Orchid Poetry
Ancient Style
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and all the grass is gone.
Although the sun shines brightly, the autumn moon is full of sadness.
The flying frost is pattering early, and the green color is afraid of resting.
If there is no breeze blowing, who will send out the fragrance?
"Ode to the Orchid"
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind can hardly hide the fragrance in the valley.
Don’t be admirable just because you are worthy of admiration, even if there is no one, you will still be beautiful.
Cheng Fan's "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king's fragrance, fragrant in the breeze.
The beauty of the cave has never been more prosperous and beautiful.
Cao Yin's "Winter Orchid"
The winter grass is full of cold green, and the orchids are also flowers.
You are as clear as a bigot, and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has a few hairpins, which are divided into two buns.
The fragrance in the evening window makes me think, and the shadow of the wind is like a bonfire.
Zhu Zaizhen's "Jianlan"
Clusters of orchids grow in the valley, and berries are scattered all over the forest.
It doesn’t matter if it’s not carved, it’s better than being a door support.
The chariot arrived at Yuguan Mountain and Zipei Zhenji Pavilion.
Turn around and forget about the Minhai, and fall in love with Jingluo.
Thinking lightly brings back fragrance in the daytime, and the clear spring is a good way to enjoy it in the evening.
Jade Zhen plays again and again, and the sky is like a dream.
Hua Yan's "Orchid"
The clouds are solid and graceful, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.
The cool breeze stirs the night, and the beautiful lady begs for you.
Wu Jiaji's "Quatrains on March 3rd"
Last night's rain was like silk on the bow of the boat, enriching the orchid branches in my basin,
The numerous pistils are vying to open and prune. On the same day, tourists were arriving home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu's Painting of Orchids"
The brothel people went to the brothel to write and the bed was empty, and Xizhou said thank you to the Duke for the past.
It still has the color of Qinhuai grass, evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Shishen's "Miss Feng's Painting of Orchid"
The beggar has the poet's painting of beauty, and the jade pond is clear and the shadow is parallel to the beauty.
As long as the words are weak, the results will be empty, and the ideas and suggestions will be pitiful.
Shi Tao's "Molan"
How can we write poems when our roots have been separated from the dust? Give poems to the loneliness.
Who is there when the great thousand incense passes by, enjoying the time when the ink is sprinkled in the pond.
"Molan"
The bones are strong and the leaves are pure, smiling astonishingly in the wind.
My own pen and ink are written by my own, that is, the predecessor is the successor.
"Molan"
Leave aside the Yao Cao and point the spring stars, and listen to the dream of Huang Ting when we are tired.
Under the leaves, half of the face is crossed through the clouds. How can any sentence in the world be completely green?
Believe him, the cold valley is infinitely drunk, and my hairpin is boneless.
I don’t know how to be a nymphomaniac, even if you pour the dust on you, there will still be sweetness.
Aixinjueluo. Xuanye's "Autumn Orchid"
The flowers in the pot in front of the palace are uniquely fragrant orchids. In the past, people called them the fragrance of the king, and they also regarded Fang as a gentleman. Because of the four inscriptions rhyme.
The autumn color of Yiyi is blue, and the leaves are so green.
Those who love this king are fragrant and the flowers show in the courtyard.
The fragrance is scattered in the sky, and the shadows are still in the sparse lattice.
Isn’t it necessary that Jiu Wan is too much to waste the Li Sao Sutra?
"The mountains are full of lush bamboo trees and orchids"
The mountain paths are gentle and gentle, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.
The bamboo is deep and the sun is shining, and the wood is dry and cloudy.
Lean on the threshold and listen to the singing of birds, and climb the cliff to collect exotic fragrances.
The spring of Shaohua is half over, and all things are happy.
"Ode to the Orchid"
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind can hardly hide the fragrance in the valley.
Don’t be admirable just because you are worthy of admiration, even if there is no one, you will still be beautiful.
Cheng Fan's "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king's fragrance, fragrant in the breeze.
The beauty of the cave has never been more prosperous and beautiful.
Cao Yin's "Winter Orchid"
The winter grass is full of cold green, and the orchids are also flowers.
You are as clear as a bigot, and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has a few hairpins, which are divided into two buns.
The fragrance in the evening window makes me think, and the shadow of the wind is like a bonfire.
Zhu Zaizhen's "Jianlan"
Clusters of orchids grow in the valley, and berries are scattered all over the forest.
It doesn’t matter if it’s not carved, it’s better than being a door support.
