Selected poems of plants

Wing Liu, He and Jasper are dressed as a tree and hung down with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I wonder who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Plum blossoms written by Chen Liang, a Song Dynasty poet, are changing rapidly, and the flowers are overflowing. To spread the news of spring, I am not afraid of hiding Li Shangyin and Han Mei in the snow, which is the most hateful. It grew up last year. Who caused the flowers to bloom early, but didn't wait for the spring flowers to become the fragrant flowers of the old China New Year? Zhu Shi and Zheng Xie insisted that the green hills were not relaxed, and the roots were originally breaking rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the east, west, north and south wind chrysanthemum Author: Yuan Zhen's autumn bushes are like Taoist priests, and the more they surround, the more inclined they are. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. "Looking for Flowers by the River" Author: Du Fu was bored by the flowers on the river and had nowhere to tell, only madness. He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago. Flowers are like splendid flowers, like rivers, and my heart is really afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head. There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel. Look east at the flowers and cigarettes in Shaocheng. It's time for the high glistening in western restaurants to resolve jealousy. Who can take me to drink, call a beautiful woman, sing, laugh, dance and have a good life? The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Love flowers don't want to die, but they are afraid to spend all their years urging each other. Many branches are easy to fall, and young leaves are discussed in detail. Fu Yongmei Author: Lu Youyi outside the broken bridge, alone. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Bamboo stone. Author: Zheng Xie insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the root lies in the broken rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden", one of its authors, Lin Bu and Song, all the fragrant people shook out their unique beauty and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues. Wing Willow Author: He Biyu dressed up as a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.