1. Su Shi’s poems about chrysanthemums
Su Shi’s poems about chrysanthemums 1. Su Shi’s poems about lotuses and chrysanthemums
The flowers of water, land and vegetation are very lovely.
, the fragrance becomes clearer from a distance, and the pavilions and pavilions are clean and planted, you can look at them from a distance but don't play with them. I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents seclusion; peony, the flower that represents wealth and honor; lotus, the flower that represents the gentleman.
Oops! The love of chrysanthemums is rarely heard of after Tao; the love of lotus, no one can give it to anyone; the love of peony is suitable for everyone. The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is most remembered in the green lotus. Ona is like a fairy. The breeze carries the fragrance far away. A friend called and invited me to visit the garden site.
There are a few slanting winds and rain, and a few crescent willow branches. Walking to the Spring Garden, I stood looking at the lotus pond.
The lotus welcomes me, and I am so graceful that I am infatuated with myself. The clear pond diverts water to the lotus roots, and the spring breeze brings dew to touch the body. When the flowers bloom like a full moon, who will remember the lotus planter after seeing the scenery? The ancient willows hang down the dike and the wind is light, and the new lotus fills the marsh with leaves and fields.
The white feathers are waving frequently, and the idlers are sitting, while the black gauze is half-fallen and the drunkard is sleeping. When you dream, you can cut off the sun by waving your arms. When you wake up, you can hold on to your pipes and don't peek into the sky.
You can't pick lotuses in the Yan Garden. The lotus leaves are empty. There are no fish playing in the fields. It's hard for me to enter the lotus. The red face and green ink are spread out by the pool. I dance with my sleeves and wave my brush against the jade lotus. Returning to the flowers is lonely; the pond is full of red and green, and jade beads fall in the wind.
After a night of wind and rain in the pond, tens of thousands of red jade blossoms bloomed; I am so proud of you that I pity you, and who can love the lotus like a dun Yi. Where does the gentleman in the flower come from? The graceful jade stands with a beautiful face. The sun is warm and the fragrance is endless. The branches are spread with endless green leaves. Even if it is cool to cover up the hot summer, it is too tiring to hide from the cold winter. If you don’t want to be stained by dust, why stand in the mud. The flowers on the land are competing with each other. The fragrant blue water pool is silently fragrant. Don’t compete with the peaches and plums for the spring breeze. The flowing fire in July brings coolness. Autumn in Beijing has a strange scenery. The sky is high and the clouds are light and the geese are blurred. I can’t find any place after walking through the iron ridge. I search for the empty water relics in the lotus pond. I have no choice but to fall asleep in autumn. My heart is filled with fairy clothes that beat the snow. Why is it so quiet? I sigh that I have no chance to see you. In the summer wind, there is a pool of green within ten miles.
Hongfang. When I came back, I only joined Qiong as a guest, and I planted the seeds in Yutang pond.
The sun is facing the sun, but the water is dripping, and the wind is thick and the snow is fragrant. How many people are wearing under King Wu's stage are like Xi Shi wearing plain makeup.
Lotus Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty The new lotus reflects Duopu and reaches the east of the green pond. The still shadow shakes the waves of the moon, and the cold fragrance reflects the water wind.
The golden dust falls off the pistil, and the jade dew washes away the remaining red. Looking at Mr. Yu Fang, no one asked.
Solitary Hibiscus by Wang Zhenbai of the Tang Dynasty. The clear dawn mirror in Fangtang shines alone on the jade face in autumn. The beetroots and beetroots are not in harmony with each other, and the apples and apples are empty and they are worried about themselves.
When the sun sets, I still look at my shadow, and when the wind blows, I bow my head. Fang Yi is envious of something, both of them are wandering together.
Bodhisattva Man Lotus Song·Chen Yuyi Nanxuan faces Furongpu, where the wind, the moon, and the rain are good. There is less red and more green, and the light in front of the curtain is wonderful.
The rope bed and ebony table are filled with the fragrance of the sun. Wake up with a new story, and be the master of flowers.
