1. Poems about flowers and their interpretations
Lotus: emerges from the mud but remains unstained, is the gentleman of flowers, and is a symbol of elegance and purity (such as Zhou Dunyi's "Love") "Lotus"); in some poems, it is also a symbol of love, because "Lotus" has the same pronunciation as "Lian", which means love (such as "Xizhou Song" by Yuefu in the Southern Dynasties).
Plum blossoms: They are not afraid of severe cold in winter and difficult environment, and their fragrance floats. Even if they fall apart, their fragrance remains the same. They are noble heroes and messengers of spring (such as Lu You's "Bu Suanzi Yong Mei").
Chrysanthemum: Ling Han Aoshuang, a noble person, also symbolizes the aloof hermit (such as Tao Yuanming's "Drinking").
Peony: The flowers bloom warmly and brilliantly, creating a prosperous scene and an atmosphere of wealth. They are a symbol of luxury and wealth.
Yanghua: Flying in the wind, light and easy to change, it is a symbol of frivolity and unfaithfulness.
Orchid: It is known as "orchid in the empty valley" and is a symbol of elegance, nobility and dust-free.
Peach blossom: symbolizes beauty, "the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other's red"
Lilac: symbolizes sorrow or complex, such as "since farewell to Nanpu, I am worried about seeing lilac knots"
< p> Osmanthus: Symbolizes reunion, "the fragrance of osmanthus on August 15th"Maple leaf: Symbolizes good luck, maple leaves not only turn red in autumn, and have the beautiful scenery of "frost leaves are as red as February flowers", but also because "Maple" and "feng" have the same pronunciation as "feng", so it means "feng". In many pictures, a monkey is drawn perching on a tree, and there is a beehive on the tree, which also means "feng".
Apricot blossom: symbolizes happiness and contentment. "Xing" and "Xing" are homophonic.
Narcissus: a symbol of good luck in the coming year. "Darcissus" literally means "fairy in the water". Because it blooms just before and after the Spring Festival (the Lunar New Year), it is also called the "new year flower", so it becomes the flower of the coming year. A fitting sign of good luck.
Tulip: Confession of love, honor, and eternal blessing.
Lily: success, wishes come true, blessings, nobility.
Morning glory: love, calmness, illusion.
Mulberry and Catalpa: Symbolizing hometown. "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya" records: "We must show respect to mulberry and catalpa trees." This means that the mulberry and catalpa trees in our hometown were planted by our parents, and we must show respect to them. Later generations often use sangzi to refer to their hometown. 2. Poems about peony~
1. "Sentiment of Peony Flowers to the Master" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Today, there are red peony flowers in front of the stairs. Some of them are old and some are new.
When you start, you don’t know how to compare colors. When you fall behind, you realize that it’s like an illusory body. How many places has the Buddhist monk visited? I want to ask the Master about the remaining flowers.
2. "The peony flowers are blooming in front of the hall of Youcheng, Wang Wei, and I feel sad" by Qian Qi, Tang Dynasty. The peony flowers are blooming out of the old fence, and I look at them again with my spring shirt covering my tears. If the owner is not here, the flowers will grow, which is better than the green pines keeping the cold weather.
3. "Song of Peony" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. There are beautiful flowers blooming in my father-in-law's courtyard, and no ordinary tree competes for the beauty of spring. The green stems and red stamens are blessed with the power of heaven. This favor does not belong to the Huang Zhong family.
Warm, ripe and delicious, it seems like a gentleman with a smile and no words. The frost knife cuts your heavenly daughter's toil, why should you bow your head and learn from peaches and plums?
The charming and foolish maidservants have no spirituality, and they come here to join each other in their spring clothes. If I want to turn my cheeks red, the green window will rub all over the bronze mirror.
A statue of spring wine is as sweet as wine, and no one knows how happy my father-in-law is. Who is the drunken singer in front of the flowers? Han Tuizhi, the crazy boy from Chu.
4. "The Peony in Front of the Stage" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. All flowers fade with time, and beauty is gorgeous in the morning. The red wine is drunk with thick dew, and the remaining spring remains graceful.
Watching the sunset alone, the wind is shaking frequently. The fragrance of the night window makes me feel intimate when I lie down in the secluded space.
I would like to send this gift to Qin Wei, the people of Youyou South. 5. "Cao Ci Bi meets the first bloom of peony" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. After giving up the imperial edict of grass and purple mud, he began to recite poems about red medicine.
