Chrysanthemum Rhythm]--Li Shiguang--The autumn frost creates the chrysanthemum city flower, and the endless romance writes about the sunset; I can pick up random sentences at will, and the innate charm has entered thousands of homes. 〔Autumn Sound〕--Fengzi-- There is a piece of gold in front of the steps under the corridor, and the sound of incense wafts over visitors. Only because of the heavy frost can he become a hero, and the east fence of Liangyuan is connected with ancient and modern times. [Chrysanthemum of Jucheng]--Wang Ruting--The image of lions and dragons flies into the sky, once again glorious and powerful! The alleys and streets are filled with fragrance, and the chrysanthemums bloom on the desks in September. Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu": Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang. Taizong of the Tang Dynasty's "Fu De Canju": The orchids on the steps are condensed with summer frost, and the chrysanthemums on the banks shine in the morning light. The dew is thick and the smile is bright, the wind is light and the fragrance is lingering. The thin leaves are light green, and the round flower clusters are bright yellow. Still as beautiful as she is today, she will be beautiful again after remarrying. "Nine Days in Yun'an" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The cold flowers have all bloomed, and the chrysanthemums are only full of branches. The number of people who pick the old wines changes frequently, and the light-flavored wine temporarily follows. "Ying Chrysanthemum" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: One night's fresh frost covered the tiles, and the new plantains were broken by the lotus. Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is more clear at dawn. "Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence edges are gradually sloping. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed. "Chrysanthemum" by Wu Lülei of the Tang Dynasty. Charming golden skirt, slim white jade skin. I know that the time is very different, and it seems to be the same as the cold season. If you fall to the ground, you can't bear it, but if you hold on to your skills, you'd rather die. "Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty is dark and light purple, melting and yellow. Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant. When is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun. May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall. Su Shi's "Zhao Chang Han Ju" of the Song Dynasty has light muscles and weak bones, scattered and quiet flowers, and the golden pistils are full of flowing clouds. If you want to know, the old trillium medicine will bloom when all the herbs are destroyed. "Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden house in front shines on the sand. There are few girls in the world who have no charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. Song Dynasty Lu You's "Folding Chrysanthemums on September 12th" The yellow flowers are fragrant and unique, and the technique of pairing the chrysanthemums wrongly during the Double Ninth Festival. After a late start, I saw Ling Shuangcao more and more, making it laughable for children to say that it was out of date. Song Dynasty Mei Yaochen's "Remnant Chrysanthemum" The scattered golden pistils do not change their fragrance even though they are withered. The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, and it is still possible to clear the glass from the car. "Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty. The native flowers can be white or red, and they can still love this work in the late festival. I would rather embrace the fragrant branches and grow old than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind. Jin·Yuan Haowen's "Ode to October Chrysanthemum" The fragrance of autumn was used in poets' poems in the old days, but now it is passed down to busy people in late festivals. If it is not the west wind that keeps guests, the plum blossoms will fade away after a long time. "Chrysanthemum" by Shen Zhou of the Ming Dynasty. Flowers begin to appear at the roots of the hedgerows in autumn, but they meet with prosperity from indifference. The doorway to the west wind contains fragrance, except the Tao family to my home. "Ying Chrysanthemum" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. The nature of things has always been in a different family. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and tired of time? Chrysanthemums bloom in a land of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums blooming in spring. "Chrysanthemum" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty. There are secluded bushes on three paths in the hometown, and frost falls in the blue sky one night. There are so many guests who have not returned from the end of the world, but they use the fence to watch the autumn breeze. Dong Biwu's "Appreciating Chrysanthemums" There are more than a hundred species of chrysanthemums, and the flowers bloom beautifully. The outside of the garden is pale in autumn, but the mood of spring is swirling before my eyes. Who is responsible for the merit of creation? Hard-working and intelligent. Enjoy your heart and invite guests to enjoy your life; sing and sing happily to prolong your life. "Autumn Ju" by Chen Yi Autumn chrysanthemums can be proud of frost, but they are full of wind and frost. It is cold-resistant by nature, but nothing can be done about wind and frost! The chrysanthemum poem in "A Dream of Red Mansions" is one of the best. Please enjoy the chrysanthemum poem in the Red Mansion Art Garden. Recalling the Chrysanthemums Looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the polygonum red reeds are white and the heart is broken. There are no traces of autumn in the old garden with empty fences, and there is knowledge in dreams of clear frost under the thin moon. Thinking about it, my heart goes back to Yanyuan, and I sit alone and listen to the evening anvil. Whoever takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease can express my condolences that I will meet again during the Double Ninth Festival. ---- Heng Wujun Visiting Ju Take a leisurely trip while the frost is clear, and don't leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded. Who grows it under the moonlight before the frost? Where is the autumn outside the threshold and beside the fence? The wax clogs come from far away and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough. If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don't bear the burden of leaning on the head of the staff today. ---- Mr. Yihong planted chrysanthemums. He brought a hoe to the autumn garden and planted it beside the fence in front of the garden. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost. Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold wine. The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently, so that I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust. ----Yihong Gongzi Duiju The flowers moved from other gardens are more precious than gold, one trace is light and the other is deep. Ketou sat beside the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cool fragrance. There is no king in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows everything! Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but cherish every inch of sunshine. ----Old friends of Zhenxia offer chrysanthemums. Playing the piano and drinking wine are a happy couple. Several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet space. Separately, the incense is spread out in three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch. The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels. The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums. ----Old Friend of Zhenxia, ??Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound falls silent while walking around the fence and licking the stones. The fortune in every detail is written in the frost, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth is chanting to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment. Who can explain the autumn heart in a few words? Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day. ----Concubine Xiaoxiang, Painting Chrysanthemums, Poems and plays, I don't know how to be crazy, how can it be a contest of painting and drawing? The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn. Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, or sticking to the screen to chat to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival. ---- Heng Wujun asked Ju. He wanted to know about the autumn mood, but no one knew it. He murmured with his hands behind his back and knocked on the east fence: Who can hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late to bloom? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? Can Honggui's cricket disease cause lovesickness? If you don't have anything to talk about in the world, why not talk about it for a while. ----Concubine Xiaoxiang Hairpin Chrysanthemum The vase is used to plant fences every day. I am busy every day, so I never recognize the makeup in the mirror. Mr. Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard. The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost. High emotions are not in the eyes of people at the time, and he claps his hands and laughs on the roadside.
