1. The world says that the dead are ghosts, knowing and capable of harming people. Try to test it with objects. Dead people are not ghosts. They are ignorant and cannot harm people. "On Death" Author: Wang Chong
2. All mortals are destined to encounter misfortune and suffer harm. There is a destiny of death and longevity, and there is also a destiny of high and low, rich and poor. Author of "Ming Lu Pian": Wang Chong
3. Sunflowers bloom in the green garden, and the morning dew awaits the setting sun. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable. Author of "Long Song Xing": Anonymous
4. People all live by it, but do not know why they live; people all know by it, but do not know why they know. Author of "Xile": written by Lu Buwei and his disciples
5. Huangdi said: Since ancient times, the man who has reached the sky, the foundation of life, is based on yin and yang. Between heaven and earth, within Liuhe, its Qi nine states, nine orifices, five internal organs, and twelve nodes all lead to the weather. "The Theory of Qi Tongtian"
6. The hair and blood are getting weaker and weaker day by day, and the ambition is getting weaker and weaker. I will die if I don't follow you. There is knowledge in death, but it is far away; it is ignorant and sad for a short time, but those who are not sad will last indefinitely. "Sacrifice to the Twelve Langs" Author: Han Yu
7. I have done something wrong to the gods and caused your death; I am unfilial and unkind, and I cannot support you in life or stay with you in death. One is at the end of the sky, and the other is in the corner of the earth. When I was born, my shadow was not connected with my form, and when I died, my soul was not connected with my dreams. "Essay on Sacrifice to the Twelve Langs" Author: Han Yu
8. When the grass grows in the original land, it grows wither every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass" Author: Bai Juyi
9. Fate and time. The destiny cannot be forced, and the time cannot be exerted. Those who know return it to heaven, so they are magnanimous and calm. "Ming Lu Pian" Author: Wang Chong
10. Destiny is to be poor or humble. Even if you are rich and noble, you will still be involved in disasters. You are destined to be rich and noble. Even if you are poor or lowly, you will still receive good fortune. "Ming Lu Pian" Author: Wang Chong
12. The Mohist theory believes that people have no life after death; the Confucian theory believes that people have life after death. Those who talk about destiny, see Zixia saying that life and death have destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. Those who say they have no fate, I heard that the capital of Liyang sank overnight and turned into a lake; Qin general Bai Qigao and Zhao Jiang died under Changping, and all 400,000 people died at the same time. "Life and Meaning" Author: Wang Chong Poems about mother | Poems about maternal love
Poems about mother | Poems about maternal love
1. The white-headed old mother cries behind the door to save her. Keep the sleeves on. Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
2. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wanderer.
3. A loving mother loves her children not just for retribution. Liu An of the Han Dynasty
4. People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
5. The mother bids farewell to her son, and the son bids farewell to his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. "Farewell to Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
6. Jiang Shiquan loved his son endlessly and was very happy to return home. "Getting Home at the End of the Year"
7. If you don't have a father, who can you rely on? If you don't have a mother, who can you rely on? "The Book of Songs"
8. The wanderer chants "Who can tell the heart of an inch of grass", and he will be rewarded with three springs.
9. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen. It was better to have children than not to have children at this time. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
10. The mother says that the child is lying down when he is dry, and the mother is sleeping when the child is wet. "Song of Advising Filial Piety"
11. When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the companion in failure. Zheng Zhenduo
12. The only love in the world that has not been contaminated - that is maternal love. The word Yan
13. If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, then the younger brother will be disrespectful.
14. Mother is the first parent in the world; maternal love is the first love in the world. Ziyan
15. Supplement: A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. Liu An of the Han Dynasty
16. In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside. However, few people can succeed. Written by Lu Gong of the Song Dynasty
17. Despite all the love, thousands of kindnesses and hundreds of hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk"
18. When the mother's instrument hangs down, the radiant tube shines brightly, and in Wusu, the light shines silently on the night stand. "Collection of Proverbs"
19. The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan
20. The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is in front of you. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
21. My mother is one hundred years old and she often prays for her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
22. Parents are of high moral character; children are well educated. "Motto Couplet"
23. We must know that this separation will be scattered, and it is not as good as being together in death and life. Tang Zhang said "Answers from an Old Man in Beizhou"
24. People think it is good to have boys and girls, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old. Wang Jian of Tang Dynasty
25. In the eyes of parents, children are always a part of themselves, and their children are an opportunity for them to become their ideal selves again. Fei Xiaotong
26. A loving mother relies on her door to love her, but a wanderer’s journey is difficult. "Mo Xuan Tu" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
