Chrysanthemum is not as gorgeous as peony, nor as precious as orchid, but as the flower of frost, it has always been favored by people. Some people praise its strong character, while others appreciate its noble temperament. However, Yuan Zhen's poem about chrysanthemums uniquely expresses the reason why he loves chrysanthemums.
When you chant chrysanthemum, you usually want to talk about the cuteness of chrysanthemums. But the poet neither listed adjectives such as "the moon hangs on a golden hook", nor did he describe the scene of competing for beauty. Instead, he used a metaphor - "Autumn silk wraps around the house like the Tao family." Clusters of chrysanthemums bloom around the house, as if you have arrived at Tao Yuanming's home. Autumn clusters are clusters of autumn chrysanthemums. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty loved chrysanthemums the most and planted chrysanthemums all over his home. "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain" ("Drinking") is his famous saying. The place where chrysanthemums are planted here is compared to "Tao's house", so it is not difficult to imagine the scene of autumn chrysanthemums blooming all over the courtyard. How can such a beautiful chrysanthemum scene not be intoxicating? Therefore, the poet "went around the fence and it was getting darker day by day". He was completely attracted by the chrysanthemums in front of him and concentrated on watching them around the fence, so that he didn't even know that the sun was setting in the west. "Wandering around" and "sunset" vividly express the scene where the poet is fascinated by the chrysanthemums and lingers, exaggerating the atmosphere of loving the chrysanthemums.
Why is the poet so obsessed with chrysanthemums? The third and fourth sentences explain the reason for loving chrysanthemums: "It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers. It's because there are no flowers after all the flowers are in bloom." Chrysanthemums are the last to wither among all flowers. Once the chrysanthemums are gone, there will be no more flowers to enjoy. People's love for flowers will naturally focus on chrysanthemums. Therefore, as a latecomer, it is uniquely cherished. The poet derived profound truths from the natural phenomenon that chrysanthemums fade last among the four seasons, answered the reason for loving chrysanthemums, and expressed the poet's special love for chrysanthemums. Of course, this also contains praise for the chrysanthemum's steadfast character that has withered after enduring hardships.
This poem explores the unusual poetic flavor from the ordinary theme of chanting chrysanthemums, giving people new inspiration, appearing novel, natural and unconventional. In terms of writing, the writing style is also very clever. The first two sentences describe the actual scene of appreciating chrysanthemums, exaggerating the atmosphere of loving chrysanthemums as a foreshadowing; the third sentence is a transition, with a pause in writing and repeated repetitions. Finally, a wonderful line about blooming flowers is recited, which further opens up the realm of beauty and enhances the meaning of this little poem. Artistic appeal.
Chrysanthemum
Yuan Zhen
Autumn silk wraps around the house like Tao's house, and the fence becomes increasingly sloping all around.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
When I ask you how you can do it, your mind is far away and you are biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Tao Yuanming's "Drinking"
Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house,
The fence around it becomes increasingly sloping.
It’s not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers.
There will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum"
Zhizi wrote that the white chrysanthemum was blooming,
Western Chengxiang was stagnant and could not be returned.
The window screen under the moonlight steps is thin,
How much fragrance penetrates.
Lu Guimeng's "Recalling White Chrysanthemum"
Dark lavender, melting yellow.
Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
Whenever it is forbidden to show again, it is really timid of the setting sun.
May the golden parrot ascend to the White Yutang.
Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum"
Remembering the Chrysanthemum
The west wind has not finished thinking about it, and the heart of autumn remembers the proud frost the most.
The yellow flowers are blooming on the fence branches, and the thin shadows are slender and the moon is visible on the mountains.
The butterfly leaves are fluttering and the dream is far away, and the ice soul misses you.
In the poem, old grudges are sighed over the years, and Xiaoxiang waits for an appointment.
Visiting Chrysanthemums
On a sunny day, I take advantage of my heart to travel, and the plain rhyme of the east fence is left for poetry.
Whose courtyard is filled with fragrance? The cold pistils are blooming outside the branches in autumn.
