Poetry of azalea

The poems describing "Yingshanhong" are:

1. Why watch the spring breeze in the famous garden? The mountain flowers along the way are worthy of my gratitude. The Jinjiang River looks beautiful every day, and the clear stream reflects the red mountains. "--Yang Wanli's "Azalea"

2. The fire trees turn crimson when the wind blows, and the qiongzhi shines with red gauze at sunrise. Looking back, the peaches and plums are colorless, and the hibiscus is not a flower. The roots of struggle are deep. The bottom of the stone has been moved to other people's homes for no reason. --Bai Juyi's "Mountain Loquat"

3. Zigui birds were heard in Shu, and azaleas were seen in Xuancheng. --Li Bai's "Azaleas Seen in Xuancheng/Zigui". 》

4. The incense lamp accompanies the lingering dream, and the country of Chu is at the end of the world. The moon is setting and the sun is resting, and the apricot blossoms are all over the Tingshan Mountain. --Wen Tingyun's "Bixiangyi Xiaosi"

5. One after another, they bloom in the cold weather. --Cao Song's "Azaleas on a Cold Food Day"

6. What I cherish most is that the azaleas are blooming, and the spring breeze blows them away. --Bai Juyi, "Going to Liu in the Rain." During the period of 19 and 2 Lin, when he arrived at the temple, Liu had already left and sent it in four rhymes.

7. A garden full of red flowers and drunken flowers, with branches growing on the ground - Han Xie. The rhododendrons in Jingxing Temple are so beautiful.”

8. It’s always the spring breeze. I miss it and think about the past. It’s no longer the same as it used to be. I want to walk on thousands of waves with ease. . The wind is blowing and the water is rushing, and the tide is changing direction. -- Lu Yuanxiu's "Red Mountain"

9. The green leaves are blooming, and the red mountain ridges are bright. The fragrance is dyed with the blood of the singing cuckoo. - Yun Meng's "Azalea"

10. Suddenly, the mountain is red all night, and the poet turns into a wild child in full bloom, swaying like blood. Flowers laugh at the spring breeze.

--Zhiqiang's "Azalea"