After the prefix is ??marshaled, when the flower mouth is opened. If you sit facing the hook curtain for a long time, you will be slow to walk and observe.
Two or three bushes are rotten, and twelve leaves are staggered. The sun room at the back is slightly gathered, and the flowers on the steps are spinning.
The hairpin pricks the blue buttocks, and the pink pistil touches the yellow silk. The turbulence is endless, and the strength is exhausted.
Looking back at the Zhou Dynasty is not enough, which is more difficult than the edict. In the cinnabar, there is a flaming flag.
Tongyun has nothing left, and crimson silk has nothing left. It's sunny and demeanor, but it still sleeps in the dew.
The scent of fragrance is like rouge in tears. If you want to stay with me, you won’t complain about anyone.
I should worry about the sunset tomorrow, just like I hate the next year. The calyx is covered with mud, and the branches are surrounded by rose thorns.
There is no winner among equals, only the eyes and the heart know. 6. "Paeony" by Zhang Mi of the Tang Dynasty. The fragrance is clear and the powder is dry, resenting the end of spring, and the wings of butterflies and bees fall in love with the stamen dust.
Leaning leisurely in the evening wind creates a sense of despair, and staying in silence late in the day to learn the rules. Don't treat pomegranates as green suo, so that they can be close neighbors with roses.
If you follow Mu Yu, you should be worried about killing the separated people. 7. "Qing Ping Le Zhang Xiu Shi Peony Poems" Yuan Dynasty. Liu Minzhong Peony flowers fall.
The east wind is evil in the dream. See Jun's red peony.
Forget all the sorrow of spring. The fragrance comes every step of the way across the wall.
Several clusters are fully opened for me. Fighting towards the colorful clouds, lying together on the moss when drunk.
8. "Poem of Peony and Peony in the Residence of Prime Minister Li Prime Minister Xu Zida" by Hong Yan, Song Dynasty. Three springs are like a passing shadow, and a smile is life.
Qiluo is not jealous of the beauty of the city, and it is difficult for bees and butterflies to peek into the prime minister's home. The capital has been suffering from dizziness and disease for ten years, and it is pitiful that the wind and rain fall and the morning glow falls.
9. "Red Peony" Wang Zhe of the Yuan Dynasty This Wang Zhe knows the bright and sees the chrysanthemum. He named him Chongyangzi.
Just rely on each other. But every time I have to compose poems, my writing will come naturally without stopping.
When the fragrance arises in the heart and the Immortal Sutra is printed, it will penetrate the upside down world. Then it goes through and turns upside down.
Get good causes early and promote profound things quickly. Mysterious, mysterious and wonderful things can be tested in detail.
Another meal of mushrooms. The white qi causes the upper and lower parts to become full and full, and the golden elixir is knotted and refined into a treasure.
Live forever depending on the season and place, and live on ten continents and three islands. 10. "Red Peony" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty. The peony blooms in red silk, and the fence is woven with green thread.
The golden stamens are curled up in rich silk, and the high flame serves as a furnace fire. The Jian is carved with red clouds, and the opening is wrapped in red clouds.
The smoke is as light as glass leaves, and the wind is as soft as coral flowers. Her appearance is low due to exposure, and she is charming and graceful to others.
The blushing girl cried after getting drunk, and the little girl sat in makeup. The beautiful brocade is not as good as the beautiful peach.
The clear clouds are about to disappear, and the sorrow will fall in the evening. Who is the root of the knot? I am the one who enjoys it.
It’s hard to think too much about the gift. Others: Peony and cloves were planted in my hands, and I walked around a thousand times before leaving.
Outsiders should blame it for finding it difficult to say goodbye, as they always get it from the mountains. The peony clusters are red, and the daylily clusters are green.
The curtains are rolled up and the wind blows away, and the swallows return, still in the same room. The koji is unfamiliar when I am poor, but it is familiar when I smell the green slave.
Sweeping the floor and burning incense to accompany the old immortal, a person is better than a jade ring. Peony fights with new makeup, and willows fly with light snow.
I have told Donghuang that I am determined to stay here until spring comes. The situation is that the family of banished immortals has its own secret to longevity.
The alchemist called to borrow a jade toad and wanted to suck the moon out of the cup. The peony blossoms are blooming and spring is over.
The red light fragrance is dry, and the butterflies are fascinated by the flowers. The formation is clear and people are trapped.