27. My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me and nurtured me.
28. The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty
29. What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will cherish.
"Proverbs Lian Bi"
30. As a parent, the best thing in the world is; as a child, the best thing in the world is filial piety. "Proverbs Lian Bi"
31. The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, and the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
32. Don't be happy if you have children, but don't lament if you don't have children. Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
33. Women are not in harmony. Yan Zhidui of the Northern and Southern Dynasties
34. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt and leaves them in place. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
35. Former Mencius' mother chose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance. "Three Character Classic"
36. Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
37. A baby of one foot and three inches needs ten and eight years of work. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
38. A fetus in the tenth month of the lunar month shows great kindness, but the repayment in the three lifetimes is light. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
39. Parents are the best in the world; brothers are the rarest people in the world. "Proverbs Lian Bi"
40. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. "The Book of Songs"
41. 3 The general's mother went to Hangou, leaving Bai Hanyin at home. Song Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"
42. Take care of me and protect me. "The Book of Songs" Verses About Orchids Ancient Poems_Classic Verses
Hua Yan's "Orchid"
The clouds are solid and graceful, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.
The cool breeze stirs the night, and the beautiful lady begs for you.
Gao Fenghan's "Inscribed on Zheng Banqiao's painting of orchids and Chen Gaifu's painting of pine trees"
Gaifu's paintings of pine trees are scattered, while Banqiao's paintings of orchids are scattered.
The orchids are blooming, the orchids are fragrant, and the pine branches are brushed by the wind.
Sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave is enjoying himself too much.
Huang Ren's "Inscription on Orchid" (three poems)
Where is the fragrance in your room, and the four walls are empty valleys.
One punch is ancient and charming, and the beauty is alone.
Yuanli thinks a lot, but my heart is far away?
The paper window attracts the fragrant soul, but the appearance is not worthy of admiration.
Magnetic buckets support beautiful stones, and those with clear origins are fragrant far away.
You came from Wangchuan and got this powder copy.
Liao Liang's "Written on the Orchid Stone"
A piece of empty mountain rocks and several stems of valley grass.
When writing this letter to those who are in trouble, please don’t forget Lin Quan.
Li Fangying's "Orchid Album" (three poems)
Confused Xiao Ailu is exposed to the wind and cold, and the heroes of the ages will never dry up in tears.
Putting down the pen and talking about the past, Hengqin may not be able to tune Yilan.
The cool breeze of Chu Wan flows through the writing, and I have been a guest for twenty years.
Self-pity does not sing the song of orchid, thousands of leaves and flowers are for the world to see.
Asking the sky, don’t laugh at the total ignorance, but also regret that the orchids on the temples are growing thin.
When the family is exhausted and worried about the hoeing, when they go into the mountains and fear that they will lose their beauty.
Wang Shishen's "Orchid"
Orchids emerge from the valley, and flowers bloom in autumn.
During the secluded period with me, I want to return to the empty mountain.
"Album Page of the Voiceless Sound in the Empty Valley"
The orchid grass is worthy of the heart of a hermit, its self-prosperity and self-withering are deep in the white clouds.
The spring breeze fills the empty valley every year, leaving the fragrance in the plain Qin.
Li Eel's "Ink Orchid"
In summer, the flowers are light and deep in spring, with several stamens on one stem scattered horizontally.
Although it is not as good as Orchid, planting a hundred acres of it is still a luxury.
"Fangfei in the Valley"
This is a vivid description of Fangfei, with only potted plants and stone surrounds missing.
I remember that the spring breeze dispersed in the valley, and the flowers were like grass while the woodcutter returned.
"Painting Orchid" by Jin Nong
After the rain in the deep forest, the pen and inkstone are cold, but the female orchid is blooming but there is no man.
The soft paper and parallel ears are many and slender, not counting the Jinling Ma Siniang.
"Lu Lan" by Miao Gongen
The ice roots and green leaves are mixed and barren, and the dawn dew is decorated with pearls.
The smile is half-sucking and half-vomiting, and the heart is bright and clear.
"Youlan is written by Mr. Yi Feng" by Shen Tong
The orchid spreads across the empty valley and becomes the king's fragrance.
The fragrant wind fills the fields, and the plain posture condenses the clear light.
Deeply affectionate and independent.
How can Xiao and Ai be friends?
