In previous years, it was a good season for mountains to bloom over green hills. The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.
Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac. The golden thread clusters are floating wildly, and the coral stems are broken.
Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun. The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden.
The green pearl language is full, and the Hanwu eye is gradually drifting away. Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.
If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte. Yesterday, I first came to Taniguchi to ask each other, and I stopped in front of the mountain.
I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou. Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain.
The sky is high, and the essence cannot be seen clearly, and the ninth grade emperor can't say it clearly. The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.
Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold. Send Xue Tao's school book to Shuzhong, Tang school book to Wan Li Bridge, and live in loquat flowers for retreat.
Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze. Mountain loquat soup Bai Juyi went up the mountain to cherish the years, and he was fond of Dongxi wild loquat.
The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise. Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower.
Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others. There are two mountain loquat flowers, Tang Bai Juyi, at the entrance of Shu, and a red flower at the top of the mountain.
Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you. Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder.
If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion. "Ode an epic poem for Xue Tao" Hu Ceng Wan Li Bridge Girls' School in Tang Dynasty, loquat flowers live behind closed doors.
It's better to lead the spring breeze than to sweep your eyebrows.
2. Poems describing spring loquat [Mountain loquat] Tang Bai Juyi
Old people cherish youth, and their feelings turn crimson to wild loquat fire trees.
Joan zhi basks in red yarn at sunrise. Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, reflecting that hibiscus is not a flower.
Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.
【 Send old friend Jiangling to find 】 Tang Hanyi
The host worships Jingzhou and should come all the way.
Loquat Gate faces Chu Qiu Tian. Smile, drink wine, and go upstairs to town.
Look at the style at this time. I know Xiaoyu is very romantic.
[Send Xue Tao's proofreading book to Shu]
Wan Li bridge girls' school books, loquat flowers live behind closed doors. There are fewer people sweeping their eyebrows now, but it is better to lead the spring breeze.
[Paved with Happy Sand] Tang Mao Wenxi
Spring water gently soaks moss, and loquat rosewood blooms. Stable,
Warmth and hug.
Luo socks gave birth to a wandering girl, and someone brought pearls back. The scent of blue musk deer is released first.
3. The poem 1 is related to loquat, in Tianping Mountain.
Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji
The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree loquat is ripe;
Xu Xing didn't remember how deep the mountain was, and Yingying sent it all the way home.
The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the south wind. Walk slowly along the mountain road, I don't know how far it is. The oriole sang along the road and sent me home.
2. Visit Bird in early summer.
Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half cloudy and half sunny when plums are ripe.
The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
Ducks are playing in shallow water or deep water in the pond, plums are ripe, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy. In this pleasant weather, I gave a banquet and invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging on the tree like gold, just picking and drinking and tasting.
3. Send Xue Tao's school books to Zhong Shu.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, closed doors loquat flowers.
Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.
There lived a talented geisha near Wan Li Bridge, and her house was surrounded by loquat wreaths. She lives in seclusion among loquat flowers. Nowadays, there are few talented women like her, and even those who can fully appreciate the artistic conception of literature are always worse than her.
4. The red mountain residence in the boundless river is the best.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
A few light seagulls found a bright green. Where, a pair? Come and take a bath. Read Li Sao's booze carefully and see how good it is to repair bamboo. There are flying springs, daily pearls and 3,000 welcome trees.
Spring rains are raining, and new valleys are planted. Never idle days, sleep yellow calf. Look at the clouds, the wheat ridges and the snow-covered silkworm clusters. If it is enough now, it is enough when it is not enough. With the help of Ye Lao and Shou Shou, the loquat matured.
A few light seagulls came and disturbed the clear green lake. There is also a pair of purple mandarin ducks that come out of nowhere, deliberately playing with water together and playing endlessly. While reading Li Sao carefully, I had a drink; While enjoying bamboo, we don't refuse all kinds of meat. There is also a waterfall nearby, like pearls splashing for me to watch. It keeps pouring, with 3000 hugs every day.
There is plenty of rain in spring, and the newly sown grain seeds grow green seedlings; During the slack season, the calf dozed lazily. The wheat in the field is ripe, like a continuous Huang Yun; The shiny new cocoons in the silkworm room are like piles of snow.
Alas, if you want to pursue the prosperity of life, you can already meet it at present; Xiaomi's bad area is not satisfied, when will Jing be satisfied? Seeing that I was idle, several old farmers invited me to the East Garden for a walk and said that the loquat was ripe.
5. Lang complains about poetry
Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun
After the farewell, the two places hung together.
Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years?
The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.
The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.
I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing.
On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven,
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.
Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.
Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Our thoughts have really changed since we parted. At that time, I only said that I would meet again in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now. I'm not in the mood to play the lyre or send a letter. I'll wait for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly.
There are thousands of words in my heart, but I am bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. On the Double Ninth Festival, we climb to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moons. In July and a half, I held a candle to burn incense and asked the sky. The dog days in June are so hot that people are shaking their fans, but my heart is cold.
In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, but they were drenched by a cold rain. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its line and fell helplessly. What a pity. Alas, husband, I want you to be my concubine in my next life.
There are many varieties of loquat, such as Zaozhong No.6, sweet and sour, Changhong, oval, Jiefangzhong, big and red, orange red, flat and round ... They have different varieties, different looks and different smells, but no matter which one, they will be eaten at once.