The chariot arrived at Yuguan Mountain and Zipei Zhenji Pavilion.
Turn around and forget about the Minhai, and fall in love with Jingluo.
Thinking lightly brings back fragrance in the daytime, and the clear spring is a good way to enjoy it in the evening.
Jade Zhen plays again and again, and the sky is like a dream.
Hua Yan's "Orchid"
The clouds are solid and graceful, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.
The cool breeze stirs the night, and the beautiful lady begs for you.
Gao Fenghan's "Inscribed on Zheng Banqiao's Painting of Orchids and Chen Gaifu's Painting of Pines"
Gaifu's paintings of pine trees are scattered, while Banqiao's paintings of orchids are scattered.
The orchids are blooming, the orchids are fragrant, and the pine branches are brushed by the wind.
Sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave is enjoying himself too much.
Huang Ren's "Inscription on Orchid" (three poems)
Where is the fragrance in your room? The four walls are empty valleys.
One punch is ancient and charming, and the beauty is alone.
Yuanli thinks a lot, and my heart is full of pain during the long journey.
The paper window attracts the fragrant soul, but the appearance is not worthy of admiration.
Magnetic buckets raise beautiful stones, and those with clear origins are fragrant far away.
You came from Wangchuan and got this powder copy.
Liao Liang's "Write a Blue Stone with a Letter"
A piece of empty mountain stone, with several stems of valley grass.
Writing this letter to those who are in trouble, don’t forget Lin Quan.
Li Fangying's "Orchid Album" (three poems)
Confused Xiao Ai's dew is cold, and the heroes of the ages will never dry up in tears.
When I put down my pen and talk about the past, Hengqin may not necessarily tune Yilan.
The clear breeze of Chu Wan flows through the writing, and I have been a guest for twenty years.
Self-pity does not sing the orchid song, thousands of leaves and flowers are for the world to see.
Don’t laugh at the total ignorance when asking the sky, but also regret that the orchid hair on the temples is growing thin.
When the family is exhausted and worried about the hoeing, and when they go into the mountains, they are afraid of losing their beauty.
Wang Shishen's "Orchid"
Orchids emerge from the valley, and flowers bloom in autumn.
In the secluded period with me, I want to return to the empty mountain.
"Album Page of Voiceless Sound in the Empty Valley"
The orchid grass is worthy of the hermit's heart, its self-prosperity and self-withering are deep in the white clouds.
The spring breeze fills the empty valley every year, leaving the fragrance in the plain Qin.
Li Eel's "Ink Orchid"
The flowers are shallow in summer and deep in spring, with several stamens on one stem scattered horizontally.
Although it is not as good as Orchid, planting a hundred acres of it is still a luxury.
"Fangfei in the Valley"
This is a vivid description of Fangfei, with only potted plants and stone surrounds missing.
I remember that the spring breeze dispersed in the deep valley, and the flowers were like grass while the woodcutter returned.
Jin Nong's "Painting Orchid"
After the rain in the deep forest, the pen and inkstone are cold, but the female orchid is blooming but there is no man.
The soft paper and parallel ears are as slender as those of Jinling Ma Siniang.
"Lu Lan" by Miao Gongen
The ice roots and green leaves are mixed and barren, and the dawn dew is shining brightly with pearls.
The smile is half-sucking and half-vomiting, and the heart is bright and clear.
"Youlan is written by Mr. Yi Feng" by Shen Tong
The orchid spreads across the empty valley and becomes the king's fragrance.
The fragrant breeze fills the fields, and the plain posture condenses the clear light.
Emotional and independent.
How can Xiao and Ai become friends?
Xiao Aizi reveals her beauty, and her orchids are covered in severe frost.
As soon as the scenery changes, the clothes will be worn.
Zheng Xie's "Picture of Half a Pot of Orchids"
The pot is half hidden and the flower is half contained.
Don’t seek to vent, don’t be afraid of withering.
"Ti Lai Lan"
Two pots of orchid, one night and one morning.
The flowers come one after another, in late spring and dawn in summer.
"Tilan"
The orchid grass has grown into a row, and the mountains are full of meaning.
If you are loyal and still embrace yourself, there is no need to compete with others.
"Qiaobi Orchid"
The cliff is a thousand feet, and the orchids are blue in the sky.
There is a woodcutter down there, but he can’t break it with his hand.
"Orchid"
If the roots are large, why complain about short and sparse leaves.
Spring thunder lurks at night, and its fragrance flies into the clouds.