- --- Jiao Xia Ke Chrysanthemum Shadow Autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths. The sparse lights on the windows depict the far and near, and the moonlight locks are exquisite through the sieves of the fence. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty. Don't step on the cherished secret fragrance to break it. Who can recognize the hazy eyes when you are drunk? ----Old Friend of Zhenxia, ??Ju Meng. I had a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon were indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past. When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose to break away. I am frightened and come back, so I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who can I complain to when I wake up: The decaying grass and cold smoke have endless love! ---Concubine Xiaoxiang The residual chrysanthemum The dew and frost are gradually pouring down, and the feast has just passed the light snow. The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves. Half of the bed is filled with the sound of cicadas under the moonlight, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away. We will meet again next year when the autumn wind tells us, don't miss us when we break up for the time being! ----Jiao Xia Ke
Reference: /web/teacher/zhuyongxia/gu3.htm Appreciating Chrysanthemums (Shen Junru) A cluster of cold chrysanthemums is more beautiful than the beautiful flowers, and the green gauze is moving in the clear window. At first I felt a slight fragrance in the warm room, and it was really strange and beautiful. Poems about Qiuju (Chen Yi) Qiuju can be proud of the frost, but is exposed to heavy wind and frost. It is cold-resistant, but what can it do about wind and frost? Chrysanthemum Appreciation (Zhu De) The branches of strange flowers are independent, and the jade bones and ice muscles are closed under the eyes. Let's listen to the peace of the world, and I am willing to use chrysanthemum wine to resolve the old grudges. Fragrance by the side of chrysanthemums (Zang Kejia) Scenery of the North Country, no wind or rain during the Double Ninth Festival. If you don’t go to the western mountains to see the red leaves, you will come to see the yellow leaves. People lean against the sparse fence, the palace wall is surrounded by flowers, the red curtains of the city are decorated, and the gate tower looks up to the sky. Borrowing the fragrance, I only appreciate it alone, thinking about the flying geese flying to the end of the world. No need to hold a bowl of wine, reciting good verses silently is particularly delicious. The figure is thin and energetic, with his head raised towards the east. Appreciating Chrysanthemums (Dong Biwu) is famous for growing more than a hundred chrysanthemums, with beautiful and beautiful flowers. The outside of the garden is pale in autumn, but the mood of spring is swirling before my eyes. Who is responsible for the merit of creation? Hard-working and intelligent. Enjoy your heart and invite guests to enjoy your life; sing and sing happily to prolong your life. White Chrysanthemums on the Double Sunset (Bai Juyi) The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums, and there is a solitary cluster in the middle that looks like frost. It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field. Chrysanthemum (Li Shangyin) is dark lavender, melting yellow. Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant. When is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun. May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall. Chrysanthemums (Yuan Zhen) The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and are gradually sloping around the fence. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed. Yongju (Huang Chao) When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The incense formation soaring into the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. Wang Anshi's Broken Chrysanthemums Wind and rain hit the garden at dusk, and the crumpled chrysanthemums are scattered all over the ground with gold; a broken branch is still there, but the poor man cherishes the flowers. Bai Juyi's "Ode to White Chrysanthemums on the Double Sunset": The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums, and there is a solitary cluster in the middle that looks like frost. It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field. Ouyang Xiuju *** is sitting by the railing, the sun is setting, and the golden pistil is full of flowing clouds. If you want to know but the old medicine is old, the flowers will bloom when the grass is destroyed. Huang Chao When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the fragrant pistils are cold and the butterflies are hard to come by. If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum (Three Poems) 1. Being aloof and unmatched overwhelms all the fragrances, but it is in vain to store the soul of fragrance in the frost. It's hard to be charming in a cold season, and the skinny bones in half a fence are too desolate. Pick up some wine to mix the poetry, and then complain about the sunset in the wind. Why bother to live in a different style? It is also the same as the soil that is dry and yellow. 2. The solitary mark is not the same as the flowers. The light fragrance is empty. The wine is still warm and lonely, and the wind blows hazy due to mistakes. The ice kettle is left blank due to pity, and the jade bones are red with resentment in autumn. A petal is cold and evenly thin, and the fairy smiles in the sunset on the east fence. Three Autumn comes without flowers blooming, and it becomes thin and cold and enters the Chutian. Drink the Yurun Liuxiang tea outside, and sleep in the bone-cutting wine with frost. There is no need to fight for your charm, just to be pitiful. A petal of love opens thinly, and endless past memories are played on the strings.