A five-character poem about orchids 1. Poems and ancient poems about orchids
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I love you, Chang Bao.
(Su Song Shi) This is the king's incense, and Tuogen is in the empty valley. Spring blossoms first, and new branches are like a new bath. Living with kindness is like entering Lan Zhi's room. If you don't smell it for a long time, you will melt with it. Ode to the Orchid has long flowers and graceful green leaves, and the wind can't hide the fragrance in the valley. Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it. Orchid bees and butterflies have a way to go, but clouds can't get through. That is, it is difficult to concentrate on the east wind, and the natural fragrance is there. "Hui" is full of fragrant grass, and the green leaves are half hidden. Where the breeze blows, there is a piece of tender jade and nine blue poems. In the ancient Tang Dynasty, Li Bai lived alone in a secluded garden, and all the plants and trees were abandoned. Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn. First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance? Liu Haolan was born in a secluded valley, and no one knew him. Dong Xuan, a guest species, left me a fragrance. Knowing that pure fragrance can relieve filth, I am more sympathetic to the delicate leaf cream. The roots are dense, the fragrance is fragrant, and the shrubs are shaded in the afternoon. If you want to leave me, I'll read the songs of Chu in front of you. Same as above, crying and exposure are messy, including wind shadow. The layman can understand this, and look at Ye Sheng and flowers. Yong Lanyujuan planted two or three orchids at the same foot with both hands, and the warm wind blew gently the next day. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know that the fragrance was in the room, and the butterfly flew when I pushed the window. Orchids bloom in Liu Bowen, in the empty mountains, but the beauty's love is invisible, which is written in the bright window. You blue flower, He Feifei, the world has been praised by Pei Zi. I want to regard it as Pei Wei, and I am independent of others. Your orchid, for whom, blooms, dew and cold wind smell old. Colorful Ming Lan Changyu is full of green grass, and I miss you and the West. Yingying's leaves are all exposed, as if to crow at people. Orchid Sun Ming There is a beautiful woman in an empty valley in Kehong, and suddenly he is lonely. When the east wind blows, it smells far away. I love orchids and flowers, and I don't want to flatter Chunyang. The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one can smell it. Lan Er Li Ming's daily chemical Yan Mud is about to fall wet and fragrant, and Chu is also busy chasing Fluttershy. If you dream of going to your boss, teach you new makeup. I hate Youlan's opinion, and bloom won't discuss it with me. When the nose touches it, it will digest, and it is not fragrant. Xie Lan
2. Poems and ancient poems about orchids
On March 3rd, the bow of Wu Jiaji's poem rained like silk last night. The cymbidium in my pot was in full bloom, and the flowers were fighting for the day, just in time for tourists to get home.
Zhu Yizun's "Lady Gu Painted Orchids" Brothels went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou said thank you. There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang's "Phoenix Flower Blue" was written by a poet, and Yaochi's clear shadow goes hand in hand. As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.
Shi Tao's "Mo Ran" is rooted in dust, so it is lonely to give it to poetry. Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.
"Moran" is covered with white bones, with clear leaves, and it is amazing to look back and smile in the wind. My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.
"Moran" puts aside Yao Cao and points to Chunxing. I'm tired of listening to Huang. Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.
I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless. Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.
Michelle Ye's Qiu Lan has a plant in front of the temple, which has a unique fragrance. In the past, it was called the king's fragrance, and it was also a square gentleman because of its four rhymes. Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.
Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers. You fen San, static shadow sparse.
Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing? "Clouds and bamboo trees are luxuriant, and the land is full of mountains". The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.
The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead. Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.
In the middle of spring, everything is bloom. Ode to the Orchid has long flowers and graceful green leaves, and the wind can't hide the fragrance in the valley.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it. Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai" is the fragrance of the king, fragrant in the breeze.
Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty. Cao Yin's Winter Orchid Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.
As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet. Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.
At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn. Zhu Zaizhen's "Jianlan" is full of valleys and berries.
If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob. After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.
Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang. Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.
The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used. Hua Yan's "Lan" is full of clouds, beautiful and refined.
The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it. Gao's "On Painting, Irrigation and Fu Painting" is scattered and fragmentary, while Banqiao painting is detached.
Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind. Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.
Ren Huang's Painting the Orchid (three poems) smells fragrant and the walls are empty. One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.
I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad. The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.
Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant. You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.
The bright "text sent by Shilan" is an empty rock with several grasses on it. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.
Li's "Orchid Collection" (three songs) is blurred and cold, and the hero tears through the ages. Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.
Chu Qingfeng flooded the pen, and the guest was lingering for twenty years. Self-pity does not sing green songs, and thousands of flowers in Chiba are for the world to see.
Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples. When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid that it will lose its fragrance in the mountains.
Wang's Orchid Orchids are in bloom in the valley. * * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.
Blue grass is as good as a hermit's heart, standing proudly in the clouds. Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.
Li Yi's "Ink and Wash Whelan" is a flower with shallow summer and deep spring, and several stems are slanting. Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.
"Fang Fei in the Valley" is full of the breath of Fang Fei, with only a few potted plants and stone walls. I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.
Jin Nong's "Painting Orchid" rained too hard, and the ink and stone were cold, but the female orchid was nowhere to be found. Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.
Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan" is barren with ice roots and green leaves, and dewdrops adorn pearls. Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.