Proud and full of nostalgia, infatuated and whispering.
In Xiaoyao Nanshan, the same things are old, and a clear song sings the old man.
Planting chrysanthemums
The quiet little courtyard is waiting for you to come, planted by hand to accompany the fairy.
When the rain falls and the wind blows, I am happy that the leaves are growing, and when frost flies across the path, I am happy that the flowers are blooming.
In the morning, you can recite cold-colored poems into rhyme, and drink cold-flavored wine in the evening.
There are scriptures in the abdomen, guests in the pavilion, and the heart dwells in the pure land far away from the dust.
To chrysanthemum
After leaving the world, the fragrance is left behind and precious gold is left. The yellow flower is self-respecting and proud.
Hold your knees under the sparse fence and listen to the language of the flowers. The plain rhyme is like autumn singing to the moon.
Xuzhu is a close friend with you, and Youlan is a close friend of mine.
A pure heart is like the sound of flowing water and springs, keeping quiet and embracing simplicity to spend every inch of the shade.
Offering chrysanthemums
The clear appearance comes out of the water to accompany the poets, and the yellow scrolls and green lanterns make the night more quiet.
The beautiful scenery fills the room with fragrance, and the bright eyes are good at gazing at the beauty of autumn.
It is a wonderful place to be surrounded by books and green friends. I dream of going to Lantai to make an old trip.
The eyes are racing and the arms are far away, and the clouds are rolling in the moon, and the heart is lingering.
Chrysanthemum chanting
At night, the poetry comes with the dew, and I flip through the book to pick out a sentence and ask about the sound of the piano.
What is the word for a thousand-year story? How does the eternal high wind sing?
Li Zuihua Yin cuts thin sentences, Tao Huaiju has infatuated thoughts.
I am ashamed to describe the beauty with a blunt pen, but I still think about it in autumn to this day.
Painting chrysanthemums
The writing on the paper is sparse, the ink is sharpened and the brush strokes are wide-eyed.
The green leaves are still green with dew, and the yellow flowers are bright and full of frost.
The slender branches contain new colors, and the bright moon cherishes the evening fragrance.
It is difficult to paint the proud and natural character, but the autumn face is bathed in the setting sun on a piece of paper.
Asking Ju
Who can know the lonely autumn heart? The cold fragrance and cold pistils come from the east fence.
Who can accompany such a lonely and proud person? The thin rain and the cold wind are late in that season.
The wild geese are flying in the sky in the old garden, and the soul is alone and alone. Who thinks about it?
If you are infatuated, you will never regret it. When you look back, you will understand the words.
Hairpin Chrysanthemum
Planting green flowers and cutting branches during the busy day, each yellow flower makes a new look.
The shy daughter is beautiful in three ways, and the adaptable gentleman is crazy in nine ways.
Reciting poems under the bamboos amazes the moonlight, and cranes are flying in the clouds to step on the autumn frost.
The orchid heart can be compared to Shushan jade, which is not stained by the colorful flowers on the temples.
Chrysanthemum shadow
The autumn window has a layer of plain printing, and layers of light flow into the painting.
The wind is blowing, the fragrance is faintly approaching the flowers, the clouds are floating, the leaves are quivering and the pistils are exquisite.
The sparse branches and curtains are lightly green, and the eyes of old dreams are filled with emptiness.
Cherish the jade and pity the fragrance far and near, and recognize the hazy under the moon with my heart.
Chrysanthemum Dream
The soul of flowers is as clear as water in one season, and the moonlight shines through the window in autumn.
Love leads me to think about my past wishes, and I dream of going to Pengshan to find my old alliance.
The souls of rural people in the Wei and Jin Dynasties meet on the east slope, and the geese of the Song and Tang Dynasties sing on the north slope.
Walking in the clouds with a close friend, the grass is endless and the love is endless.
Remnant chrysanthemum
When the west wind withers the green old branches, and the dew is heavy with frost and the leaves fall.
The decaying grass, the cold smoke and the fragrance have dispersed, the hedges are sparse, the cold garden is green and uncovered.