2. Small evergreen trees of Eriobotrya in Rosaceae. Branchlets densely covered with rusty tomentose. Leaves are leathery, oblanceolate, obovate to oblong, with sharp or acuminate apex, wedge-shaped or acuminate petiole at the base, sparse serrations at the upper edge and many surfaces.
Wrinkled, green, with dense gray-brown fluff on the back and petiole. Panicle terminal, pedicel and calyx tube rust, white fragrant flowers. Flowering period 1 1 to February of the following year. The fruit is spherical or rectangular, yellow or orange. 3. Mature loquat is yellow, green and oval. Although it is round, it tastes sweet and refreshing. Just take a bite and it will be full of fresh juice, sweet to the heart.
5. Write a hundred loquat sentences in the countryside. Write a hundred words loquat sentence in the countryside. 1. Spring comes quietly, loquat flowers fade quietly, and small loquat grows on the tree.
When summer comes, loquat grows and matures day by day. Its skin is turquoise first, then gradually turns from green to yellow, and finally turns yellow and orange.
The big ones are as big as table tennis. At this time, you pick a loquat and peel it off, only to see the yellow pulp exposed outside, take a bite, sweet and sour! 2. When winter goes and spring comes, loquat trees are covered with green fruits, like shy little girls hiding in green leaves, shaped like pipa. Seen from a distance, they are green, as if decorated with jade.
In April and May, green loquat trees are covered with loquats. They are like little golden lanterns mixed with green leaves. They are really like golden fruits pressing branches and shining like stars. Most loquats are as big as eggs.
Loquat is blue first, and then turns yellow. The immature loquat is sour, but it is sweet when it is ripe.
Sometimes loquat is eaten too much, and all the teeth are falling out. You know, loquat is ripe, but it's still a little sour.
I can't wait to take off its yellow and thin coat. The flesh inside is crystal clear, and when you take a bite, the juice overflows your mouth, and the taste is soft and sweet, with endless aftertaste.
6. Poetry allusions about loquat (it seems rare to write loquat poems in a hurry.
Su Dongpo said: "When guests come to tea, nothing happens, but Lu Juyangmei is still sour." . Someone asked him: What kind of fruit is Lu Ju? He said, "loquat also".
Later, some books also said "loquat, an orange." I think this is mostly because of Sue's "taking it for granted".
Because, in Sima Xiangru's Shang Fu Lin, it is said that "Xia Luju is ripe, Huang Gan orange, loquat persimmon and pavilion is magnolia". State several things side by side.
It can be seen that Lu Ju is Lu Ju and Loquat is Loquat, and the middle cannot be equated. Li Shizhen said: "It is wrong for people who note the Selected Works to regard loquat as an orange."
Quite right. Yang Wanli wrote a loquat poem: "big leaves and long ears, one end is full of plates."
Litchi has many stones, but kumquat is not sour. Rain leaves and branches are low in weight and the pulp is cold.
Whether Changqing is here or not, don't appoint him as a garden official. "The first six sentences describe the character of loquat fairly accurately, but they are not poetic.
Although Confucius said that you can learn more about the names of birds, animals and plants by reading poetry, poetry is not a textbook for plants after all. Guo Moruo's "Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" is a failed example.
Yang Wanli's loquat poem seems to be the first of its kind. As for the last two sentences, I don't know what he said.
Although Sima Xiangru wrote loquat in Shang Fu Lin, it didn't show the appearance of drooling, and there was no record that Sun Monkey ate flat peaches secretly. What does it matter whether he is a gardener or not? There is also a jingle about loquat, saying that someone sent loquat to others, with a letter saying: Yunyun sent two baskets of pipa. The recipient then wrote a poem: "Loquat is not this pipa, because I didn't know much about it."
If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, all the pipes in the city will be open. "Poetry is playful, but while eating loquats sent by others, people feel that it is not a taste.
There are so many Chinese characters that it is difficult to write a few typos. If you make a mistake, you must write a poem. Such poems can be said endlessly.
I remember it was in the early 1930s. Liu Bannong is the marking officer in Peking University. Because the examinee wrote a few typos, he became very excited and made several poems to mark the paper, which greatly mocked the examinee. In one of them, because students wrote "studying abroad" as "studying abroad", Mr. Liu said: "Mr. Wang committed a heinous crime and sent him to the west to study abroad.
It should be nine streams plus one class, and gluten will boil a pot of oil. "Lu Xun was very disapproving, and wrote the article" After Feeling Old (Part II) ".He thought it was not the middle school students who just graduated, but the big professors who took it as a laughing stock.
Loquat is probably not distributed to middle school students. They can't read much, either because they have no money to study or for other reasons. And those who think they are senior officials, have greater skills, write inscriptions everywhere and make a fool of themselves everywhere. They are thicker than the city wall, it is better to stab him, but such people are rarely ridiculed.
7. About the spring poem "Spring Dawn"
Tang Meng Hao ran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
The Willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Peach blossom in Dalinsi
Tang Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
Early spring in the east of the city
Don Juyuan Yang
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
Hui Chong Riverside Scenery (Ⅰ)
Song sushi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
This park is not worth visiting.
Burning Weng with pine leaves
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
spring
Ju Hee Song
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
"Remember jiangnan? Good Jiangnan "
Tang Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will you revisit?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.
Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk.
Will we meet again sooner or later?