2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, but it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. (Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion)
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")
4. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")
6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. (Li Pin's "Meet Friends at Hukou")
7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
8. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")
9. The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")
10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. (Yan Shu's "Morality")
1 1. In May, there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Road")
12. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
13. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)
14. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi's "Except Night, From Stone to Lake")
15. reeds everywhere. I am old, who will fly home next to swallows? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Yi")
16. Double Ninth Festival, Chrysanthemum Time Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" I am here again.
19, bloom's is more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
20. Bao Jianfeng comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.
2 1, I am seeing guests off at the Xunyang River, and maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
Tang Yuanzhen: It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that there is no bloom.
The first month is golden in spring, apricot blossom powder in February, peach blossom red in March, rose near the short wall in April, pomegranate red as fire in May, lotus full in June, gardenia in July, osmanthus in August, chrysanthemum in full bloom in September, hibiscus in October, narcissus for sale in winter, and first frost in December.
Song Chen Liang: A flower suddenly changes and a hundred flowers blossom. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid to hide in the snow.
Song Ceng Gong: A gust of wind blew, and the lotus bloomed. In June, bloom was cool and refreshing. Why ask for trouble? There is a fairy town in the water town.
Yu: Yu Bode has no talent and thoughts, but only knows how to make snowflakes fly all over the sky.
Tang Hanyu: In May, pomegranate flowers are blooming brightly and flowers appear on the branches. Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down.
Tang Liu Yuxi: The peony demon in front of the court was unqualified, and the lotus on the pool was pure and had a special liking. Only peony is the real national color, and it will move the capital as soon as it opens.
Tang Du Fu: Peach blossoms are in full bloom, lovely and crimson.
Wang Song Jujube: Peach blossoms smile across the fence, which seems to be affectionate before opening.
Don Li Shangyin: Flowers have nothing to do with leaves in the world, and flowers go into golden pots for dust. Only violet and red violet are naive.
Wang Song Anshi ★ Chanting pomegranate flowers: a little green and red, not much touching spring scenery.
Tang Pirixiu: Being Kao is the best thing to listen to. I cann't believe I boast that I'm strict in traveling west, and I'm the best in the world.
Zheng Song Xiao Si: bloom is not a hundred flowers, and independent hedges are not poor. It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind.
orchid
Blue is grass and pine is wood.
Orchids are fragrant and calm, and the cold does not change. -Li Bai
lotus
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
chrysanthemum
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Chinese plum
The branch in the corner is plum, and cold ling opens alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Bai Juyi's "Qin Zhongyin" Tenth "Buy Flowers"
* * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.
The price is uncertain, and the number of flowers is rewarded directly.
Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food.
Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.
Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change.
There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally.
Bow your head and sigh alone. No one knows this sigh.
A bunch of dark flowers, ten people bless!
Liu Yuxi, peony flowers don't make Hu Chu
A column of flowers in Pingzhang House was not at home when it arrived.
Modaoxi is not far away, and spring comes to the horizon.
Titu Chengnanzhuang Cuihu
On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off;
I don't know where to go, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze still smiles.
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden Lin Bu
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold bottles.
Yimei Li shangyin
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year.
"Lotus Picking Song" Wang Changling
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
Lingyin Temple Song Wenzhi
The vulture ridge is gloomy, and the Dragon Palace is lonely.
Look at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang.
In the middle of the month, laurel trees fall and fragrant clouds float outside.
If you climb the tower, you will find that spring is far away.
Frost is thin, flowers are hairy, and ice leaves are not withered.
The age of rewelding is still different, and the search is right.
Stay on Tiantai Road and look at the extra stone bridge.
"Wine in the rain, begonia in court after the rain does not thank" Chen
In February, Baling guests added clothes, drank hastily, and hated getting drunk late.
Swallows can't help raining at night, and Haitang is still waiting for old poems.
The spring scenery is upside down, and the broken teeth wish the holy day.
Since the bamboo fence, the lake is wide and the sea is wide, and the life experience is sad.
Flowers, flowers! Leave early and open a letter of credit. For drinkers and poets. You can go back to the anchorage and drive through every stop. The breeze rises and the sun sets. And willing to be together, only worried about abandoning Guanghua. Next year's climb is not far away, who can sigh for it again?
Spring, spring! Liu Nen, Hua Xin. Messier powder, grass shop. Sheep hoof in the north, Yan language in the south. In the suburbs, BMW sizzles, while Mozi shimmers. In warm days, the ice disappears and the water is green, and the wind and rain are tender and the smoke is light. The East Pavilion is full of childe banquets, and there are many people enjoying flowers in Chengdu.
