Alas, chrysanthemum leaves are thin and stems are thin. Although the words are different, Whelan,
I also have my own wheatgrass. There is no overflow of wine, but clear dew.
What should I do if Rongjun falls when he doesn't pick it?
Tao Jinyuan's drinking;
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do,
The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. There is a real meaning in this,
I forgot what I wanted to say.
Don Cen Can s Thoughts on Chang an s Hometown on March 9th;
There is a strong desire to climb mountains, and no one brings wine.
I look at my hometown Chang 'an with a heavy heart. The chrysanthemums around this battlefield are scattered.
Don Huang Chao's Ode to Chrysanthemum;
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
The title of "Chrysanthemum" by Tang Huang Chao;
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Song Shizhu's Poems of Set Sentences;
Who is Dongli Huang Ju fragrant for? It is not like a group of flowers attached to the sun.
I won't be lonely until autumn frost wraps me up.
Zhang Songxiaoyang's partridge day;
A rich and different makeup brings lingering spring scenery to Qiu Guang.
It can turn the Millennium splendor in the sky into the September yellow on earth.
Condensed fog, Ao Shuang, like Wuling Township in the east.
Sometimes Zuiyan secretly cares about each other and mistook Tao Qian for Ruan Lang.
Song Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers";
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
2. Poems about Chrysanthemum Although the poems about chrysanthemum did not start from Tao Yuanming, the love for chrysanthemum became more famous because of the recommendation of "Ailian Shuo" in the Song Dynasty, and some even promoted Tao to the goddess of chrysanthemum.
The chrysanthemums are yellow. "Book of Rites and Moon Order": "There are yellow flowers in autumn and season."
"Yellow Flower" has become synonymous with chrysanthemum in the poet's works. "I suddenly saw Huanghua vomit, and I knew I was back."
In the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Ji saw chrysanthemums in full bloom and realized that the Double Ninth Festival was coming. Du Fu spent the Double Ninth Festival in the war, "picking yellow flowers in the old days and combing white hair in the new day"; "Suffering from white hair, I am ashamed to see countless new yellow flowers."
-realize your aging from the passage of time series. Li Bai used "drinking in Longshan for nine days, and chasing ministers with yellow flowers"; "Huang Hua doesn't take over, but he can hear the drums far away", which shows his unique pride.
White Pony can be regarded as a rising star in Ran Ran. Liu Yuxi and Bai Juyi were the first to praise Baiju.
There are white chrysanthemums in Linghu Chu's home, and Liu has repeatedly recited: "Every chrysanthemum is yellow" and "Liangyuan is as unique as frost." The flower is as white as "the fairy wears snow, but Motome doesn't wear red makeup"; The delicacy of flowers makes "osmanthus flowers shy and plum blossoms fragrant."
Bai Juyi recalled the experience of "three chrysanthemums with the same color" in Hangzhou, Luoyang and Suzhou, and when he saw in his later years that "the chrysanthemums in the garden were golden, and there were solitary flowers like frost", he could not help but have a boiling passion and was filled with emotion. In the middle Tang Dynasty, white chrysanthemums were still so rare. In the late Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin's work was White Chrysanthemum in Frost.
Correspondingly, there are more poems about white chrysanthemums. Si Kongtu prefers Chrysanthemum morifolium, and has four miscellaneous books on Chrysanthemum morifolium and three books on Chrysanthemum morifolium.
Poets like chrysanthemums and value "cold flowers are exhausted and chrysanthemums are full of branches" (Du Fu). Yuan Zhen said more directly: "It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that there is no flower after this flower blooms."
Monk Qi once praised him for "no glamour, no demon and no fragrance", and declared that he "doesn't have many kinds of Chongyang" but "really loves Huang". Dongpo's "There are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum" not only praised the character of chrysanthemum, but also metaphorically expressed his own sentiment.
[Chrysanthemum Rhyme]-Li Liguang-Autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and writing sunset red is not enough; I don't mean to say anything at random, but I am naturally charming. [Autumn Sound]-Wind-There is a piece of gold in front of the porch, and the fragrance is surging for tourists.
Only when the frost is heavy can you become a hero. [Singing in Jucheng]-Wang Ruting-The Lion Dragon is flying and brilliant again! Light alleys and thick streets are full of fragrance, and desks are full of chrysanthemums in September.
Tao Jin Yuanming's Book of the Republic of China: Fang Jukai Lin Yao and Song Qingyan watch and practice. With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost.