Lotus by Bu Suanzi, Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji, pretty red and pink makeup, green cover to keep out the wind and rain. It is the coolest month of June in the human world, and the moon is in Yangpu.
The roots of the lotus root are long, and the lotus in the flower is painful. Just because there is a lot of sadness in the romance, it is more suitable for beautiful women.
Nanxiangzi Li Xuan took a colorful boat and crossed the lotus pond, singing songs to wake up the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls brought flowers to cuddle up with, laughing together, vying for beauty, and folding lotus flowers to cover up the evening sunshine.
Gao He Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty planted more than a hundred lotus roots, and Gao He only had four leaves. The green cloud fan flashes, and the green jade stacks are reunited.
The pavilions and pavilions lift themselves up, and the tripods and cauldrons are difficult to hide. If you don't learn from Shui Quan, you will be stubborn all your life.
Lotus by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty They all have no color to compare with, but they have no fragrance. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late.
The lamp in the quilt illuminates the beauty, and the socks in the crossing are soaked in water. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
Drunk Taoyuan Furong Song Dynasty·Wu Wenying Youthful flower sisters are not at the same time. Desolation comes later.
It is most suitable to wear colorful makeup near water. The wind blows the embroidery ripples.
I was surprised by the old news and asked my long eyebrows. The moonlight brings fairy dreams back.
People who sit on the fence feel fat in autumn. People don’t know about flowers.
Five Rhythms, Lotus, Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde. Fish play with leaves in the fields, and ducks fly and sing to pick lotuses. White jade petals, red threads and colorful paper.
The pavilion is charming when you leave the bath, and your steps are graceful. The beauties are compassionate and often embroider their pillows and pillows.
Qiulian Yuan·Liu Yin The thin shadow is embarrassed, the light fragrance is faint, and who wants to pass through. It is unbearable to see the beauty of the market, and even more so in the cold moonlight of Jiang Qing.
I planned to spend the whole night in Qingfang, but I didn’t know that the white dew has already turned into autumn wind. The eyes of Shengsensen are still there, don't let the boat go empty.
Bu Shuanzi Yonglian Qing·Wu Xiao Who planted white lotus. Autumn is the time when flowers bloom.
Tao Lingteng was so drunk that he wanted to go home. Lushan Road is filled with fragrance.
Don’t laugh until you get muddy. The pure heart is still like this.
A glass photo studio is in the sky. Always live in the wave.
Kuang and other connected trees all have purple stem ends.
The two have the same root and grass, but the two are different and the only song is the luan. Taking the place of day lily, it will surely make the sad people happy.
Planted by Cao Changpenchi, the seventh brother of Fenghe Qian. Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty has turned over the lotus in Jiangpu, and is here in this life. If the wild rice leaves grow long and the fragrant roots recover, who will migrate?
The dew and the culvert are both fresh and green, leaning against each other in the wind. But if the master knows it, who can say that the pot is rich?
Titled White Lotus by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The plain room contains dew and fresh jade crowns, and the cyanotic leaves are fanned round by the wind. Originally it was the lotus root offered by Wuzhou, but now it is the parasitic lotus in Yishui.
It has been six or seven years since it moved its roots here three thousand miles away and produced children. Not only are there old flowers in the pond, but we also ride on an old flower-picking boat.
The water plants in the small courtyard lead to poetry. Qian Wei Hongran is filled with water, which connects to the pond below. There are eight or nine branches of green wild rice and four or five leaves of round lotus.
When the fragrant wind comes, the ambition is comfortable. You can pick hibiscus and cross the Yangtze River in the clouds.
Nanxuan potted Chongtai lotus transplanting pond Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty The red clouds and red mist gave rise to the green house, and the morning glow turned the stamens into vermilion pink light. The white jade is not full in the mud, and the feather cover reveals the bright eyes.
A stone in the turbid water is full of frogs and turtles, and a five-foot-long pond is dug like a square bucket. The duck root family will be able to fight freely, and the lotus root will emerge from the water next year.