After the clouds disperse, there is no trace of regret. Small print golden book frequency and questions.
He may not be able to believe that he is sincere. Thousands of knots and soft intestines are filled with sorrow.
The weight of Dianchai is similar in several days. Today there are red peony flowers in front of the steps, some of which are old and some are new.
When you start, you don’t know how to compare colors. When you fall behind, you realize that it’s like an illusory body. How many places has the Buddhist monk visited? I want to ask the Master about the remaining flowers.
Peony flowers bloom out of the old fence, and I look at them again with my spring shirt covering my tears. If the owner is not here, the flowers will grow, which is better than the green pines keeping the cold weather.
The peony was newly planted and several flowers bloomed in the garden. The east wind and restraint are reserved for the arrival of the fine king.
The peony blooms in red silk, and the fence is woven with green thread. The golden stamens are curled up in rich silk, and the high flame serves as a furnace fire.
The jian is carved with red clouds, and the opening is wrapped in red clouds. The smoke is light and the glass leaves are soft, and the wind is as soft as coral flowers.
The appearance is depressed due to exposure, and the person is charming and graceful. She was drunk and crying, and her little girl was sitting in makeup.
Beautiful brocade is not as good as beautiful peaches. The clear clouds are about to disappear in fear, and the sorrow will fall in the evening.
Who is the root of the knot plant? I am the one who enjoys it. I'm sorry to think too much about picking it up, but I can't help but give you the fruit.
I chant peony poems leisurely and frown for a long time. Panxiao looked back far away, her slender shirt was late to be straightened into a bun.
Rediscover the spring day dream, smile at the light flower branches. The little mayor lives in the tomb, who knows about Feilang? Peony small screen.
The saliva is green and long. The powdery fragrance still smells like old makeup.
The jade pendant Ding Dongxian steps far away, and the benefits are unforgettable. A hasty tribute to Gaotang.
It is ultimately desolate. The cool toad flies into the acacia bed.
I won’t think about it until I get to meet Huayin again. 3. Ancient poems conveying feelings
"A Chance Encounter/Reporting Heartfelt Love"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: He Zhu
Colorful mountains surge into the sky. The flute and drum are boiling in the spring breeze. Gui'e calls back to the clear day, holding the treasure hibiscus. Long step barrier, small sarong. Encounter by chance. It’s better to smile when wearing bright makeup, conveying feelings in hidden words, and half-drunk and awake.
"Treading on the Shasha·Willow Eyes Tells Love"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zeng Xie
Willow Eyes conveys love, but Hua Xin frowns with hatred. The spring breeze blows everywhere. The red curtain is rolled up across the screen, and the servant girl's clothes are half off.
The swallows are singing and the orioles are singing, and the days are getting longer and people are sleepy. There is no news from Yu Shen Yan. The sound of pipa is chaotic, the seals are slanting, and the smoke is slanting, and no one asks for help.
Spring rivers are covered with snow and plum blossoms are blooming. Small sample of fragrant sandalwood, bright jade, slender hands. Soon. Turn to new sound and slide down Lingling Mountain. The music conveys feelings, and it is more like and respectful of wine. The letters were poured out, and the meeting was as old as before. Missing each other after farewell, remembering the willow tree in front of Min Zheng Hall. Do you know? Another fight, a bout of weight loss. 4. Poems describing flowers
Red Plums Su Shi Every year, the red plum blossoms are blooming, and they are about to bloom again by the riverside.
Cherish the sentimental Guan Yiling, and bring spring with your roots. Recalling Plum Blossoms by Li Shangyin Determined to live at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things.
Winter plum blossoms are the most hated ones, often used as last year’s flowers. Newly Planted Plum Blossoms By Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plum blossoms are planted by the pond. I will check them when they are about to bloom.
Don’t be afraid of peach and plum envy in Changzhou, this year will be a good year for you. Exploring the Plum Blossoms by Yang Wanli It’s amazing to take a walk in the mountains, it’s late at night and light twilight.
One plum blossom blooms on a branch, but annoyingly it is on the highest branch. Peach blossoms: The grass is green and the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms have the fragrance of plum blossoms. (Jia Zhi's "Spring Thoughts") The peach blossoms chase the poplar flowers and fall, and the yellow birds sometimes fly.
(Du Fu's "Wine in Qujiang") The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, where is the cave on the clear stream? (Zhang Xu's "Peach Blossom Stream") The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green contains the spring smoke. (Wang Wei's "Pastoral") Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. (Cui Hu's "Ti Capital Nanzhuang") The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear (yǎo), and there is no other world than this world.
