Poems praising chrysanthemums 1
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. _ _ Li Qingzhao Dolly? Ode to white chrysanthemum
Huanghua deep alley, red leaves and low windows, bleak autumn sound. _ _ Jie Jiang "Slow down? The sound of autumn
There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches. _ _ Cao Xueqin's mess
Ask Huang Ju who opened it. _ _ Qin Guan man Fang Ting? Clear water scares autumn.
Infinite branches are lustful, and poor flowers are not for Chongyang. _ _ Qiu Jun's Singing Chrysanthemum
Take a pot to take care of the flowing water, and the chrysanthemums will be in Leng Yan. _ _ Li Bai's Nine Days
At present, I will share Fang Ju wine with you today, but I should have a rest in the Ming Dynasty. _ _ Wang Zhihuan's Nine Days Farewell
Outside the door, Huang Ju still meets the west wind; In the room, the white hair has been born far away. _ _ Yuan Haowen's Autumn
The short hedge has a yellow branch. It's the depths of the chaotic mountains, and it's Chongyang. _ _ Lv Benzhong "South Gezi? The postal route invades the oblique moon
Autumn chrysanthemum can be eaten, and Chunlan can be rewarded, leaving it to Mr. Wang to plant it himself. _ _ Xin Qiji's "Qinyuanchun"? A new house with a lake will become "
Poems praising chrysanthemums 2
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Song? bright red
Tuhua can be white and red, and you can still love this work at night.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind.
After the double ninth festival
Song? Chengda Fan
The dew is wet in the lonely east, and the sand shines on the front golden house.
A few girls in the world have no high rhyme and only look at flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Zhao Chang Han ju
Song? Su Shi
Light muscles and weak bones, dispel the hidden flowers and make the gold nucleus shine.
Want to know the medicine to delay aging, let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend.
Chanting chrysanthemum
Princess Xiaoxiang (Lin Daiyu)
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.
There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
chrysanthemum
Song Yuan
Lingju is planted on a cliff, and Ling Ying is freezing.
Spring dew is not stained, and autumn frost is not changed.