The red piles on the green cliff are uneven, and the initial scenery of the small basin is the most peculiar.
Who cleans up Hao Duan, and General Li paints Shaoling poems?
2. Liu Yuanmin's "Queqiao Xianpenmei"
Isolated roots are like sending, and high standards are self-contained. Sit and watch the scenery of the West Lake. A few times I mistakenly thought it was apricot blossom, but I was called into the province by dreams and sweet souls.
Fumigating the stove, reading in spring will last forever. There is no frost and cold moon. From now on, I love short lights and watch them every night.
3. Song Yu's "setting pots and pools"
All day long, I am happy with Jieyu, and I want to compare prices.
I don't need to buy more pots and pans, so I'm lonely and speechless.
4. Don Li Shangyin's Yimei
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.
5. Dai Song Fugu "Hu confesses with a pot"
My son came to wait on me and gave me A Qiu Lan. Barely out of the dust, can ban the wind and expose the cold.
Moving the roots from the rock valley is my case. Raise with water and stones, supplemented by hills.
Just like good friends, hang around in the morning and evening. The fragrance can breathe and fumigate my old lungs and liver.
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China is a kingdom of world poetry. Poets of past dynasties have a special liking for flowers and trees. With concise language and vivid words, they vividly summarized the spiritual character and charm of landscape flowers and trees, and many of them chanted bonsai art.
In the Yuan Dynasty, bonsai was emphasized to be "small but big", and it also required the interest of painting. Xie Zongke wrote in the poem "Pan Mei": "I am lingering in the spring, and I turn around when I am Yan; Jiaozi is frozen, the clouds are frozen, and the bones are thin. 323131335323631343130323136353333e4b893e5b19e313334333. The wind and frost are full of momentum and the heart of stone is nine times; Just give up for Dong Jun and don't teach a hundred flowers to blossom. "
In the Qing dynasty, bonsai flowers were not only loved by the people, but also occupied a place in the court. Kangxi wrote in "Ode to Liu Hua, a Royal Bonsai": "The branches of small trees are a little red, and the wind is mixed in June; The coral flowers in the green leaves are suspected to have gold in silver. " Against the backdrop of the coral scenery in the basin, the charming Liu Hua is very vivid.
2. Poems describing "bonsai" What poems describe "bonsai" are:
1, "Tribal tiger takes a pot of Qiu Lan as a confession"
Song: Dai Fugu.
My son came to wait on me and gave me A Qiu Lan. Barely out of the dust, can ban the wind and expose the cold.
Moving the roots from the rock valley is my case. Raise with water and stones, supplemented by hills.
Just like good friends, hang around in the morning and evening. The fragrance can breathe and fumigate my old lungs and liver.
But a dozen, nine.
2, "and flowers Weng basin plum"
Song: Du Fan
Juejian moved to the city park and sold flowers. A bunch of flat bodies are all heart-turning, with cracked skin and marks on their hands.
I want to ask why the solitary root is so steep. The cold wind festival should be safe and sound, and Lu Wu should know that he has his own respect.
3. "Hongmei"
Song: Su Shi
Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open.
Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.
4. Yimei
Tang Dynasty: 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.
5. Newly planted plums
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
There are seven new plums planted on the side, and they should be checked when they arrive.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
3. The poem about bonsai "The Beauty of Queqiao Fairy Pot"
Year: Yuan Author: Liu Minzhong
Isolated roots are like sending, and high standards are self-contained. Sit and watch the scenery of the West Lake. A few times I mistakenly thought it was apricot blossom, but I was called into the province by dreams and sweet souls.
Fumigating the stove, reading in spring will last forever. There is no frost and cold moon. From now on, I love short lights and watch them every night.
Thoughts on potted orchids after lunch
Year: Song Author:
There is a bottle of wine in the mountain and a pot of orchids in front of it.
Blue shadow is drunk, and doubt is the soul of Xiangyuan.
The meaning of drunkenness is not to drink and read Li Sao, but to recruit Xiangyuan.
Fragrance is far from being recruited, and peaches and plums are full of branches.
Spring has been like this, so it's hard to talk about it.
Chat and borrow a glass of wine to soak this orchid root fragrance.
It's still a thousand years later, when the fragrance is full and the Kun is dry.
"Hu takes a pot as a confession"
Year: Song Author:
My son came to wait on me and gave me A Qiu Lan.
Barely out of the dust, can ban the wind and expose the cold.
Moving the roots from the rock valley is my case.
Raise with water and stones, supplemented by hills.
Just like good friends, hang around in the morning and evening.
The fragrance can breathe and fumigate my old lungs and liver.
But a dozen, nine.
Lotus in basin
Year: Song Author: Yuan Shuoyou
Roots are tied in pots, flowers hang lotus.
Thin and deep courtyard, low and half window wind.
Dip in the water to coagulate Cui, and when Xuan tries to blush.
Although the chemical industry is weak, it is still a small lotus.
Trees in the basin
Year: Meta Author: Wang Mian
The camel is sick. Who can tell the government in the future?
What is the essence of life?
Tong Tong's knot covered Lv Yun, and his skin became worm lines.
You are as important as a treasure, and you are the right guest.
Always enjoy yourself, try hard and be a good person.
