1. The first sentence is a poem about peony's true wealth
Peony Poetry
Tang Xu Ning
Who doesn't love peonies? There are so many good things in the city.
Ying is the work of a goddess from Luochuan, her beauty is as beautiful as the morning glow.
Peony Poems
Tang Dynasty Yin Wengui
The flowers are blooming late in order to let the flowers bloom, and the precious land is planted into a pair of jade halls.
The red smoke curls up and makes people want to speak, while the plain flowers reflect the moon and only smell the fragrance.
The tailoring has an oriental style, and it is as light as Western makeup.
Elegantly called the first crown among flowers, it takes up the spring glory every year
Peony Poems
Li Xiaoguang of the Yuan Dynasty
Wealth and elegance are among the best. , the flowers bow their heads to worship the fragrance.
The painting railings are embroidered with red jade, and the clouds and rosy clouds are dripping with greenery.
Heaven has its own powers, but there is no color in the country to be a neighbor.
Famous flowers are also difficult to cultivate, which costs thousands of flowers.
Peony Poetry
Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty
The color has no reason to make it beautiful, and the fragrance only relieves the orchid and sun.
Nakan was even more obscured by the smoke, and Xishi from the southern country burst into tears. 2. What are the poems that express the prosperity of flowers?
1. "Peony Song" - Shao Yong of the Song Dynasty
Peonies are the most fragrant flowers, especially during this period.
Translation: Peonies are graceful and elegant, and are the best among flowers, not to mention the king of peonies.
2. "Appreciating Peonies" - Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The peony demon in front of the court is unworthy, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and unfeeling.
Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.
Translation: The peonies in front of the court are enchanting and gorgeous but lack structure; the lotus in the pond is elegant and clean but lacks charm. Only peonies are the true national beauty and fragrance. They are graceful and luxurious. During the flowering season, they attract countless people to appreciate them and alarm the entire city of Chang'an.
3. "Peony" - Li Xiaoguang of the Yuan Dynasty
Wealthy and elegant, the flowers are bowed in worship.
Translation: Wealth, elegance, romance and beauty have always been synonymous with peony. As the first of all flowers, peony is unparalleled. When hundreds of flowers see it, they can only bow their heads in worship.
4. "Appreciating Peonies" - Song Dynasty Metamorphosis Fangde
The rich and noble flowers in spring are like this, and you can look at them drunkenly with a smile.
Translation: The flowers of wealth bloom in late spring, and they are in full bloom. You can admire them happily after getting drunk at a banquet.
5. "Peony" - Xu Ning of the Tang Dynasty
Who doesn't love peonies? They occupy all the good things in the city.
Suspected to be the work of a goddess from Luochuan, the beauty is so charming that it breaks the morning glow.
Translation: Who doesn’t love peonies? She takes up all the luster of the objects in the city, making people not only suspect that she is the incarnation of the goddess of Luoshui, but also her various postures are as dazzling as the morning glow that breaks through the clouds and illuminates the sky. 3. Poems about peonies
1. Appreciating peonies - Author Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty
The peony demon in front of the court has no character, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and less sentimental.
Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.
Translation: The peonies in front of the court are enchanting and gorgeous but lack structure; the lotus in the pond is elegant and clean but lacks charm. Only peonies are the true beauty of the sky and the country. When they bloom, they attract countless people to admire them and startle the entire capital.
2. Two poems about cherishing peonies - author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
I was melancholy about the red peonies in front of the steps, but only two branches were left in the evening.
When the wind rises in the Ming Dynasty, it should be blown away. At night, the redness fades and the fire is watched.
Lonely and withered, the red color is low towards the rain, and the beauty is scattered with the wind.
It’s still melancholy to fall to the ground in the clear sky, let alone floating in the soil.
Translation: I looked at the red peonies in front of the steps with melancholy. When evening came, only two remaining flowers were still blooming. I expected that when the strong wind blows tomorrow morning, all the flowers will be blown away. At night, I felt pity for these weak but red flowers, and held a torch to look at the peonies.
In the cold rain of late spring, the peony's calyx hung low, its petals fell one after another and flew away with the wind. No one cared about her lonely and desolate situation. Even on a sunny day, I still feel melancholy when the remaining flowers fall to the ground. What's more, in the wind and rain, it feels even more miserable to be floating in the mud.
3. Red Peony - Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The green is leisurely and quiet, and the red is light and deep.
The heart of a flower is full of sorrow, but the beauty of spring does not know the heart.
Translation: The green leaves of the red peony are quietly stretching, and the colors of the red peony vary from bright to dark. Facing withering, the peony is heartbroken. I would like to ask Spring, do you understand what the peony is thinking?
4. Peony--Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The brocade drapery was first wrapped around Mrs. Wei, and the embroidered quilts were still piled on the king of E.
