-Du Mu's "Three Songs of the Qing Palace, the First Part" has 300 lychees a day and has been a Lingnan person for a long time. -Su Shi's "Eating Litchi" Wuling Maiqiu is a disabled person.
—— Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha" Jinjiang West starts with smoke, and Xinyu Shantou litchi is ripe. -Zhang Ji's "Chengdu Qu" has been known for ten years, and litchi was planted in court.
-Bai Juyi's "Planting Litchi" Litchi has a newly cooked cockscomb color, and soju is amber. -Bai Juyi's "Litchi House to Wine" naturally tastes good, and the poor place is the end of the world.
-qiujun's "Singing Litchi" In May, the squid has arrived in Yan, and litchi oranges should not be first; -He Jingming's "Mud Fish" The fog and roses in blue mist are shallow, not as shallow as the half-exposed ice and jade. -Qiu Qiang's "Partridge Sky (Singing Green Litchi)" does not send plum blossoms, but sends red snow thousands of miles.
-Han Yuanji's Drunk Fall (Litchi) Who can tell the old story of Yuhuan? The road is fragrant and windy.
-Han Yuanji drunk (litchi) Ice muscles are not heated by people-Han Yuanji drunk (litchi).
2. Write a poem praising litchi, "Eat litchi branches at the beginning of April 11th"-Zhu Yang Bei Cun Lu (called Yangmei and Lu Ju in ancient times) in Shinan Village. )
White flowers and green leaves will not wither in winter. In the yellow and purple misty rain, Janet and Li Zhi are pioneers.
The seamount is crimson, and the white jade skin is in the red yarn. You don't have to wait for the princess to laugh. Your personality is naturally beautiful.
I don't know whether God intended or not, so he sent this stunner to live in a corner of the sea. Yunshan pine and cypress accompany, frost and snow pear are sleepy.
A cup of osmanthus fragrans, sir. The ice tray recommends this pearl. It's like smelling the fragrant Yuzhu in the river and washing the puffer fish and boiling it.
(To taste, it is said that the thick taste of litchi branches is excellent and the fruit is unparalleled, but the river column and puffer fish are close at hand. ) I was born in the world to make a living and have been playing bass for a long time.
What is not a dream? It's good to come to South Wan Li. "Two Litchi Branches (cited together)"-Su Songshi Huizhou Taishou Dongtang, the ancestral hall, there is a public hand planting a litchi branch under the hall. People in the county call it the general branch.
Today, the wind is familiar. Besides offering a reward, I also want to arrest officials and soldiers. If the height is too high, the ape will take it away. Under the Prime Minister's ancestral temple, next to the General's big tree.
Inflammation clouds and fire are solid, and dew is natural pulp. Purple ripens first, and high red hangs far and wide.
After ringing the bell, I also went to see the man in black. It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new.
300 lychees a day, it is better to be a Lingnan person when you grow up. Li Xiangzi in Puyang-Song Lu You Shan is busy day and night, and the cloud cage is still beautiful when it is first dismantled.
Although the planet wrinkled jade is a strange product, it finally remembers the green litchi in Rongzhou. "Litchi"-Tang smokes cigarettes every day, and the litchi in Nanyuan is bright and dazzling.
The crow pecked through the water drops of Joan's gold, and the jewel was filled with a round belly. Li Jing only smells drunk and thirsty, and Gong Rui only gives gifts to immortals.
Who stabbed the blood of the orangutan and deeply stained the ribs all over the shell? "Litchi"-Tang Xu Yin Zhu Danxing Pills can shine in the sun, and green Qiongzhi scatters small sachets.
The dragon shell bursts with red millet, and the fish eye contains white film pulp. Plum ripening has passed Nanling rain, and orange acid is waiting for Dongting frost.
The mountain is full of smoke, and the golden plate worships the king. Memories of Litchi-According to Tao Chuan, it is separated from the south by a barren land, and what is unforgettable is its robustness and muscles.
Near Tsing Yi, there is even Chu water, and the vegetarian pulp is as sweet as dew. "Eighteen rhymes of Lychee Poems in County, Eight Ambassadors in Wanzhou" —— Tang Bai Juyi's strange fruit marks the south soil, and Fanglin faces Beitang.
Spring is stranger, summer is stranger. The leaves hang down the door and the branches press against the wall.
At first, because of the wind, it gradually won glory with Japan. At night, I was so scared that I hung on fire and put on makeup in the tree.