Fang Lian Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty The lotus is cooked both front and back, so it is not necessary to eat them all together. The meat is tender like mountain bees, and the edges are deep like horse hooves.
I still have pity on my heart. The deep green reflects the low lotus.
Crisp and beautiful as freshly picked, with mud near the roots. Lotus Picking Song by Lu You, Song Dynasty Wu Mei Qiao smiled brightly while picking lotuses, and her boat lit up the mist.
The double heads are folded to get a gift, but the heavy leaf cover is embarrassing to others. The female companion invites you to pick up green feathers, and you will be able to return home as fast as flying.
She tilts her temples and sleeves to show no response, pointing to the rain at Shifan Mountain in the distance. Furong Song Yuan·Sadu La Qiujiang is so dim that it whips Rongfang, and Qiujiang's daughter will have her heart broken.
The crimson robe protects the warm clouds in spring, and the green sleeves welcome the cool breeze at dusk. The carp blows in the waves, the waves of the river are white, and the frost falls on the wooden leaves in the cave.
Where are the lotus collectors who go boating, cherishing the beautiful color of hibiscus. Song of Picking Lotus, Xiao Gang, Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasties. The evening sun shines on the sky, and picking lotus bears the evening light.
The difficulty of the lake is caused by the wind, and there are many lotus harvests but not too few. The hibiscus falls, the boat moves and the egrets fly.
The lotus silk is wrapped around the wrist, and the water chestnut is far away to hold the clothes. Collecting Lotus, Southern Dynasties·Liang·.
2. Su Dongpo’s poem describing autumn chrysanthemums
The rustling autumn wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by. If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would repay the peach blossoms. "Drinking magnolias in the morning with falling dew, dining with autumn chrysanthemums in the evening" "Li Sao" "Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all around.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. "Chrysanthemum" Many of Tao Yuanming's poems describe chrysanthemums. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. You can look for his poems about picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.
He is so secluded from the world and aloof. Planted in autumn, the bushes around the house become increasingly sloping.
Chrysanthemums are not the favorite flowers. There will be no more flowers when the flowers bloom. When autumn comes on September 8th, After my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will be killed.
The sky-high fragrance penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. > I asked you how you can do it. I am picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and I can see Nanshan leisurely.
There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it. .
Tao Yuanming's "Drinking" After dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. The west wind blows, and the people are thinner than the yellow flowers! Come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, the peach blossoms would bloom in one place. Autumn chrysanthemums are growing forever. The fallen dews of magnolias have been drunk in ancient times. Autumn chrysanthemums have fallen in the evening meal. "Li Sao" The lotus has no rain cover, but the chrysanthemums still have proud frost branches. You come from your hometown, you should know your hometown.
The chrysanthemums blooming under the fence in my hometown today. I am picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and I can see the Nanshan leisurely.
On the Double Ninth Festival, my heart will be full of chrysanthemums. Passing away, the shape follows the northern geese.
How many flowers are blooming under the fence in my hometown? The orchids are blooming in spring, and the chrysanthemums are blooming in autumn. It is fragrant and fragrant in the quiet. The chrysanthemums bloom in the forest and the green pines crown the rocks.
With this pure and beautiful appearance, you can't compare the border with Kyoto, which is frosty in August. The grass has withered.
I wonder if there are any chrysanthemums in the wine bottles. The fresh frost covered the tiles overnight, and the new plantains are covered with flowers.
The only thing that can withstand the cold is the Oriental chrysanthemum. , The dawn is clearer when golden millet blooms. Twelve poems about chrysanthemums in A Dream of Red Mansions by Baochai (Heng Wujun) Reminiscing about the chrysanthemums and looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the red reeds are white and the hearts are broken.
The old garden with empty fences is empty. Traces, the thin moon clears the frost, and the dream is clear. My heart goes far away, and I sit alone and listen to the night.