(Li Bai's "Questions and Answers in the Mountains") Where the peaches and plums compete for fragrance, only the old plum has a calm mind. (Ming Dynasty Wang Mian's "Picture of Ink Plum Blossoms") Narcissus: Send off to his brother-in-law Yuan Deshi (Tang Dynasty) Dou Qun The Narcissus was on the way to the south and boarded the boat. There was a guest in the west wall who was thinking about leisurely.
Because it is the official intention of the king to ask, he will not sell the adjacent mausoleum to bear the burden of Guo Tian. Farewell at Dawn in Banqiao (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin Looking back at Gaocheng and Xiaohe River, the window of the pavilion is pressing the microwave.
The narcissus wants to go to the carp, and the hibiscus sheds many red tears in one night. Shui Xian Cao (Tang Dynasty) Li Xian used big waves to beat the flowing water, and there were many strange birds and beasts in Pengshan.
The heart of the piano is neither happy nor frightened. How can the strings be eased and the claws calmed? Narcissus misty came to greet him, and Boya became famous from then on. The loose wood in Yiyang is empty and light, and the sound of the heavy flower ax is known.
The tangled silk threads become desolate, and the harmonious harmony leads to the excitement. At the bottom of the finger, the former king cultivated his love for a long time, and at the end of the song, the world was said to be at peace.
Later generations pass on their good deeds, but sometimes the sound is not enough. The mountains and rivers are green at first and the mountains are green again.
Cheng Lian went to the sea to transfer favors, how could it be that he originally had no desires! The music is in nature, not in Hui Jin Jiang Zhen Yu. 1..On the Double Ninth Festival, come and take care of the chrysanthemums.
(Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village") 2. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon") 3. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 4. The flowers splash with tears when feeling the time, and the birds are frightened when they hate others. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.
(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 6. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. (Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple") 7. Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches.
(Du Fu: "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers") 8. Helpless, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu: Huanxisha) 9. In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat.
(Zhang Zhihe: "Yu Ge Zi") 10. I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming") Poems about flowers (with the word "flower") The moon is melting in the pear courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond.
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish are fat in peach blossoms and flowing water. When the lonely mountain of heaven and earth rests again, when will the plum blossoms be cultivated?
My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossom still smiles in the east wind. People don't last a hundred days, and flowers don't last a hundred days.
There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two kinds of sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frown and feel it again. When I cherish spring, I am often afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless red flowers falling.
How much hatred was in my dream last night. It's still like visiting Shangyuan in the old days.
The carriages are like flowing water, the horses are like dragons, the flowers and moon are in the spring breeze. The flowers have faded and are red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day, the moon was shining on the willow branches, and people were waiting around after dusk.
Yong Mei (Wang Anshi) There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone; I know it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. Hibiscus on Qian's Pond (Wen Zhengming) In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are gone, and the hibiscus is wandering in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the abundant water, and the setting sun still brings mist and sadness. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows and brings the golden city to autumn. Looking at each other. Not used to hurt the old age, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond. Ode to Furong in the Southern Dynasties·Liang·Shen Yue The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red. Ancient style of Tang Dynasty·Li Bai Bihe is quiet The spring, the morning sun is bright and fresh. The autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and the dense leaves are surrounded by green smoke. The color and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering in this red and fragrant year. Lu You's Plum Blossom Quatrains I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning wind, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains.
How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man? Early Plum Blossoms Liu Zongyuan Early plum blossoms bloom on tall trees, reflecting the blue sky.
The late morning breeze carries the night fragrance, and the heavy frost nourishes the dawn. If you want to give me a gift from thousands of miles away, you will be separated by mountains and rivers.
There is no need to comfort distant guests when Han Ying is in ruins.
Red Plum Blossoms by Su Shi Every year, red plum blossoms are blooming, and they are about to bloom again by the riverside.
