ink in the pool.
Aisingiorro Xuanye's "Qiu Lan"
In front of the temple, there are pots of flowers, and the orchids are unique. In the past, they were called the king's fragrance and the gentleman of the square, because of the four rhymes.
Qiu Lan color, how green the cloth leaves are.
I love the king's incense and show the atrium with flowers.
the hidden fragrance is scattered, and the static shadow is sparse.
it's necessary to spend too much money on nine things, and waste too much time on other things.