Who pities me for being a thin yellow flower, and comforts me to see you again on the Double Ninth Festival. Baoyu (Mr. Yihong). Visit Juxian and take advantage of the frost and clear weather to take a trip. Do not leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded.
Whose family will plant it under the moonlight before the frost? Where will the autumn fall outside the threshold and by the fence? The wax clogs come from afar and I can feel the love, but the cold chanting is not enough to make me happy.
If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, it will not bear the burden of hanging on the branches today. ] Baoyu (Mr. Yihong) planted chrysanthemums. He brought a hoe to the autumn garden and planted them as before.
It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost. Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, drinking a glass of cold wine.
The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently. I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust. Xiangyun (an old friend of Zhenxia) The pair of chrysanthemums moved from other gardens are more precious than gold. One bush is light and the other is deep.
Ketou sat by the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance. There has been no king in the world for a few years, but it seems that I am the only one who has good friends.
Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but rather cherish every inch of the shade. Xiangyun (an old friend of Zhenxia) offers chrysanthemums, plays the piano and drinks wine, and is a happy couple. Several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet space.
The incense spreads across three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch. The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels.
Proud of the world, because of the same smell, the spring breeze did not flood the peaches and plums. Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang) Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum The scoundrel poet invades at dusk and the demon comes round the fence and scratches the stone to silence his voice.
The writing is delicate and delicate, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth sings to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, but who can explain the autumn heart in a few words.
Baochai (Heng Wujun) Paints chrysanthemums, writes poems and plays without knowing how to be crazy, how can it be a contest of painting and drawing. The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn. Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, or sticking to the screen to chat to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day. Daiyu (the concubine of Xiaoxiang) asked Chrysanthemum that she wanted to know about the autumn mood, which no one knew, and murmured with her hands behind her hands and knocked on the east fence: Who can hide in the lonely world and be proud of the world? How late is the flower blooming? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can we miss lovesickness when we return home? If you don't want to talk about anything in the world, why bother talking about it for a while? Exploring the Spring (Biao Guests) Hairpin Chrysanthemum The vase is used for fence planting. I am busy every day, and I never recognize the makeup in the mirror when I fold it.
Mr. Chang'an is obsessed with flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard. The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost.
The high sentiments are not appreciated by the eyes of the time, so you can clap your hands and laugh by the wayside. Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang) Chrysanthemum Dream I had a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon were indistinguishable.
To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past. When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose to break away. I am frightened and come back, so I am annoyed by the cries of crickets.
Who can I complain to when I wake up? The decaying grass and cold smoke are endless. Xiangyun (Old Friend of Zhenxia) Chrysanthemum Shadow The autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths.
The sparse windows and lamps depict the distance and the near, and the sieves of the fence are broken and the moon locks are exquisite. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty.
Don’t step on the cherished secret fragrance and break it to pieces. No matter who is drunk, the eyes will be hazy. Exploring the spring (bananas are leaving guests), the remaining chrysanthemums are gradually pouring down from the heavy dew and frost, and the feast has just passed the light snow.
The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves. Half of the bed is filled with the sound of cicadas under the moonlight, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away.
The autumn wind will see us again next year, so don’t miss us for the time being. The white chrysanthemum blooms in the book written by a child, and Xiang is stagnant in the west, unable to return.
The window screen under the moonlit steps is thin, and how much fragrance penetrates. Lu Guimeng's "Recalling White Chrysanthemum" is dark and light purple, melting and yellow.
Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant. When is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun.
May the golden parrot be promoted to Bai Yutang. Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemums" The chrysanthemums are full of golden tulips, and there is a solitary cluster in the middle that looks like frost.
It still seems like today there is a banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field. (Bai Juyi) The chamomile in front of the eaves moves late, and the green pistils cannot be picked during the Double Ninth Festival.
When we arrived at Chrysanthemum Pond, the sun was already setting in the west of the village. The master has gone up high, and the chickens and dogs are at home.