Cherish the sentimental Guan Yiling, and bring spring with your roots. Recalling Plum Blossoms by Li Shangyin Determined to live at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things. 5. Complete poems about flowers
Poems about flowers Ode to Plum Blossoms (Wang Anshi) There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone; I know it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Hibiscus on Qian's Pond (Wen Zhengming) In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are gone, and the hibiscus is wandering in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings mist and sadness. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows. Autumn brings Jincheng. Looking at each other is useless and hurts the old age. There is a unique kind of tranquility in the pond. Ode to Furong in the Southern Dynasties·Liang·Shen Yue The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red. Plum King Anshi There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I don't know that there is no snow in the distance, but there is a secret fragrance coming.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a poem about plum blossoms Wang Anshi Huafa is happy to see plum blossoms in spring, and one of them is piled high with snow on the roadside. He recalled the old days on the southern road in Fengcheng, and it was difficult for Xiangyao to come with the post envoy.
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 1 -) Lu You heard the plum blossoms whirling in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 2) The branches in the deep valley are more northerly, and the flowers bloom late every year. Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know that it is the time when the ice and snow accumulate?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 3) The snow blows and the wind blows louder and louder, The integrity of the flowers is the strongest. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.
Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown. Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, have the winter plum blossoms bloomed yet? Recalling the Plum Blossoms by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, I am determined to stay at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things.
Winter plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year’s flowers. Plum Blossoms on the River by Wang Shi of the Tang Dynasty I suddenly saw plum trees blooming on the Han River.
I don’t know that spring is early, so I suspect it is a bead maker. "Tingmei Yong" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. Early flowers often suffer from cold, and complex fruits are often bitter and sour.
Why is it that it’s spring and you’re sitting there in the dark? Yaotao is smiling at each other, and the wandering prostitute is willing to look back! When you ask about adjusting the golden tripod, you realize that it is difficult to make the right taste. Mo Mei, Yuan Dynasty, Wang Mian. The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are blooming with faint ink marks.
Don't let anyone praise the good color, just leave Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemums" The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would repay the peach blossoms with blooming everywhere. Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemums" Wait until autumn comes On September 8th, after my flowers have bloomed, hundreds of flowers will be killed. The incense towering to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is wearing golden armor. Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum" The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping. It is not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed. "Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Gu Wang and Sun can't compare it to basil, and the branches are close to the mane in nine days. The wet autumn fragrance of dew fills the pond bank, and the origin is not envious of the tall tiles. Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" Lonely East The fence is wet with dew, and the golden dimple shines on the sand in front of it. The children of the world have no high charm, they only see the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. After retreating from the chariot, snobbish friends cannot come to the door. Liu Kezhuang's "Chrysanthemum" Shame is the same as the beauty of spring flowers, and they are cultivated diligently and wait for the west wind. There is no need to lead Yuan to understand this, and there will be a few clumps along the fence. Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum" Flowers are blooming Instead of being surrounded by hundreds of flowers, the independent sparse hedges are more interesting. I would rather die with the fragrance of the branches than to be blown by the north wind! Chen Pei's "Slender Chrysanthemums for a Little Maid" The thin chrysanthemums are built along the steps, and the eaves are so deep that it is difficult to bear the exposure. Mo Yan's roots are weak, and the autumn weather is cold when the feet are turned. Zhu Shuzhen's "Yellow Flowers" The native flowers can be white or red, and you can love this in the late festival. Worker. I would rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind. Tao Yuanming drinks wine - Chapter 5: The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of horses and carriages. How can you do this? My heart is far away. I am picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and I can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. Li Qingzhao compared himself with chrysanthemums and wrote "Wine on the east fence" After dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. There is no way to quell the soul. The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Liu Yuxi and Linghu Xianggong played with white chrysanthemums. Every chrysanthemum has turned yellow, and the Liang Garden is as lonely as frost. The quiet and beautiful trees are clearly opposite to each other. Yutang. The immortals are covered with snow cloaks, while the plain girls are not dressed in red. It is hard to see the white butterflies when they come, and the linen clothes are more fragrant. The feather fans are shaken in the wind, containing dew and drops of nectar. The high beauty covers the silver well, and the branches cover the bed. The osmanthus bushes are mixed together, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom. The pistil is jealous of the