Hands down, jade pendants are flipped randomly, and tulip skirts are danced with bent waists.
The candles of the Shi family were never cut, and the Xun ordered the incense burner to be smoked.
I am a colored pen passed down in a dream, and I want to write flowers and leaves and send them to the morning clouds.
Translation:
The brocade curtains have just been rolled up, it is the beautiful Mrs. Wei; the silk embroidered quilt is still piled up, it is the handsome Yuejun. It seems to be dancing with hands hanging down, and the carved jade ornaments are turning randomly; it also seems to be dancing with the waist bent, and the tulip skirts are gyrating.
It is like Shi Chong’s candle. Why do you need to cut off the wick often? It is like Xun Lingjun's body and skin. How can it be dyed and dyed carefully with an incense burner? I am Jiang Yan, a poet. I got that colored pen in my dream. I want to inscribe beautiful words on flowers and leaves and send them to Chaoyun.
5. Admiring Peonies at Si'an Nanshu - Author Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty
They met the human world by chance, and they met at grandma's house in Zengcheng.
With this alluring color, Tianjiao’s late arrival will rival all the flowers.
Translation: How can one encounter such a beautiful flower like peony in the human world? Its double petals are layered like the nine layers of Zengcheng of the Queen Mother of the West. With such a beautiful color that will captivate the whole country, God should allow you to bloom later and compete with other flowers. 4. Poems about praising peonies
Tang Dynasty Liu Yuxi
The peony demon in front of the court has no character, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and less sentimental.
Only the peony is the true national beauty, which moves the capital when it blooms.
Peony Poems
Xu Ning, Tang Dynasty
Who doesn’t love peonies? They occupy all the good things in the city.
Ying is the work of a goddess from Luochuan, her beauty is as beautiful as the morning glow.
Peony Poetry
Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty
The color has no reason to make it beautiful, and the fragrance only relieves the orchid and sun.
Nakan was even more obscured by the smoke, and Xishi from the southern country burst into tears.
Peony Poems
Tang Dynasty Yin Wengui
The flowers are blooming late in order to let the flowers bloom, and the precious land is planted into a pair of jade halls.
The red smoke curls up and makes people want to speak, while the plain flowers reflect the moon and only smell the fragrance.
The tailoring has an oriental style, and it is as light as Western makeup.
Elegantly called the first crown among flowers, it takes up the spring glory every year.
Peony
Xue Tao of the Tang Dynasty
When spring falls and late spring comes, the red paper is wet with tears and resents separation.
I often fear that I will be separated from Wuxia. Why is there a Wuling period again?
Every time you convey affection, you should know each other even if you don’t say anything.
I just want to sleep on the mat beside the railing and talk about lovesickness late at night.
Peony Poetry
Li Xiaoguang, Yuan Dynasty
Wealth, honor and grace are among the best, and hundreds of flowers bow their heads to worship the fragrance.
The painting railings are embroidered with red jade, and the clouds and rosy clouds are dripping with greenery.
Heaven has its own powers, but there is no color in the country to be a neighbor.
Famous flowers are also difficult to cultivate, which costs thousands of flowers.
Peony Poems
Li Shanfu, Tang Dynasty
Invite the east wind to blow up early, and the fragrance will float up to the balcony.
Several buds of immortal beauty emerged from the fire, and a strange fragrance came up from the sky. 5. Ten poems about peonies
1. Appreciating peonies Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi The peony demon in front of the court has no character, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and unfeeling.
Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom. Translation: The peonies in front of the court are enchanting and beautiful but lack character; the lotus in the pond is elegant and clean but lacks charm.
Only peonies are the real beauty of the sky. During the flowering season, they attract countless people to admire them, shocking the entire city of Chang'an. 2. Ode to Peonies Song Dynasty: Chen Yuyi Since Hu Chen entered Hanguan, it has been a long journey to Yiluo for ten years.
Longzhongke by the Qingdun River, looking at peonies in the independent east wind. Translation: It has been ten years since the iron hoofs of the Jin people crushed the rivers and mountains of the motherland. Looking back at my hometown of Luoyang, the road has been so long.
Time has made me very old. Today, I am alone, wandering by the Qingdun River, admiring the blooming peonies in the warm spring breeze. 3. Two poems about cherishing peonies. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi. Composed under the flowers in the north hall of Hanlin Academy. The melancholy red peony in front of the steps has only two broken branches.
When the wind rises in the Ming Dynasty, it should be blown away. At night, the redness fades and the fire is watched. Translation: I looked at the red peonies in front of the steps with melancholy. When evening came, only two broken flowers were still blooming.