(Meng Haoran?) The cold pistils fell into the pond, and the fragrance came for a short time. Thoughts deeply contain no worries, thanksgiving and reminder of the new year.
The yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind is not as strong as the spring scenery. The vast river and the sky are thousands of miles of frost. Tang Yin's picture of chrysanthemums. The yellow flowers have no owner and are for whom. They are left in the winding paths. Spend all your money on cosmetics. The color of life is in the west wind. Picture of Chrysanthemums: The wind is high on the 9th, the bamboo hat is tilted, drinking wine is frequent on the fence.
The royal robe was picked to make the concubine drunk, and the concubine was helped back to the house in the middle of the night. Chrysanthemums bloom towards the sun with beautiful color and frost, and the lingering fragrance slowly covers the berry moss.
I have pity for a man with extraordinary integrity, who once came to Tao Jun's path. The picture of chrysanthemums has rustling gold and pure flowers, and the flowers are leaning against the railing and shining into the cup.
The autumn light fills the eyes with no special features, and the proud smile makes the east fence admire your glory. Ink Chrysanthemum Picture: A man in white clothes changes into Taiyuan clothes, and after bathing in the mountain shade, washes the pond.
The iron bones do not teach the pale autumn colors, and they stand on the east fence covered with fragrant sweat. Chrysanthemum Picture Mr. Jinli sleeps day and night, and sits without a blanket when guests come and talk.
All the wine money is stored under the east fence, and thousands of gold coins are scattered. Ink chrysanthemum picture green clouds.
3. A complete collection of ancient poems about chrysanthemums
⑴ The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. (Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum")
⑵ The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. (Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums")
⑶ When autumn comes on September 8th, all my flowers will bloom.
The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor.
(Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum")
⑷ Wang and Sun don't compare basil, and in nine days the branches are close to the mane.
The dewy autumn fragrance fills the pond bank, which is why I don’t envy the tall tiles and pines. (Chrysanthemum by Zheng Gu)
⑸ The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden dimple in front shines on the sand.
Children of the world have no high charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. (Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival")
⑹ After climbing high, the chrysanthemums are still new, and drunkards and poets no longer know anything.
Just like retreating from a chariot, a snobbish person cannot get married. (Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival")
⑺ Shame is the same as the beauty of spring flowers, diligently cultivating and waiting for the west wind.
There is no need to lead Yuan Ming to this, just divide the fence and get a few clumps. (Liu Kezhuang's "Chrysanthemum")
⑻ The flowers are not in bloom, and the independent sparse hedges are interesting.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than fall into the north wind! ("Cold Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao)
⑼ The thin chrysanthemums are built according to the steps, and the eaves are deep and difficult to expose.
Mo Yan's foundation is weak, and his feet are cold in autumn. (Chen Pei's "Thin Chrysanthemum for a Little Maid")
⑽ The native flower can be white or red, and you can love this work in the late festival.
I would rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind. (Zhu Shuzhen's "Yellow Flower")
[Chrysanthemum Rhyme]--Li Shiguang--
The autumn frost creates the chrysanthemum flower, and the endless romance writes about the sunset;
It is easy to pick it up without any intention. This sentence has a natural charm that can be heard in thousands of homes.
[Autumn Sound]--Fengzi--
There is a piece of gold in front of the steps under the corridor, and the sound of incense waves waves over visitors. Only because of the heavy frost can he become a hero, and the east fence of Liangyuan is connected with ancient and modern times.
[Chrysanthemum of Jucheng]--Wang Ruting--
The image of lions and dragons flies into the sky, and Ren Ziwei is once again glorious! The alleys and streets are filled with fragrance, and the chrysanthemums bloom on the desks in September.
Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu":
Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang.
Taizong of the Tang Dynasty's "Fu De Canju":
The orchids on the steps condense in the summer frost, and the chrysanthemums on the banks shine in the morning light. The dew is thick and the smile is bright, the wind is light and the fragrance is lingering.
The thin leaves are light green, and the round flower clusters are bright yellow. Still as beautiful as she is today, she will be beautiful again after remarrying.