I am afraid that the ice soul will be too late in my dream.
Every year we have things to do, and every year we miss lovesickness.
Tang Yin
Inscribed on a chrysanthemum picture
The yellow flower has no owner and is left alone in the winding paths of sparse fences; spend all your money on makeup, and the color of your life will be paid to the west wind.
Chrysanthemum picture
On the ninth day, the wind is high and the bamboo hat is tilted, and the head of the fence is drinking wine frequently. The royal robe was collected and the concubine was drunk, and she was helped home to reveal her beauty in the middle of the night.
Chrysanthemum picture
The beautiful color blooms toward the sun with frost, and the lingering fragrance slowly covers the berry moss. I have an extraordinary sense of pity and integrity, and once came to Tao Jun's path.
Chrysanthemum picture
The rustling gold blows over Su Ying, and the flowers shine into the cup while leaning against the railing. The autumn light fills the eyes with no special features, and the east fence is full of smiles and admiration for your glory.
Ink Chrysanthemum Picture
The man in white changes into Taiyuan clothes, and after bathing in Shanyin, washes the Yanchi. The iron bones do not teach the pale autumn colors, and the whole body is covered with fragrant sweat and stands on the east fence.
Chrysanthemum Picture
Mr. Jinli sleeps day and night, and guests come and talk and sit without a blanket. All the wine money is under the east fence, and gold and thousands of dendrobium coins are scattered.
Ink chrysanthemum picture
On the green cloud shelf are grass dragons and horse breasts with autumn dew on the stems. Yesterday, Wenyuan was worried about his lungs and thirst. After chewing a few pills, the sugarcane syrup became cold.
Xue Feng's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·He Manzi is an old man from Ma Gong Huai, holding a Huaidian chrysanthemum yellow. The old friend is no longer seen, and the river is filled with hatred.
Xu Jingzong ordered Jiang to return to Yangzhou in Chang'an for nine days. He left after the expedition and returned with the fallen leaves. The chrysanthemums should not be full yet, please wait for the poet to bloom.
Xu Jingzong Same as before: Tourists are tired and wandering around, homesick for the wild geese. I just want to see the chrysanthemum in Lintan. Who will bloom the pistil?
Wang Bo Nine Days On the Nine Days of the Double Ninth Festival, there are chrysanthemums at the door. I don’t know if this is the Tao family who is here to deliver wine.
Zhang Shuo wrote five poems about entering the Dogwood Mountain in nine days. The chrysanthemum wine carries the mountain visitors, and the dogwood bag is for the shepherd boy. I followed Da Kui in doubt on the road, and my heart seemed to be asking Hongmeng.
Meng Haoran looked for the owner of Chrysanthemum Pond but did not find him. When he arrived at Chrysanthemum Pond, the sun was already setting in the west of the village. The master has gone up high, and the chickens and dogs are at home.
Li Bai It will be September 10th. I climbed up yesterday and raised my wine glass today. Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter, suffering from these two double suns?
Wei Yingwu On the 9th, I was the governor of Wu County. Unexpectedly, the chrysanthemums were blooming. I started to think about my hometown, and I was happy to have all the guests come.
Cen Shen marched for nine days and thought about his hometown in Chang'an (when Chang'an was not yet taken in). He wanted to climb high, but no one brought him wine. The chrysanthemums that take pity on my hometown should bloom near the battlefield.
Du Fu's Twelve Poems of Resurrection Every time I hate Tao Pengze, I have no money for chrysanthemums. Now that the ninth day has arrived, I realize that I need to buy wine on credit.
One hundred untitled poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one is a poem by Qian Jue) Although chrysanthemums appear during the festival, floating life is just like duckweed. Where to look at the old mountain, there is a small pavilion on the deserted bank.
One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one is a poem by Qian Jue) A cluster of chrysanthemums grows on the embankment, and the flowers grow later. Some people still pick it, why bother in spring.
One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one is a poem by Qian Jue). The late chrysanthemums circle the river base and suddenly appear like an ancient screen. Don't say that the season has passed, and the day is full of fragrance.
