Shan Yuan Xiao mei Lin bu
Fragrant flowers all shake off the lonely and mysterious smoke. This branch was born in the mountains and the ten dragons and grandchildren circled the phoenix pool.
Xuanxuzi's bamboo ode
There are not many kinds of crow shows in Hanyan, and Wang Anshi, a plum blossom in the small garden, occupies all the amorous feelings.
There are a few plums in the corner, and the pink butterfly seems to be dead, and the powder is chatting with the hedge, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the dusk of the month.
Li Lang's Poems and Songs
Once, lovesickness once met, snowdrifts spread all over the four mountains, and it was still strong and has turned into a half-face makeup.
Once upon a time in Sanqu Road
Plums are yellow and sunny.
The wind is very cold. Distant knowledge is not snow. When the shade comes, the road is not reduced, and the people in Zhangtai leave the bones and fragrance.
Plum blossom quatrains (Lu You)
Wen's flowers are full of breeze. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to exchange, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance, giving me a heart room.
Ling Xiao has spread his leaves. Maybe two butterflies were accidentally scattered and a tree was piled in the snow. The business after the rain is full of steps, and it is in the broken rock at all.
Frostbird wants to get a sneak peek, and there will be new students next year.
I lost a plum blossom poem at chess with Xue Zhaoming (Wang Anshi).
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see plums. Will fly back to the empty dance, cold ling alone.
Who is not a real gentleman?
The straight section is a field, and the wind is southeast and northwest.
Hsinchu is taller and more open-minded than the old bamboo branches. It is better to wear rain and dew, but it flows all over the mountain and add four or five orioles, which is not vulgar and incurable.
Night in this world is a frequent front seat.
There are tears in the sea, and the most infatuated place is the most affectionate. Memories of other years in Nanmo, Fengcheng. How can it be transformed into hundreds of billions? It is better to be a fairy cave.
Bamboo in Wen Zhiming
Share the slender green jade branches. The thin shadow is oblique and shallow.
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Zhenbanqiao
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax. Three thousand trees live at the foot of a lonely mountain, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Song qi, the fallen flower
The falling elements turn red and hurt each other.
2. An ancient poem describing plum blossom and bamboo: Lu Meipo, a poet in the Song Dynasty: Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet stopped writing and commenting on the chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang. Lin Bu: Go through all kinds of hardships to shake off loneliness and occupy a 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.
Lotus: The West Lake written by Liu Yong is full of Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. The lotus fragrance painted by Huang Tingjian, covered with green and red, is still fragrant. (Qing Dynasty) Shu Wei vividly described the Lotus Festival in Xing Wu County, Jiangsu Province on June 24th of the lunar calendar. He wrote: "It should be the flower god who avoids longevity, and ten thousand people are like the sea without flowers." On Lake Xiao Qing, a poem by Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty: "Lotus smiles, rouge is exposed to the bath, and no one will see makeup." Wang Anshi, a politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem "West Pacific Palace Wall": "Willow leaves sing.
Lotus is full of wind and rain in the lake (Yang Ji's Sleepwalking in the West Lake in Ming Dynasty), Rest when it rains (Rain in the West Lake by Wu Weixin in Song Dynasty), and Shui Mei is wet with lotus powder (Lotus by Wang Yuepu in Song Dynasty). Yang Wanli's poem "Zhao Jun's resentment-praising lotus for rain": "However, it is the pool lotus that jumps into the rain, and the real pearls are exhausted, gathering into a nest of mercury and shedding clear waves."
Four bright poems (Tang Dynasty): Green Lotus Leaves Moving with Dewdrops; (Qing Dynasty) Zhu Yizun's poem "Manjianghong-West Lake Lotus": "A few cold rains make pearls green". Li Shangyin's "floating world was originally gathered and scattered, and everything was red." ("The Banquet of Chongrang Mansion on July 29th") In spring, Xiao He showed his edge.
In Yang Wanli's poem "Little Pond", "Little Lotus has just emerged, and a dragonfly has long stood on its head", and in Xie Tiao's poem, "Fish play with new Lotus, and birds scatter flowers and fall". Summer thousand layers of jade cover millions of red makeup.
"Lotus flowers are still worried about the heat at dusk, and their faces are covered with blue umbrellas" (Yang Wanli's "Wandering the Lotus Pond at Dusk") and "Xie Huanxi stayed in the rain" (Lotus Leaf by Zheng Gu in Tang Dynasty). Autumn dew cold lotus room drops of powder.