·Du Fu's "Nine Days in Yun'an":
All the cold flowers have bloomed, and the chrysanthemums are only full of branches. The number of old pickers changes frequently, and the light-flavored wine temporarily follows.
"Ying Chrysanthemum" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty:
A night of fresh frost covered the tiles, and the new plantains were broken by the lotus. Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is more clear at dawn.
"Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
"Chrysanthemum" by Wu Lulei of the Tang Dynasty
Charming golden skirt, slim white jade skin. I know that the time is very different, and it seems to be the same as the cold season.
I can’t bear to fall to the ground, but I would rather die if I hold on to my skills.
"Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Dark lavender, melting yellow. Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
It is really timid to show off again when the sun is setting. May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall.
"Zhaochang Hanju" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The light muscles and weak bones scatter the secret flowers, and the golden pistils are filled with flowing clouds.
If you want to know the old medicine, it will bloom when all the herbs are destroyed.
"Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden house in front shines on the sand. There are few girls in the world who have no charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
"Folding Chrysanthemums on September 12th" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The fragrant yellow flowers are unique and unique, but the technique of pairing the chrysanthemums with flowers during the Double Ninth Festival is wrong.
It’s so late to see Ling Shuang Cao, it’s funny for children to say it’s outdated.
"Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty
The scattered golden pistils do not change their fragrance even though they are withered. The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, and you can still see the clear wine from the car.
"Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty
Native flowers can be both white and red, and they can still love this work in the evening.
I would rather hold the fragrant branches until they grow old than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind.
Jin Yuanhaowen's "Ode to October Chrysanthemums"
Qiuxiang used to be in the poetry of poets, but now it is passed on to busy people in the late festival.
If the west wind keeps a guest, the plum blossoms will fade away after a long time.
"Chrysanthemum" by Shen Zhou of the Ming Dynasty
In autumn, flowers begin to appear at the roots of the fence, but they turn from indifference to prosperity.
The west wind gate is full of fragrance, except for the Tao family to my home.
"Yong Chrysanthemum" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The nature of things has always come from a different family. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and age?
Chrysanthemums are white in a land of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums in spring.
"Chrysanthemum" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty
There are secluded bushes along the three paths of the hometown, and frost falls in the blue sky one night.
How many guests have not returned from the end of the world, but they use the fence to watch the autumn wind.
"Appreciating Chrysanthemums" by Dong Biwu
There are more than a hundred famous species of chrysanthemums, and the flowers bloom beautifully. The outside of the garden is pale in autumn, but the mood of spring is swirling before my eyes.
Who is responsible for creation? Hard-working and intelligent. Enjoy your heart and invite guests to enjoy your life; sing and sing happily to prolong your life.
"Autumn Ju" by Chen Yi
Autumn chrysanthemum can be proud of frost, but it is full of wind and frost.
It is cold-resistant by nature, but nothing can be done about wind and frost!
Don’t rush back when we meet again, the butterflies will also be worried about the yellow flowers tomorrow
The yellow flowers tomorrow: refers to the chrysanthemums gradually withering after the Double Ninth Festival. Butterflies are also worried: chrysanthemums are withered and butterflies have nowhere to look for flowers, so they are called "sorrow".
4. Poems about chrysanthemums
Asking about chrysanthemums
Cao Xueqin
If you want to know about the love of autumn, no one knows about it, so you murmur and tap with your hands behind your back. Dongli.
Who can hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late for the same flowers to bloom?
How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can we miss lovesickness when we return home?
Don’t talk about nothing in the world, why not explain it in a few words?
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Chrysanthemum (1)
The west wind has swept Half-breathing fragrance has nothing to do with the cold moon or frost.
I wake up late from my sleepy dream, and my lonely heart desires a light makeup.
Drinking dew in autumn beside the wild water fence, and inkstones holding fragrance under the vase window.
Furong vowed to keep the cold branches and not hurt herself.