Xiao Aizi reveals her beauty, and her orchids are covered in frost.
As soon as the scenery changes, the clothes will be worn.
Zheng Xie's "Picture of Half a Pot of Orchids"
The pot is half hidden, and the flower is half contained.
Don’t seek to vent, don’t be afraid of withering.
"Ti Lai Lan"
Two pots of orchid, one night and one morning.
Flowers come one after another, in late spring and dawn in summer.
"Tilan"
The orchid grass has grown into a row, and the mountains are full of meaning.
If you are loyal and still embrace yourself, why do you want to compete with others?
"Qiaobi Orchid"
The cliff is a thousand feet high, and the orchids are green in the sky.
There is a woodcutter down there, but he can’t break it with his hand.
"Orchid"
If the roots are big, why complain about the short and sparse leaves.
Spring thunder lurks at night, and its fragrance flies into the clouds.
"Lan"
There are many hidden intentions and unwillingness to show affection.
After the Qingming Festival, the essence enters the Xia Qing Dynasty.
"Orchid" (five poems)
Orchids are not flowers, they are people in my eyes.
It is difficult to write this flower god with a Xiangguan pen.
Orchid fragrance is not the fragrance, it is the breath in my mouth.
It is difficult to describe the taste of lips with a Xiangguan pen.
A seventy-three-year-old man has painted orchids for fifty years.
No matter how hard it is, it will never wither.
There are wonderful gaps between one stroke and two strokes.
It’s hard to believe that he waved his hand regardless of the traces of those who came before him.
There are roots that are not in the ground, but there are flowers that bloom all year round.
Strangely enough, once the secret is revealed, the secret will come to you.
"Conglan Thorns"
The thorns soothe the roots, and the wind and dew smooth the spirits.
The pure heart does not show the joy and anger, and the grass is also stained with the remaining spring.
"Poetry Notes on Quweng Mountain, Small Landscapes of the Eight Great Mountains of Shitao and Shixi, and One Volume of Baiding Molan***"
When the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, there is a bag of poems on the temples Draw a tutu.
Thousands of horizontal and vertical strokes, no more ink dots but more tears.
"Sending Orchids to Yuan Mei's Mansion in Jiaoshan"
One hundred and eighty arrows of autumn orchids were sent to the stone house in Jiaoshan.
Xiaoyue knocked on the door and passed the note. Yanfan came across the river last night.
"Picture of Orchids in Pots Leaning on Huihui"
Spring orchids have not yet finished and summer orchids are blooming, and the painting clearly calls Dui.
After reading all the prosperity and withering, it is like a pot full of flowers. It has been pulled out several times and planted again.
"Picture of Orchid in a Broken Pot"
Spring rain and spring breeze describe the beauty of the face, and the tranquility and charm fall into the world.
Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.
"Picture of Orchids on Qiaobi"
The orchids on the top of the mountain bloom early, and the little arrows on the mountainside are still pregnant.
The painter intends to teach people to stop and save, so why should the east wind be a good matchmaker.
"A painting of orchids and thorns and thorns sent to Cai Taishi"
The painting is full of orchids in spring, with a few strokes of thorns and hazels on the side.
The world can accommodate both good and evil. I want to see warm and distant people.
"Orchid" (four poems)
Qu Song's article is full of tall grass and trees, and the everlasting orchids dominate the coquettish style.
How to be a cheap person and sell it to others? It’s a matter of picking and choosing on the streets.
This is a kind of quiet flower. You don’t want to hear it, just the haze.
When gathering wood, you may be afraid of the trail, and even write about the mountains being covered.
Orchid is originally a grass in the mountains, and this flower is also planted in the mountains.
There are so many plants in the world, it is better to keep them with the mist.
The orchid grass in the mountains is in disorder, the leaves are warm, the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong.
It is not far away to send incense out of the valley, but it can be sent to the worldly world.
"Painting Orchids to Taoist Ziqiongya"
Searching and searching in the mountains, I found red hearts and plain hearts.
I want to send a branch a long way, but the dew is cold and fragrant until now.
"Broken Pot Orchid"
The spring rain and spring breeze wash away the beautiful face, and I say goodbye to Qiongdao to the world.
Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.
"A painting of orchids sent to Yang Dianshi of Fan County to return to Hangzhou after illness"
If the orchids don't match each other in Shandong, who knows that the fragrance moves far away in the sky.
Draw a pot and carry it back, and plant it on the north and south peaks.