Self-pity has no way to meet the spring breeze, and I am ashamed that Jingzhen is so sweet.
Some people say that this tree is loved, and I am only sad to be tortured by it.
Since there is nothing to ask for, why are you so flattering?
Well, what's so strange about its players?
Can't you see that the beard of Shijiashan is tall and expensive? Where are the root plants today?
I don't think the flowers and trees in Li See are more precious than others. The weeds in this autumn are faint.
Cabbage, Yao Huang has splendid beauty. How many offspring can you see?
Life is full of virtue, but what is the entertainment of eyes and ears?
I know everything has a destiny, so I don't listen to nature?
The plain Taigu soil is infinite, and the oak tree can be combined with the sky.
Which tree should be planted here, and a small device can play a big role?
May you move to Changlin and become Liang Dong in the future.
Pity basin pine
Year: Song Author: Ai Xingfu
Everything between heaven and earth has its own capacity.
Great and majestic, in this basin.
Hey, Ur, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Black Dragon.
Laugh at me, but I can't be alone.
Hui, the owner of Xiedong Garden, was kept in a purple stone basin.
Year: Song Author:
You Ren skillfully cut the purple glaze and saved more than a foot in the middle.
The strange stones embedded in rocks and moss are ancient. They sat in my house and moved into my house.
Four seasons in the basin
Year: Song Author: He Yinglong
A tree was planted on the spinning moon. Who planted it the next day?
Jin Ying is like a bright moon, once round and once open.
Penmei
Year: Song Author: Shi Shu
Who moved here to plant the tree in front of Bai Yutang?
Seeing and teaching, full of meaning, calls back the sun.
Dance films are in doubt, so stay fragrant until the moon is bright.
Only the standard should be good, only for the cold of that year.
Guo orange
Year: Song Author:
Lazy set up a wooden slave at the head of the river and chatted with the green beads in the pottery basin.
Why bother your parents to win or lose? Only in this way can you realize that goodness is happiness.
4. The ancient poem 1 describing bonsai shows that the red folds of Cui Ya are uneven, and the first scenery of small pots is the most strange.
Source: From Lu You's Homesickness.
Meaning: The red piles in Cui Ya are uneven, and the initial shadows of small basins are the most peculiar.
2, spend all day with Jieyu Lotus, floating flowers want to compare prices.
Origin: From Zhao Xifeng's "He Bought Pots and Chilian".
Moral: a day's happiness is accompanied by a lotus flower, which is 1000 yuan worse than the price.
3. My son is waiting for me.
Barely out of the dust, can ban the wind and expose the cold.
Source: Confessions of a Tribal Tiger with a Pot of Qiu Lan by Dai Fugu.
My children come to serve me and provide me with A Qiu orchid. The chic dust posture can prevent the wind from dew and chill.
4, lingering in spring, cracking moss, turning cold and fragrant.
Source: Pan Mei by Xie Zongke.
Moral: it tore off the moss around spring, and the cold fragrance rolled around at the end of the year.
5, solitary roots, high standards. Sit and watch the scenery of the West Lake.
A few times I mistakenly thought it was apricot blossom, but I was called into the province by dreams and sweet souls.
Source: From Liu Minzhong's "Queqiao Xianpenmei".
My roots are like mail, and my standards are very high. Sit and watch the scenery of the West Lake. How many times I mistakenly thought it was apricot blossom, which was called province by dreams and fragrant souls.
5. Poems about bonsai and couplet poets chanting bonsai all started from painting. "Tang Fengzhi Notebook Beads" says: "Wang Wei used yellow porcelain to preserve orchids and raise beautiful stones for many years." It can be seen that the poet Wang Wei once made bonsai with mountains and rivers orchids, making it a three-dimensional painting. Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem about bonsai: "One or two bluestones, three or four white lilies, send them to Dongluo, and let your heart go with things." The ancient wood leans against the wind, under the lotus pond ... "The poet's love for bonsai can be seen. Du Fu's bonsai poems are even more amazing: "One room has merits, and the three peaks stand out from the crowd. I am suspicious in the wild and want to make clouds in the secluded place. " The poet's freehand brushwork of flying peaks, deep valleys and clouds is full of natural wildness.
In the Song Dynasty, the literati chanted bonsai more vigorously. Su Dongpo, a bonsai lover, wrote many poems about bonsai: "Five peaks and a thousand peaks, nine flowers and a pot of today;" Look at the three peaks of the smoke cloud, all of which are in the palm of the fairy. "Su Dongpo loves bonsai, which is insane. In the poem "Double Stones", he said: "When dreaming, it is good to feel wrong, so I am obsessed with myself. But seeing that Yufeng was too white, I went to Emei from Niao Road. Autumn wind smoke like clouds, and morning light makes trees like grass. I don't know where it is, and the old man really wants to live in Qiu Chi. "
There are also many good poems chanting bonsai in Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. Ding Henian, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, said, "It's like a misty sky, and the sun and the moon are bright in the lake. Others are not surprised by their narrow-minded ideas and have never stood tall. " It embodies the artistic feeling that bonsai sees the big from the small, giving people the view that Wan Li is close at hand, while the square inch is the rigor of distinguishing thousands of miles away.