About Wu's poem 1. Poems about wisteria.
Ancient times: wisteria
Wang Shizhen
The dream is unique and graceful.
Nanjiao will be more beautiful, and Xiling pine and cypress are concentric.
Xia's cutting is confused with light, and rain's cutting is lingering with smoke.
Zi Xue, half the president, didn't come for nothing. He threw a hair clasp group to recite the scriptures.
Wisteria tree
Lipper
Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are suitable for spring.
Tibetan songs bird with dense leaves is a beautiful woman.
Modern: Wisteria/Wen Kexin
The branches and vines of wisteria
Twisted between my dreams
I looked at the precipitated purple.
That little bud
Is my cradle.
My touch swayed among the flowers.
Is it a pity?
As beautiful as it used to be.
Everything that needs to go is gone.
Those who shouldn't have left have left.
at present
I'm the only one
I left with a dream.
Just disappear.
Those vines
Is my only thought.
Purple petals
Green branches and vines
I heard.
The flower fairy calls at night
And the sound of the piano
When I realized it,
She died, as if into thin air had died.
There is one left.
Purple flower
Life de house
Maybe she can really kick me out.
Dream of going to see flowers
I just can't bear to leave her.
Just like I can't bear to make the world I love suffer.
Purple is like spirituality, right?
I cann't believe I cried
I smiled and gently wiped away her tears.
Inadvertently looking at the sky.
sky
Just dawn
Chinese wistaria
Wisteria is as beautiful as a waterfall.
How like the soft hair of your shawl.
Every time I kiss the flowers.
I always want to express my inner feelings.
I like your gorgeous colors.
Love you more, generous and elegant.
I will cherish every petal.
Take it around the world.
It is said that fate often goes wrong between yin and yang.
Wrong is wrong. What's to be afraid of?
Life is like flowers in four seasons.
Every season will produce wonderful flowers.
If you are a snowflake in winter
I am a tall and straight branch.
May you land gently on my branch.
Form a more spectacular and beautiful picture.
I don't know which one you want!
2. What are the poems about pears?
The girlfriends are white, the pears are thin and the leaves are red.
Gao Jiang's cold hope was exhausted, and he returned to see the sign of the tent. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
Eat only two pears, not a thousand millet. Butterfly dances in the pear garden, and Claudia's leaves bring smoke.
The shore chrysanthemum began to contain pistils, and the pears began to turn red. In the evening, pear blossoms gradually turn red, and chrysanthemums are cold and yellow.
Qu Shui Xiang does not return, and pear blossoms fall into the autumn garden. Qushui fragrance does not return, and pear blossoms fall into the autumn garden.
Who knows that the mud recalls the clouds, and the pear blossoms are broken. Source: Pear Blossom by the River Translation: Jiangtou, Bai Causeway, accompanied by green leaves, pear blossoms are never alone.
Pear trees are lonely. Silently carrying a tree full of pure and elegant pears, the four seasons alternate, flowers bloom and fall.
Self-pity, deep distress, can't stop. Pears are white and green leaves are open.
Such as a young woman in a boudoir, plain face and light makeup, white and blue gauze skirt. Acacia several times, but a sigh.
About the author: Bai Juyi (772-846), a native of Weinan, Shaanxi. In his early years, he was enthusiastic about helping the world, emphasizing the political function of poetry and making every effort to popularize it. He wrote 60 poems, New Yuefu, Qin Zhongyin, which truly made people sick by singing only, and every sentence must be tuned, just like Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells".
The long narrative poems "Song of Eternal Sorrow" and "Whispering" represent his highest artistic achievements. Middle-aged people encounter setbacks in officialdom. "From then on, the career is different, and the world can't be opened from now on." But he still wrote many good poems and did many good things for the people. Hangzhou West Lake and Bai Causeway commemorate him.
In his later years, he sent his feelings to the mountains and rivers, and also wrote some small characters. I gave Liu Yuxi a poem saying, "Don't listen to old songs, but listen to the new word Yang Liuzhi. It can be seen that he once wrote some new words.
One of the poems, Flowers Are Not Flowers, has a hazy beauty, which was greatly appreciated by later poets such as Ouyang Xiu, Zhang Xian and Yang Shen. Said by: Fu He's Twelve Poems and Yuan Jiu's Dongchuan Road both reminisce about the past because of the new territory, but they can't be described in one song, and only give it to Yuan Zhi's ear.
3. Poems about the Red Wall
Poems about the Red Wall
Jiang Shenzi/Jiang (DPRK)
I met Mei Fang early last year. Spring is very busy. Short red wall. I can't help it. I'm crazy. It was still a good thing that Su Jin stayed in Zhai for a long time, so he called me and took me away. This year's Chun Qing is even more boundless. Shallow palace makeup. Break someone's intestines. A little sentimental, sweet in the bones. Lai asked Yin Duo to accompany me, Xiaohengtang.
Make a mistake (toward Bu Zhi)
I was jealous of Emei in the palace and resigned from you for ten years. Cui sleeves are afraid of cold, and there is nowhere to repair bamboo. Today, I am near your home, and I am looking forward to a good car. Yishui red wall, hate for no reason.
Jade case (DPRK)
Ten years is not everyone's doorway. It's embarrassing to believe that the horse is on the reins. Yufu is still young. Palace flowers on the head, smoke under the furnace, it is always morning. Xia Yi turned his hands, and the immortals all laughed. People who hate dust tend to get old in spring. Worried people occupied the court. Red walls cover the sky, smoke locks people, and drizzle fans grass.
Dai Ying (Li Shangyin)
It turns out that Han Yin is a red wall, separated from Lujia Bai Yutang.
Anyone who reported the news to Wang Chang knows about 36 mandarin ducks.
Night Cry (Liu Ying)
Far hate me for pestering willows, and dreams grow around pears. The blue man remembers the chapter, the platform is on the moon, and the jade whip is oblique. Green mirror tears sleeves, red wall drunk ink cage yarn. It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.
Shu Qingyuan (Gan Long)
Stone Runoff Springs, Xiaotian is the wonder.
Trees hang ice for rain and build warm jade smoke.
Kneel around the red wall, Zijuan Gelian.
It is best to be in a dark green place, in a secluded place.
Moshanxi (anonymous)
Heavy Li Moyun, but the meaning is still unfinished. Know Yuxian, live alone, and live in Village Creek and Yuewu. It's good to be in the West Lake. The moon rises early, the snow disappears late, and the red wall is instantly lit. The cold tip has a little calyx and a little fly head. To show your heart, as if you were afraid, apply Zhu Hongzi. It's thin to die for love. He can wake people up alone, face the country, attack the breeze, and sing Li Sao sentences.
4. The poem about Xi Chun is as follows
A flying flower reduces spring,
There is a worrying wind everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Spring goes and spring comes, flowers are not sent, and Sichuan Road is hard to be poor.
The flowing water is gone in spring, in the dream of heaven and earth.
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
It is better to look at flowers than to wait for old branches.
The sunset is lonely in the east, and the melancholy spring breeze is gone.
Spring is still far away,
The end of the world is tilted.
Yinger cried like tears,
Please pour me the flower on the highest branch.
I miss love the water in the evening and hate flowers in the spring.
Far grass for pity, see Qixia later.
Emotionally, I cherish my years alone.
Qin Xin was disappointed in him, and he went home alone.
Flute by the river at sunset, flowers on the island of remnant spring.
Honesty and sincerity are welcome, but what is Tao?
Who is with Yin Gao, watching Jiuhua on a sunny day?
It is already a lonely flower in the world, and it is a pity to help the poor.
You can't climb to see it when you are old, especially when you are old.
Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.
Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man,
However, Haitang remains the same.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sorrow.
Cherish spring,
When will it rain?
The wind will blow the flowers deep,
There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.
After the flowering of Changji Haitang,
It's spring.