What poems describe or praise all kinds of flowers?

Yu Xin's "Spring Fu" about Huayang: "Birds are singing in the New Year, and Huayang is flying in February." Don't argue that thick flowers are not red, fly freely. Flowers usually hate the wind, but only Huayang likes it alone. As early as the Northern Wei Dynasty, Hu Taihou (Queen Xuan Wudi)' s "Huayang Ci" said: "In the spring of February and March, the willows and bloom were together, and the spring breeze entered the boudoir overnight, and Huayang floated and sank to the south home. When you feel weak when you leave home, you can pick up Huayang's tears and return to Shuang Yanzi in autumn and spring. You are willing to take Huayang into the nest. " "Xijiang Yueyang Flower": flying catkins and dancing lightly, clothes are light and makeup is light. Did you lead a loose life when you went? Always pay for your dreams. Su Xin has no control, so he will not provoke the east wind. In the old days, the smoke and willows were all over the city, and the blue was still cold. The spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplars, the fog is chaotic, and pedestrians are ruthless in dancing poplars. After the reunion, they have searched the hundred-foot platform, flirting with each other, and the heavy curtains have made the spring glow. Pity him for drifting and let him fly. In the shadow of fallen flowers, a gentle wind blows to the west of Lou Yu. Few people know what will happen in the future. Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan. Flowers of Polygonum cuspidatum;

"Polygonum cuspidatum flowers are yellow and messy, and high curative value is at the beginning of the night. The sky is grey and the clouds are pale. " "Listen to the horse untitled" anonymous:

"The month is small and the tide is flat. Polygonum multiflorum beach, autumn water is cold. The sky is clear. The sunset on the river is chaotic. " In autumn, it rains, but in Sha Ou, it's a trip. The whole sleeve smells of wild wind. —— Tang Xue Zhao Yun, in late autumn, 10 years old, rewarded Furong. Mix von. -The Song God of Wealth's Polygonum hydropiper Bay is red, and the white fish is bright with two tails-Anbaiping Ferry in Xiaoxiang and the green Polygonum hydropiper Beach-just like the strong wind in spring, the petals of 10,000 pear trees are blown away at night in Pu-Cen Can and the tears on her melancholy white face, just like the spring rain falls on the pear flowers-Bai Juyi meets the pear flowers.

How many stacks of springs do you have? The ups and downs of pear blossoms make up people.

Expose green branches to cover beauty, and smoke purple shines on red lips.

I walked to the ferry with my book, but I was not a neighbor in the middle of the road.

Near Tomb-Sweeping Day, it hasn't rained yet, and the fragrance is weak and weary through illness.

Li Hualing

Drink a full bottle of pear wine and give it to Xie Chichun to cheer.

The green branches disturb the fragrant seeds, and the white pistils are fluttering.

It's more childish to look around and think about it, and it's more childish to smile.

I also sang slowly before the banquet, and I touched my lips gently after the tree. Lihuajing

Pear blossoms in the valley return to spring, and beauties are sent under the Dongpo tree.

Xiangyun dreams around, moonlight knocks on branches.

Holding hands, I don't know who is romantic, lifting clothes and waving shadows.

The voice of makeup was very loud, and the tears suddenly stopped when I picked up the core. Poems painted by Liu [Southern and Northern Dynasties], pear flowers on the pond, piled up in the evening, windy and windy at night. Silk is like a butterfly, and it blows like a candle. The word Cai Songnian [Jin, Yuan Dynasty] was drunk one night in Huanxisha, and took the moon to feather clothes. When I was a servant, I was drunk, looking at the pear blossoms between the windows, silently looking at each other, and carrying a branch home. See you in joy tomorrow. Play the second rhyme. Yushan Mountain in Xian Yi under the moon. Fog clouds, the window won't open. Shen Xiang's poem, the night is still cold. I'm idle, but the spring breeze is so beautiful that I only brought back a pistil. Ye Xiang has just arrived in Boko. Qiu Chuji [Jin, Yuan] has no desire, and the poetry of pear blossoms in Xu Ling Palace is full of spring outing, and every year is the season of cold eating pear blossoms. White brocade has no grain and no fragrance, and Yushu Qiongpa piles snow. The quiet night is hazy, and the cold soaks into the moon. In the earth's sky, rotten silver clouds sparkle. Muddy as a real person, graceful and full of energy. People with different channels are not in the same column as the square group. Heroic and bright, the immortal material is outstanding, and it is difficult to divide the soil. When Yaotai returned, the cave was clearly seen.

Nine models are like cranes, Aohong and Yosemite flowers, blooming in misty rain. Violet in Chiba has no way out. I wonder if spring is in the east of the stone bridge. -Xu Da was influenced by the story of day lilies in the Song Dynasty, and wanderers traveled all over the world; The loving mother leaned against the hall door, but she didn't see the day lily. -Poem of a Wanderer by Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty: It's sunny now, and day lilies are blooming in front of the hall. Holding a cup is my mother's birthday, and there is no sound. -Wang Mian "My Book" is full of worries and is far away from me. -Tao Qian's drinking poem is about morning chrysanthemum drinking, magnolia falling in love, and autumn chrysanthemum falling in love. —— Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" Autumn shrubs are like Taoist priests, and the more they are surrounded, the more inclined they are. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. Tang Yuanzhen's chrysanthemum would rather die in the branches with incense than blow down in the flowers. Zheng Song Xiao Si's "Cold Chrysanthemum" exposes the lonely East Fence, and shines on the beach with the golden color of the past. After Chongyang Festival in Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, two chrysanthemums suddenly changed into one plum blossom, and all the later flowers were fragrant. -Song Chenliang's "Plum Blossom" knows that it is not snow, because it has fragrance. -Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom" is scattered into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains. -Lu You's Yongmei should not praise its lewdness, but only its freshness. -Wang Yuan Mian's "Mo Mei" is about picking lotus in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; Bow your head and get lotus seeds, green as water. -Xizhou Qu written by Yuefu in the Southern Dynasties has hibiscus hidden in the fog, but hibiscus is unclear. -Thirty-five midnight songs in the Jin Dynasty from Nanpu Bie, worrying about lilac knots-"Thanksgiving"