Deeper than a red dragonfly, betel nut. The stars are connected and the beads are bright.
Ziluo shears the lining shell, and white jade wraps the pulp. I heard about it at an early age. Let's try it now.
Chew the taste of heaven and smell the fragrance of a different world. Runsheng lotus water is fresher than orange cream.
Swallow fat palm, nectar tongue pulp. Things are rare, and the sky is high.
It teaches students to live in summer, but it also hinders them. The essence of liquid is hard to stay in, and Yan Zi is tender and easy to get hurt.
It's hot in the south and long in the north. It is not allowed to fill in the tribute of the king, and there is no reason to send it to the emperor's hometown.
Only you can throw gifts. Your face is as white as Pan Lang. "When sending litchi and Yang Zhijun again, I heard that Yang Zhijun will plant them, so there is a saying"-Tangju is easy to pick in the morning dew and send them by boat.
I can't see my shirt. It's the freshest seal for the public bank. The fragrant green leaves are picturesque, and the red and green cages are pitiful.
I heard that Wanzhou will plant it, and I am worried about which year you will eat it. "Litchi House to Wine"-Tang Juyi's newly cooked litchi has a cockscomb color, and shochu opens amber fragrance first.
To pick a branch and pour a lamp, there are no guests in the west wing. Who will taste it? Litchi-The Red Pearl by Don Dai Shulun is sincere and lovely, but why should a white beard be too defensive? Ten years later, we knew who was there, and we planted litchi in the atrium.
Lychee poetry-Tang learning can be like pine nuts and cherry in color. I don't know how to waste my life. At the age of 20, I have seen the trees in Zhangzhou and have been famous for my new seat for a long time.
"Litchi"-Gu, who fell in love in the past, met the imperial concubine in Lishan. It is a waste for distance education students, but it is a pity to take it.
Catch the rosy clouds in the evening and bully you on sunny days. What do you love about Nan Huang? I forgot to come back for you.
"Liao Zhiping sent green plum branches as green wine to the first king of Rongzhou"-Huang Song Wang Tingjian Gongquan Jia Lv, Liao Zhiping Jia Lv. Try pouring a cup of heavy blue and quickly peel off a thousand pale red muscles.
Pu Tao is not enough. Horses and milk are piled differently. Who can beat this taste, only the poems of the old Du Donglou.
3. Poetry praises lychee: The world of mortals rides a princess and laughs. No one knows it is lychee. -Du Mu's "Three Poems of Crossing Huaqing Palace, the First Part"
300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation. -Su Shi's Eat Litchi
Wheat is harvested in Wuling area, and litchi wears Dānlín clothes early. -Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha"
In full of green, a large area of water west of Jinjiang, litchi on the hillside ripens after rain. -Zhang Ji's Chengdu Qu
Ten years later, we knew who was there, and we planted lychees from the palace. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Litchi"
Litchi is newly cooked with cockscomb color and amber fragrance of soju. -Bai Juyi's "Litchi House to Wine"
A place with good taste and poor life is the end of the world. -Qiu Jun's Lychee
The shad has arrived in Yan in May, so litchi and orange should not be taken first. -He Jingming's Shade
Blue mist's fog and roses are shallow, but it's better to expose the ice and muscles. -Qiu Qiang's "Partridge Sky (Singing Green Litchi)"
No plum blossoms, send thousands of miles of red snow. -Han Yuanji's Drunken Down (Litchi)
Who can talk about Yuhuan's past? The road is fragrant and windy. -Han Yuanji's Drunken Down (Litchi)
Ice Muscles Avoid People's Heat —— Han Yuanji's Drunk (Litchi)
4. Su Shi praised litchi's ancient poem "Eat litchi branches at the beginning of April 11th"
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South village Zhu Yang North village Lu, (called Yangmeizhi, Lu Ju also. ) White flowers and green leaves will not wither in winter.
In the yellow and purple misty rain, Janet and Li Zhi are pioneers.
The seamount is crimson, and the white jade skin is in the red yarn.
You don't have to wait for the princess to laugh. Your personality is naturally beautiful.
I don't know whether God intended or not, so he sent this stunner to live in a corner of the sea.
Yunshan pine and cypress accompany, frost and snow pear are sleepy.
A cup of osmanthus fragrans, sir. The ice tray recommends this pearl.
It's like smelling the fragrant Yuzhu in the river and washing the puffer fish and boiling it.