Later, he was snatched away by the good guys, and Yang was very upset. More than ten years later, I passed through Hangzhou, and Duke Yang had been dead for a long time. His descendants told the story and begged for a painting to make up for it. It is both a preface and a poem: I miss you so much that I entrust the soul of a flower to drift into the West Lake and knock on the door of the tomb. As a Taoist, I have resumed my brushwork, and I am still a master and a grandson.
"Broken Branch Orchid"
Paintings of spring breeze are worthless, only one branch of green jade and half a branch of beauty.
The sun rises in the mountains and the birds in the forest carry out their beaks of lovesickness in February.
"Painting Thorny Orchids for Master Lvsong"
If thorns cannot be tolerated, orchids will grow, and heretics and demons will look on with cold eyes.
The doorway may be fragrant or dirty, but only then do we realize the vastness of the Buddhadharma.
"Broken Branch Orchid"
The dew in the morning wind has not been dried, who puts an arrow orchid in a crystal vase,
It's like Concubine Yang taking a new bath, with a thin skirt It's up to you to see.
"Eight Orchids"
Nine orchids bloomed in the fields on the river, but the eight orchids were not completed.
When will everything in the world be enough, leave it to be cultivated and cultivated for future generations.
"Orchid"
Turning around the green hills and mountains, the orchid hides and loops.
Who in the Kingdom of Fragrances can come and give me half of my bookish room?
"Orchid"
There are many plants in the world, but the green hills are my home.
The painting is a lonely place on a cliff, covered with orchids and bamboo leaves.
"Pot Orchid"
Xijiang is a wonderful Ganzhou orchid. I have bought potted flowers and looked at them several times.
I don’t know how the painting looks like, but the wind and dew of my hometown have not completely dried.
"Mountain Orchid"
There are orchids on the mountain and down the mountain, and the fragrance is fragrant and fragrant.
It’s a shame that the world is so ignorant, just because it looks at people in different ways.
"Orchid"
Yesterday I came out of the confinement in search of spring, but there were no orchids in every peach or willow.
The shop is not a place for rich people to live, so if you want to visit the secluded sect, you must stay in the mountains.
"Pot Orchid"
If you buy a whole orchid, you will have enough power to have children and grandchildren.
Don’t think there are too few flowers this year. Please look forward to seeing them full next year.
"Orchid" (eight poems)
Su Xin Lan and Chi Xin Lan always treat their hearts with their guests.
How could the spring breeze brew it? The frost and snow were once very cold.
The weeds are left unkempt and there is no place to arrange the orchids.
If you want to be endowed with many beautiful qualities, you must transplant the roots and plant them in the garden.
Jiuwan orchids have been around for thousands of years, and the orchids are not enough to make up for the flowers.
Why are there so many thorns growing among them? How can a gentleman tolerate them?
Not red, not purple, not deep yellow, just a few chapters of dark green leaves.
Only the west wind is favorable, and it always sweeps the autumn frost off the rocks.
The spring breeze came into the mountains last night, causing orchids to bloom everywhere.
Only bamboo is the companion of a gentleman, and there is no other flower that can be planted with him.
One peak is in the past and another is far away, and three peaks are close to each other for passers-by.
The higher the orchids are, the more fragrant they are, and the green grass in Dongting floats all over the lake.
Orchids are related to bamboo and are always found among green mountains and green waters.
The frost and snow will not wither the spring, and the smiling people will be red and purple as guests.
Half of the mountain is covered with bamboo and half with orchids, and the green leaves are all over the nearby mountains.
There is always a feeling of spring and summer, with no autumn atmosphere.
"Wang Chuyu Paints Orchids" by Chen Jiru
Over the past few years, the valley has been half frosty and the wind has left a lingering fragrance scattered among the grass.
I'm afraid that the woodcutter will be mixed up with the orchids, and the beauty will be collected in the bundle of salary.
"Orchid"
Bees and butterflies arrive faintly, but the clouds and mist have no way to pass.
It is difficult to exert force in the east wind, and the natural fragrance is in the presence or absence.
"Hui"
At the end of the water, there are clumps of lily and grass, and the green leaves are so dark that they are half-covered.
The most beautiful place where the breeze blows is a tender jade nine-branch flower.
"Tilan" (ten poems)
The taste is leisurely and the breath is fragrant, how can it be reduced to a dark and sad state.
Visitors can't help but drift away. In a blink of an eye, the spring breeze fills the valley with fragrance.
