1, [Tang] Li He's "He Ge Xing Jiang Nan Qu"
Bai, go home by car. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
If the glass is exposed, the jade is empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Vernacular interpretation
Liu Yun, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, rode westward.
The hawthorn trees by the river exude a faint fragrance, and groups of butterflies are flying leisurely on the shore.
Pick up a cup of bamboo leaf dew as a wine sacrifice and play an elegant tune for him.
There is a path leading to the water in the red building, and two small fish swim around on the warm beach.
2.[ Song] Zhang Zhilong's Torin Temple
The yard is full of fragrant wind and ripe hawthorn, and monkeys and grandchildren are sitting in the dry.
The monk was not used to welcoming guests, so he gave Sakyamuni hibiscus flowers.
Vernacular interpretation
The fragrant wind in the yard has just ripened the hawthorn, and the monkey and grandson are sitting on the dead branches with their children in their arms. The monk was not used to welcoming guests, so he gave Hibiscus to Sakyamuni.
3.[ Tang] Wan Chu's "Yangtze River Moisture-proof Wall"
Tian Jia likes autumn ripening, and Lin Yan, 20, has sparse leaves. Grain and millet are piled in the nursery, and hawthorn and pear are hung on the door.
Wild dogs bark at leisure, and cows return at dusk. After drinking, Mao Zhai can undress.
Vernacular interpretation
Farming people like to mature in autumn, and the leaves are sparse at the end of the year. Grain nursery, hawthorn, pear hanging door. Wild dogs call themselves idle, and cows go home by themselves at night. Time is running out. The hut can take off its clothes.
4.[ Song] Peng Guinian's Four Poems by Doctor Xie, Xu Sishu.
The smell of wind and frost is full of fat, and Jue Li has a question for a moment.
Don't envy the pets who pass on citrus, such as hawthorn and pear.
Vernacular interpretation
His eyes are full of wind, frost and pure fat, and his bag is carved. Don't envy oranges, how fresh they are.
5, [Tang]' s "Village Topic with History"
Autumn fruit is bitter, but morning shame is fresh. Clothes stay in the cold pavilion, grass plants idle fields.
Pursuit of luck costs money, and Pompeii knows the years. Scare eagles to sow Dai Li, drive calves and whip shinohara.
Don't pay attention to the government and society, and always respect food for the sky. The valley is deep blue, and the peak is wrapped in white clouds.
Every time I think of my dream, I talk big and show my love. Look at the wall sentences in your book, tempting me to write an article.
Vernacular interpretation
Hawthorn in autumn, pear-shaped fruit, delicious bamboo shoots in the morning, and fresh bracken. Wear hemp fiber to stay in the cold pavilion and plant grass in the idle fields. For the vertebral bun, the fat girl knows the harvest year. Scare the eagle with a hat and drive the cow with a whip. I don't care about the officials in the club, I often eat as the son of heaven. The valley is shrouded in dark blue mist, and the peak is wrapped in white clouds. Whenever I think of the dream of closing my soul, I praise my love. Look at that sentence on your wall, tempting me to quote a successful article.
2. Sentences describing hawthorn
Around June, the hawthorn tree produced a string of bright flowers, just like small snowflakes in winter, very elegant and white, which made people feel that it was so pure and beautiful, just like a passionate girl. A breeze blew gently by the sandalwood tree, and hawthorn leaves and flowers danced in the air, just like a fairy scattering flowers and dancing like a butterfly, making the yard more beautiful.
In July and August, hawthorn trees bear green hills one after another, just like immature children, swinging playfully on the branches. Slowly, the small mountain sandalwood grew into a big hawthorn, and the green mountain hawthorn also became a "little doll" with a deep red color.
In October, the hawthorn ripens. The small red skin and white spots make it more fresh and pleasing to the eye. At this time, hawthorn can be eaten.
In early summer, the hawthorn tree bloomed. They crowded together in twos and threes, as busy as a bee. Although some people like to be alone, most of them are like a game, with a bunch of stores opening. Standing on the top of the mountain overlooking, patches of sandalwood forest are like patches of powder fog. After the flowers of Toona sinensis withered, the trees were covered with small mung beans, which were young fruits of hawthorn. The young fruit ripens slowly, first turning red, then deep red. In autumn, hawthorn is fully mature and dark red in color. Hawthorn is as big as longan, but it is covered with yellow dots.
Autumn has come, hawthorn trees are covered with agate-like red fruits, and the whole hawthorn forest is hung on the branches like small red lanterns, which makes people drool.
3. What are the poems describing red fruits?
1, "Twelve Poems for Relieving boredom" Tang Dynasty: Chai Feixing scattered in Du Fu's Cao Ge, the waves crossed Jiang Lai, and the black rain began to fly.
