Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swam under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemums.
Bringing sound to the core, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the lingering fog, with the wind blowing up and down.
I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Bee
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Xiaoyuan Huachi is full of rotten water, and the back door and the front threshold have endless thoughts.
Concubine Mi’s waist is thin enough to show off her beauty, while Zhao Hou’s body is as light as leaning against the wind.
The red wall is lonely and the honey is gone, and the green curtain is far away and the mist is empty.
The white butterflies in Qingling are separated from their hatred, and they will meet again in mid-February.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swam under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemums.
Bringing sound to the core, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the lingering fog, with the wind blowing up and down.
I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Bee
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Xiaoyuan Huachi is full of rotten water, and the back door and the front threshold have endless thoughts.
Concubine Mi’s waist is thin enough to show off her beauty, while Zhao Hou’s body is as light as leaning against the wind.
The red wall is lonely and the honey is gone, and the green curtain is far away and the mist is empty.
The white butterflies in Qingling are separated from their hatred, and they will meet again in mid-February.
Bee
Tang Luoyin
Whether it is on the flat ground or on the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.
After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet?
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Wing the Bee
●Ming●Wu Chengen
p>Through the flowers, the willows fly like arrows, and the catkins stick to the scent like falling stars.
The tiny body can bear weight, and the thin wings can ride the wind
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"Singing the Bee" by Ge Xianting (contemporary)
Three hundred days of running around Kyushu, picking flowers in southern Xinjiang and northern China;
< p>Brewing honey all day long with physical and mental fatigue, sweetening the world================================== ==
The Winged Bees (Wang Jin)
fly through thousands of flowers one after another, never having a day's leisure in their lives.
Everyone in the world praises honey for its delicious taste, but who can pity me for adding fuel to the bottom of the cauldron?
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Chinese Poetry The 'Poetry of Chanting Bees' praised by monks and gods:
The monk refuses to go out and throws himself out of the window, and he is also obsessed with it. When will he come out?
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" Honey Spleen and Bee Song" Tang Qianqi
Nian Nian The flower market has been flooded several times, and the cold days and nights have increased.
After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for