The fragrance does not reduce the freshness of the color, and the stone diameter is still strong.
But we are separated from the graves and grasses, and we are lonely in the empty mountains and only feel sorry for ourselves.
Out of eight orchids, seven will bloom, and even one small bunch of smallpox must be planted.
Next year is bound to bring spring, just waiting for the thunder to ring from the sky gate.
In order to buy the spring breeze in February, Susong and Suzhou grass are planted in the fields.
There are not many roads across the river, and it is worth it once you arrive in Yangzhou.
A kind of quiet orchid plant that blooms at all times without being exposed to rain or dew.
Spring is always there with dense roots and dense leaves, but it is a pity that the fragrant butterflies do not come.
The wind in the water palace is green and cool, and the orchid trees are fragrant.
The beast of Li Sao is worn by the secluded people, and today it is called the fragrance of the king.
The beauty in the forest is very different, silent and fragrant in the wind.
Who can write Lingjun Fu and summon your soul to Chuxiang?
Who can dig it in the mountains? It has long branches, short leaves and a few flowers.
Sir, I would like to buy an Ou pot and plant it carefully with stones and moss.
If there is fragrance passing through the pen, the ink is like gold and jade, and the water is like beads.
If you want to compare the solitary bamboo and the quiet orchid, it is only Yi Qi Qu.
The strong part is quiet and the light part is fragrant, and the flowers bloom for a long time.
The warm breeze enters the hands of an expert and moves the golden basin to the jade hall.
"Ti Orchid"
Three of the four orchids bloom, and the middle one blooms late.
Everything in the world will be calm and good, until the spring lady comes back.
Li Tiaoyuan's "Poetry of Yu Zhitang, the Orchids Are Extraordinarily Slender during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Same Year"
The love is so broad and simple, and it suddenly touches the arms of my beloved.
Before entering the room, the seat is not yet settled, and the fragrance fills the courtyard steps.
This kind of tranquility is high in the white clouds.
Once I was mistaken by the fragrance, I joined the grass.
The fragrance remains silent and separates itself from the dust.
Now I am a gentleman, and I will always be invited to cultivate you.
The moonlight night is quiet, facing each other, as if you are forgetting the body of someone.
I wish to support my solitary roots, and I will have no guesses at the annual banquet.
Fang Wanyi's "Scroll of Orchid with Double Hooks on Ma Shouzhen"
The Chu Wan has a quiet orchid crown with a fragrant crown, and the double-junk painting method is unusual.
The national incense flowed away and the reward was left in vain, and the great interest was given to Ma Siniang in Jinling. Ancient poems about plum blossoms_Aesthetic poems
Ink Plum
Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are blooming with faint ink marks.
Don’t let people praise you for your good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe.
Plum Blossoms
Yuan Wangmian
In March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains of Hunan are as green as water.
No one can see the sound of Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Appreciating red plum blossoms at the beginning of spring
Yuanyuanhuai
Last night the east wind turned and the snow on the willows disappeared on the streets.
At dawn, a tree like a cluster of apricots opens to the isolated village across a small bridge.
It seems that the chemical industry dislikes pink and thin, so the color is used to help the flowers become more delicate.
There is no need to distinguish between green branches and green leaves. We win the championship among thousands of flowers.
Recalling Plum Blossoms
Yuan Duan Keji
The immortal Gushe, with his skin of ice and snow, accompanied me to the West Lake in the past.
Don’t forget that the spring breeze has changed several times, and the standard is now gone.
West Lake Plum
Yuan Feng Zizhen
There is a jade forest beside Su Laodi, and Liuqiao Fengyue is a close friend.
Let others compete for pleasure, and do not care about prosperity.
Mandarin Duck Plum
Yuan Feng Zizhen
The flowers are in double pedicles, so it is suitable to be photographed near the cold pond.
I only worry that the corners of the painting will be blown away, and the shadows will fly apart, which is the most hurtful thing.
Painting with Ink Plum Blossom
Yuan Tao Zongyi
The bright moon shines over the isolated mountain in a scholar's home, the cold light of the lake immerses the jade horizontally.
It seems that the seals are drawn vertically and horizontally, and the iron coils are formed into flowers.
Yangshan Daozhong
Yuan Shi Shanzhu
After the rain, spring streams compete for distribution, and wild pheasants fly over the ancient tombs.
I saw that people lived in Shenwu, and the plum blossoms surrounded the house without opening the door.
