1. All poems about flowers in primary school Chinese textbooks
A complete collection of poems about flowers in Chinese language textbooks. My clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind is not cold on my face. I listened to the spring rain all night in the small building, and it was deep. In the Ming Dynasty, apricot blossoms were sold in the alley, and the garden was full of spring scenery. I couldn’t close it. A branch of red apricot came out of the wall, with a thick green color. Thousands of red apricot branches were a little red. The moving spring scenery didn’t need much. I’d rather hold the fragrance to death. How could it ever be blown down by the north wind? In the deep snow in Qian Village, last night When a branch blooms, no one should praise its color, but it should leave the world full of fresh air. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms and reaches the sky. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun and are all red. The flowers are gradually charming, and Asakusa can only It is not a ruthless thing to have horse hooves falling red. It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. I don’t know if the water blooms first. It is suspected that the lotus fragrance is sold in late summer after the winter snow has not been sold. The chrysanthemum smell enters the new autumn. The green bamboo contains new pink. The red lotus falls off the old clothes. There are bottles of wine in the pavilion, hibiscus blooms on all sides, the wind brings fragrance, the sound of bamboo dew drops is clear, the color of bamboo is green under the stream, the lotus mirror is fragrant, the floating lotus leaves are round, the fine wheat falls lightly, the wind contains emerald Xiaojuanjuanjuan, the raindrops are red and slowly come. The perfume is clear and round, and the wind lifts the lotus leaves one by one like clouds with constant fragrance. The boat sways into the Xiling rouge, the thin snow smokes the sinking water, the emerald plate is high and the luminous light rain passes, the small lotus turns, the pomegranate blossoms are about to burn, and the autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful. Color, the chrysanthemums in the deep courtyard are dewed by the rain. I don’t like the chrysanthemums that are half-opened by the frost. The half-opened chrysanthemums on the fence are quiet. This flower has bloomed and there are no flowers. The lotus has been sad until autumn. On the eighth day of the lunar month, after the flowers have bloomed, the courtyard is full of flowers, and the west wind is blowing. The stamens are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come. The lotuses are all gone, and there is no rain cover. There are still proud frost branches on the east fence. After dusk, there is a faint fragrance of New Year birds on the sleeves. There are thousands of chirping sounds, the poplars are all over the road in February, and the poplars and elm pods are flying. There is no ingenious thinking, but the snow is flying all over the sky. The moonlight in the courtyard is clear and bright. Countless poplars are passing by without a shadow. The spring breeze does not release the poplars. The faces of passersby are fluttering in confusion and refuse to paint the hall. Zhuhu, the spring breeze is free, the poplar flowers are three parts of the spring color, two parts are dust, the other part is the flowing water, there is no one on the willow path, the falling catkins fly without a shadow, the falling powder is red, the day is fragrant, the catkins fall silently, the spring tears are shed, the moving clouds have shadows, the moon is shy in the stream There is no one in the house, and a few plum blossoms are blooming and falling in the corner. Ling Han is blooming alone, and the plum blossoms are like snow.
Both strange and strange, the sound of wind and rain comes at night, how many begonias have fallen without hesitation of rouge color, the barley is yellow in the south wind in April in the drizzle, the jujube flowers have not fallen, and the tung leaves have grown, and there are no catkins. When the wind blows, only the sunflowers are leaning towards the sun. The grass is warm and the clouds are dim. In spring, the palace flowers are blowing in the face to see off the passers-by. Flower branches and grass vines are blooming in the eyes. The little white and red cheeks are about to leave in late spring. The falling flowers are returning to dance in the wind. The falling flowers come and go as they wish. The flowers and the willows are flowing by the boat, and the purple butterflies and wasps are all sentimental. The fragrance spreads to the heart of heaven. The common grass and trees know the fragrance and smell the flowing water. The shadows fall in the wild. People are willing to be far away by the wind. Every door and alley is full of spring. Looking at the vastness The sea of ??fragrant snow, a good title on the mountainside of my house, and the moss pattern of wind and raindrops. The lingering fragrance in the desert can be smelled in silence. I picked up the red snow in the cold world. The fragrant fragrance cut away from the dust seems to be an ordinary color. The white plum blossoms in the ice and snow are lazily assigned to the red plum blossoms. , Show off your beauty first, welcome the drunkenness, open the courtyard, there is no snow on the winding sill, the flowing water is empty, the mountains have sunset, there is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, I want to give you a sprig of spring, in front of the window, the winter plum blossoms are not yet blooming on the mountainside, in the valley, on the waterside, in the village, the flowers have been thinned and the soul of the guest has been cut off The beauty is unnoticed, but the plum blossoms in the back garden are already blooming. The coldest plum blossoms are the most detestable. They are often used as shadows of last year's flowers and willows hanging on the river. The plum blossoms are in decline in the snow, and there are also letters from the south of the Yangtze River. When the plum blossoms are approaching, there is no time to socialize. A ridge is filled with plum blossoms, but the water is left and the mountains are devoid of attitude. The wind and moon are cooked by sparse plum blossoms. It’s already dusk and I am alone in sorrow. The wind and rain are blowing. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water. The dark fragrance floats in the moon. At dusk, the wild plum blossoms are inexhaustible. From time to time, I see two or three peach blossoms blooming, scorching the beauty of Luoyang. The peach and plum blossoms in the east of the city are flying around and falling. In the rain, the grass is green and can be dyed. The peach blossoms on the water are red and red, and the peach red is mixed with the rain. The willows are green and bring the morning smoke. The peach blossoms are open in clusters without an owner. Lovely deep red, loving light red, crazy catkins. Dancing with the wind, the thin peach blossoms follow the water flow. Although the peach branches and plums are old, the gardenias, red peppers are bright, the grass color is green and the willow color is yellow. The peach blossoms are in chaos, and the plum blossoms are fragrant. It is the end of youth. The peach blossoms are falling like red rain, and the wild peaches are smiling on the bamboo fence. Shortly, the willows in the stream are shaking, the sand is clear, and the peach and plum blossoms are in full bloom. Only the green grass is the color of the east wind. The peach blossoms dip into the water and open on the small peach branches. The willow leaves are floating thousands of feet in the rain. The peach blossoms are slanting all the way in the sky with smoke and dew. Red apricots are planted against the clouds, green peaches are planted in the sky and dew is planted. They are not ordinary flowers. They are randomly scattered on red mountain apricot hair. New green water apples are spread out on birthdays. Spring light fights the sun. The apricot blossoms are fragrant and green, and poplar smoke is light outside the mountain city. , the spring feeling on the branches of red apricots cannot be hidden for a while. The pink walls slant with dew on the apricot tips and the steps are full of fragrant green grass. A piece of apricot blossoms are fragrant and the willow color is golden and tender. The pear blossoms are white and fragrant with snow, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums. They will never end and will never go to the east mountain for a long time. How many times have the roses been affectionate? The peonies are full of spring tears. The powerless roses lie on the branches at dawn. They are afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night. Therefore, they burn high candles to illuminate the red makeup and smile sweetly. Between the bamboo fences, the mountains of peaches and plums are always vulgar and test people behind the curtains, but the crabapples are still among the branches. The new green is heavy, the little bud hides a few reds deeply, cherish the sweet heart, don't spit it out, and teach the peaches and plums to stir up the spring breeze. Only the peony is the true national color. When the flowers bloom, the capital is moved. In May, the pomegranates illuminate the eyes. From time to time, the seeds are blooming into cinnamon on the branches. There are many dew robes, why should the rocks ring and the springs return to be light green and light red? It is the first feeling among the flowers that the flowers splash with tears, and the hateful birds are startled.