beauty of the past. One person chants Yaohua, and the music will play from now on. Yuan Song's chrysanthemums are planted on the secluded cliff, and the young ones are soaring in the cold. The spring dew does not stain, and the autumn frost does not change the lines. Bai Juyi's Double Ninth Festival feast is full of white chrysanthemums, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are golden. There is a solitary bush in the middle that is as bright as frost. It still looks like today's singing and drinking banquet, where the young people are playing. Recalling the chrysanthemums of Wujun (Xue Baochai), looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the polygonum red reeds are white and the heart is broken. The old garden with empty fence has no trace of autumn, and the body is thin. The moon is clear and the frost is dreaming of knowing. I think about it and return to the wild geese. I sit alone and listen to the late anvil. Who pities me for my yellow flower disease? I will comfort you by saying that I will see you again during the Double Ninth Festival. Visit Ju Yihong Gongzi (Jia Baoyu) and take advantage of the frost and clear time to take a trip. , don't leave the wine cup and medicine cup soaked. Whose family is planting it before the frost and under the moon? Where is the sorrow outside the fence? The wax clogs come from afar and are loved, but the cold chanting is not enough. If the yellow flower expresses pity for the poet, don't bear the burden of hanging the head of the staff today. Mr. Yihong planted chrysanthemums in the autumn garden with his hoe. He planted them by the fence in front of the courtyard. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today he is still happy to bloom with frost. He recited a thousand poems about autumn colors in the cold, and drank a glass of cold-flavored wine while drunk. I am diligent in protecting the mud seal, so I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust. I am an old friend of chrysanthemum pillow Xia Xiangyun (Shi Xiangyun) The other garden is more precious than gold, one bush is light and the other is deep. Ketou sits by the sparse fence, hugging his knees in the cool fragrance Yin. In the past few years, there is no one who can be proud of the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows the truth. The autumn light is fleeting, and it is better to cherish the shade. I offer chrysanthemum pillows to Xia, old friends playing piano and drinking wine, and they are happy together. Several cases are decorated with Tingting. The incense is divided into three parts. The road is dew, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch. The frost clears the paper tent and brings new dreams, and the cold and setting sun recalls the old travels. The pride of the world is also due to the same smell, the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums. Ode to the Chrysanthemum Xiaoxiang Concubine (Lin Daiyu) The rogue poetry demon invades at dusk, The stone around the fence is silent and the sound is falling. The beauty is written in the frost, and the mouth is full of fragrance and chanting to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, and who can explain the autumn heart in a few words. Since Tao Lingping Zhang, the high wind has been spoken of through the ages to the present. Painting the chrysanthemums and Wujun's poems and playing with pens that don't know how to be wild, how can it be a contest of painting and greening. The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of ink, and the gathered flowers are stained with a few traces of frost. The light and dense shadow of the wind, escapes the fragrance of the wrists of autumn. Mo Looking at the east fence for leisurely picking, sticking to the screen to chat to comfort the Double Ninth Festival. Asking about the chrysanthemum Xiaoxiang concubine wants to know about the autumn mood, but everyone knows nothing about it, muttering with hands behind her hands and knocking on the east fence. Who is hiding with the lonely Biao proud of the world, the same flowers bloom at the end? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden, and the crickets return home to miss lovesickness? Don't talk about the world without talking about it, why not explain it in a few words. The hairpin, chrysanthemum and banana are leaving the guests (Jia Tanchun) The vase is used to plant fences every day, so don't recognize the makeup in the mirror. The young master of Chang'an is obsessed with flowers, Mr. Peng Ze is Drunkard. The short temples are covered with cold dew, and the fragrance of kudzu is dyed with autumn frost. The high emotions are not in the eye of the time, and I clap my hands and laugh at the roadside. The chrysanthemum shadow pillows the clouds, old friends, the autumn light overlaps, and the potential sneaks away three paths. Center. The sparse lamps between the windows describe the distance and the near, and the moonlight locks are broken through the fence. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, and the frost seal conveys the dream. The dream is empty. The cherished dark fragrance will not be trampled to pieces, who can recognize the hazy eyes with drunkenness. The chrysanthemum dream of Xiaoxiang Concubine beside the fence Autumn has a deep sleep, and the moon is indistinguishable from the clouds. Climbing to immortality is not like admiring the village to produce butterflies. Reminiscing about the past, I still look for Tao Lingmeng. Go to sleep. 6. Poems about flowers
1. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom.
2. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
3. The breeze shakes the green ring, and the cool dew drops on the beryl.
4. Good faith spreads across thousands of miles in my hometown, and the peach blossoms are still red in my dreams.
5. The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
6. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
7. The small building listened to the spring rain last night, and the deep alley sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.
8. The leaves are endlessly green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red against the sun.
9. When all the poplar flowers have fallen, Zigui cries, and I hear the dragon marking the way across the Five Streams.
10. Zigui birds were heard in Shu, and azaleas were seen in Xuancheng.
11. See the pear blossoms with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonia flowers half with the morning rain.