Spring Festival Gala
Yuan Fanghui
The grass is not as deep as the grass, and the clear and peaceful weather moistens the garden.
Where the light rain begins to clear up, there are several green plum trees standing in the shade.
Winter Ci
Guo Yu of the Yuan Dynasty
In the sparse forest, the sun is shining and crows are scattered, and the high pavilion is covered by red curtains.
Why do you want to ask Wang Sun whether he has returned? The jade plum blooms to Beizhihua.
Send a poem to Wutang
Ming Xia Wan Chun
When the flowers bloom, I recall the plum blossoms in my hometown, and the snow covers the cold mountain paths and prevents them from blooming.
The bright moon and the worried heart are similar, waiting for others to come.
Painting of Plum Blossoms
Xu Wei of Ming Dynasty
I have never seen a plum blossom spectrum, so I can easily pick it up from Youshen.
If you don’t believe it, just look at the thousands of trees. The east wind blows and they become spring.
Wang Yuanzhang's Painting of Plum Blossoms on Fallen Branches
Xu Wei of Ming Dynasty
The solitary and graceful beauty overwhelms the vulgar posture, and it is difficult to reproduce the plum blossom branches.
Everything has always been too high-class, no wonder the plum blossoms are hanging to the ground.
Paintings
Ming Tang Yin
The snow is falling on the river and the village is freezing, and the gardens are full of jade.
I need to sell some wine to clear the air, and there are also sparse plum blossoms for visitors to see.
Early Spring
Ming Dynasty Chen Jiru
The weak spring breeze slants the wicker branches, and the new grass is just a touch of sand.
I want to borrow a hoe from the master to sweep away the remaining snow and plant plum blossoms.
Song Huizong's painting of half-open plum blossoms
Ming Dynasty Zhao Youtong
In the early days of the imperial dynasty, when he was having a good time after drinking, he wrote that the plum blossom stamens were half contained.
After the melancholy spring in Bian Palace, a branch wandered to the south of the Yangtze River.
Painted Plum Blossoms
Mingfang Xiaoru
The light snow has just disappeared over the half-moon pond, and two or three branches can be seen in the distance by the fence.
The fragrance spreads to the heart of heaven, and it is unknown to ordinary plants and trees.
Painting Plum Blossoms
Ming Chen Daofu
The fragrance of plum blossoms in the fields outside the bamboo fence brings the snow to the drunken countryside.
The paper sleeps alone in the spring, and the busy carriage and horse laugh at the busy people.
Painting Plum Blossoms
Ming Chen Daofu
The plum blossoms are so proud that they occupy all the flowers. After the snow, I am busy chasing after them.
Fold off a hanging bamboo stick and there will be a fragrance on your way home.
Plum Blossoms Fall
Ming Xue Xuan
There are two plum trees outside the eaves, and the wind blew last night in front of the court.
I don’t know where the flute was playing, and it sounded like a hit.
Early plum blossoms
Bright and bright
Thousands of trees are cold and colorless, but the flowers are unique to the southern branches.
Where the fragrance is scented by flowing water, shadows fall on wild people’s homes.
Ding Maoxinzheng wrote plum blossoms on the third day
Li Rihua of Ming Dynasty
The pink ribs in the sandalwood mouth are full of smiles, and the spring breeze blows into happiness.
The wine drinkers were so excited that poems poured down from the sky.
Album of poems with paintings and paintings
Qing Puhe
If you have nothing to do, look for plum blossoms, and you will come back when you find plum blossoms.
The snow is deep but spring is still shallow, half of it is blooming at home.
After Snow in the Mountains
Qing Zhengxie
When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is bright, the clouds are pale, the sun is cold.
There is no plum blossom jelly dripping from the eaves, a kind of loneliness but not leisure.
Painting Plum Blossoms
Jinnong of the Qing Dynasty
The old plum blossoms become more energetic as they get older, as if there were people in Shuidian Mountain Tower.
From clear to very cold, I feel like I know that the bright moon is my predecessor.
A small scene titled Tang Jie Yuan
Qingyun Shouping
After the snow, I gently radiate into the green sky, and the cold air of the Huaxi River wears spring clothes.
Cross the south bank of the bridge to find spring, and return home with plum blossoms everywhere.
Inscribed on Plum Blossoms
Wang Shishen of the Qing Dynasty
One or two rows of plum blossoms were planted in the small courtyard, and the paintings were empty and sparse with shadows covering the clothes.
The ice melts into snow and the moon adds whiteness, and the east wind brings fragrance every day.