I expected that when the strong wind blows tomorrow morning, all the flowers will be blown away. At night, I felt compassion for these weak but red flowers, and held a torch to look at the peonies. flower. 4. Two poems about cherishing peonies. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi. Xinchang Dou wrote flowers in the south pavilion of his residence. Lonely and wilted, the red color fell to the rain, and the clothes were torn and the colors scattered with the wind.
It’s still melancholy to fall to the ground in the clear sky, let alone floating in the soil. Translation: In the cold rain of late spring, the peony's calyx drooped, its petals fell one after another, and flew away with the wind. No one cared about her lonely and desolate situation.
Even on a sunny day, I still feel melancholy when the fallen flowers fall to the ground. What’s more, in the wind and rain, it feels even more miserable to be floating in the mud. 5. Peony Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin The brocade drapery was first rolled up on Mrs. Wei, and the embroidered quilts were still piled on top of Ejun.
Hands down, jade pendants are flipped randomly, and tulip skirts are danced with bent waists. Shijia candles have never been cut, Xun ordered the incense burner to be smoked.
I am a colored pen passed down in a dream, and I want to write flowers and leaves and send them to the morning clouds.
Translation: The brocade curtains have just been rolled up, and it’s the beautiful Mrs. Wei; the silk-embroidered quilt is still piled up, and it’s the handsome Yue’ejun.
It seems to be dancing with hands hanging down, and the jade ornaments are turning randomly; it also seems to be dancing with the waist bent, and the tulip skirts are gyrating. It is like Shi Chong's candle. Why do you need to cut off the wick often? It is like Xun Lingjun's body and skin. How can it be dyed and dyed carefully with an incense burner? I am Jiang Yan, a poet. I got that colored pen in my dream. I want to inscribe beautiful words on flowers and leaves and send them to Chaoyun.
6. Selling broken peonies Tang Dynasty: Yu Xuanji When the wind blows, the flowers often fall, and the fragrance disappears for another spring. It should be that the price is high and no one cares about it, but the relationship is so fragrant that it is difficult for a butterfly to kiss it.
Hongying is only known as the palace of birth, and the green leaves are so stained by the road dust. When he moved to Linyuan, Wang Sunfang hated buying without reason.
Translation: I often sigh that too many flowers have been blown down by the strong wind, and the fragrance gradually disappears and it will take another spring. It may be that the price is too high and people don't dare to ask, and the fragrance is too strong for butterflies to get close to.
Only the royal palace is worthy of growing this kind of flower. How can we bear to let it be stained with dust on the road. When the flowers were transplanted to the Shanglin Garden of the palace, the nobles regretted not buying them.
7. Red Peony Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei The green is leisurely and quiet, the red is light and deep. The heart of the flower is sad and ready to die, but the beauty of spring does not know the heart.
Translation: The green leaves of the red peony are quietly stretching, and the colors of the red peony vary from bright to dark. Facing withering, the peony is heartbroken. I would like to ask Spring, do you understand what the peony is thinking? 8. Peony Seed Song Tang Dynasty: Li He The lotus branches have not yet grown. Qin Heng is old, and he is walking on horseback carrying golden spring grass.
The water filled with fragrant mud melts the moon disk, and the green house welcomes the dawn all night long. The beauty is drunkenly talking about the smoke in the garden, the late bloom has dispersed and the butterflies have faded away.
The king of Liang is old, but his clothes are still there, and the wind blowing on his sleeves is blowing the strings of Shu. Guixia Pei drags Shu's tent into darkness, and the bright red and pink powder stop accepting the favor.
Where does Tan Lang Xie Nu sleep? The moonlight on the tower is bright and the swallows are speaking in the night. Translation: When the lotus branches have not yet grown and Qin Heng has aged, people drive their horses and carry gold to buy peony seedlings.
Plant it in a half-moon-shaped flowerpot, cover it with fragrant mud, and pour water on it. Overnight, the green buds will bloom and welcome the dawn. The beauties talked drunkenly, the garden was filled with light smoke, the petals of the flowers had scattered in the evening, and the butterflies were gradually becoming rarer.
The older generation of nobles is gradually passing away, but their descendants are still wearing Luo Yi, admiring flowers, having fun and composing the tune of "Sichuan Strings". As night falls, the curtains covering the flowers gradually dim, the banquet has dispersed, and the pink and jade-carved flowers begin to wither and wither.
Where are the young masters and ladies? The moonlight is bright on the balcony, and there are only swallows chirping in the night sky. 9. White peonies in Pei Geishi's house. Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun. Chang'an's nobles cherish the beauty of spring and compete for purple peonies in the west of the street.
There is no jade plate that bears the cold dew, and no one gets up to look at it in the middle of the moon. Translation: The wealthy families in Chang'an lamented the end of spring and rushed to admire the purple peonies west of the main street.