One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one poem by Qian Jue) The chrysanthemums on the banks of the Xunyang River should resemble the ancient autumn. I want to ask a guest from Youqi whether I get wine while chanting.
On the 9th, I will send the money to my nephew, a basket, etc. I will pick chrysanthemums to remember each other, and pass on the fragrance and send it to the wind. Now under the bamboo forest, don’t let Gui Zun empty.
Gu Kuang Huangju Bay When the chrysanthemums condense in the morning dew, the dew drops in the autumn bay. Immortals make wine when they are ripe, and when they are drunk, they fly into the sky.
Lu Lun bids farewell to Sikong Shu. We have enjoyed the moon together, but there is no autumn without sadness. How to say goodbye to you? It’s chrysanthemum time again.
Li Duan and Zhang Yin recalled Dongliju and sent letters to Liu Yin. What happened to recall the Tao family? If it is a hedge chrysanthemum, there is this flower in the mountains.
Sikong Shu’s Farewell Praise: Today, after the mountains have cleared up, the remaining cicadas and chrysanthemums are blooming. Climbing the stairs to see the autumn colors is where I feel most lovesick.
Sikong Shu Farewell Lulun (a poem written by Lun Farewell Shu) There are many moons to enjoy together, but there is no autumn without sadness. How can I say goodbye to you? It’s the time when the chrysanthemum is yellow again.
Wang Jian Late Butterfly The pink wings are as tender as water, and they are surrounded by the wind. The dew on the high mountains is dissolved, and it flies into the chrysanthemums.
Yuan Zhen drank new wine and heard that Jun’s new wine was ripe. It was like a chrysanthemum in autumn. Don't blame your life's ambitions. The pictures are gone and the days are full of sorrow.
Bai Juyi sent it to Secretary Wang. When the frost chrysanthemums wilt, the wind blows the leaves into pieces. It's strange that I feel bitter thoughts in autumn, so I chant the secretary's poem.
Bai Juyi's work on Zhaoshu, the prostitutes of Luo and Fan, in the Nine Days (Qi Liangge) Luo applied it to his sleeves, and Fan Ji offered a cup. If you don’t see Shu Yuan, who will Qiuju bloom for?
Li Deyu's inscription on the pumice stone (engraved on the stone) shows a clear scene with fragrant chrysanthemums and lush pine trees on a cool day. Why go to famous mountains? There are many peaks here.
Du Mu will go to Huzhou to leave the pavilion chrysanthemum. I know from afar that the day of crossing the river is the time to pick up flowers.
Du Mu’s Folding Chrysanthemums The path of chrysanthemums in the east of the fence is deep, and the folds come from Gu Yin. In the rain, my clothes are half wet, I hold my nose and know my heart.
Xue Feng He Manzi is an old man from Magong Huai, holding a cup shop with chrysanthemum yellow. The old friend is no longer seen, and the river is filled with hatred.
Meng Chi inscribed Jiaxiangyi. The top of the tree is slightly green with smoke, and the mountain roots are fragrant with chrysanthemums. Who can whip a horse alone? The setting sun is auspicious.
Jia Dao: Don’t go out for nine days, but see Huang Ju for ten days. There is still a lot of beauty, but there is no news about the beauty.
Sikong Tu Double Ninth Festival. The chrysanthemums are still blocking the rain, and the butterfly is interested in people. You should also know that the twilight festival is better than cherishing the remaining spring.
Luo Ye's Two Autumn Butterflies are like chrysanthemums that are tired of living in the cold, and gracefully occupy the evening sun. If a sad person sees this, he should shed a thousand lines of tears.
Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River" Although chrysanthemums appear during the festival, floating life is just like duckweed. Where to look at the old mountain, there is a small pavilion on the deserted bank.
Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River" A cluster of chrysanthemums grows on the embankment, and the flowers grow later. Some people still pick it, why bother in spring.
Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River" Chrysanthemums circle the river base at night, suddenly like an ancient screen. Don't say that the season has passed, and the day is full of fragrance.
Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River" The chrysanthemums on the banks of the Xunyang River should resemble the ancient autumn. I want to ask a guest from Youqi whether I get wine while chanting.
Xiahou Ziyun said that the medicinal garden is full of green leaves and red flowers, and the immortal scriptures are discussed. Occasionally move the chrysanthemums by the rockside, and hoe the roots of the white clouds.
Jiaoran Drinking tea with Lu Chushiyu on the 9th. In the monastery of Jiuri Mountain, the chrysanthemums on the east fence are also yellow. Most common people drink too much wine, but who can explain the fragrance of tea?
Tan Yongzhi's sentence: The moss of the brocade pattern on the weaving sill is knotted at first, and the chrysanthemums of the fallen flowers and seals are first broken. ("The Hermit in Suxi River")
Li Yu's sentence: The temples are getting new white from today, but the chrysanthemums are still yellow from last year. (Following "Famous Talks of Hanfu")
Shao Dazhen climbed Xuanwu Mountain on the 9th to look out. On September 9th, I looked into the distant sky. The autumn water and autumn wind brought forth the evening wind. As the wild geese go farther south, visitors often visit the chrysanthemum bushes.
Cui Guofu On the 9th, the maples and chrysanthemums fell yellow on the riverside, and the young man climbed up to look at the countryside. Although the Tao family has been carrying wine on the ninth day, the guests from Chu have been wearing clothes for three years.
Wang Jin’s nine-day work. Don’t compare the border areas to Kyoto. In August, the frost is severe and the grass has withered. Today when I went to Denggao to drink wine, I wondered whether there were chrysanthemums or not.
Wei Yingwu presented it to Linghu Shicao. The autumn eaves dripped on the bed opposite each other, and we rode together on the mountain road. When it comes to furniture and dongliju, why return half the schedule beforehand.
Shen Yu Farewell to Wuyang The chrysanthemums, yellow reeds, and white geese are flying for the first time, and the Qiang flute and Hujia are all covered with tears. I send you the heartbroken autumn river water, once it flows eastwards, when will it return?
Li Jiayou’s reply to the envoy Xue Bo of Quanzhou who gave him wine on the Double Ninth Festival. If you want to be strong and unable to climb high, for whom will the yellow chrysanthemums bloom by the fence. If you know it’s not Xunyang County, then Wang Hong will send you wine.
Huangfu once paid Dou a collection of relics and presented them to him in the autumn (at that time, the Duke ordered to remove the admonishment officials from Jiangyin). We met in Yongxiang of the isolated city, and the sun was half-slanted at the gate of the decaying willow tree. I want to send my ministers to Wei Que, but I still pity the remnant chrysanthemum in Tao's house.
Jia Zhi first arrived in Baling and sang three poems about Dongting Lake together with Li Twelvebai and Pei Jiu. The maple leaves on the riverside were first covered with frost, and the chrysanthemums on the shore of the river had also turned yellow. The setting sun on a light boat is endless, how can the Three Hunans and Five Lakes mean so much?
Qian Qi Nine Days Farmhouse Today the Tao family is busy in the countryside, and the yellow chrysanthemums on the east fence reflect the autumn fields. The floating clouds and dark birds are about to fly away, before they reach the green mountains in front of the new moon.
Huangfu Ran’s reward for Li Guan on the Double Ninth Festival. No white clothes came to deliver wine, but the yellow chrysanthemums bloomed on their own. Worrying about the good time passing by at night, I walked to look for Tao Ling's house.
Huangfu Ran's "Quanqi" It's late when the dew is wet and green, and the water flowing through the yellow leaves has endless meaning. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching, do you want to return home? The chrysanthemums on the fence are carrying the autumn wind in front of you.
Wang Zhihuan's Farewell in Nine Days Ji Ting is desolate and there are few old friends. Where can I climb high and see them off? Today I will drink Fangju wine for the time being, and tomorrow I will drink Duan Pengfei.
The Qin Dynasty replied to the envoy Xue Bo of Quanzhou who presented him with wine on the Double Ninth Festival. If you want to be strong but unable to climb high, for whom will the yellow chrysanthemums bloom by the fence? If you know it’s not Xunyang County, then Wang Hong will send you wine.