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Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum (Part 2)
When the west wind blows the fragrance, who is haggard and exposed to the wind and frost?
Yue Fu is particularly thin with light colored marks, and has a clear figure with makeup.
It is difficult to enter the world with high emotions, so why did you ever care about Qingfang.
Not only are there uneven dreams, but the clear water and cool wind hurt each one.
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Southern tune and northern tune of Hanju
Zhengsuo of Song Dynasty
Flowers blooming are not followed by hundreds of flowers, and the fun of independence and thinning fences is not endless;
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I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind.
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Evening Fragrance Xuan
Ming Gao Qi
Not afraid of wind and frost to bully the evening, when all the flowers blooming alone have withered.
There are three paths of moss in the desolate land, and a fence of rain during the Double Ninth Festival.
The autumn colors are vast and few people are drunk, but the cold fragrance and lonely butterflies are prophets.
The mountain old man thinks alone about the same old age, sitting across from the secluded pavilion and composing poems.
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Title: Chrysanthemum
Tang Dynasty Huang Si
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
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The sound of selling flowers
Qing Gong Zizhen
In modern times, chrysanthemums are pink and green, without the ancient meaning of Dongli. I occasionally visit Moling. ,
I got two copies of Moju. They are very beautiful and I appreciate them in small words.
I live in the west of Moling, where the birds from the west sing in autumn. There are no poets who show their rhinoceros to each other.
Wherever I look for autumn, I get drunk, my little sister Qingxi.
There are two or three borders of cold vegetables, but the flowers cannot form a vine. Return to the lamp and feel miserable.
Suddenly I remembered that a man from Qingmen wore a silk coat and wrote an inscription in light ink.
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Chrysanthemum
Qiu Jin
Iron bones, frosty appearance and arrogance, not like Peng Ze's ambition.
The young peach is full of jealousy in vain, and the yellow flower can withstand the evening breeze.
5. What are the poems describing chrysanthemums?
The poems describing chrysanthemums are:
1. "Drinking. Part Five" by Tao Yuanming
The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
2. "Visiting an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran
An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
3. "Looking for Lu Hongjian but not meeting him" Jiaoran
Although I moved home with Guo, I went into the wild path into mulberry and hemp.
The hedge chrysanthemum planted recently has not bloomed in autumn.
No dogs barked at the door, so I wanted to ask the Xi family.
It is reported that when I go to the mountains, it will be sloping every day when I return.
4. "Chrysanthemum" Yuan Zhen
The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house,
The fence around the house becomes increasingly sloping.
It’s not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers.
There will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
5. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" Huangchao
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants,
The pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year,
I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
6. "Nine Days of Drinking at Longshan" by Li Bai
Nine days of drinking at Longshan,
The yellow flowers chase the ministers with smiles.
Watching the wind fall while drunk,
Dancing in love with the moon keeps people.
7. "Nine Days' March to Think of My Hometown in Chang'an" Cen Shen
wanted to climb high, but no one brought him wine.
I pity the chrysanthemum of my hometown from afar,
I should bloom near the battlefield.
6. What are the poems describing chrysanthemums?
1. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, there will be no flowers when all the flowers are in bloom.
——Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum" 2. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind. ——Zheng Sixiao's "Painting Chrysanthemums" 3. There is no way to lose your soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin" 4. With such a chaste and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best in the world. Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubo" 1. The incense formation reaching the sky penetrated Chang'an, and the whole city was covered with golden armor.
-- Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemums" 2. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, chrysanthemums will come again -- Tao Yuanming's "Passing the Old Friend's Village" 3. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, and there will be no flowers when all the flowers are in bloom. -- Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemums" 4. Qiu Shuangzhai occasionally joined the Begonia Society, and the Hengwu Garden was inscribed with chrysanthemums at night -- "A Dream of Red Mansions" 5. Children of worldly love have no high charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
(Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival") 6. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down among the flowers - Song Zheng Sixiao's "Painting Chrysanthemums" 7. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing them Nanshan. Tao Yuanming's "Drinking" 8. The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden dimples shine on the sand - Song Dynasty Fan Chengda's "Two Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" 9. Drinking magnolias in the morning and falling dew, eating autumn chrysanthemums in the evening - Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" 》 10. Shame is the same as the beauty of spring flowers, cultivated diligently and waited for the west wind.