(To taste, it is said that the thick taste of litchi branches is excellent and the fruit is unparalleled, but the river column and puffer fish are close at hand. )
I was born in the world, taking life as my career and doing light bass for a long time.
What is not a dream? It's good to come to South Wan Li.
Two Poems on Eating Litchi Branches (Co-quoted)
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Huizhou Taishou East Hall, the ancestral hall is like Chen Wenhui, and there are plum branches planted by public hands under the hall. People in the county call it the general branch. Today, the wind is familiar. Besides offering a reward, I also want to arrest officials and soldiers. If the height is too high, the ape will take it away.
Under the Prime Minister's ancestral temple, next to the General's big tree.
Inflammation clouds and fire are solid, and dew is natural pulp.
Purple ripens first, and high red hangs far and wide.
After ringing the bell, I also went to see the man in black.
It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new.
300 lychees a day, it is better to be a Lingnan person when you grow up.
5. Poems praising litchi. Riding on the princess of mortals and laughing, no one knows it's litchi. Du Mu's Poems of Crossing Huaqing Palace
300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation. Su Shi's "Huizhou Unique Skill"
Du Mu's "Crossing Huaqing Palace": Chang 'an looks back and embroiders in piles, and the top of the mountain opens a thousand times. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.
Song Sushi's Eat Litchi: It's four o'clock in spring in Luofu Mountain, and Lu Juyang and Mei Erxin. 300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation.
Qing Tan's Lingnan Lychee Ci: Rice fields are built around Shiliji, and lychees are planted first. Phoenix egg dragon ball is more like a valley, and the village is full of flutes and drums.
Du Fu: I remember picking lychees in Lurong, where the green peaks reflect the rocks and meander. In Beijing, the old ones don't see color, and the red ones only know sweetness.
6. What are the varieties of litchi? What are the poems praising litchi? They are black leaves, Bai La, white sugar poppy, the smell of cinnamon, smiling concubines, and hanging green. "Plant 300 lychees every day and grow up to be Lingnan people" (Su Shi's Huizhou Unique Art in the Song Dynasty), "Lotus petals fall forward in the wind, and peach blossoms are beautiful after the rain" (Litchi Slices by Xu Yong in the Ming Dynasty) and "Sweet dew condenses. Is a person (Cai Xiang), litchi everywhere in Licheng (Guo Moruo), litchi ripe in Xinyushan near Jinjiang (Zhang Ji's Chengdu Qu), litchi in Shu has a history, and the rest have eyebrows (Su Shi). "The red pearl is sincere and lovely, and the white beard is too stupid. Who knows who planted litchi from the courtyard (Bai Juyi planted litchi), planted litchi Dan in June (planted litchi in Ming Dynasty), flew to the red sky (planted litchi in Guo Dynasty), and saw ten thousand red clouds (litchi in Deng Su in Northern Song Dynasty), and moved out of Fujian Mountain in dense numbers. Since then, it has been forbidden to plant new litchi Dan in Jiangxiang (New Litchi in Wen Zhiming in Ming Dynasty) and ride a princess in the world of mortals. Besides, Bai Juyi also said: "Chew the taste of heaven and smell the fragrance of different generations. "Du Fu praised," Nine years later, I picked lychees, and the fragrant maple reflected the stone.
7. Praise litchi poem "Eating Litchi Branches at the Beginning of April 11th"-Zhu Yang Bei Cun Lu in Shinan Village (called Yangmei and Lu Ju). )
White flowers and green leaves will not wither in winter. In the yellow and purple misty rain, Janet and Li Zhi are pioneers.
The seamount is crimson, and the white jade skin is in the red yarn. You don't have to wait for the princess to laugh. Your personality is naturally beautiful.
I don't know whether God intended or not, so he sent this stunner to live in a corner of the sea. Yunshan pine and cypress accompany, frost and snow pear are sleepy.
A cup of osmanthus fragrans, sir. The ice tray recommends this pearl. It's like smelling the fragrant Yuzhu in the river and washing the puffer fish and boiling it.
(To taste, it is said that the thick taste of litchi branches is excellent and the fruit is unparalleled, but the river column and puffer fish are close at hand. ) I was born in the world to make a living and have been playing bass for a long time.
What is not a dream? It's good to come to South Wan Li. "Two Litchi Branches (cited together)"-Su Songshi Huizhou Taishou Dongtang, the ancestral hall, there is a public hand planting a litchi branch under the hall. People in the county call it the general branch.