12. Just when the sunflowers bloom, the bees are noisy. The dream butterfly is gone while sitting high on the pillow.
13. How about thousands of miles, the breeze blows Landu.
14. Reading peonies by the bridge, you will know who you are born for every year.
15. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the store with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste.
16. The east wind accompanies the rose, but when it comes to the rose, spring is already cold.
17. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers bloom in autumn.
18. Orchid leaves are lush in spring, and sweet-scented osmanthus is bright in autumn.
19. The red peony in front of the steps was melancholy, but only two branches were left in the evening.
20. The gates and lanes of the villages and gardens are all similar, and there are orange-leaf flowers everywhere in the spring breeze. 7. Poems about flowers
1. When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears. ——Cao Xueqin
2. There are endless flowers on the tree. The rain brings new beauty. Three hundred and sixty days is the time when the flowers fall. ——Chen Baochen
3. The ancient palace is lonely, and the palace flowers are lonely and red. ——Yuan Zhen
4. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. Poems about flowers.
5. The wild flowers gradually become enchanting, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. ——Bai Juyi
6. Flowers fly and thousands of sorrows are like the sea.
7. A hundred red flowers are burning, and there are five bunches of flowers.
8. The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
9. The willow color is golden and tender, and the pear blossoms are white and fragrant.
10. Even if you are diligent, you can draw a cobweb on the eaves and make the sun fly like catkins.
11. Spring is here to stay. Seeing the arrival of spring, the fragrant grass at the end of the world loses its way back and complains about the spring without saying a word. Poems about flowers.
12. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. ——Gong Zizhen
13. Falling flowers and flying catkins have always been a source of sadness. ——Wen Tingshi 8. Verses that use flowers to describe things in ancient poems
Who cut and carved thousands of piles of snow on the ground to make this continuous sky flower (describing snowflakes)
There are flowers but no flowers The hatred of the moon is boundless, and the hatred will grow longer if there are no flowers in the moon.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. (depicting leaves)
The hibiscus on the embroidered face opens up with a smile, and the duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks.
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens on both sides of the face. (writes the face)
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
\The famous flowers make the two countries happy, and they look so beautiful that the king smiles.
\ Drunken Peony Branches (Swallow Tower) (Writing about a Woman)
When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches. (Snow)
There is no talent or thought in the flowering elm pods, only The sky is full of snow. (catkins)
There are flying flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold east wind keeps the willows leaning (describing poplar catkins)
The full lotus petals fall before the wind, and the peach blossoms rain. Houjiao. (describing litchi film)
Zheng Gu's "Farewell to Friends on the Huaihe River": "The Yangliu spring at the head of the Yangtze River, the Yanghuachou kills the people crossing the river. Several bagpipes left the pavilion late, and you came to Xiaoxiang and me. "Xiang Qin."
Zhang Zhifu's "Water Dragon Song" (Yanghua): "The orioles are busy and lazy, and the poplars are dancing lightly on the embankment, and there are no traces of green forest. I am thinking. I am quietly walking in the deep courtyard. The beaded curtain is hanging loosely in front of me, and the beauty is sleeping in the orchid tent, covered with snow and embroidery. The bed is getting full, and there are countless fragrant balls, which are just round and about to break. Sometimes I see bees sticking to their backs, fish swallowing the water in the pond, and golden saddles wandering around in tears."
Bai Juyi. : "Recalling Jiangnan" When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Li Bai: Money from elm pods grows trees, and poplars and jade grains form the street.
Wei Zhuang: The poplar flowers slowly provoke the falling rain, and the bamboo leaves pour a full cup.
Yan Shu's "Implication": The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond.
The spring breeze does not let go of the poplars, and they flutter in front of passers-by.
In February and March of spring, the willows bloom together. The spring breeze enters the boudoir overnight, and the poplars drift down to Nan's house. My feet are weak when I leave the house with affection, and my tears are stained with tears when I pick up the poplar flowers. After autumn and spring, there are still two swallows, willing to carry the poplar flowers into the nest.
When the poplar flowers have fallen away and the children are crowing, I hear the dragon marking the road crossing the five streams. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you till the end of the night.
Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Moon on the West River. Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" The fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.
Su Shi's "Rehyme to Zeng Zhongxi Li Zhi Again": "The poplar flowers are covered with water and thousands of duckweeds".
Yu Xin's "Spring Fu": "In the New Year, there are thousands of birds singing, and in February, poplars are falling."