Early Plum Blossoms
Qingning Tiaoyuan
Colorful purples and reds show shame and frown, and you can see the spirit only at the end of the road.
Deep in the mountains and rivers, under the blue cliffs, I can’t wait to see the spring blossoms.
Withered Plum
Wu Qi of Qing Dynasty
Strange fragrance and different colors are blooming in the forest, and it has suddenly become popular in the past hundred years.
Take away all the essence, leaving only the skeleton for people to see.
Painting of Plum Blossoms
Li Fangying of the Qing Dynasty
The plum blossoms have not sprouted on this day, and the rotating universe belongs to the painter.
The spring breeze is endless at the bottom of the pen, and the flowers bloom after painting here and there.
Painting Plum Blossoms
Li Fangying of the Qing Dynasty
The ink marks on the paper are new, and the plum blossoms are most attractive at what point.
I hope that the wind will blow far away, and every door and lane will become spring.
Plum Blossom Poetry
Yu Yue Neizi of the Qing Dynasty
Can withstand the snow and frost in the world, and the flowers on their heads are fragrant first.
Qingfeng has its own immortal bones, and it is better to go to Yutang for coolness.
He Neizi's Plum Blossom Poems
Qing Yuyue
There is frost in the dust-free courtyard at night, and the fragrance is not waiting for leisure.
In the cold night, we dream of Luofu dream, which is better than Dongpo in the snow hall.
Exploring Plum Blossoms in the Yuan Dynasty Tomb in the Rain
Qing and Song Dynasties Nao
Exploring Plum Blossoms in the Rain and Surviving the Rain, The Stones Clanging and the Staff Can Make Sounds.
The clouds, shadows, and flowers flicker, and the pines, waves, and rocks compete noisily with each other.
The rhyme is suitable for walking on a leisurely Zen couch, and walking in a quiet and loving garden.
Looking at the vast sea of ??fragrant snow, the mountainside of my home is a good name.
Falling plum blossoms
Qingluran
Gentle breeze and raindrop moss pattern, the indifferent fragrance can be smelled quietly.
The forest is covered with snow, and the top of the mountain is covered with clouds.
There is no need to blow across the rivers and rivers, but the most precious thing is the empty branches and the cold evening.
Looking back at the road down Gushan Mountain, frost birds and white butterflies are everywhere.
Plum Blossom Poetry
Gao Qi
The beautiful branches only unite in Yaotai, but who can plant them everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River.
The noble man lies in the snow-covered mountains, and the beauties come under the moonlit forest.
The sparse shadows of bamboos are scattered in the cold, and the lingering fragrance of spring is covered by moss.
Since I left, there has been no good song, and the east wind has been sad and will blow away several times.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" Visiting Miaoyu and Begging for Red Plums
Cao Xueqin
Before the wine bottle was opened and the sentences were not cut, I went to Penglai in search of spring and greetings with friends.
Instead of begging for the dew from the master's bottle, I beg for the plum blossoms outside Chang'e's threshold.
The cold peach blossoms and snow are gone when you enter the world, and the fragrant purple clouds come when you leave the world.
Chaya, who regrets that his poems have thin shoulders, and his clothes are still stained with moss from the Buddhist courtyard.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (The Red Letter)
Cao Xueqin
The peaches are not yet fragrant and the apricots are not yet red, and the east wind laughs before the cold.
It is difficult to distinguish the spring when the soul flies to Yuling Mountain, and the clouds are separated by the clouds and the dream is not clear.
The green calyx adds makeup and melts into the treasure torch, and the immortal helps the drunken person to cross the remaining rainbow.
It seems that it is not an ordinary color, the shades are determined by his ice and snow.
"Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (the word plum)
Cao Xueqin
White plum blossoms are lazily assigned to red plum blossoms.
A frozen face is covered with traces of blood, and a sad heart without hatred is turned into ashes.
Accidentally swallowed the elixir to move the real bones, and stole the Yaochi to remove the old fetus.
The spring in the north and south of the Yangtze River is brilliant, and the bees and butterflies are full of doubts.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (huazi)
Cao Xueqin
The branches are sparse and the flowers are bright, and the children are luxurious in spring makeup.
There is no remaining snow on the curved sill of the leisure hall, and there are sunsets on the empty mountains with running water.
Youmeng Leng follows the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of wandering immortals spreads across the Jiang River.
The predecessor must be of Yaotai species, so there is no doubt about the difference in appearance.
