The classic ancient poems containing Chinese herbal medicine are as follows:
1. One night, light thunder falls, and thousands of silks fall, and the jade light and floating tiles are jagged. The loving peony contains spring tears, the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch. Translation: There was a light thunder, and the spring rain fell. It cleared up after the rain, and the sun shone on the green green tiles that had just been washed by the rain. The peonies that have experienced the spring rain are full of rain and dew, like a tearful girl's affection. The rose lies horizontally, as if it is powerless and drooping, which is lovable.
2. On May 5th, Tianzhong Festival, you can see life and death on the grass heads. Licorice, coptis and chinensis are bitter and sweet, while ginseng and aconite are divided into cold and hot. Xun got a pair of hanging claws that were difficult to discern, and the taste was concealed by the dying moon. The enlightened mind knows that the mind is free, and Mahakasyapa can distinguish it. Coptis chinensis is sweet and licorice is bitter. Who knows the taste? The prime minister has a strict appearance, and after all, there is no disease that can be cured.
3. The Huanghuang Imperial Capital is a distinguished place among the best. What are you doing alone? Watching things change behind closed doors. Small things are not enough to see, but you are tireless in looking at them alone. Morning glory and polygonum are picked and included in the poem. I heard that Master Dongshan bought wine and took Yan Wan with him. Wealth and honor cannot be forgotten, and we enjoy chatting with each other. You are not like that now. You can see the melon vines in season. Huaibao is self-sufficient, but Yilan is too late. I am returning to your place, be careful not to complain that the year is late.
There are countless acres of deserted gardens, and the vegetation has turned into forests. As soon as the spring sun has been applied, Yan and Chou are each alone. Although the shelves are full of grapes, I can't let them go when I'm tired. Poor sick pomegranate, the flowers are like broken red lapels. Although the sunflower is charming, its pedicle is too shallow to hold a hairpin. The polygonum bushes are pleasant in the evening, and the light red color comes with the deepening of autumn. Things feel the season, and this principle is useless and prosperous.
You are not free to drift away, and it is not within your power to flourish. The rivers and lakes are inaccessible, and the transplants are hard-working and young. Ande's two wild ducks flew in to form a picture. Plant cypress and wait for it to mature, and the cypress will grow old when it becomes a grown man. It is better to plant hairpins in clusters, which can be planted in spring and fall down in autumn. Yin and Yang do not choose things, and good and evil are created at will.
How hard it is to be born in Bai, it seems to take a lot of effort. There are a lot of heavenly craftsmen, and I am willing to use them all for you. When you look at pigweed and clover, business is always careless. Although the day lilies have little flowers, they can be pulled out of their own beauty. Among the chaotic leaves, one by one, my heart is inserted. How can one be afraid of a morning glory alone? It is sinful to ask questions about one's teeth. Walking around looking for thorns and hazelnuts, it seems like we have an old date. In the reading room of Nanzhai, the green dawn is like splashing. I work hard to store the autumn rain, and my fences get damaged every year. Asparagus looks like bamboo at first, and its slightly opened leaves look like cattails.
Cherish the morning when you have fun, the autumn wind is often bitter in the morning. Unexpectedly, I miss farewell and am happy to see the autumn melon grow old. Autumn melons feel the frost and clouds, and their stems and leaves are rustling. There is no time to return from official travels, and the body is as fast as a horse. The mournful cry is read thousands of miles away, but the ambition is empty. What's the point of worrying so much that it makes your hair thick?
There are clumps of bamboo in the official residence, and the roots are in the prison hall. It is a path for people below, but it is too dense to be nailed above. He diligently warned the officials and soldiers, and planted thorns to protect the courtyard. Suddenly the tomb is cracked in the distance, and the whip is thin and the flies are thrown away. I often come here with my pillow mat to shade the cold green. I couldn't go there at dusk, so I lay down and listened to the cool breeze outside the window. Juli was born in Shu Road, and Angelica dahurica came to Jiangnan. Drifting to Guanfu, it still retains its sweetness. The green path is full of green water, and the clear dew is cherished. If it is not fully spent, it can be used as a basket.