Li Yi It was raining on September 10th, but Zhang Bo’s wedding day had not yet arrived in Liuzhen. He wrote a poem to invite him. There was no news about Liu Wuxing, and Zhang Changgong was poor and lonely. Only the handkerchief caught in the rain came, holding the remaining chrysanthemum and waving towards the west.
Sikong Shu passed by Yan Cai’s sick residence. He never sat there during the holidays, except this year he was not allowed to travel. Zhang Bing is lying down to see off his guests. To whom do the chrysanthemums and maple leaves fall?
Wang Jian climbed the Congtai for nine days. Whose house is Pingyuanchi Pavilion? There are wild chrysanthemums on the twin pagodas Congtai. There is no way to enter the scattered Forbidden City, and the stream from the west winds around the city.
Liu Shang sent Wang Zhen as a gift. Qingyang Yurun is full of talents, and he meets the early plum blossoms in the best period. Hibiscus can also float on the cup, don't wait for the yellow chrysanthemum to bloom on the east fence.
Zheng Qi climbed high for nine days to embrace Shao Er. The hairpins and dogwoods were covered with chrysanthemums, and she looked down at the flat terrace. After drinking three cups, she was at a loss. At the age of ten, I have been climbing high places with my drunk friends for three years.
Chen Yu It will happen on September 10th. The Han River flows eastward from the sky, and the mountains of Basel are covered with autumn. During the Double Ninth Festival, people get sick, and a broken chrysanthemum makes them sad.
Ouyang Zhan On the 9th, he climbed up to Guangling to conceive the two ancestors of Shao. The hairpins and cork trees were covered with chrysanthemums and he looked down at the flat terrace. After drinking three cups, he was at a loss. At the age of ten, I have been climbing high places with my drunk friends for three years.
Zhang Ji's Double Ninth Festival on the Gorge Road. The journey to the infinite green mountains has ended. Looking back, I suddenly feel that I am far away from home. I want to drink Double Ninth Festival wine when the weather is high, but the mountain chrysanthemums have not bloomed yet.
Zhang Ji Xianyou is old and does not care about human affairs. He spends his time alone in the autumn of Yesi. When the illness comes, I still stop drinking, but I feel that there are too many chrysanthemums in the place.
Yuan Zhen Chrysanthemum The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
Bai Juyi recalled the chrysanthemum wine during the nine days of confinement in Yuanjiu. Who can hold the cup full of wine? The palace is full of flowers and loves me alone. I just stand beside the flowers when I miss you, and I chant your chrysanthemum poems all day long.
Bai Juyi's nine-day mailing slip. I picked chrysanthemums, took wine with me, and rode horses around the village to reflect. The ground in Guitian is as flat as the palm of your hand. How can you climb up to see Zizhou?
Bai Juyi wrote about Tuxi on the 9th. The grass mat is spread on the bank of maple leaves, and the bamboo branches are singing and the chrysanthemum cup is given. Next year I will still be the guardian of Nanbin, maybe it will come again during the Double Ninth Festival.
Bai Juyi's White Chrysanthemum on the Double Ninth Festival Banquet. The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary cluster in the middle that looks like frost. It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.
Yang Heng Nine Days Yellow chrysanthemums and purple chrysanthemums fall beside the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance. I couldn't bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone.
Bao Rong and Pei Juhui saw the work of picking chrysanthemums at a banquet in late autumn (one work is to see chrysanthemums in autumn). The chrysanthemums are darker than the Double Ninth Festival, and they seem to recall the white jade wine cup of Wang Sun. Wang and Sun are harvesting well today, but there have been two frosts in the sky.
Zhu Qingyu’s Dinner Party at the West Pavilion of Liu Bequ The sound of insects has faded away, the chrysanthemums are dry, and the pines are standing in the shade. It’s late and cold. I cherish the wine even if I look at the mountains. I don’t know how to do it under the slanting moon.