There are also white peonies like jade plates that are covered with cold dew, but no one wants to appreciate them in the moonlight. 10. Zhaojun's Resent·Peony Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang. I once looked at Luoyang's old music scores, and only Yao Huang could stand alone.
If compared to Guanglinghua, it would be a great loss to him. In the old days, the gardens of princes and nobles were now filled with thorns, hazels, foxes and rabbits.
Don’t talk about Zhongzhou, you are afraid of flowers. Translation: In Ouyang Xiu's "Luoyang Peony", I once saw you.
The article said that only Yao Huang from Luoyang is the most famous flower in the world. (Now) Compared with peony and viburnum, I really treat you badly.
In the past, you grew up in a flower garden, and princes would compete to see you. Now, the flower garden is overgrown with thorns, and you are accompanied by foxes and rabbits. Please don't talk about the miserable situation in Zhongzhou, I'm afraid the flowers will be sad too. 6. Poems describing wealth
1. The wind arouses the peach blossoms, and the goose yellow makes the jade beautiful. Peonies represent wealth and honor. The branches are soft in spring. ——Hu Bingyan's "Spring Beauty"
2. Peonies are the only true national beauty and move the capital when they bloom. ——Liu Yuxi's "Peony Appreciation"
3. With this alluring color, Tianjiao's late blooming rivals all flowers. ——Liu Yuxi "Appreciating Peonies at Si'an Nanshu"
4. Peonies are the only true flower in the world. ——Ouyang Xiu's "The Story of Peony in Luoyang"
5. One year's spring beauty has been destroyed, and I will look for Yao, Huang, and Wei Zi again. ——Fan Chengda's "Recommendation of Jian Yang Zhengshi"
6. Yuandun actually grows slender bamboo shoots, and blooms gorgeous flowers leisurely. ——Han Yu's "Answer to Zhang Shiyi"
7. The green color is leisurely and quiet, and the red dress is light and deep. The heart of the flower is sad and ready to die, but the beauty of spring does not know the heart. ——Wang Wei's "Red Peony"
8. The red peony in front of the stairs was melancholy, but only two branches were left in the evening. When the wind rises in the Ming Dynasty, it should be blown away. At night, the redness fades and the fire is watched. ——Bai Juyi's "Cherishing Peonies"
9. The pistils are often damaged by the wind, and the red rain renews them. Seeing it blow to the ground, spring is gone. ——Yuan Zhen's "Peony"
10. Don't be jealous of the newly made-up woman in your boudoir, or be ashamed of Fu Fenlang in the street. Last night, the moonlight was as deep as water, and I could only feel the fragrance of a garden when I entered. ——Wei Zhuang's "White Peony"
11. Luoyang people are accustomed to seeing strange flowers, and the peach and plum blossoms are not considered flowers. Only when peonies are in full bloom can the city be filled with joy.
Shao Yong's "Spring Song of Luoyang"
Integrity
Hu Bingyan
Prosperity and wealth are clouds
Light rice and coarse tea are sweeter than honey
Diligence for the people and magnanimity
Clean breeze with both sleeves and integrity 7. Poems about flowers and their symbolic meanings There are many poems related to flowers and their representations in ancient and modern literature
1. On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come back to see the chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village") 2. There is a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any love. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon") 3. The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers How much I know. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 4. I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I feel the time, and I hate the other birds and are frightened. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. At dawn, I look at the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night") 6. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. 1. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun") 2. The swallow does not return, the spring event is late, and it is a pond. The misty rain and the apricot blossoms are cold. (Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion") 3 Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom. (Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital") 4. When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet in the spring sky. (Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream") 5. Even if the wind blows away all night, only the reed flowers are by the shallow water. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Jishi") 6. The scattered plum blossoms have passed the remaining wax, and it is a new year to return to the hometown. (Li Pin's " "Send off friends at Hukou") 7. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to bring chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran's "Passing Through the Old Friend's Village") 8. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong") 9 .In April, the south wind turns yellow, and the jujube trees grow in the shade before they fall. (Li Qi's "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu") 10. The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and the catkins pond has a light breeze. (Yan Shu's "Implication") 11. In May, at the foot of Linping Mountain Along the road, countless lotus flowers cover Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Daozhong") 12. The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. (Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple") 13. Small building Listening to the spring rain all night, apricot blossoms were sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley. (Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an") 14. No one can see the plum blossoms in the bamboos, blowing incense all night while crossing the stone bridge. (Jiang Baishi's "Returning to Lake Tiaoxi from the Stone on the Great Night") 15. The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who will the swallows fly next to when returning home? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Station") 16. On the Double Ninth Festival, there are still chrysanthemums. Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village" 19. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, only Asakusa can disappear Horseshoe. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" 20. The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. 21. The Xunyang River sees off guests the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.