Tang Taizong's "Endowed with Remnant Chrysanthemum": The summer frost condenses in Taiwan, and the shore chrysanthemum shines in the morning. Laugh with dew, and the wind is light and fragrant.
Thin leaves are light green and round flowers are light yellow. Still holding the color of this year, after reunion, it will be fragrant.
Tang Du Fu's Nine Days in Yun 'an: Cold flowers are exhausted and chrysanthemums are full of branches. Old friends are frequently different, and light fragrant wine is temporarily followed.
Don Bai Juyi's "Chanting Chrysanthemum": A new frost hits the tile overnight, and the banana is newly defeated. Only the East Hedgehog Chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is just dawn.
The real Chrysanthemum in Tang and Yuan Dynasties, like the Taoist priest in autumn, tends to fence more and more. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Tang Wu Lu Lei's "Chrysanthemum" is a golden dress with elegant white jade skin. Knowing it is very different, as cold as old.
It's hard to fall to the ground. It's better to die. Tang Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum" is purple and dark, melting and smelting yellow.
They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House. Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset.
I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich. Su Songshi's "Zhao Chang Lengju" makes the gold nucleus shine.
Want to know the medicine to delay aging, let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. Song Fan Chengda's "Chrysanthemum after the Double Ninth Festival" exposes the isolated east fence and shines on the sand to look at the former golden house.
A few girls in the world have no high rhyme and only look at flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. Song's "Folding Chrysanthemum on September 12th" is good at yellow flowers and pink powder, and Chongyang acrobatics with dogwood.
The later you start, the more you see Cao, which makes you laugh at the way those outdated children do. Song Mei Yao Chen's "Canju" is littered with golden stamens. Although it has withered, it will not change its fragrance.
The forest is secluded and the car is still clear. Song Zhu Shu Zhen's Chrysanthemum can be white or red, and you can still love it at night.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind. Jin Yuanhao asked the poet of "Fu October Chrysanthemum" to give autumn fragrance to old people and pass it on to good writers in the evening.
If it weren't for the west wind to keep guests, the plum blossom would have declined for a long time. Zhou's "Chrysanthemum" began to blossom in the crisp autumn, but it turned from cold to prosperous.
The west wind gate is full of fragrance, except for the Taos who come to my house. Song Yang Wanli's "Singing Chrysanthemum" has always had its own physical attributes. Who is greedy for cold and thin? Chrysanthemum white chooses the country of wind and frost, not chrysanthemum outside spring.
Yin Mingtang's "Chrysanthemum" hometown spit out the secluded grass of three paths, and Xuanshuang fell into the blue sky overnight. How many people have not returned to the end of the world, looking at the autumn wind through the fence.
There are more than 100 kinds of famous chrysanthemums in Dong's "Appreciating Chrysanthemums", and the flowers are beautiful and beautiful. Autumn is light outside the nursery, and spring is spinning in front of you.
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Chen Yi's "Autumn Chrysanthemum" Autumn chrysanthemum can Ao Shuang, and the wind and frost are good and evil. This performance is cold-resistant, and wind and frost can't help it! The chrysanthemum poem in a dream of red mansions is a must. Please enjoy the chrysanthemum poems in the Red Chamber Art Garden, remembering the chrysanthemum gazing at the west wind and thinking hard.
There is no trace of the old garden in the autumn sky fence, and the dream is clear and the frost is clear. I miss the wild goose, and I sit and listen to the evening anvil.
Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again? -constant visit chrysanthemum, while first frost gave it a try, the glass was filled with mo for a long time.
Who planted first frost the month before? Where is autumn outside the fence? Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If a yellow flower helps a poet, it won't be a stick today.
-Prince Hongyi planted chrysanthemums, moved them to the autumn nursery with a hoe, and planted them in front of the fence. I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.
Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice. Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.
-Yi Gongzi's move to Chrysanthemum Garden is more expensive than gold, a little shallow and a clump deep. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang.
Shu Yun is even more arrogant. It seems that I am the only one who knows her! It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations. -pillow summer old friends offer chrysanthemums and play the piano to consider wine. Very likable. A few cases adorn you.
There are three paths of incense, and the book thrower is right for an autumn. First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past.
In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time. -Sleeping in the summer, old friends sing chrysanthemums, rogue poets are ignorant and ignorant, and they sink their voices around the fence.
