An ancient poem about Camptotheca acuminata 1. Ancient poems of big flowers and happy trees
Ling Xiaohua Song? "Better have nothing" means nothing.
"Good Rely" and "Starting from the Ground" popularly express the growth characteristics of Camptotheca acuminata, which strongly climbs over the red sun and competes for beauty. The bad character allegorizes the morbid secularism. At the same time, the two poems use personification, knowing how to "rely on" pine trees to develop upwards, using flowers to describe people, starting from the flat, looking straight for thousands of miles, not taking credit for modesty, or just knowing how to "climb" high places to show that their people are singing the song of flowers? , unpretentious.
The language style is clear and fluent, and people are overwhelmed by force, which expresses the characteristics of the filial piety. "Cherish pine trees" vividly expresses the dependence between Camptotheca acuminata and pine trees.
Don't let flowers grow according to other trees; Jia Changchao seems to have Ling Yunzhi? Rely on it with pity, still have roots and flat ground, and have no enthusiasm for the sun; Yang drew straight on the idle branch. Shi Yang's poems are attached to the situation with the help of Camptotheca grandiflora.
Use rhetorical questions. Jia praised the self-knowledge of Lingxiaohua.
2. Poems about Ling Xiao
Poems with "Lingxiao" are:
1. Yin Mingzhu Daogong Jushan Imperial Poetry.
It is said that there is endless light in the sky, and the flame of blue paste is getting more and more prosperous. Scripture is not inferior to Hong Juefan, which helps to catch up with Song Zhongling.
Explore the Sanzang Sect behind closed doors, and enter the DPRK and the monks for two blocks. The emperor's kindness is as deep as the sea, and the price is multiplied by ten.
2. Zhou Ming Liang Zi's Farewell to Guo Yuanda
The oriole flies high in the wind. Bird's nest, brush feather internal injury. Without ambition, six purlins cannot grow up.
I saw Ziping's business and hesitated to send it to you. Don't say goodbye easily. Make it clear that every side has its own side. Sadness to untie the sword is for the son to return to the shackles.
And it's a stray song with generous lyrics. The wind blows the sails and the rising sun shines on the clothes. Since ancient times, there has been separation, and every word is cautious.
3. Wang Ming Shucheng's "One Hundred Palace Poems (Parallel Order)"
Clouds cover Chang 'an, and immortals fight songs and officials. Cao Zhi suddenly gave birth to Handetang, and Zhao Yi held out a courtier to see it.
4. Song Yang painted "Lingxiaohua"
Let the branches go straight, there are still roots and steps. If you don't know how to make flowers according to other trees, you will climb the red sun and fight for the light.
5. Ming Ou Huan painted "An"
Wild people live in the depths of the mountain, and the small curtains are empty. The breeze on the face wakes the dreamer, and the fragrant flowers fall into the bed.
Extension:
1. Ling Xiao was recorded in the Book of Songs as early as the Spring and Autumn Period. At that time, people called it Ling Heng, and "Heng Hua, Yu Yunyi" meant Ling Xiao. The name of Camptotheca acuminata first appeared in Tang Materia Medica. Under the title of "Wei Zi", it said: "This is a Camptotheca acuminata, and its stems and leaves are also useful."
2. The flower language of Lingxiaohua: "Admiration and fame" means loving mother.
Camptotheca acuminata is often put together with holly and primrose, and made into bouquets for mother to express her love for her.
3. Ancient Oak Poems
To the oak tree.
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day,
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one,
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
"To Oak" is Shu Ting's famous work, and Shu Ting himself admits: "10 years, I have written a lot of essays, and the total amount has far exceeded poetry. But most readers only remember my poems and often equate my name with an oak tree. " In the book True Water Without Fragrance, she recalled the prototype and creative process of To the Oak.
1975 Cai Qijiao, an old returned overseas Chinese poet who once helped her a lot in writing, visited Gulangyu Island. That night, when Shu Ting accompanied him for a walk, Cai Qijiao told her about the girl she met in her life. It was bold to talk openly about liking girls in the 1970s. Cai Qijiao said that there are beautiful girls, but no talent; Talented girls are not beautiful; Beautiful, talented and fierce, he found it difficult to find a perfect girl. Shu Ting said that she was very angry after listening to it. She thinks this is male chauvinism and men and women should be equal. So that night, she wrote a poem "Oak Tree" and gave it to Cai Qijiao. Later, when it was published, it was changed to To Oak.
4. Write songs and ancient poems about trees
This is my favorite poem.
To the oak tree.
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day,
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one,
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
5. Poems about kapok trees
To the Oak Tree Shuting If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Jinbao tree,/I will show off myself with your tall branches; /If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity. /Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other. /But nobody understood us. /You have your copper branches and iron shafts. /Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd. /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, lightning and thunder; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. The kapok tree is silent in the valley.
Connect my March
Green rain is brewing.
Dear, the chain of time is full of melancholy.
Our simplicity is back.
Say goodbye to the cold stones on the river bank.
Breathe a little, supercilious, kapok on the edge of the cliff.
The veins of kapok leaves are clear.
Darkness grimaces and threatens in the distance.
Approaching kapok, walking into the heroic past.
When I am dim, it glows green.
Tall and straight body, like a martyr
I hope the kapok tree will blossom as a whole.
Strong flame, burning the polluted sky.
Hold the green leaves in your arms and learn to love.
Fill the inner vastness with distant scenery.
The rain in the connected sky nourishes the earth.
See the colorful earth.
You don't need a stunning love show.
Just looking at you silently
Go out early and come back late.
6. Poems about trees
Do you want ancient poetry or modern poetry?
Look at the ancient poems upstairs ~
To the oak tree.
Shu Ting
If I love you-I will never show off on your branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
Flowering tree
Xi Murong
Anyway, let you meet me at this most beautiful moment. For this-I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years, and praying for the Buddha made us have a dusty relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. In the sun, the flowers are blooming carefully, which is the hope of my previous life! Please listen carefully when you approach. Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting! And when you finally walk past in desperation, you fall behind. . Friends! That is not a petal, that is my withered heart.