Year: Tang Author: Chao Huang Style: Four Unique Categories: Still Life
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Tite chrysanthemum
Year: Tang Author: Chao Huang Style: Four Musts
The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Color:
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
Number:
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Animals:
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Riding west, almost to the horizon, I have seen two full moons since I left home.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Swallow came to the news agency, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
Month:
The moon rises from the mountain, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.