"Farewell" by an unknown person from the Sui Dynasty: "The willows are hanging green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. The willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying away. May I ask the passers-by whether they are returning home?"
Xue Tao "Catkins" In February, the poplar flowers grow softer and softer, and the spring breeze sways people's clothes. His family is a heartless creature, always flying south and north.
Who would have thought that in late spring, poplars would bloom in the snow, and all the eyebrows would be in the dancing smoke?
Han Yu's "Late Spring" The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other. The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Wang Mian's "Ink Plum Blossom" The tree at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones has flowers blooming with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe.
Li Bai's "Farewell to Jinling Wine Shop": "The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste. The children of Jinling come to see each other off, and everyone has a drink if they want to or not."
< p> Qiao Ji "The thin horse carries poems to the end of the world, and the tired birds are shouting at several houses in the village. Willow flowers flutter on the head, adding beauty to people's hair"Yuan Zhen's "Xinggong" is a sparse ancient palace. The flower is lonely and red.
Zheng Gu's "Farewell to Friends on the Huaihe River" Yangliuchun at the head of the Yangtze River, Yang Huachou killed the people crossing the river. Several bagpipes left the pavilion at night, you went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin.
If you look closely at Su Shi's "Water Dragon Song", you can see that they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation.
Chen Ziliang's "Wing Chun Snow" The light reflects the moon in the makeup building, and Hua Chengge fans the wind. I am jealous of the plum blossoms and willows, so I fall in the early spring.
Yang Juyuan's "Spring Snow Inscribed on the Bamboo Garden of Master Guangxuan of Xingshan Temple" The bright green lotus guest burns incense towards the snow. The bamboo wind is making the patter, and the flowers are floating in the rain. Touching stones and clouds, lingering in the pond and brushing the water away. Only the sun and moon should be separated, and their colors should not be spared.
The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden to make flying flowers.
Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty's "Snow Ode Couplet" "I don't know if the clouds in the courtyard have fallen this morning, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night."
"Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden."
"Guan Xue" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty "I will not hesitate to let all the beautiful flowers fall, "The plum blossoms and jade are fragrant."
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Hetian Guobo is happy with the snow" "The jade flowers fly in the middle of the night, and the green waves will dance next year"
Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty. "Snow" "When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches."
Lu Yan of the Tang Dynasty "Sword Drawing This Poetry in the Snow of Xiangyang" "One night in Xian Mountain, jade dragons are cold, and there are thousands of trees in the phoenix forest. "The pear blossoms are old."
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past?
Pedestrians should not go up the long embankment to look, for the wind will blow and the flowers will kill people. "Bianhe Qu" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty 9. A collection of poems about flowers
1. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu: <Huanxisha")
2. Zhao Gu of Tang Dynasty: The spring breeze congratulates the apricot orchard without words, and the branches are full of flowers.
3. Lu Zhi of the Yuan Dynasty: When spring comes in the south, the flowers are like embroidery, and the water of the West Lake is like oil after the rain.
4. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
5. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. (Du Fu: "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers")
6. Fengfang of Ming Dynasty: The east wind blows the peach calyx all night, and the peach blossoms blow open and fall. When it opens, it doesn’t remember the love of spring; when it falls, it turns to the wrong path and the sound of wind is bad.
7. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty: The peach blossoms on the other bank are not even half red yet, and the branches are already chaotic with bees.
8. Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty: The exquisite bones show through the eight windows, and the flower heads are inserted upside down with the fragrance of purple lotus. There are countless Qingluo fans on the thread body, which will cool down even if the wind doesn't come.
9. Tang·Cen Shen: Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
10. Zheng Sixiao of the Song Dynasty: The flowers blooming are not in a hundred flowers, and the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind!
11. On the Double Ninth Festival, come and take care of the chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran: "Visiting the Old Friend's Village")
12. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon")
13. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
14. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish are fattened by peach blossoms and flowing water. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song")
15. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
16. Close the door and ignore the month in front of the court, and pay the plum blossoms to yourself.
17. Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty: It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that there will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
18. Tang Feixiu: How can the plum blossoms smell so fragrant if it’s not so cold that it pierces the bones?
19. Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty: The spring breeze blows the flowers without restraint, and the mist blows at the faces of passers-by
20. Dongfang Qiu of the Tang Dynasty: The spring snow comes from the sea, and flowers bloom wherever it touches. I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plums.