1. What are the poems about strawberries
"When spring goes away
Every flower is wonderful
They are surrounded by the pool Blocking the way
Quietly turned into a strawberry"
- Gu Cheng
"It's better if people don't grow up
Use an iron hook
to roll the moon
and you can squat on the ground
to flick the stars
to throw off your vest
Visiting the Milky Way
It’s better not to grow up
Even if you have friends who are as fragrant as tea
Even if you have lovers who are as mellow as fine wine
Even if there is a career as bright as wild strawberries
When people grow up
there are always more worries than happiness." 2. Poems describing strawberries
Strawberries are roses The perennial herbaceous plant, also called berry, is native to South America and was introduced to my country at the beginning of the 20th century
1 Qijue Picking Strawberries
The sisters invited each other to pick strawberries,
The basket full of bright red dreams.
Taste a heart like honey,
Laughter flies with the clouds
2 Elegance and elegance,
Jasper is bright red Bai Meisheng.
Don’t envy the tall branches but still love yourself.
Wherever the spring breeze blows, the fruits are full.
3. In the season when strawberries are red
You hide in the green leaves In the bush
Sing me a wordless love song
The melody is like a ripe strawberry
Sour and full of temptation
The strawberry took the shape of a heart
Casting inspiration into my brain
Then poetry flourished
Breaking out from the siege of the world
< p> Yearning for the farmyardMissing the affectionate look at the roses
I cherish the traces of my past
Before all the fruits come too late< /p>
You use the original flavor
to make up for the nutrition of ordinary people 3. Poems about strawberries, thank you for urgent use
(1) Maiden Berry
< p> StrawberryI changed your name
You are so beautiful
Being associated with grass
I feel so wronged to you
< p> (2) Praise for red strawberriesRed strawberries
Brighten up a fairy tale
Red strawberries
Hold up the spring of winter< /p>
The European-style terrace is dreaming of China
Welcome you to this borderless garden
(3) Strawberry
Quiet and elegant Ruo Qingqing
The jasper is red and beautiful
I don’t envy the tall branches but I still love myself
Wherever the spring breeze blows, the fruit is full
(4) Strawberry
In the season when strawberries are red
You hide in the green leaves
Sing me a wordless love song
Melody Like a ripe strawberry
Sour and full of temptation
Strawberry takes the shape of a heart
Casts inspiration into my brain
So poetry flourished
Breaking out from the siege of the secular world
Yearning for the farmyard
Missing the affectionate gaze with the rose
I cherish the traces of my past
All fruits are late
You use the original flavor
to make up for the nutrition of ordinary people 4. What are the poems praising "Strawberry"
1: We are married as husband and wife, and our love is unquestionable.
2: Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
3: Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk - Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man" of the Song Dynasty
4: Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. (Li Shutong: "Farewell")
5: Crossing Jingmen to say goodbye Li Bai crossed far outside Jingmen to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
6: The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and the oriole sings in the deep trees. (Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream")
7: The new autumn night is deep, and the cool moon is full of thorns. The dew is condensed with afterglow, and the river is bright and clear. The bamboo trees in the middle forest are reflected, and the stars and rivers are sparse. The love is endless this evening, when will I return to my hometown?
8: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
9: The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall with different potentials. When will they meet in harmony?
10: "Spring in the Borderlands" In the Tang Dynasty, the parallel grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is filled with wine to fill the golden bell.
11: Although vegetation is ruthless. Because Yishang Kesheng has 60 poems praising strawberries. 60 poems praising strawberries.
12: Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers climbed to a high place and planted dogwood trees everywhere. One of them looked at the moon for fifteen nights.
13: I bid farewell to my parents at dawn and arrived at the Yellow River at dusk. I don’t hear the mother-in-law’s voice calling the girl, but I hear the sound of the Yellow River water splashing. But I left the Yellow River and stayed at the top of the Black Mountain at dusk. I don’t hear my mother-in-law’s voice calling her, but I hear Hu Qiming tweeting from Yanshan Mountain.
14: Jiangpu thunder was noisy last night, and the spring city was moving and slightly cold. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "The Nineteen Cao Changs on the Road"
15: Holding hands while reading the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, as if in a dream, with tears dripping secretly (Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King" 》)
16: The grass grows in the original land, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
17: Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.
18: Deciduous trees in foreign lands, people alone at night under cold lights. ——Ma Dai
19: The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. (Bai Juyi: (Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake))
20: Not a monk, not a Taoist and not gentle. Uncle Jiu is not shy in front of others. Awareness temporarily transcends the dharma realm. I know that I am my prisoner for hundreds of millions of kalpas. It's hard for people to understand when they change their appearance, but I don't worry about the walking dead. When you are carried away with your pride, you will return to your simplicity, and you will never be able to teach people how to laugh.
21: No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices. (Wang Wei Lu Chai)
22: The north wind blows the ground and the grass breaks, and it snows in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold. 5. A poem describing picking strawberries in four lines and seven lines
"A Gift to the Bare-Shouldered Monk"
Era: Tang Author: Du Xunhe
Mountain robes and sandals stained with berry moss , eyes still open to the common people. If you were to live in this world compared to my master, how would you be like a stranger sleeping in a rock? I just heard that the tin stick left Sanchu, and said that I would follow the fate to Wutai.
Reciting poems while drunk and asking about Zen principles, for whom you have to go and for whom you come
"Two Poems by Chen Heshu"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi
Several rafters are covered with strawberry moss, and a path along the wall is shaded by snow.
Wang Ji Nang Yi moved to his new home, and Zang Qi came to be the king from now on
"Two Poems of Guan Lingui as a Sending Jian Shouyu to the Master's Book"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli
The grass path in Chaimen is covered with berry moss, and no one from the yellow world is allowed to come.
The poet comes in the rain in the morning, and the plum blossoms bloom for you all night.
Under the falling leaves and the remaining lights, people were chatting about the wine glasses one after another.
We only met four times in twenty-six years, and the horses were so close that they urged each other to death