I still remember,
The first time I held a bunch of jasmine in my hand,
They are white,
It's pure white.
I like the warmth of the sun,
I like the blue sky and the lush earth.
At night, I heard the sound of a rushing stream.
Sunset,
Fade its last dazzling light,
At the end of the field,
The end of the road, waiting for me,
Like a kind mother,
A child waiting for her to come home late.
Now, whenever I think of my childhood,
The first time I held jasmine,
That taste is still sweet.
I have accumulated it in my hands since I was a child.
Countless happy and unforgettable days.
I am with my family and my closest friends.
We had the happiest time together.
On a rainy morning,
I looked out the window,
I have recited many poems that I have always loved.
My lover is around my neck.
A wreath woven by myself,
But when I think back to the first time I held jasmine in my hand,
That kind of feeling
Still so clear and happy.
Tagore saw those jasmine flowers for the first time and held them for the first time.
Tagore [India]
Ah, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!
I seem to remember the sight of these jasmine flowers and these white jasmine flowers on the first day.
I love the sunshine, the sky and the green earth.
I heard the river gurgling in the midnight darkness;
The autumn sunset greeted me in the corner of Kaminouji, a lonely wasteland, just like a bride lifting her veil to greet her groom.
However, the white jasmine flower that I held in my hand for the first time as a child is still sweet in my memory.
I have had many happy days in my life. On holiday nights, I laughed with people who were amused.
On a rainy morning, I sang many leisurely poems.
I am still wearing a dusk wreath woven by my lover's own hands, with drunken flowers hanging around my neck.
However, recalling the first time when I was a child, my hands were full of fresh jasmine flowers, and my heart still felt sweet.
(Yanwu translation)
[Appreciation]
The first experience in life is often the most important and gives us the deepest impression. Tagore's poem describes his first experience of holding jasmine in his hand. Although times have changed and poets have had many happy times, the memory of holding jasmine for the first time is still sweet. This poem is taken from the children's poem "Crescent Moon Collection", but the feelings expressed in the poem are not naive, and mature feelings such as purity and sincerity are vividly on the paper.
3. A complete collection of poems about flowers is 1. Helpless, I had to let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan. (Yan Shu&; lt； Huanxisha ")
2. Don Zhao Wei: "Spring Breeze" has no words, and the garden is full of apricot blossoms.
3. Yuan Lu: In spring, the flowers in the south are like embroidery, and the rain in the West Lake is like oil.
4, Shi: The Spring Festival Evening is worth a thousand dollars, and it takes a good full moon.
5, Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. (Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
6. Fang: The east wind blows the peach calyx overnight, and the peach blossoms blow off. I don't remember that spring is affectionate when I open it, but it is biased when I fall.
7. Anshi, Wang Song: The peach blossoms on the other side are not half red, and there are bees on the branches.
8, Song Yang Wanli: The bones are exquisite and transparent, and the flower heads are inserted with purple lotus fragrance. There are countless blue fans on the thread. If the wind doesn't come, it will cool itself.
9. Don Cen Can: Just like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
10, Zheng Songxiaosi: Let a hundred flowers blossom, and the interest on independent hedges is not bad. Instead of blowing incense into the north wind, it is better to hold it in the branches and wait for death!
1 1, wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
12, a pot of wine from the flowers, to drink alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
13 but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
14. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms and flowing water are rich in mandarin fish. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
15. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
16, plum blossoms are distributed independently before the court.
17, Tang Yuanzhen: It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower has no flowers.
18, Tang feixiu: how can plum blossoms smell sweet if they are not frozen to the bone?
19, Shu: the spring breeze does not lift the ban to raise flowers, and it is misty and chaotic.
20. Oriental Autumn in Tang Dynasty: The sea and sky in Chun Xue are flowers. Snow White seems reluctant to part with this late spring, but proudly sprinkled a fly on the tree in front of the court.
4. 1 What are the poems about "Bright Season in Mo Fuchun"? I miss spring every year, and spring is not a pity.
Su Shi's original poem "Two Cold Foods and Rain" has experienced three cold foods since I came to Huangzhou. Cherish spring, want to keep spring, and manage spring from self-management to no one regrets.
This year also suffered from continuous rain, for two months, the climate was bleak as autumn. Sniff begonia flowers and swallow branches of snow.
The creator secretly brought back the beautiful begonia, and the rain at night is really magical. Begonia flower is like a sick teenager. When it is cured, its hair will grow old.
The riverside is surging, as if to rush into the portal, and the fierce attack of heavy rain seems not bad. My cabin is like a fishing boat, shrouded in a water cloud.
The empty kitchen is cooking some cold dishes, and damp reeds are burning at the bottom of the stove. I didn't know it was a cold food, but I saw crows burning the remaining paper money.
The emperor's palace gate has nine floors, which is far-reaching and difficult to return. The tombs of ancestors in the distance cannot be mourned. I just want to imitate Ruan Ji and cry out in despair, but I am disheartened and unwilling to rekindle.