"The green house is covered with green, and it is yellow." (Xiao Yi's Poem on Picking Lotus in the Southern Dynasties) "I can't bear to spend less on green flowers ... I miss the green house all night, but I don't know if it is autumn wind."
(Hà Thu by Liu Yin in Yuan Dynasty) "Red and thin fragrance ... Lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves." (Li Qingzhao's "Remembering the King's Day") "Don't leave the garden with the fish to cover the sunset."
Lotus leaf (Zhou Mi's "West Waste Garden") withered and trembled, while lotus leaf (Zhao Wei's "Looking at Autumn in Changan") withered and fell into red. "The lotus leaf is full of water, and the setting sun is choppy. "(Song Shu Shu's Little Mermaid-Sending Official Degree). In winter, the lotus leaves no shelter from the rain.
Bamboo: Ode to Bamboo and Wentong in Song Dynasty (I suddenly remembered that I wrote this poem while studying bamboo in my hometown). Bamboo in my hometown circles around Dongxi, occupying 10,000 pieces of water and sand. I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late.
Excerpted from "132 painter in China", Song Huichong, a small well by the river, has a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the river water warms the duck prophet. Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
Among many bamboo shoots, songs and kings, the Spring Cup was found alone. Rhinoceros is covered with brocade.
Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left. Throw three turtle shells.
Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events. Xie Zhongxing Liu, Song Zhuzi sent a new bamboo shoot from Hanlin, and he was pleased to see the white unevenness. Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture.
Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, I wish Tang Li Jianxun a branch that blew the old wind on Qiong Festival and forgot to go back when making love. The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.
Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, Jong Li of Tingchutang accidentally moved to a nearby building from a Buddhist temple in the mountains for planting. The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come.
Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses. The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly.
Bamboo drum is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It is loose when it is hidden in water. Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.
The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer. Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.
Bamboo Tang Wei style bamboo, near the pool, like jade. Quiet and quiet, and smoky green.
It is better to rob the festival than to change it. There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough.
The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix. Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing.
Excerpted from ancient and modern Chinese and foreign 2 1-30, 1. Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Garden. In Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees are humming, while small bridges are flowing. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
2. "Autumn Ci" Tang. Liu Yuxi's mountains are clear and clear, and first frost comes at night. Several trees are dark red and light yellow. Trying to go deep into the bone marrow on a tall building is as crazy as spring. 3. "Don. Born in Luoyang, Zhang saw the autumn wind and wanted to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
4. "Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" Tang Libai is picturesque in the Jiangcheng River, and the mountains look at the clear sky. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
5. "Chang' an Looking at Autumn" Tang. Zhao Weiyun is calm and clear, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn. When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.
Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries. Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.
6. "Autumn Moon" song. Hao Cheng Qingxi passes Bishantou, and the empty water is fresh. Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
7. The Mid-Autumn Moon song. Su Shi's twilight clouds are full of cold, and Han Yin silently turns to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
8. "Autumn Rain Sigh" Tang Du Fu's Changan cloth compares the number, locks the balance door, and keeps the ring. Old people don't plant Artemisia, and young children can walk in the rain without worry.
The whizzing rain urged the early cold, and Hu Yan's wings were too wet to fly high. Qiu Lai hasn't seen that day. When will the soil dry?
9. "Autumn Nightingale" Tang. Born in the autumn dew, Wang Weigui is light and thin without changing clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
10. "Autumn Day" song. Cheng Hao is idle, and he is red when he sleeps. Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time.
Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation. Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
1 1. The song Charm. Liu Youqiu went to the corner of the border town to mourn, and the bonfire shone on the high platform. Singing and singing, standing on a high place, he gave wine to the land, which produced infinite enthusiasm for restoring Guanzhong.
Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
12. Qiu Liuqing. Wang Shizhen, what is the most fascinating place in Qiu Lai? The afterglow of the west wind is white. Tomorrow is a bad day, but today is haggard, and the night is a smoke mark.
Worry is Huang Qiyang's life, and dream is Wu Ye Village in the south of the Yangtze River. It is always difficult to talk about jade customs without listening to the breeze playing the flute.
Lu Meipo, a poet in Song Dynasty: Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, but the poet put it aside.