I wrote in the frost at the end of the play that the mouth is fragrant to the moon. All the words on paper are their own sorrow. Who can understand their inner feelings through words only? A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
-Princess Xiaoxiang loves painting chrysanthemums and poems. Is it a contest between painters and painters? Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost. Light and thick.
3. Chrysanthemum Poetry: Chrysanthemum Poetry in the Red Chamber
Yiju (Heng)
Look at the west wind and meditate, when the reed is red and white and heartbroken.
There is no trace of the old garden in autumn, and Leng Yue has a dream of clearing the frost.
I miss my heart and go back to the wild goose. It is too late to sit and listen.
Who pities my thinness and comforts me goodbye?
Planting Chrysanthemum (Hony Son)
The autumn garden with hoes was moved here, and it was planted everywhere in front of the fence.
I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.
Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice.
The spring water is filled with mud, the soil is sealed to protect the treasure, and the well diameter rejects dust.
Duiju (Xia Zhen's old friend)
Other gardens are more expensive than gold, one cluster is shallow and the other is deep.
Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang.
It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant.
It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.
Give chrysanthemums (an old friend of Xia Zhen)
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is fascinating, and several cases are Tingting.
There are three paths of incense, and the book thrower is right for an autumn.
First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past.
In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time.
Chanting Chrysanthemum (Princess Xiaoxiang)
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.
I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth.
All the words on paper are their own sorrow. Who can understand their inner feelings through words only?
Since Tao Qian wrote Ode to Chrysanthemum, Qiu Qiuju's noble character has been praised by people.
Draw chrysanthemums (Heng)
I wonder how crazy the pen after the poem is. Is it a contest between Dan Qing and Fei?
Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost.
The light and thick god will shadow in front of the wind, and the fragrance at the bottom of the wrist will be born in autumn.
Don't admit Dongli is idle, stick to the screen to comfort Chongyang.
Wen Ju (Princess Xiaoxiang)
If you want to understand the autumn feeling, you can't help but understand it.
Who is hiding in the lonely label? Late to blossom?
Why is the garden lonely? Can geese get lovesickness because of lice?
Mo Yan has no one to talk about in this world, so why not?
4. Poem praise chrysanthemum 1, stone "gift":
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
The lotus flower withered, even the lotus leaf holding the rain withered, and only the flower branch that defeated the chrysanthemum stood proudly in the frost. You must remember that the best time of the year is late autumn and early winter, when oranges are golden and green.
2. Huang Chao inscribed chrysanthemum in Tang Dynasty:
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
The autumn wind blows gently, and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.
3. Li Qingzhao's "Dolly sings white chrysanthemums" in Song Dynasty:
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low.
Hate rustling, heartless wind and rain, rubbing Qiongji at night.
Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad.
Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels.
Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right.
When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia.
It seems to be sad, Gao Han is relieved, it seems to be tears and a poem.
There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful.
I don't know how long I will stay from now on.
Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.
Interpretation: In the long night, although the curtains were put down, the small building was still chilly. I hate the relentless wind and rain that ruined the jade and white chrysanthemum at night. Look at that white chrysanthemum, not like Yang Guifei's reddish drunk face, nor like Sun Shouxiu's angry eyebrows. Han Ling stole the incense and Xu Niang's Fu Fen. Their actions can't be compared with Bai Ju's.
Looking closely, the aloof and noble characters of Qu Yuan and Ling Tao are just right for the white pony. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of white chrysanthemum is no less than the elegant tea fragrance. Autumn is coming to an end, and Baiju is getting thinner and thinner, which seems to reveal its infinite attachment to people. You see, it seems to be the concentration of sadness, and it has been freed in Gao Han; Like tears in Wan Fan's poems.
Sometimes it's the bright moon and the breeze, sometimes it's the thick fog and autumn rain. God makes white chrysanthemums look beautiful in an increasingly gaunt way. Although I cherish it, I don't know how long it will last from now on. Alas! If the world knows how to love and appreciate, why should we recall and emphasize Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming's love for chrysanthemums?
4. Qiu Jun's "Singing Chrysanthemum" in Ming Dynasty:
Light red, light white, dark yellow, with clusters of new makeup and fragrance.
Infinite branches are lustful, and poor flowers are not for Chongyang.
There are clusters of yellow chrysanthemums, and there are bursts of fragrance. Before the Double Ninth Festival, Hainan chrysanthemums were so beautiful and fragrant. Its loveliness lies in its disdain for opening in time for people to watch.
5. The Wild Man Chrysanthemum by Zhang Huangyan in Ming Dynasty.
After the war, the autumn wind laughed at things, and the savage gave yellow flowers.
