The willow branches are graceful, the pomegranate membrane is light and bright, and the pomegranate seeds are fresh and tender. ?
Can envy the peach trees in Yaochi, with a thousand years of red cheeks.
Green pomegranate trees are graceful in the wind, and bright red pomegranate is covered with lanterns. There is a transparent film inside, and the pomegranate seeds like white jade are delicious and neat.
There is nothing to envy about peach trees in Yaochi, which is better than pomegranate trees taking root among the people. Although beautiful peaches will bear fruit for thousands of years, pomegranate can bring laughter to farm yards every year.
2. "Zhang Ti Xi Guest House Liu Hua San Yong"-Tang Dynasty: Han Yu
In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow. ?
Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down.
Pomegranate flowers in full bloom in May are as red as fire, and green leaves cover the first ripe fruits.
There are no horses and chariots passing by in the quiet and cold corner, and the withered flowers bloom and fall.
3. Ode to Pomegranate Near the Window-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Under the east window of Lu Nv, the sea willow world is rare.
Coral reflects green water, which is not enough to compare with Guanghua.
Incense rises with the wind, and good birds return at dusk.
I would like to raise my skirt low for the southeast branch.
No climbing leads to gold leaves.
Beautiful Shandong girl, there is a rare sea pomegranate under the window. Even corals that reflect green water are not nourished by pomegranate green leaves. The smell of sea pomegranate wafts with the wind, and birds return to their nests in the trees at dusk.
I would like to be the southeast branch of pomegranate tree, hanging down and holding your embroidered clothes forever. Alas! I didn't have a chance to climb with you, so I had to cran my neck to see the doors and windows of your boudoir.
4 "Newly planted sea pomegranate"-Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Weak factories don't make money, and far-reaching meaning is better than Peng.
The moon is cold and empty, and the dream is colorful.
Manure with pearl tree, raspberry moss with Joan Ying.
Who is proud of being 80 years old?
The new species of sea pomegranate is short and weak. Think about the past, the ambition of Qingyun, high spirits. The cold wind is strong in the month, waiting for dawn like never before. I vaguely dreamed of the past day, but I still hope to wake up and colorful clouds will be born.
Beads full of branches, dirt without love. Liu Hua is full of flowers, and red clouds are reflected between berries and moss. Eyes gaunt, jewels locked at the root. The florist is puzzled. Who were you proud of last year?
5. He Xinlang's Summer Scene-Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
There was no sound in the hall, and a little swallow was flying around in the gorgeous house. The shade of buttonwood trees turned to noon, and the night was cool, and the beautiful scenery had just been soaked. The white silk round fan shook in her hand, and it was as crisp as white jade in Su's hand. I'm getting sleepy and leaning back, sleeping soundly alone. Who will open the door of Cai Xiang outside the curtain? In vain, it disturbed people to disperse the fairy dream of Yaotai. It turns out that the night wind blew bamboo.
Half-opened pomegranate flowers are wrinkled like red scarves. When the fallen flowers are scattered, it is accompanied by the loneliness of beauty. Take a festering pomegranate flower and look carefully. A thousand petals are like a beautiful woman's heart. I'm afraid the west wind will suddenly blow, leaving only one tree green. If the beauty comes here, the residual flower can't bear to see the wine. Only residual flowers and pink tears are falling.