Mountain birds feed red fruits, and river friends raise white fish with money. Shang Hu left Yangzhou, thinking of the old post building in Xiling.
In order to ask if Huainan rice is expensive, the old man wanted to flow eastward on a whim. After ten years of autumn, whenever I see an autumn melon, I think of my old country.
Today, the South Lake picks ferns, who is looking for Guazhou? Fan Shen knew what the Ministry of Water Resources was, and Cao Liu didn't wait for Xue Langzhong.
Be the only provincial office that opens a literary garden, and learn to make money in the surging tide. Li Ling and Su Wu are my teachers, and Mencius' paper is even more doubtful.
I haven't been away from a common guest for a meal. I read some ancient poems today. Recalling Meng Haoran's Xiangyang, poems and songs in Qing Dynasty can be handed down from generation to generation.
In other words, there was no new language in the old days, so if you fish, you will shrink your neck. The spirit of cultivating lies in the matrix, and new poems are changed to recite.
Who knows that these two Xie can do things, and it is quite difficult to learn Yin. Without Wang Youcheng, the hills and valleys in Lantian are filled with cold vines.
The most beautiful sentence is that the atlas is full, and patriotism is not impossible. My late imperial concubine is lonely now, and litchi has returned to Chang 'an.
Every time Yanfang continues to offer Zhu Ying, the Jade Pagoda will mourn the Millennium Mission. Remember to pick lychees in Lurong, and the green peaks reflect the stones.
In Beijing, the old ones don't see color, and the red ones only know sweetness. Cuigua in Yuxi, Shen Bili, and red pear grapes are cold dew.
Pity is no different from vine, but it is Juanjuan's long life. Side by side with Yean and Jiangpu, the strange Dan Palace is filled with jade pots.
Cloud valley cloth, back dead, tired. 2, "Five Music Songs in the Palace" Tang Dynasty: Zhang netizens are like cockroaches, and the screen window is as thin as smoke.
Tian Le plays Tian Le, and people are immortals in the moon. Cuixia opens the cold mirror, and the bamboo hairpin hangs and shakes.
Dressing up as afraid of dawn also promotes spring nights. The red fruit and jade pool are solid, and the gold plate is exposed to the ice.
Ganquan will spend the summer, and Taipower Guang Xiao will condense. The moon picks the floating Luan hall, and the anvil leaves the phoenix building.
The water sill sings, and the red candle welcomes autumn first. Strange trees stay cold and green, and the afterglow Shenchi knots waves.
It snowed all night in Huangshan Mountain, and there was a lot of diarrhea in Weihe River. 3, "Guo Zhongshan Mansion" Tang Dynasty: Fang Gan did not see a gourd ladle leaving the tree, but still had to be surrounded by trees.
Shen Yin sniffed the horn before going to bed and bent down to climb the mountain. If you can't hear enough splashing water, you can climb the red fruit in the window.
If you leave your last name, you will give it back to the birds and fish. 4, "Idle Residence" Tang Dynasty: Wu Rongyi's one-room book is flat, clear around bamboo, and soaked in bones.
Love makes the fish jump in Tsing Yi, and the red fruit bird is silent. Qingdi smoke is greener, and the riverside moon is brighter.
Only this detachment is long-term, and how many people can cast gold? 5, "Li Lang Lin Zhongting" Tang Dynasty: Cao Song only flowed wild water to the masonry, and looked at the fish up and down in front of the bottle.
Bamboo shoots have grown longer than bamboo, and the diameter of vines has been added to the surface. If the white ape hangs near the door, there will be no red fruit bending the branches.
A great man will be at large. Who will be sent to help him?
4. Poems about hawthorn trees
That year, golden rape blossoms lit up my dream of 18 years old, and the melodious accordion sound of the exploration team made my yearning for love vivid. At that moment, I didn't dare to take the white rabbit toffee in your hand. I was afraid that I couldn't reach out and hold your hand in the dark. When you lost a branch and took my hand, you smiled at each other and passed the hawthorn tree and got drunk all spring. You said that no matter what flowers bloom, they will bear red fruits. The story about me and you is pure, beautiful and persistent at every stage. I look forward to the day when we get together and wait together. You said that when you really fall in love with someone, you'd rather die than betray them. I'm so sad. Then I believe your waiting. The hug by the Liu Yang River warmed two young hearts. You said you wanted a name that only belonged to me. When I finally called out to you, my world was filled with your red tears, so I saw the red flowers of the hawthorn tree reflecting your smiling face on the other side. A world becomes a red fruit. You said you like to listen to Love of Hawthorn Tree. I think the love about hawthorn tree is sour. After reading it, I cried. I can't wait for you for a year and a month. I can't wait for you to be 25, but I can wait for you all my life. Please believe that I will wait for you in heaven for a love story that no one can wait for. Several years later, the red hawthorn tree still buried our love.