Chrysanthemum in front of the courtyard
Tang-Du Fu
The chamomile in front of the eaves moved late, and the green core was difficult to pick.
It's no use waking up in the depression tomorrow.
There are many fragrant flowers in the field beside the fence. Pick beautiful flowers to ascend to nave.
Branches and leaves grow out of the mill hole, and the roots are gone.
Qiu Si in central Fujian.
Don Du Xunhe
Autumn rain turns the color of trees pale yellow, and the wind blows on the golden leaves, and the wind is rustling.
To the north of central Fujian is a rough sea. Drawing is easy, it is hard to go.
This poem is a homesick work of poets in central Fujian. Because he was away from home, it was autumn and the scenery was sad, which made the poet homesick. But the poet does not write how beautiful and unforgettable the scenery in his hometown is at this time, nor how the autumn colors in central Fujian fade and climb, but describes the beautiful scenery in autumn in central Fujian. The first three sentences describe the scenery, full of bright, pleasant and open weather, without the bleak autumn in the north. The word "look" in the last sentence constitutes a contrast of tone.
Baiju
Tangzhang
In autumn, there are withered leaves and white flowers.
There are few seeds in the world, and the Hao family paints.
Moss is correspondingly green, and flowers should be cold alone.
Several times, it is difficult for guests to go to the elegant hall.
Zhao Chang Han ju
Song-Su Shi
Light muscles and weak bones, dispel the hidden flowers and make the gold nucleus shine.
Want to know the medicine to delay aging, let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend.
The whole poem is divided into two parts. The first two sentences describe the appearance of flowers, but subjective feelings have been integrated between words. The last two sentences are an appreciation of chrysanthemum's character.
Tell the truth, Furong, Jin Ju, Dou Xinxiang.
Song-Yan Shu
Jin Furong chrysanthemums compete for fragrance. The weather is going to be the Double Ninth Festival.
The autumn in the distant village is picturesque, and the mangrove trees are yellow.
The running water is light and the sky is blue. The road is boundless.
From a high point of view. The beauty came, and she daydreamed infinitely.
The whole poem is mainly about scenery. Through the description of climbing the mountain on the Double Ninth Festival, the poet's smug elegance and the yearning for distant relatives and friends on the Double Ninth Festival are expressed, but the sadness of this yearning is faint. In terms of language, this poem has the uniqueness of Yan Shu's ci, especially its beauty and freshness, which provides rich expressive force for the lofty and elegant artistic conception of the whole poem. In addition, the ci also pays attention to color description, among which "Jin Furong Residence", "Picturesque Autumn", "Mangroves Sparse Yellow", "Fresh Water" and "Blue Sky" all implicitly or explicitly describe the colors of the scenery, depicting a colorful picture, giving people a beautiful edification.
The wounds of death lotus yellow bow gather and disperse when she opens.
Song Yan Dao Ji
Huang Ju's injuries gathered and dispersed at the beginning. Before I remembered those flowers, * * * said that I deeply wanted to.
See Kim again, but not yet. Acacia is a night away.
The ribbon is concentric and idling. Pairing is easy, but people hate pairing.
Don't complain if you want to write colorful books. Tears have already filled the book first.
This is a sentimental parting word. When Huang Ju opened, it was the time for both sides to leave and reunite, so Huang Ju became a symbol of their separation and reunion. Every time they see Huang Ju, they are very excited.
Li Duo baiyongju
Song-Li Qingzhao
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.
Poets can't love flowers and cherish themselves, but they think that even if they love them very much, they can't leave flowers. Love can't be compared, and suddenly it becomes a broad-minded language: as long as human feelings are suitable, we must repay them in time, don't remember his loyalty and sing on the river bank; Tao Qian picked chrysanthemums from the fence in the east.
The Fairy of Magpie Bridge-Huang Ju in October
Song-Zhu Dunru
After this winter, yellow flowers began to bloom. Don't blame it for being late.
The morning dew is full of fragrant flowers, beautiful and clean.
Stay in the house and walk around the fence. Let the golden cup overflow.
Add a curtain to protect the wind and frost, and be with the sparse plum.
Partridge sky (singing peaches and chrysanthemums)
Song-Zhang Xiaoxiang
Peach is skin, chrysanthemum is makeup. I only doubt that spring will come to Chongyang.
Stealing the sky for a thousand years, dyeing the world for nine days.
New charm, old scenery. Dongli pays Wuling incense separately.
You are so blind that you mistakenly think that Tao Qian is Ruan Lang.
Nanxiangzi (Yong Tang Di Ju)
Song-Chen Shidao
It's a mess Collect money and make a scene.
Paint yellow at night and bring wine. Look at that.
The clothes are left behind, so the list is a list.
Thin but forbidden to cold. Draw people's hearts
A broken branch cannot cover an old eye.
Butterflies and bees fight for fences.
Yao Tai gathers the Eight Immortals (singing mandarin ducks and chrysanthemums)
Song-Zhang Yan
The old nursery was terrible. It rained in the middle of the night, and Ziying was still in Ao Shuang.
Warm the hedge roots and fly away to think about the cold sand.
Picking a floating cup is like playing with water, and the fragrance is like night.
Leeward oblique. On the Cuitai Trail, the embroidery workers boasted.
Bald * * * smile, full makeup, cloud bun.
Don't worry about butterflies, it's not the old days.
Even the branches are willing to compare wings and ask why the city is alone because of the cold.
Youyou, for nine rivers and mountains, is also drunk in Tao Jia.