Imitate poems about plants

1. Some people say, "Feel the Huangshan Mountain, there are no mountains in the world". But when I have been to Zhangjiajie, I found that Zhangjiajie is not inferior. Savoring the scenery of Zhangjiajie, I feel that Zhangjiajie is more beautiful and strange than Huangshan. Jin Bianxi, a small bridge with flowing water, feels the breath of bamboo forests along winding paths. In a dense forest, listening to the sound of flowers and enjoying the singing of birds, I was sent to the edge of Jin Bianxi by the little sunshine. Walking on the bridge, there are thick leaves on the top of your head, uneven stone roads under your feet, and small fish swimming happily in the stream, which makes people linger. I came to the stream and soaked my feet in the cool stream. Suddenly, an unknown pleasure came to my mind. If Jin Bianxi brings people freshness and coolness, then Huangshizhai brings people mystery and beauty.

Don't believe me, listen! "I found it!" "This is a handsome monkey soldier!" There are cries of surprise one after another, no less than Columbus' discovery of the New World. The mystery is hidden in the legend: the little daughter of the Jade Emperor stole a century-old flower seed and spread it to the world because she was too obsessed with the beautiful scenery. When the Jade Emperor knew this, he was extremely angry. He turned his little daughter into a stone and stood in Zhangjiajie. The world's first drifting cave lake The world's first drifting cave lake. It really lives up to its reputation. The total length is 47 kilometers, and it takes more than 4 hours from the starting point to the end point. Rebecca Beach is the most exciting part. The moment I entered the water, I seemed to be in the arms of the water, but in a short time, the lake lifted me to the sky again, which was very interesting. After crossing the Rebecca Beach, the main thing is appreciation. Look, the hanging waterfall reminds me of an ancient poem: Flying down thousands of feet, reflecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days. How time flies! This is the exit. A stone on that mountain, like an elephant shaking its long nose, is sending us back! The scenery in Zhangjiajie is much more wonderful and beautiful than that in Huangshan.

2. Poems about plants 1. Bamboo contains new powder, while red lotus keeps clothes. Tang's "Shan Jutu" is this thing. 2. Toast under the porch, with hibiscus blooming all around. Tang's pavilion. 3. The bamboo river is not green, but the lotus flower is fragrant in the mirror. Don't store them in the brush by Tang Libai. 4. Round lotus leaves float. In the morning, the lake is hazy In Tang Dynasty, Liu Changqing left an inscription "Li Mingfu is in a state of happiness" 7. Furong was born in Qiu Jiang, but she didn't complain to Dongfeng. Gao Chan in Tang Dynasty "Shang Shang Shi Lang" 8. Lotus is deep and wide, and the rain is fragrant. Song Ouyang Xiu's "He Zhou" Volume 9. The new lotus on the stream has just sprouted, and the greenhouse is half red. In the Song Dynasty, Mi Youren's "Jianglin Mountain" reflected lotus flowers in different colors. Song Yang Wanli's "Going out of Jingzi Temple to Send to Linzifang" 1 1, the flowers are a little red, so there is no need to be more touching in spring. Wang Song Anshi's Singing Pomegranate Flowers 12. In May, when ten thousand pomegranate flowers were blooming brightly and flourishing, the flowers were in their early stages. Tang Hanyu's "Liu Hua" 5000.10 million jujube flowers have not fallen, and the tung shade is long. A farewell to my friend Chen is 14. There are no catkins born by the wind, only sunflowers face the sun obliquely. Song Sima Guang's "Guest in the Middle" is 15 in the early summer, and the laurel falls in the middle of the month, and the fragrant clouds float outside. Lingyin Temple in Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty 16, Moxian Sanchun Taoli. Naturally, flowers are first-rate Song Qingzhao partridge day, osmanthus 18, the stream turned cold and straight, and the mountain chrysanthemum was fragrant in autumn. On Tang's birthday 19, the rain is deeper than the chrysanthemum in the courtyard, and the frost is more than half of the pond. Tang Du Fu's Suzan Public House No.20.

3. About writing poems (ancient poems) that plants can quote tells us that Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Gu Feng Li gave birth to a quiet spring, and the morning light was bright and fresh.

Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the flying frost fade.

If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. Plum blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and cold ling opened them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Under Wang Jun's tomb, there are no boys in Li He's life, and he still sings dragons in the water.

White grass invades smoke to death, and autumn quinoa turns red around the ground. Ancient books are flat with black stone, and Excalibur is broken with bronze.

Agricultural potential expands and graves are closed. Chrysanthemum hung wet dew, spine diameter lying dry.

Pines and cypresses are sad and fragrant, and there are a few nights of wind in the South Garden. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall.

The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.

However, if there is no cutting, I will meet with Feng Yunchang. I would like to protect the land tour of Hsinchu in East Lake and repair a cold blue reflection. The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.

When the shells of bamboo shoots fall off, they hear rustling sound, bamboo jointing stage, sparse and sparse appearance. Back in my spare time, I often come here. At that time, I took my pillow and bamboo mat with me and slept well.

Wild bamboo is really martial. Wild bamboo is absolutely lovely, with sparse branches and leaves. Throughout his life, he stayed away from Jing Zhen, walked on the cliff and wore stones.

Hold mountains and rivers with an open mind, and chat with Bai Yue in the breeze. What will happen to thousands of feet? Qi 'ao in Weichuan is full of clouds and smoke. In ancient times, Li Bai lived in a secluded garden, and all the grass was covered.

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? Zheng Banqiao painted more spring breeze with broken branches. A sapphire and a half branch is beautiful.

Birds in the rising sun forest in the mountains support acacia in February. Han Yu, apricot flower, lives in the open space next to the ancient temple in the north. Two apricot flowers can be white and red.

Qujiang can't get to the garden, so it's better to take shelter from the rain and wind. Wandering outside the ridge for two years, I saw many similarities and differences of vegetation.

The winter cold is constantly leaking, and the yang is in chaos, and there is no full work. Mayor Buhua has it, and it's still in the fog.

Durian Mountain has no meaning, but shines as a cluster of durians in Rayna Sue. The partridge hooks the ape to rest, and the green maple stays in the deep valley.

On the way, I saw an apricot blossom Wu Rong sticking out of the wall, and the layman on the wall was alone. It seems that you still hate it, but it is more difficult to leave people everywhere.

The warbler reaches the forest first, but the butterfly doesn't swim in spring. I recall the thousands of trees in the hometown of the emperor, and it was dark in the smoke cage. How can China play with such a tree? If you are in Beijing, you are poor.

Today, Hu Weiwei was suddenly disappointed, and everything went with the flow. Next year will be even better. Taoist priests should never forget their neighbors.

Peony Square Bai Juyi Peony Square, Peony Square, Golden Flower Ruby Room. A thousand pieces of red Xia Ying rot, and a hundred crimson lights are bright.

According to the ground, the Jinxiu Festival opens at the beginning, when the wind doesn't knot the blue musk deer sac. Fairy trees are white and colorless, and the peach blossoms of the Queen Mother are small and not fragrant.

Dewdrops are purple, and the morning glow is red. There are shades of red and purple, and the back is always very low

Ying Ye is sentimental and ashamed, and lying in the flowers is hard to make up. Doubt covers your mouth, resentment and low charming smile, such as heartbroken.

Your MMS is wonderful, and the flowers are so messy. Dianthus money is fine, and hibiscus peony is bitter.

So the princes and nobles swam across the corolla face to face. The car is soft and expensive, the princess is fragrant, and the shirt is thin.

Gong Wei's house is quietly closed in the East Courtyard, and Ximing Temple is deeply open in the North Gallery. Play butterfly and double dance to see people for a long time, and the residual warbler is in Changchun.

I'm afraid it's hard to stay in the sun, but my tent is still hanging in the shade. Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city are crazy.

Three generations of literature is better than quality, but Zhong Hua is not loyal. Zhong Hua has been to Peony Square, and its arrival is not today.

Yuan, worried about farming and mulberry, was moved by heaven. Last year, Jiahe gave birth to nine ears, and Tanaka was lonely.

This year, Ruimai is divided into two parts, and no one knows your heart. No one knows, only sigh! I would like to seek the power of nature for the time being to reduce the enchanting color of peony.

Pay less attention to the Qing people's love for flowers, like my husband is worried about crops. Yuanbao Liu He Jasper is decorated as a tree high, hanging a moss tapestry for thousands of years.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. A cluster of blue smoke locked the jade building in the shade, half vertical and half vertical.

There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Camellia Guan Xiufeng opens a fairy when she cuts the sun, and there is blood in the flower.

Before the flowers fall today, I look at people complaining about Sun Xiu.

4. 10 Line plants describing plants:

1. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

(Wang Wei: Acacia)

2. Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers.

(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems))

The garden can't be closed in spring, and there is an almond in the wall.

(Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")

4. Ode to Orchids

Graceful flowers, long green leaves, it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.

5. Pictures of orchids with broken flowerpots

Spring rain and spring breeze write beautiful faces, and love and rhyme fall into the world.

6. The first tree in my family, Xiyan Lake, has faint ink marks.

(Wang Mian's "Mo Mei")

7. Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

(Fan Chengda & lt four seasons are idyllic >)

8. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and lovely deep red loves light red.

(Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")

9. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it off in the flowers.

(Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum")

10. A flower suddenly changes and a hundred flowers blossom.

(Chen Liang, "Plum Blossom")

1 1.& amplt; Begonia has not been produced in this generation. gt; Jin Yuan Haowen

Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red. Be sure to cherish your heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossom fan bloom in the spring of spring breeze!

Summer:

1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

(Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")

Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer.

(Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))

3. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

(Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")

Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days.

(Li Ang: "Xia Lian")

Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go, but it will be sunny before I feel that summer is not deep.

(Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

6. Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is cute.

(Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")

7. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet.

(Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

8. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.

(Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")

9.[ Angkor Xia Ge at midnight]

Author: Li Bai

On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke.

10. See Lin Zifang at dawn in Jingci Temple

Yang Wanli

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

1 1. The trees are dark and the summer is long. The balcony is reflected in the pond, the water curtain is blowing gently and the roses are full of fragrance.

12. Su Shunqin's "Summer Meaning": The summer banquet in the other hospital is clear, and the pomegranate is full of curtains. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.

13 ... The first summer was peaceful, and the grass had not rested on the beautiful scenery and candles in spring. In the early summer of Qingming, the remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain begins in autumn and summer. What's the point of hating it? Summer wood is pleasant, red and purple have become dust, and summer is new in the sound of cuckoo birds.