Li Shangyin gave it privately on behalf of the Wei Palace. When I came, the West Pavilion blocked the good period, and when I left, I was separated by the Zhang River. Knowing that Mi Fei has unlimited wishes, spring pines and autumn chrysanthemums can be seen at the same time.
Yu Fu's quatrain (a poem about remembering a friend) The golden chrysanthemums bloom on the dust-free silver ground, and the purple pears and red dates fall into the berry moss. A pool of autumn water and a round moon, whether old friends will come tonight or not.
Zhao Gu stayed pregnant on August 29th. In autumn, the sun and chrysanthemums are still fragrant. I sit alone in my study and think for a long time. Unfortunately, the scenery is easy to change, so I have to pour a glass of wine.
Zhao Gu’s home is outside the Haimen on the Double Ninth Festival, and his home is in the east of Wuhu Yanshui. I also look for poems in the autumn mountains, and accompany the monks to chant to the chrysanthemum wind.
Zhao Gu's Double Ninth Festival is about to happen. I'm sick and drunk, I'm going to say goodbye to the spring, and the chrysanthemums are empty beside the water. The reason is that his behavior is not elegant, and he is not a man who has lost his hat in Longshan.
Zhao Gu sent a message to Wei Sheren on the Double Ninth Festival. After the Double Ninth Festival, the chrysanthemum leaves the dust. When I am sick by the river, I pick up a stick to support myself. I don’t know who is the romantic and unlucky person at the Longshan meeting today.
Zhao Gu left an inscription to revitalize the Tang Temple. The water towers are all over the temple and the mountain, and today, seven years later, they have climbed up. When the moon is high, I ask travelers about the chrysanthemum. If I go and break off the fragrant branches, I will return them sooner or later.
Li Qunyu Yang Shangshu of Zhugong Palace on the Double Ninth Festival. The chrysanthemums on the edge of the hat-dropping platform are half yellow, and pedestrians face the Double Ninth Festival melancholy. When Jingzhou saw Huan Xuanwu, he took advantage of the sad autumn to enter the imperial hometown.
Wang Zun and Peng Ze Cranes love lonely pine trees and clouds love mountains. The relationship between officialdom and salary is negligible. Planted into five willows and chanting, I went back, with the wine towel beside me.
Pi Rixiu, my friend Xu Huijiu wrote a poem to greet him. A wild stranger Xiao Ran visited my home, and there were two or three white chrysanthemums blooming in the frost. When Zishan got sick, he had nothing to do but look forward to a cart of wine from Putai.
Pi Rixiu's Two Poems on the Name of Huailumen County. Ten miles away, there are rocks covered with pine trees, and the rain brings new things in front of the door. Where the wild frost is thick, I pity the remaining chrysanthemums. On the pond, the flowers are blooming but no one can be seen.
Lu Guimeng was so drunk that he sent me a pot of wine and a perfect poem. He wrote in a rhyme and rewarded me with rhyme. The traces of wine on my clothes are mixed with berry moss, and I still remember one or two cups of red snails. Being surrounded by fences, chrysanthemums are smiling, and the sun is setting and there are white clothes coming.
Lu Guimeng recalls the white chrysanthemum. A child's book tells of the white chrysanthemum blooming, and the West has become stagnant and has no room to return. The window screen under the moonlight steps is thin, and a lot of fragrance penetrates.
Cui Pu presented frost chrysanthemums as a reward to his ancestors. The chrysanthemums bloomed later than the autumn wind, and the fragrant fragrance filled the bushes. Since it is difficult for a sick man to force himself to drink, he must call his charioteer as soon as possible.
Sikong Tu, Four Miscellaneous Poems by White Chrysanthemum. Clouds cover the sky on all sides, and right and wrong are clearly understood. This life is just to repay the debt of poetry. I can't sleep the most when the white chrysanthemums are blooming.
Sikong Tu, Four Miscellaneous Poems on White Chrysanthemum. Who can listen to the song of the oriole? When the white chrysanthemum blooms, it will be over. There are enough products throughout the Southern Dynasties, so it is not appropriate to have too many uncles and treasures.