"Orchid"
There are many hidden intentions and unwillingness to show affection.
After the Qingming Festival, the essence enters the Xia Qing Dynasty.
"Orchid" (five poems)
Orchids are not flowers, they are people in my eyes.
It is difficult to write this flower god with a Xiangguan pen.
The fragrance of orchids is not the fragrance, it is the breath in my mouth.
It is difficult to describe the taste of lips with a Xiangguan pen.
A seventy-three-year-old man has painted orchids for fifty years.
No matter how windy or thundery it is, it will not wither for a long time.
There are wonderful gaps between one stroke and two strokes.
It’s hard to believe that he waved his hand regardless of the traces of those who came before him.
There are roots that are not in the ground, but there are flowers that bloom all year round.
Kai Zai once understood, and the secret came to him.
"Conglan Thorns"
The thorns comfort the roots, and the wind and dew smooth the spirits.
The pure heart does not express joy and anger, and the grass is also stained with the remaining spring.
"Poetry Notes on Quweng Mountain, Small Landscapes of the Eight Great Mountains of Shitao and Shixi, and One Volume of Baiding Molan***"
When the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, the temples are full of blood, and a bag of poems Draw a tutu.
Thousands of horizontal and vertical strokes, not many ink spots but many tears.
"Sending Orchids to Yuan Mei's Mansion in Jiaoshan"
Qiulan sent one hundred and eighty arrows to the stone house in Jiaoshan.
Xiaoyue knocked on the door and passed the note. Yanfan came across the river last night.
"Picture of Orchid in a Pot and Leaning on a Lobster"
Spring orchids are not yet blooming, summer orchids are blooming, and the painting clearly calls A-Dai.
After reading it, the prosperity and withering are full of pots, and they are pulled out and planted several times.
"Picture of Broken Pot of Orchids"
The spring rain and spring breeze describe the beautiful face, and the quiet and elegant charm falls into the world.
Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.
"Picture of Orchids on Qiaobi"
The orchids on the top of the mountain bloom early, and the little arrows on the mountainside are still pregnant.
The painter intends to teach people to stop and save, so why should the east wind be a good matchmaker?
"A painting of orchids and thorns sent to Cai Taishi"
The painting is full of orchids in spring, with a few brush strokes of thorns and hazels beside it.
The world can accommodate both good and evil. I want to see warm and distant people.
"Orchid" (four poems)
In Qu Song's article, the grass and trees are tall, and the orchid spectrum of the ages is overwhelming.
How to be a cheap person and sell it to others? It’s a matter of picking and choosing on the streets.
This is a kind of quiet flower. I don’t want to hear it, just the haze.
When collecting firewood, you may be afraid of the trail, and even write about the mountains being covered.
Orchid is originally a grass in the mountains, and this flower is also planted in the mountains.
There are so many plants in the world, it is better to keep them with the mist.
The orchid grass in the mountains is in a mess, the leaves are warm, the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong.
It is not far away to send incense out of the valley, but it can be sent to the worldly world.
"Painted Orchid to Taoist Ziqiongya"
Looking and searching in the mountains, I found red hearts and plain hearts.
I want to send a branch a long way, but the dew is cold and the fragrance is so cold now.
"Broken Pot of Orchids"
The spring rain and spring breeze wash away the beautiful face, and I say Qiongdao to the world.
Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.
"A Painted Pot of Orchids to Send Yang Dianshi of Fan County to Return to Hangzhou Due to Sickness"
The orchids are not suitable for Shandong, and who knows that the fragrance moves far away in the sky.
Draw a pot and carry it back, and plant it on the two peaks of the north and south.
Later, he was snatched away by a good person, and Yang was very upset. More than ten years later, I passed through Hangzhou, and Duke Yang had been dead for a long time. His descendants told the story and begged for a painting to make up for it. It is both a preface and a poem: I miss you so much that I can entrust the soul of a flower to drift into the West Lake and knock on the door of the tomb. As a Taoist, I have resumed my writing career, and I am still a master and a grandson.
"Broken Branch Orchid"
More paintings of spring breeze are worthless, one branch of sapphire and half a branch of beauty.
The sun rises in the mountains and the birds in the forest carry out their beaks of lovesickness in February.
"Painting Thorny Orchids for Master Lvsong"
If thorns are not tolerated, the orchids will not grow, and heretics and demons will look on with cold eyes.
The doorway may be fragrant or filthy, but only then can we realize the vastness of the Buddhadharma.