3. Plum Blossom Bamboo Poem Plum Blossom
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"
How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold? -Ode to the Opening Ceremony by Master Huang Berui
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. -Lu Meipo's "Xue Mei No.1"
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom/Plum Blossom
Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was you. -Lutong "Thinking"
There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. -Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky, Snow Show Mountain City, Jade Meaning Cold"
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and different peaches and plums are mixed; -Wang Mian's "Bridled Eyebrows"
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. -Cold nights in Du Lei.
bamboo
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. -Zheng Xie's Hsinchu
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. -Wang Wei's bamboo house
Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, tears of acacia sustenance. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"
What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us. -Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple/Chengtian Night Tour
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
Gai Chaifei, thank him for accompanying me to my cold study. -Shen Zijin's Jade Furong Rain Window Xiao Yong
With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. -Li Yu's Yu Meiren, the wind returns to the yard, and the courtyard is lush.
Our single lamp shines through cold and wet, wet bamboo and dark floating smoke. -Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Don't Shen Han"
4. A poem about plum blossom and bamboo. Xiao Mei is in the mountain garden.
Lin Hejing
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"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 bottles.
Chinese plum
Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Wang Anshi
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Yimei
Li shangyin
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
Tangde bamboo building
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear. Come and take pictures tomorrow.
Zheng Qing Banqiao Inscription Poem:
Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings.
Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.
The ancient poems about plum blossom and bamboo are easily destroyed.
-Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossom" When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the flowers. -Mao Zedong "Fu Yongmei" corner several plum blossom, ling2 han2 alone.
-Wang Anshi's "Mei" has a thin shadow, shallow water and fragrance at dusk. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden (I)" is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains.
-Lu You's "Yongmei" knows from a distance that it is not snow, because it has fragrance. —— Wang Anshi's "Mei" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the prophet of Chunjiang Plumbing Duck.
-Su Shi's "Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong" is as empty as water, and the algae and grass in the water are interlaced, setting off bamboo and cypress. -Why is there no moon at night in Su Shi's Night Tour of Chengtian Temple? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us.
-Su Shi visited Chengtian Temple at night, a secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, and a Buddhist retreat. -Chang Jian's "A Buddhist Temple Behind the Broken Mountain Temple" Yazhai lies and listens small, and it is suspected that it is the voice of the people's sufferings.
-Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo by Wei County Department in the Year of Bao Bo's Great Success" crossed the thousands of feet River and entered the bamboo pole. -Li Qiao's wind.
6. Poems about "Plum" and "Bamboo" Plum Blossoms Tang Cui Daorong calculated that the calyx contained snow at the beginning, so it was difficult to draw one alone.
There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold. Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease.
Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy. Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month.
I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it. The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold.
If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list. Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow.
The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know. Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other.
You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing. Plum Blossom Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang has a plum tree, and now it has several flowers.
Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.
If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.
In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old. I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere.
Vegetables are short and red wax flowers. How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night.
Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night. Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing.
Give plum blossoms to Sushi Ridge in Song Mei, and the flowers will be white and pedestrians will not come. Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum.
Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost. Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world.
Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is often vivid with pen and ink, and Song's understanding of Mei Hua is more real. Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold.
Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum. Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei.
Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow. I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond.
Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading. Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams.
On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first. As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea. Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken.
A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease. No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it.
Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?
Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man.
The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
"Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away. A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village.
It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers. Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers.
Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year. There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now.
Feng Zizhen of West Lake Meiyuan is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and the romantic month of Liuqiao is a bosom friend. Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity.
Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take a picture by the cold pond. I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most.
Inscription: Mo Meiyuan, Tao, Chu Shi's home is in Mingyue Mountain, where the lake is cold and soaked in jade. It seems that the vertical and horizontal pens and iron rings of the seal have become flowers.
Yangshan road, Zhongyuan stone is good at staying in the rain, fighting for points in spring, and flying over the ancient grave. Seeing people living in the deep dock, Meihua stopped opening the door around the house.
The grass is not deep in the Spring Festival Evening, and the sky is clear and the garden is moist. It's raining in Chuqing, and the shadow of childhood is dark.
In winter, Yu released crows in Lin Qingxu and covered them with bamboo curtains. Why did you ask Wang Sungui to return? Yu Mei opens a flower to the north.
Xia Wanchun thinks of plum blossoms in his hometown when he meets flowers, but snow can't cover the cold mountain road. The bright moon has similar worries, and a plain shadow treats others.
Mei Wei has never seen plum blossom spectrum, she has her own god. If you don't believe me, try a thousand trees, and the east wind makes spring.
Wang Yuanzhang painted Mei Ming and Xu Wei upside down. He was too lonely to copy the clouds. Don't take everything too seriously, and don't blame plum blossoms for falling to the ground.