Wine, wine! Invite friends and make friends. Don't wait for me, it will take a long time. Before the roll call, the ceremony was after tea. The breeze is indispensable, and the moon must be taught. Li Bai-ri drinks one stone, and Liu Ling solves five fights. Childe lips like peaches, beauty like willows.
Mountain, mountain! Abrupt, circular. Luo Didai, Lan Lieqing. The clouds in the cave are ethereal and the water in the stream is slippery. On the other side of the mountain, you can see blue light. I thought Yunfeng was still there, so I should climb with Xie Lu again. Although "Saving the Seven Sages" is lovely, it should not be idle in the prime of life.
Loose, loose. Strict festival, thick yin. Can always understand agility. High invasion of blue cold, forest pine breeze. The shape of Iraq is like a cover, and it is like a dragon. The wind rustled in the leaves, and the shadow of the moon was heavy. Four seasons often hold gentleman's exercises, and five strains have been sealed by doctors.
Zhuang, Zhuang! Near the bank, near the hill. Blue tile house, white mud wall. Sang Maying, Liu Yu Chengxing. Pheasants crow in bamboo dock, and wild dogs bark in village square. The straw shed in the smoke cage swayed gently, and the field mulberry was shrouded in light fog. There is surplus food at home, chickens and dogs are full, and households have no corvee children.
Month, month! No rest, no rest. Night is born in the east and dawn is destroyed in the west. Reunion is rare, but it is often incomplete. At midnight, it is called Sanqiu Festival. Dark light can be the enemy of severe frost, and bright colors can deceive Xue Rui. Wearing a window in the middle of the night, the breeze suddenly blew, and I was sent away. Bamboo, bamboo! Mountains and valleys. In the southeast, there are extraordinary vegetation. The leaves are thin and strong, and the frost stops sleeping. Bamboo everywhere, bamboo shoots everywhere. The wind struggles for rhyme, and the water in the pool is greener. However, I am looking for a small garden in Geng Xin. I am self-sufficient in my spare time.
Poetry! Poetry! Qi Mei, Qi Huan. On a moonlit night, when the flowers fall. Can help laughter, but also hurt parting. Clear stone resentment, sing ghosts and gods bitter. This world should only be loved by me and only known by you. Since captain Zhang said goodbye to Sue's words, he has never said goodbye to anything.
Summer, summer! After the rain, pavilions. The fan is light, and the frying wind is early. Hand out lapels, play chess and ride horses. The ancient tripod burns dragon saliva, and celebrities paint. When the bamboo is in the wind, the two rows are loose as dark tiles. It is best to sink the plum and float the melon, and unscrew a new one for the golden urn.
Color, color! It is difficult to leave and easy to get confused. Hiding in the boudoir, hiding in the willow. Long-term ambition will destroy the virtue of a gentleman. The late ruler was brilliant, but Zhou Wang was empty and powerful. A knife that hurts people, a thief who kills people across the street. Only then do I know that my eyes are transverse waves, and infinite sages and fools are indulged.
Wind, wind! It is green and red. East, west, north and south. Willow bloom spring, phoenix tree withers in autumn. Cool into the doors, cold added the meaning of hutong. Like drums shaking the earth, like Lei Zhen resounding through the clear sky. Gan Kun cleaned up the dust, but now he is active in the moving cloudy day.
The willow is golden and tender, and the pear flower is fragrant with snow. -Tang Li Bai's "Gong Xing Xing Yin"
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -"The Fisherman" by Don Zhang Hezhi
Recalling Mei-Li Shangyin
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
Lu You-Plum Blossom Poetry
Smell the plum blossoms, there is a breeze, and the four mountains are full of snow.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Lu You —— Plum Blossom Poems (Ⅱ)
The valley is farther north, and bloom is late every year.
Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
Lu You-Plum Blossom Poems (3)
The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the highest integrity is in the flowers.
Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Bai Juyi, a new plum variety
Seven new plums were planted by the pool, and I wanted to wait until the flowers arrived.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
lotus
After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from the four seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Two lotus songs
One of them, like the beauty of Wu, the king of Yue, the king of Yue, the beauty of lotus picking girls, the beauty of lotus picking boats, the lake wet their clothes.
When they came, the lotus led them to the estuary and the moon sent them back to the river.
chrysanthemum
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would throw a peach blossom.
Chrysanthemum-Song Tangwan
I send my heart to Ao Shuang in Dongli, and I don't compete with Amethyst Chunfang.
Pink butterflies are light and thin, and they pillow yellow flowers every night.