I've seen an old man with iron bones and frost, and I don't send gold heart rain.
I stopped fighting in the autumn wind and smiled at the beautiful scenery around me. People in the country just gave me a bunch of yellow flowers. I think the branches and stems of chrysanthemums are still as hard as iron, although they are weather-beaten. It protects flowers from wind and rain.
5. Who knows all the poems and meanings about chrysanthemum before Jin Dynasty? Title: Autumn Wind Poem Author: Dynasty: Korea.
Autumn wind ci
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei,
Everything is yellow, and the geese return to the south.
Lan Youxiu Xi Juyou Square,
I can't forget being pregnant with a beautiful woman.
Go boating to help Fenhe River,
In horizontal flow, the element wave is rising.
Flutes and drums are singing and singing,
There are many joys and sorrows.
When will you be young?
Precautions:
The title of the poem. Liu Che, Emperor of the Han Dynasty. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty visited Hedong, rowed on the Fenhe River, and feasted with his deputies. The words "I can't forget when I am pregnant with a beautiful woman" express his desire for "talent". Lu Xun called this poem "lingering and beautiful, although the poet can't live."
Solicit hidden thoughts.
The staff will recruit hermits, and the barren road will cross ancient and modern times.
There is no structure in the cave, but there is a piano in the mountain.
The white clouds stop, Dan Payao.
Shiquan tree is Qiong Yao, with fiber scales floating or sinking.
Unless it is silk and bamboo, the mountains and rivers have a clear sound.
What is that whistling song waiting for? The bush is mourning itself.
Autumn chrysanthemum is also a grain, and orchids are heavy.
I'm tired of hesitating. I want to vote for my hairpin.
The sunset overlooks Xie Tiao.
It's noisy,
A long day.
The setting sun is clear and cloudy.
High pillow under the east window.
The cold locust is gradually like a bundle,
Qiu Ju is good at business.
Excuse me, when is this,
Breeze Huai Shuo horse.
Hurt the guests who came back,
Rethink those who leave home.
Love is not too much,
There are too few cases.
Lacking evil politics,
Fangqi Luoyang Society.
Temporarily ordered Xia Du to send Xinlin to Jingyi, in preparation for the night.
The river flows day and night, and the guest is sad.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
The autumn river is gloomy, and the cold night is gloomy.
The faucet looks at the Jing room, and the palace pheasant is opposite.
Kimberly magpie, jade rope low chapter.
Driving outside the gate, I thought of Zhao Qiuyang.
Chi Hui can't connect, let alone be separated by two townships.
There are birds in the wind and clouds, and Jianghan has no beams.
I am often afraid of falcon attacks, and the chrysanthemum Committee is severely frosted.
Those rumors are already in the air.
Huaiyuan attracts Xie Zhuang.
Hong Fei flew in from Wan Li,
Feifei River originated in Dai Qi.
Hard work, frost and fog,
Back to the river.
Going to the old country, violating the hometown,
Old mountains and old seas are long.
Looking back at Zhandong Road,
Yan 'ao Xiang Qiu.
Go to Chudu, enter Chuguan,
Chu is bleak and cold.
18 years old, the hard ice has not gone.
Wild geese don't come back in spring.
The wind blew and the stadium was exposed.
Hanshui is early green and willow green.
Zhu Guang loves Ying Ying,
Birds chirp in the morning.
Chrysanthemums are beautiful, pine trees are loose,
Worried about the coming year.
You can't chase the scenery that has passed away.
It's sad to sit back and wait in the clinic.
Xuan niao chi he Qing tai,
Did you forget that He Zhu donated Jiang Mei?
Try asking Sun Fang,
My heart is full of sadness.
If you want to be green, you will risk the swamp.
I miss orchids. I have a garden.
Tao Tao's hair in the morning and dusk,
Spring warbler is in full swing.
Moss and stone roads,
A door covered with dust and grass.
I am a vagrant,
The road to travel in Xiu Yuan.
The purpose of Qiang nationality's hometown is,
Jiang and Han cannot be surpassed.
Eyes are still flowing, attached to the sound.
Waiting for a cigarette, asking for a book.
Still flowing,
Back to the tobacco family.
Feng Wei of reading and light,
Poetry in spring.
China women sing sadly,
Chuke was injured and played the south string.
Or look at the sun,
I also admire Yan Zhaoyin.
Die singing the sound of zero rain,
Sing the eternal autumn wind.