Presented to Fan Ye
Southern and Northern Dynasties Lu Kai
The plum blossoms were picked up by the messenger and sent to the Longtou people.
Jiangnan has nothing, just give me a spring branch.
Early Plum Blossoms
Zhang Wei
A tree with white jade strips of cold plum blossoms stands next to the bridge next to the village.
I don’t know if the water flowers bloom first, but it is suspected that they have not sold out after winter snow.
Cold Night
Du Lei
On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils and becomes red.
Ordinarily, the first month of the month is different, but there are plum blossoms.
Plum
Wang Qi
The bamboo fenced thatched cottage is willing to be free from the slightest dust intrusion.
Just because of misunderstanding Lin Hejing, the poet has been talking about it to this day.
The plum blossoms are in full bloom in Zhenshi Garden
王銊
Sitting among the flowers as the sun sets late, there are thousands and ten thousand branches of fragrant snow.
Since the beginning of spring, there have been no good sentences, but now the staff and quinoa suddenly become poems.
Part One of "Miscellaneous Poems"
Wang Wei
As you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown.
Before the next day, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed.
First encounter with plum blossoms
Written by Lu
The ground in the north of the Yangtze River is not as warm as in the south.
The south of the Yangtze River is easy to break the heart of people from the north.
Rouge, peach cheeks and pear pollen,
***make up the winter plum blossom side.
The second rhyme is "Jade Early Plum"
Huang Tingjian
The cold fragrance is folded and the essence is not revealed,
There are two or three small bamboo sticks leaning against the sun.
Luo Wei's green leaves are deeply nourishing,
has been known to the Traveling Bee Saint.
November Back Garden Flowers in Bloom Part 2
Cai Xiang
The sun is warm and fragrant, and they are already in full bloom.
When they were in bloom they were already in full bloom. Thousands of times.
How can the spring breeze be so sentimental?
It goes and comes again with flowers.
Mo Mei
Zhang Zhen
The waterside village in the deep valley on the mountainside was once sparse with flowers and cut off the soul of the visitors.
I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows misty rain and darkens the dusk.
Poems about Plum Blossoms
Dark Fragrance and Sparse Shadows
Jiang Kui
In the winter of 1911, I walked to Shihu Lake in the snow. At the end of the month, I taught Jiansuo Sentences and recruited new sounds to compose these two pieces of music. Shihu played with it endlessly and asked the prostitutes to learn it. The syllables were harmonious and euphemistic, so they named it "Dark Fragrance" and "Sparse Shadow".
Secret fragrance
In the old days, the moonlight shone on me several times, and I played the flute beside the plum blossoms. To arouse beautiful women, no matter the cold or climbing. He Xun is getting older now and has forgotten the spring breeze of poetry. But it is strange that the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold and enters the Yao mat. The country of Jiang is in complete silence. Sigh and send it to the far away road, the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry, but the red calyx is speechless and remembers each other. I remember once hand in hand, thousands of trees overwhelmed the cold green of the West Lake. There are also pieces and pieces, and they are all blown away. How long will it take to see them?
Sparse shadows
The mossy branches are decorated with jade, and there are small green birds, sleeping together on the branches.
We meet as guests, at dusk in the corner of the fence, leaning against the bamboos in silence.
Zhaojun was not used to Hu Shayuan, but he secretly recalled Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
I want to wear the ring and return on a moonlit night, turning it into this lonely flower.
I still remember the old things in the palace. The man was sleeping and flew close to the moth green.
Nothing is like the spring breeze, no matter the waxing or waning, it will arrange a golden house as soon as possible.
I just let everyone go with the tide, but I resented and lamented the jade dragon.
Waiting for a long time, looking for the fragrance again, it has entered the small window banner.
Bu Suanzi's Ode to Plum Blossoms
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
Linjiang Fairy Plum
Li Qingzhao
The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses her beauty.
It is good to have a clear dream at night, so you should go to Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop blowing.
Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be late and the apricot blossoms will be fat.
?Feelings about the blooming plum blossoms in the charming Houting Pavilion
Li Qingzhao
The jade is thin and fragrant, the sandalwood is deep and the snow is scattered. I hate that it is too late to explore the plum blossoms this year.
Jianglou Chuguan, the water is far between the clouds.
The clear day lasts forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain rolled low.
When the guests arrive, the wine in front of you is full, and the singing is flowing.
The southern branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don’t wait for the west tower to sound Qiang Guan several times.