Today, the wind is familiar. Besides offering a reward, I also want to arrest officials and soldiers. If the height is too high, the ape will take it away. Under the Prime Minister's ancestral temple, next to the General's big tree.
Inflammation clouds and fire are solid, and dew is natural pulp. Purple ripens first, and high red hangs far and wide.
After ringing the bell, I also went to see the man in black. It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new.
300 lychees a day, it is better to be a Lingnan person when you grow up. Li Xiangzi, Puyang —— Traveling around a mountain city in Lusongjiang, galloping day and night, the cloud cage was first dismantled.
Although the planet wrinkled jade is a strange product, it finally remembers the green litchi in Rongzhou. "Litchi"-Tang Xuyin smokes the wind and cigarettes every day, and the litchi in Nanyuan is bright.
The crow pecked through the water drops of Joan's gold, and the jewel was filled with a round belly. Li Jing only smells drunk, and Gong Rui only gives gifts to immortals.
Who stabbed the blood of the orangutan and deeply stained the ribs all over the shell? "Litchi"-Athena Chu, Tang Xu, is playing with Star Pills in the bright sunshine, and the green Qiongzhi is sprinkled with small sachets.
The dragon shell bursts with red millet, and the fish eye contains white film pulp. Plum ripening has passed Nanling rain, and orange acid is waiting for Dongting frost.
The mountain is full of smoke, and the golden plate worships the king. "Remembering Litchi"-According to Tao Chuan, it is separated from the south by a barren land, and what is unforgettable is its robustness and muscles.
Near Tsing Yi, there is even Chu water, and the vegetarian pulp is as sweet as dew. "Eighteen rhymes of Lychee Poems in County, Eight Ambassadors in Wanzhou" —— Tang Bai Juyi's strange fruit marks the south soil, and Fanglin faces Beitang.
Spring is stranger, summer is stranger. The leaves hang down the door and the branches press against the wall.
At first, because of the wind, it gradually won glory with Japan. At night, I was so scared that I hung on fire and put on makeup in the tree.
Deeper than a red dragonfly, betel nut. The stars are connected and the beads are bright.
Ziluo shears the lining shell, and white jade wraps the pulp. I heard about it at an early age. Let's try it now.
Chew the taste of heaven and smell the fragrance of a different world. Runsheng lotus water is fresher than orange cream.
Swallow fat palm, nectar tongue pulp. Things are rare, and the sky is high.
It teaches students to live in summer, but it also hinders them. The essence of liquid is hard to stay in, and Yan Zi is tender and easy to get hurt.
It's hot in the south and long in the north. It is not allowed to fill in the tribute of the king, and there is no reason to send it to the emperor's hometown.
Only you can throw gifts. Your face is as white as Pan Lang. "When sending litchi and Yang Zhijun again, I heard that Yang Zhijun will plant them, so there is a saying"-Tangju is easy to pick in the morning dew and send them by boat.
I can't see my shirt. It's the freshest seal for the public bank. The fragrant green leaves are picturesque, and the red and green cages are pitiful.
I heard that Wanzhou will plant it, and I am worried about which year you will eat it. "Litchi House to Wine"-Tang Juyi's newly cooked litchi has a cockscomb color, and shochu opens amber fragrance first.
To pick a branch and pour a lamp, there are no guests in the west wing. Who will taste it? Litchi-The Red Pearl by Tang Daishulun is sincere and lovely, and the white beard E799Be5BaA6E4B893E5b19E3133234323038 is so silly. Ten years later, we knew who was there, and we planted litchi in the atrium.
Lychee poetry-Tang learning can be like pine nuts and cherry in color. I don't know how to waste my life. At the age of 20, I have seen the trees in Zhangzhou and have been famous for my new seat for a long time.
"Litchi"-Gu, who fell in love in the past, met the imperial concubine in Lishan. It is a waste for distance education students, but it is a pity to take it.
Catch the rosy clouds in the evening and bully you on sunny days. What do you love about Nan Huang? I forgot to come back for you.
"Liao Zhiping sent green plum branches as green wine to the first king of Rongzhou"-Huang Song Wang Tingjian Gongquan Jia Lv, Liao Zhiping Jia Lv. Try pouring a cup of heavy blue and quickly peel off a thousand pale red muscles.
Pu Tao is not enough. Horses and milk are piled differently. Who can beat this taste, only the poems of the old Du Donglou.