The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report a peach blossom.
Chrysanthemum in Huang Chao
Stay in Qiu Lai on September 8th, and I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The fragrance permeates Chang 'an, and the whole city wears golden armor.
Yuan Zhen's chrysanthemum
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Chrysanthemum in Zheng Gu
Wang Sunmo put more Artemisia selengensis, and the branches were nearly mane in nine days.
Dew sunshine makes the chrysanthemum more Feng Run, and its fragrance fills the pool shore, so it never envies the tile pine that is parasitic not very high.
Fan Ceng's "Three Chrysanthemums after Double Ninth Festival"
The dew is wet in the lonely east, according to the former gold and the sediment.
Children in the world have no high rhyme, only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Fan Ceng's "Three Chrysanthemums after Double Ninth Festival"
After climbing the chrysanthemum, it is still fresh, and the drinker and the poet are ignorant.
It's like a snob who can't make friends and relatives when he leaves the car.
Chrysanthemum in Liu Kezhuang
Shame on flowers and spring flowers, Yin Qin plows the west wind.
You don't need to pull so far, you need several clumps along the fence.
Cold chrysanthemum in Zheng Sixiao
Flowers don't bloom together, so it's interesting to hedge independently.
I would rather hold incense in the branches and wait for death than be blown into the north wind!
Pei Chen's "Little Maid Chrysanthemum"
Thin chrysanthemums are built according to the steps, and it is difficult to expose the eaves.
Mo Yan's roots are weak and he can stand the autumn chill.
Zhu de Huang Hua
Soil flowers can be white or red, and you can love this work in the evening festival.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind.
Tao Yuanming's Drinking —— Fifth:
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Zheng Banqiao wrote in "Painting Chrysanthemums and Leaving Officials": "It is difficult to retreat after entering, and the official career is miserable. There is quite a hedge chrysanthemum in my house, and I will go back to the autumn wind to keep out the cold. "
Singing poems of a thousand years and drinking a glass of cold and fragrant wine is the mood of the great writer Cao Xueqin.
Li Qingzhao compared herself to a chrysanthemum and wrote: "The wine with the handle of Dongli has dark fragrance sleeves at dusk." Undead, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "
Liu Yuxi and Hu Ling performed white chrysanthemums.
Every family is yellow with chrysanthemums, and the Liangyuan is as unique as frost. Ying Jing Shu, clearly arrived at Yutang.
Fairy wears snow, but Motome doesn't wear red. Pink butterflies are hard to see, but flax ones are more fragrant.
Shake the feather fan against the wind, which contains dew and dew. Gao Yan is covered with silver wells and branches are covered with elephant beds.
Gui Cong is ashamed, while Mei Rui is jealous of Xiang first. Sing Hua Yao alone, and then play music.
Yuan songju
Lingju is planted on a cliff, and Ling Ying is freezing.
Spring dew is not stained, and autumn frost is not changed.
Bai Juyi presented white chrysanthemums at the Chongyang banquet.
A yard full of golden chrysanthemums with a bunch of flowers in the middle, the flowers are so lonely.
Also like today's song banquet, the juvenile playground of the Chinese Pulsatilla people.
Yiju Wu Hengjun (Xue Baochai)
Look at the west wind and meditate, when the reed is red and white and heartbroken.
There is no trace of the old garden in autumn, and the moon is bright and the frost is clear.
I miss my heart and go with the goose. I sit and listen to the evening anvil.
Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again in Chongyang?
Interview with Hiroko Juyi (Jia Baoyu)
Take a trip to first frost while the weather is fine. The medicine in the glass won't last long.
Who planted it in first frost a month ago? I don't care about the fence outside the threshold.
Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough.
If the yellow flower pities the poet, it won't hang the staff today.
Zhong ju hong yi childe
The autumn garden with hoes was moved here and planted in front of the fence.
I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.
There are thousands of poems about autumn, and a glass of drunkenness.
Fill the spring with mud, seal the land and cherish it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.
An old friend of Xia Zhen (Shi Xiangyun)
Other gardens are more expensive than gold, one cluster is shallow and the other is deep.
Sit on the edge of the fence and kneel in the cold fragrance.
It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant.
Qiu Guang didn't waste time to disappoint him, so he should cherish every inch of silver.
Give an old friend in An Xia a chrysanthemum pillow.
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is fascinating, and several cases are Tingting.
The neighbor has three paths of incense, and the book thrower is opposite to one autumn.
First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, the nursery was cold, and the sun set to reminisce about the past.
The world that is proud of the same smell is not as good as staying in the spring breeze for a long time.
Singing Chrysanthemum and Princess Xiaoxiang (Lin Daiyu)
The rogue poet, the devil, invaded unconsciously and sank around the wall stone.
I wrote it in the frost at the tip of my hair and sang to the moon with fragrance in my mouth.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
From Tao to Zhang, Changfeng said today.
Draw chrysanthemums and turn them into weeds.
I don't know how crazy the pen after the poem is, so it's a contest between Dan Qing and Fei.
Picking leaves splashes thousands of ink, saving flowers to dye a few traces of frost.
Light and strong gods will shadow in front of the wind, and the end of autumn wrists will be fragrant.
Don't admit that Dongli is idle, and stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang.
Wenju princess xiaoxiang
If you want to know how autumn feels, just mumble and knock on Dongli.
Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end?
How lonely is the frost in the garden?
If you don't talk about everything in the world, why don't you talk about it?
Xiake (Jia Tanchun)
The bottle for the hedge is busy every day, so I have to pay attention to the makeup in the mirror.
Chang' an childe loves flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is addicted to alcohol.
The short temples are cold and exposed in three ways, and the kudzu towel is dyed with nine autumn cream.
Clap your hands and laugh at the roadside when you are in high spirits.
Juying Xia Zhen old friend
Qiu Guang overlapped heavily, and it sneaked into the third path.
The window depicts the distance through the sparse light, and the fence screen is exquisite.
Leng Xiang's soul should stay, and the frost seal is vivid and empty.
Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it.
Ju Meng Xiao ChristianRandPhillips zi
The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon.
To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.
I will die with the goose when I sleep, and I will be upset when I am surprised.
Who will you complain to when you wake up? The grass is dying and the smoke is endless.
Canjiao xiake
The dew and frost gradually pour again, and the feast is only after the light snow.
There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches.
It's cold and late in Wan Li.
Autumn wind knows it's time to break up next year.