Shentong's "Orchid was written by Mr. Yi Feng", the orchid was empty and became the fragrance of the king. The fragrant wind fills the field, and the appearance is clear and clear.
Affectionate, independent and fragrant. He sees Xiao and Ai on good terms.
Small exposure to AIDS, orchid suffered from severe frost. As soon as the wind turns, the clothes are full.
Zheng Xie's Half-Pot Lanruitu has a pot of Shimada Hanzo and half a flower. No venting, no fear of decay.
"Title Yilan" two pots of bluegrass, one night early in the morning. Bloom one after another, late spring and early summer.
"Title Orchid" bluegrass has happened, and the mountains are meaningful. Loyalty is still self-embracing, so why fight with others?
"Orchid" cliff-above thousands of feet, orchids are in the sky. There are firewood collectors, so you can't reach out and fold.
"Orchids" have big roots, so why complain about short leaves and thin leaves? Spring thunder dives at night, and the fragrance enters the clouds.
"Lan" has many connotations, which it refuses to disclose. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the essence will be clear in midsummer.
Orchids are not flowers, but people in my eyes. It's difficult to write this flower god with a fragrant tube pen.
Spearmint is not incense, but my breath. The taste of lips is difficult to write.
73-year-old man, painting orchids at the age of 50. Let him rain or shine, he will never disappear.
One move and two moves, both wonderful. Regardless of the previous people, it's hard to believe that waving.
Roots are not in the ground, flowers bloom all year round. Strangely, when I understood, the cat came to me with a letter.
Thorns in the jungle comfort the roots and the wind reveals the spirit. Su Xin is not angry, and the grass is also stained with Yuchun.
Tiqu Wengshan's Zagreb, a small landscape painting by Xi Shi Shi Tao's Badashan people, a roll of Ding Bai Mo Lan, and a bag of monks' poems and paintings. Spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, with no ink spots and more tears.
"Send Lan to Yuan Meifu and Jiao Shan" and send 180 arrows to Jiaoshan Stone House. Xiao Yue knock knock, handed out a simple note, Fan Yan passed by Jiang Lai last night.
The Picture of Orchids in a Pot shows that Chunlan has not yet opened in Xia Lan, and it is clearly called A Dai in the picture. After reading all the ups and downs, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.
"Broken Pot Orchid" was written in the spring rain and spring breeze, and it fell into the world. Nowadays, without a confidant, it is even more difficult to break the black basin.
Orchids bloom early at the top of the mountain, and small arrows on the mountainside still contain fetuses. The painter is determined to stop storing, so why bother Dongfeng as a matchmaker?
"Painting Lan Zhi Spine to Send Master Cai" wrote that Lan Zhi was full of spring, adding a few messy hazelnuts. The world is full of beauty and evil, and I want to see warm and distant people.
"Lan" (four articles) Qusong's articles are tall in vegetation and coquettish in blue spectrum for thousands of years. How to sell cheap from people and cross the street?
This is a kind of peaceful flower, and I don't want a haze from Wen Da. Collecting firewood is still afraid of passing by the path, but also write mountain cover.
Orchids are grass in the mountains, planted in the mountains. The world has planted pots of angels, so it is better to stay with the haze.
The bluegrass in the mountains is chaotic, and the leaves are warm and fragrant.
3. Complete collection of poems describing orchids
Orchid poetry
Old custom
Tang Libai
Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed.
Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn.
First frost early, green dare not rest.
If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?
Orchid ode
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.
Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.
Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.
Winter orchids in Cao Yin
Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.
As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.
At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.
Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan
The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.
If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.
After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.
Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.
Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.
The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.
Hua Yan de LAN Hua
The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.
The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.
4. Orchid seven-character quatrains
Broad population spectrum
Qingliu signal
Lansheng Valley is unknown, and I am a guest.
Knowing that pure fragrance can relieve filth, I am more sympathetic to the delicate leaf cream.
The roots are dense, the fragrance is fragrant, and the shrubs are shaded in the afternoon.
If you want to leave me, I'll read the songs of Chu in front of you.
Orchids are born in the valley and no one can see them. A friend planted some for me in Dong Xuan.
Its fragrance can remove filth, and what is more pleasing is that its fine leaves can resist wind and frost.
Rooted on the edge of dense stones, flowers bloom in early autumn, and clusters of leaves are shaded by bamboo pruning at noon.
I want to use it to take Wu Hong vanilla to your highness, so that we can often see the artistic conception in Chu Ci.
Praise orchids. )
5. What are the poems or famous sayings about orchids?
My preference for orchids is not innate, but because of my natural posture. The heart chases the green grass and shakes the breeze, smelling the fragrance.
I have a strong love for my favorite orchids, and I am looking for spring breeze in the mountains. Climbing up the dangerous rock to stir up thorns, I saw Fang Zi smiling.
My preference for orchids is not innate, but because of my natural posture. The heart chases the green grass and shakes the breeze, smelling the fragrance.
I have a strong love for my favorite orchids, and I am looking for spring breeze in the mountains. Climbing up the dangerous rock to stir up thorns, I saw Fang Zi smiling.
Clouds cover streams and climb cliffs to find orchids. Focus on exotic flowers and forget about hunger and cold.
There are dozens of orchids on the balcony, so we will meet each other sooner or later. Tell me you're not afraid to laugh at me and call me crazy.
Picking back the orchids and planting them, the fragrance attracted butterflies to fly. It keeps me awake at night, and the light shines on my face to observe carefully.