Li Bai's Simple Chrysanthemum Poems

Chrysanthemums were planted in Huang Chao in the Tang Dynasty, and the wind was rustling in the west, but it was hard to find cold-scented butterflies. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Finally, on September 8th, Don Juan Chao stayed in Qiu Lai, and I was killed in Bloom. 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. Painting chrysanthemums, in Zheng Sixiao in Song Dynasty, is in full bloom, not a hundred flowers. Independent hedging is endless. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. Praise the bright and humble lime, and beat the country with great efforts. When the fire started, it was idle. Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world. Banqiao, Zheng Qing, Zhu Yong insists that Qingshan does not relax, and its roots are originally in broken rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Modern and contemporary Lu Xun's self-titled portrait of Lingtai, there is no way to escape the arrow, and the storm is like a gloomy home. I sent a message to Han Xing, and I want to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. Untitled Modern and contemporary children in Mao Zedong are determined to leave the countryside, and they will never return until they become famous. Mulberry fields don't need to bury bones, and life is everywhere. Seven ancient, modern and contemporary Mao Zedong sit alone in the pond like tigers, nurturing its spirit in the shade. If I don't speak first in spring, which bug dares to be quiet. B. pastoral scenery belongs to the countryside. Tao Yuanming lived in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and there were few people in the wild. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise the sky. Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted. Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet. It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu. Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day. The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame. Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? In spring, the village is the spring pigeon singing of the Tang family, and the apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. It's just that Wang Weiping of the Tang Dynasty lived on the water of Qi, and there were no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people. What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. Autumn rain in the countryside is a matter of Tang Geng's desert, with heavy clouds and heavy rain. For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook. Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning. Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. The four seasons are mixed with Fan Chengda Li Jinxing's fat and wheat and cabbage's flowers are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. The four seasons are idyllic and prosperous. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda threw thrush into the forest, with few tourists and mountains in front of it. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory In Song Dynasty, the newly-built fields in Fan Chengda were flat and muddy, and every family plowed rice but the frost was clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. In Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda performed day and night, and the children in the village were in charge of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. C. homesickness, quiet night, Tang Libai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to friends in the river, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao in the Tang Dynasty accumulated homesickness, and the world gathered in turmoil. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow from the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng Ancient Town visited the site of Ronghong's old country in the Tang Dynasty in autumn, and boarded a boat to visit the old place. Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the customer turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves. Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves. And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums. Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.