There is no need to lead Yuan Ming to this, just divide the fence and get a few clumps. (Liu Kezhuang's "Chrysanthemum") 11. The flowers are not in full bloom, but the independent sparse hedges are interesting.
(Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum") 12. Thin chrysanthemums are built according to the steps, and the eaves are deep and difficult to expose. (Chen Pei's "Thin Chrysanthemums for the Little Maid") 13. There are quite a lot of Oriental chrysanthemums in my family, and they can withstand the cold weather when they return home.
Zheng Banqiao in "Painting Chrysanthemums and Farewell to an Official" 14. Every chrysanthemum is all yellow, and the Liang Garden is as lonely as frost. "Playing with White Chrysanthemums with Linghu Xianggong" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty 15. The chrysanthemums are planted on the secluded cliff, and the young lady Ling Hanbiao is promoted.
"Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Song 16. The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost. Bai Juyi's "Ode to White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival" 17. If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms blooming everywhere.
-- Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" 18. Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, and the endless romance writes the sunset. - Li Shiguang's "Chrysanthemum Rhythm" 19. The streets are full of fragrance, and chrysanthemums are blooming on the desk in September.
-- Wang Ruting's "Chrysanthemum of Chrysanthemums" 20. Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. "He Guo Zhubu" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty 21. The orchid on the steps condenses with summer frost, and the chrysanthemum on the bank shines in the morning light.
Taizong of the Tang Dynasty "Fu De Can Chrysanthemum" 22. The cold flowers have all bloomed, and the chrysanthemum stamens are only full of branches. "Nine Days in Yun'an" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty 23. The only thing that can withstand the cold is the Oriental chrysanthemum. The golden millet has just begun to bloom and the dawn is clearer.
"Yong Chrysanthemum" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty 24. The light muscles and weak bones scatter the quiet flowers, and the golden pistils are filled with flowing clouds. "Zhao Changhan Ju" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty 25. There are few women in the world who have no charm, but only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
"Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty 26. The yellow flowers are fragrant and unique, but the chrysanthemums are mismatched during the Double Ninth Festival. Jin·Yuan Haowen's "Ode to October Chrysanthemum" 27. The scattered golden pistils do not change their fragrance even though they are withered.
"Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty 28. Flowers begin to appear at the roots of the hedgerow in autumn, but they meet with prosperity from indifference. "Chrysanthemum" by Shen Zhou of the Ming Dynasty 29. Chrysanthemums are white in the land of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums outside the spring scenery.
"Yong Chrysanthemum" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty 30. There are secluded bushes along the three paths of the hometown, and frost falls in the blue sky one night. "Chrysanthemum" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty 31. Yellow flowers with golden beast eyes, red leaves with fire dragon scales 32. The autumn wind deliberately dyes the yellow flowers, and a few desolate rains fall.
Song Dynasty Lu Wei Lao's "Yi Luo Suo" 33. There is no rain cover when the load is gone, but there are still proud frost branches among the chrysanthemums. "To Liu Jingwen" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty 34. The colorful purple fence is half open, the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes are gone and the lotus flowers are sad.
"Late Autumn in Chang'an" by Zhao Gu of the Tang Dynasty 35. The chrysanthemums in the deep courtyard are covered with rain, and half of the lotus pond is covered with frost. "Su Zan Gongfang" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty 36. The pines in the stream turn straight from the cold, and the mountain chrysanthemums fragrant in autumn.
Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty "Giving Li Zhengjun a Longevity" 37. The autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, and the dew on their clothes reveals their beauty. "Twenty Poems on Drinking" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty is pure and beautiful, and Zhuo is the outstanding figure under Shuangxia.
——Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu".