Modern poems about Chinese rose 1. Modern poems describing the Chinese rose in spring
The morning breeze and sunshine are wandering in two rows of factories, and there is no hurry in April. You can slowly watch the Chinese rose flowers in bud, watch the crimson leaves leap on your fingertips, like birds folding their wings, and I bend down to be close to the spring and the soil and smell the flowers lightly.
Chinese rose flowers bloom all over the sky, a grand and brilliant flower, dust falling on petals, and they certainly do not include withering and parting. This parting is not another reunion. The dust transferred the fragrance of flowers to the dust. I am in the dust, like a bigger dust, the fragrance of roses. I smell the breath of April, but the smell of Chinese rose seems to have drifted over me, and the flowers open themselves without hesitation. A pile of rubble, or a bunch of barren, flowing water in late spring, I am so close to its beauty that I will disappear like a touch, a mysterious time.
2. Modern poems about Chinese rose.
I'll write you a modern poem Ode to a Rose.
Debugging computer sound effects and improvising poetry.
People call me the queen of flowers.
In fact, depressed how always imprisoned in the harem?
I want to get rid of this shackles.
Bloom the delicate beauty of 2 1 century.
I open my business at the best time from May to 1 1 month.
How can you be a queen?
Wu Meiniang is my role model.
She can be declared emperor.
I am Kao, too.
Start (a disease)
Bloom our big petals.
Let the stamens emit charming fragrance.
Drunk this not refreshing world.
3. Chinese rose poetry
Just say that flowers are not red for ten days, and this flower is not a spring breeze every day.
A pen whose nib has been stripped of fat, four of which are broken and still wrapped in jade wool.
It is more fragrant than peaches and plums, but it is also in the plum blossom snow frost.
I looked at the New Year happily and forgot that it was winter this morning.
La Qian Rose by Yang Wanli in Song Dynasty.
No matter what kind of flower it is, it only takes about ten days to bloom and give off fragrance; But roses bloom every year.
A flower has just emerged from the bud, and a flower has broken through the green pedicel and become a delicate flower. This is a touching scene where Chinese rose flowers are in full bloom. Chinese rose blossoms, one after another. This flower hasn't bloomed yet, but it has, and it seems that it will never bloom.
Although the fragrance of peaches and plums is overwhelming, the rose is above the peach blossom, which shows the strong fragrance of roses. In the severe winter, flowers wither, only plum blossoms are proud of frost and snow, fighting the cold, and cold ling blooms alone.
The Chinese New Year is coming, and I feel naturally cheerful. Seeing such colorful flowers, why not fold one and go home to add joy to the New Year!
However, I forgot that it was the morning at the end of winter. I can't believe there are such beautiful colors in this severe winter. I feel the warmth of spring on the blooming Chinese rose in the cold, and forget the cold winter around me.
Extended data
Ancient poetry (ancient poetry) has a fixed poem and style. Compared with modern poetry, the metrical restrictions of ancient poetry are less. The length can be long or short, and the rhyme is more free and flexible. There are four words, five words, seven words, miscellaneous words and other forms. The ancient poems after the Han and Wei Dynasties are generally dominated by five or seven words, with certain rhyme and inflections.
All ancient poems are classified according to the number of words in the poem. Four-character ancient poems are referred to as four-character ancient poems for short; Five-character ancient poems are referred to as five-character ancient poems for short; Seven-character ancient poems are referred to as seven-character ancient poems for short. Four-character poems were adopted by people as early as the Book of Songs. But it gradually declined in the Tang Dynasty, and few people wrote it.
Five-character ancient poetry is the orthodoxy of ancient poetry, and many people write it. Seven-character ancient poetry is not the mainstream of classical poetry, because it originated late. Therefore, the seven-character ancient style is greatly influenced by the seven-character modern poetry.
Baidu Encyclopedia: Ancient Poetry
4. Modern poems describing campus roses
Looking back on the campus life in New Poetry Heart, it is pure nostalgia. When we are busy on the social stage, listening to those vulgar words and watching those utilitarian colors, how much we feel, we can't help but think how cheerful we were when we were boys and girls, and everything in the campus, fields and markets was so comfortable, even the hazy vision was flawless. Life was the most wonderful and lovely only at that time, but we didn't understand it at that time. Alas-the seed of love, when did I have you in my dream and poetry in my heart? When did I stop being carefree and keeping a diary? I can't remember at the moment. All I know is I've always wanted to see you with you. I hope you can borrow your eraser from me and even find me to solve the problem. You are so beautiful when you are angry. Whenever I see your blushing flat mouth, my heart is always pounding. What is the reason? What is the reason? It turns out that the flowers are blooming. I can't help feeling when I think of the first flower in my life. I have forgotten when I liked you and how many times I wandered. But I clearly remember that my heart almost jumped out when I walked up to you and listened to my stuttering confession. Before I finished, you were too ashamed to lift your head. You are too bad to run away from the flowers of love and bloom quietly. We are very happy. We expected but couldn't stop the storm. After the storm, we had to bury our lives in tears. The first flower in the garden often has no fruit to pick, but it has its own beauty that people will never forget. Pure love is unknown because there is no longer too much hypocrisy in youth, which makes people feel disgusted and helpless. In some sleepless nights, I often think of that love, which is involuntary attention, anxious expectation is romantic dream and longing, silent yearning and hesitation is fear of being known, and the mentality of asking questions is a feeling that I can't understand so far. Now I am. I have deeply realized its preciousness and loveliness, but I can only sigh-why does pure love disappear so quickly? Homesickness on campus is always looking forward to graduating and growing up quickly. When we really leave each other, we find that we have too many things to forget. At that time, we lived together day and night. The dormitory is our home. We discuss social hotspots and discuss campus culture with pride and great interest. We listen to music, talk about life and often play poker for fun. We still remember. Back? You lost your little turtle-covered face-how wonderful it is. However, it is all over. We have gone through the youth, and missing it is like the ups and downs of the waves. Every wave that splashes our hearts from time to time is our miss, but this is the reality. We have to face the flawless graduation song that can only recall the beautiful friendship of youth. When we write our blessings and understanding in the yearbook, we can't help sobbing and crying. There are beautiful days and nights between our eyes. Yes, the reading festival is white. Pigeons tied into a knot. How much of our world is cheerful and sincere? But studies and research make us devote ourselves to the direction and development of campus culture, which makes us think and discuss disputes and pursue them. But before you know it, it's July, and it's time to go our separate ways, but we still have to face the welcome, pick up our own things, tuck in our friendship and put on what we have learned. We just graduated. Wave. From then on, we parted ways with the old schoolbag. When I inadvertently turned to the worn-out schoolbag, the past was like a tide. I always take it back and forth to school and seriously accept the teacher's teaching. I once abandoned it and fled to fields, Woods and hillsides with my classmates. I even installed a toad with it. Of course, in the end, we should make a profound review and caress the old schoolbag. I couldn't help laughing, but I didn't feel the tears fall, because I knew I would never look back at my youth. I picked up this photo and looked at those familiar faces. In casual days, those annoying things suddenly appeared in front of us. I saw the classroom where we listened and expressed our opinions. I can't help thinking of the grassland where we spent countless nights looking up at the stars and weaving dreams together. How can we forget that bedroom tomorrow? How many times have we got together to discuss life and passionately pointed out that everything seems to have happened yesterday? How many years have passed? Although I have infinite attachment to youth, I will never reappear. I can only write a beautiful poem as a permanent memorial.
5. Modern flower-chanting poems
The flowers hanging around you look like the back of evaporation, and my drooping mood can't be shaken. Are we like a movie? When all the people who looked at me dispersed, I saw my wisteria. The more I want to be brave, the more stupid I laugh. Wisteria is tied to a carousel. Can it stop making noise and forget the previous love story? The most beautiful person is the hardest to forget, because it still has dreams. If you are sober and don't believe who is heartless, if you can be as distant and intimate as the storm, don't ask if your secret happiness will continue. The more you try to be brave, the more stupid you laugh. Can wisteria tie her heart to the merry-go-round and forget the old love story? In such a story, it's easy to stand still and think that you will come back. If you want to be brave and laugh, you are even more stupid. Wisteria will tie her heart to the carousel. Will she stop making noise and forget the past love story?
6. Appreciation of Chinese rose poetry
Rose Song Yang Wanguo
Just say that the flowers will bloom for ten days, and there is no spring breeze every day. One tip has been stripped of carmine, and four are still wrapped in jade wool.
There are not only fragrant peaches and plums, but also plum blossom ice cream. I looked at the New Year happily and forgot that it was winter this morning. Huaming. Zhang Xin
Some flowers and letters are new, half east wind and half dust. Only this flower can never get tired of seeing it, and one year accounts for four seasons of spring. Mu Liu Xiangsong yard
The zits are fighting wild incense and the spring breeze is swaying. Just because I love official makeup, I get half the fragrance of plum blossoms. Song Yang Wanli, a rose before wax.
Just say that flowers are not red for ten days, and this flower is not a spring breeze every day. One pen with its tip stripped of rouge, and four were wrapped in jade wool.
It is more fragrant than peaches and plums, but it is also in the plum blossom snow frost. I looked at the New Year happily and forgot that it was winter this morning. Su Zhe, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote the poem "Rose Regeneration after Living in a Hall";
Who wants to leave a woody plant with a thousand axes and occasionally take advantage of the autumn rain to see the tiny seedlings? You are arrogant and cold. Chao Zhongcuo (Rose) Zhao Song
Open according to law. Smart and naive. There are no flowers and waves.
The color of roses, the attitude of roses, and the spirit of cherishing. When Hugh was a few years old, the rose rose and the fairy fence was in Changchun. In the early Wei New Year, Tang Zhen, Wei Fang, rose, and many stars held the moon. Yu Pei took three steps and sang nine times. The pot leaks early and the threshold shines early. There is Black Dragon Que in the north and Zifengyuan in the west. The grass is ready to go, and the greenhouse trees are speechless. The balance is empty, and the grace of the Lord is long. Ode to Chinese rose (two poems) Ye, a modern poet
Chun Qing is full of flowers at four o'clock, and they bloom once a month. I can't get tired of the freshness, and I'm afraid I'll pick it as a rose.
Spring quietly enters dusk, and flowers bloom like fire and abandon the world of mortals. Reading poetry has its own bright moon, and it has also rewarded many lovers in my life.
7. What poems describe the bright and prosperous roses?
1, rose
Song. Yang
Just say that the flowers will bloom for ten days, and there is no spring breeze every day.
One tip has been stripped of carmine, and four are still wrapped in jade wool.
There are not only fragrant peaches and plums, but also plum blossom ice cream.
I looked at the New Year happily and forgot that it was winter this morning.
2. "Chinese rose"
new
Some flowers and letters are new, half east wind and half dust.
Only this flower can never get tired of seeing it, and one year accounts for four seasons of spring.
3. "Wrong in the DPRK"
Zhao Song
Open according to law.
See innocence in bright colors.
No more than floating waves, Tianjiao is new every month.
The color of roses, the attitude of roses, and the spirit of cherishing.
When Hugh was a few years old, the rose rose and the fairy fence was in Changchun.
4. Early morning
Weixinchuntang
Fang got up and Chen Jixing respected him.
Yu Pei pursued three positions and sang nine times.
The pot leaks early and the threshold shines early.
There is Black Dragon Que in the north and Zifengyuan in the west.
The grass is ready to play, and the greenhouse tree is silent.
Weighing empty, the Lord is long.
Chinese rose is called the queen of flowers, also known as "moon red". It is an evergreen and semi-evergreen low shrub, which blooms all year round, usually red and pink, and occasionally white and yellow. It can be used as an ornamental plant or a medicinal plant, also known as a rose. There are three natural varieties. Modern Chinese rose flowers are diverse, including single petals and double petals, as well as beautiful flowers, such as high-heart curls.
8. Modern flower-chanting poems
Yongmei Plum Blossom-Wang Anshi has a few branches in the corner, and Ling Cold is alone.
It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Yi Mei-Li Shangyin will live in Tianya, and he will go to China.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? The plum blossom quatrain (part two)-The valley of Luyou is a relatively northern branch, and the flowers are distributed later every year.
Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice? Plum blossom quatrains (III) —— The fiercer the snow and wind in Lu You, the strongest the integrity among flowers.
Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more. Hongmei-Su Dong? Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open.
Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. Xiao Mei's fragrance in the mountain garden alone shook off the beauty and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, without sandalwood golden urn, early plum blossom, reflecting Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?
New Plums-Bai Juyi planted seven new plums by the pool and wanted to check them when they bloomed. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder or fat noodles, but he is afraid that others will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Lin Bu (967- 1028), a beautiful garden in the mountains, has a variety of customs. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.
Lotus Lotus After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from the four seasons in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Ling Boxian is graceful and stands among the clear waters, and her beautiful images look after each other and feel sorry for herself. Just because of unintentional dust, the shirts in spring are thin and cold.
Picking two lotus songs, the more beautiful Wu Ji and Chu Fei are, struggling to get the lotus boat wet. When they came, the lotus led them to the estuary and the moon sent them back to the river.
Two lotus leaf skirts and one color cut, hibiscus opens to both sides of the face. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
The thin shadow sings the lotus leaf (Qu: zhangyan), which is round and clean, far away in the shallow continent, graceful and unique. There are still remnants, how hot can it be if you don't show your autumn heart The same is true for mandarin ducks. Don't talk to the yarn washer.
I'm afraid that the song of complaint will suddenly break the wind, but Cui Yun will break it. Looking back on the Han dance in those days, I was afraid that it would wrinkle when flying away, leaving a folded fairy skirt.
Love that blue, still fading fragrance, still sighing and snowing. The cabbage is as clear as lead water, and the west wind blows away all night.
I like watching the net, practicing flying and dumping the moon in the lake. Orchid Chunlan-Su Shi's Chunlan is as beautiful as a beauty. When she is not ashamed to dedicate herself, she is exposed to the wind. Peng Ai is too deep to see the color of Dan Qing's portrait clearly. If she wants to catch Li Sao and become a god, she dare not swallow a solitary orchid-Li Bai lives alone in a secluded garden, where plants and trees grow.
Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn. First frost early, green dare not rest.
If there is no breeze, who will deliver the incense? Orchid-Li Bai takes grass as the orchid, wood as the pine, and the orchid fragrance floats far away, and the pine does not change the cold. Orchid-The Book of Songs and the Book of Songs, Scholar and Woman at loggerheads-The Book of Songs, National Style and Zheng Feng, Chrysanthemums planted in the courtyard, cold Hua Die is hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would throw a peach blossom. Chrysanthemum-Song and Tang Wan sent Ao Shuang Dongli heart, not competing with purple flowers for spring fragrance.
Pink butterflies are light and thin, and they pillow yellow flowers every night. Chrysanthemum-Li Ming Mengyang does not grow with the grass, and a hundred flowers bloom.
Qi is strong, and fragrance is clear. Avoid small talk, and be independent and affectionate.
It is known that Artemisia, Dongli's name has been passed down through the ages. Xi's Shiju spared no expense to buy smelting capacity and uprooted its roots from the palace.
After the west wind snubbed Sanqiu, this ancient country smiled. Butterflies stayed late in the fragrant path, and tourists looked at the empty drawer corridor.
Don't teach wild deer to steal titles, leaving a red sun in Tai Su. Singing chrysanthemum is half fragrant in the west wind, which has nothing to do with Leng Yue frost.
Wake up late in the dream, lonely, light makeup. Drinking autumn dew by the wild hedge, fragrant under the window of Aquarius.
Furong swore before the alliance that he would guard Hanzhi and not hurt himself. Singing chrysanthemums to the west wind began to release incense, and who is haggard and windy?
Yuefu's light color marks are particularly fine, revealing a clear posture with makeup. It is difficult to join the WTO with high feelings, so have you ever tried to be pure and fragrant?
Not only is the dream uneven, but the clear water and cool wind hurt each other. Rose, rose, peony, spring breeze, dew chrysanthemum, resentment and evening bush.
Why is this Huarong Road full of feet? It is usually light red and dark red. The roses keep blooming, and spring has nothing to do with it.
Peony is the most expensive only in the Spring Festival Evening, and peony flowers are only in early summer. Only this flower can never get tired of seeing it, and one year accounts for four seasons of spring.
Peony Peony-Tang Li Shangyin is like a different cause of the east wind, and the crimson Luo is too high for spring. If you teach Jieyu to pour the country, it will be ruthless and moving.
Peony and Jun are personal attendants. Where can hibiscus avoid fragrant dust? Poor Han Gong Ling failed Houhua after his success. Peony flowers-Tang Luoyin invited the music to bloom early, and the fragrant flowers floated all over the building.
Several fairy buds emerged from the fire, and a strange smell fell from the sky. Xiao Lu's spirit demon is moving, and the modality of dusk is hateful.
Zhijun is also frivolous, leaning back. In front of the peony court, the peony demon is in the sky, and the lotus flowers on the pool are fighting for less affection.
Only peony is the real national color. When flowers bloom, the capital moves.
Peony is a kind of song-Bai Juyi's lotus branches are not old, carrying metal spring grass. Water is poured in the fragrant mud, but the moon is on the plate, and the green room welcomes Xiao Bai all night.
Beauty is full of drunken smoke, and China has stopped at dusk. Always go to Luoyi, and the wind blows the strings of Shu.
It is the ceremony that drags the Shu account to a faint, and the blush falls. Where does Tan Lang Xie Nv sleep? On the balcony, the moonlight is bright and the night is whispering. Rhododendrons are idle, hands folded. If you look carefully, it is not in this world.
This thing in the flower is beauty, and both hibiscus and peony are in Mo Mu. Camellia is like a thick makeup crimson yarn, reflecting the morning glow.
How many fragrant flowers were sent to Yan Chun? You can still see durable flowers in Zhen Hong. On the left, the pear flower-Wang Weilian's beauty deceives the snow, and the lingering fragrance suddenly enters. Mo Ding blows the jade steps to play with the winter jasmine and gives it to Liu Langzhong-Bai Juyi's golden jade calyx is cold in spring, and some yellow flowers are told to tourists by your words. Don't be a vine to see Su Shilang's purple helmet court each give peony-Zhang Jiuling immortal half-life red medicine, Wei Fang doesn't hold it officially.
Fortunately, due to the clear frequency, it is still sunny. See the seal and smell Zheng.
If Lone Root is available, it is not direct love for Hanako. Narcissus-Yuan Shiyuan was drunk until the moon fell on the edge of the golden cup, and the tireless wind blew the sleeves long.
Relative to the dust-free state, Ma Gu once asked Xunyang. Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils and Huang Tingjian Ling Boxian.