Since I came to Huangzhou, I have gone through three cold food periods. Cherish the spring every year and want to keep it. It is not a pity that spring is in charge of itself.
This year, it suffered from repeated rainy weather, and the climate was bleak for two months. Lying in bed alone, I heard the rain beating begonia, and the petals like rouge fell like snowflakes.
The creator secretly took away the gorgeous begonia, and the rain in the middle of the night was really magical. Haitang in the rain is like a sick teenager. When he recovered, his temples were gray and he was old.
The riverside is surging, as if to rush into the portal, and the rain seems fierce. My cabin is like a fishing boat, shrouded in a water cloud.
The empty kitchen is cooking some cold dishes, and wet reeds are burning at the bottom of the broken stove. I didn't know that this day turned out to be a cold food, but I saw a crow holding leftover paper money.
The palace gate of the son of heaven is so heavy that it is far-reaching and difficult to return. The ancestral graves are separated from Wan Li, so you can't mourn. I just want to learn from Ruan Ji and cry bitterly, but my heart seems to be dying and I don't want to rekindle it.
2. May you stay with the demon for a long time, and don't chase the east wind. The original poem "Xi Chun Ci" written by a poet in the Tang Dynasty is silent about flowers and seems to hate pond rain.
Bees compete for the fragrance of butterflies, which is not like hanging down a golden thread. May you stay a long time, don't chase the east wind.
Women in the Qin dynasty have been proud of the misty moon, and the red belt is exposed. Tongue birds ask flowers, but flowers don't say anything.
Wandering like the rain that hates the horizontal pond. Bees compete to collect pollen and butterflies share the fragrance of flowers.
Don't cherish a weeping willow-like golden branch. I hope you can keep your charm for a long time and don't be influenced by the east wind.
Qin woman frowned and looked at the moon shrouded in smoke. There was dew in the distance on her sad face. 3, several times, and report to Fang Fei.
Cherish the spring and break the red. Zhang Xian, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a few dumb cannons in his original poem "A Thousand Years" and reported them to Fangfei Pavilion.
Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow. Don't pull strings, you can talk about it.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
The night has passed and the east window is not white. Several cuckoo birds are singing, reporting that the splendid spring will wither.
Cherish spring people want to fold the broken flowers more. How can it be that the rain is gentle and the wind is fierce, just in time for the late spring when plums turn blue?
Look at the willows in Yongfengfang, scattering catkins like snow all day in the deserted garden. Don't pluck the strings of the pipa, because my deep sadness is hard to talk about.
If there is love in the sky, it will never grow old and the true feelings will never die. Affectionate hearts are like those silk screens with Qian Qian's knots in the middle.
Midnight is over, the east is not white, and there is a crescent moon. 4. Persuade the sunset for the gentleman and leave a night photo for the flowers.
Song Qi's original poem Spring in Lou Yu is getting better and better in Dongcheng. Welcome guests with wrinkled ripples.
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Floating long hates pleasure.
Be willing to love your daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Walking in Dongcheng, I feel that spring is getting better and better, and the wrinkled water waves are slowly shaking on the boat. All the green willows are dancing in the morning mist, and the pink apricot flowers are full of charming spring.
Always complaining that life is too short and there is too little fun, how can you despise laughter because you are stingy with money? Let me raise a glass to you and advise the sunset, please stay and shine on the evening flowers. 5, a few red snow wall apricots, a few points on the screen of Qingshan House.
How many days can a spring be so bright and clear? The word "Spring Scenes in Yang Chunqu" in Spring Scenes in Yang Chunqu by Hu Youqi, a poet of Yuan Dynasty, has several red snow apricots on the wall and several green hills on the screen. How many days can a spring be so bright and clear? The scenery in March is intoxicating, only suitable for eyes, not for sober appreciation.
Although the flowers are quiet, the bees have made honey, and although the rain has come, Yan has used it to adjust the nest mud. I woke up very late under the sunshade window.
Who woke me up? Outside the window are warblers singing in the morning. Falling off like curtains are withered peaches, ten Li Long, and the shadows of trees.
All the people who drank flowers once in Luoyang said goodbye. Spring has gone, and bees and bees used to be busy picking flowers.
The newly opened apricot flowers are piled up in the soil like red snow, and the small green hills are hidden in the house like painted screens. How many days can there be such bright sunshine in a spring? March spring scenery is intoxicating, only suitable for drunkenness, not for sober appreciation.
Although the flower is broken, the bees turn it into honey. Although the rain came, the swallows used it to adjust the mud to build their nests. Under the shady window, I woke up very late after a deep sleep.
Who woke me up? In the morning, an oriole is singing outside the window. Like a curtain of red rain, this is a withered peach blossom, a shady and crooked tree in Liu Long.
People who came to Luoyang to enjoy flowers and drink for a while all said goodbye. Spring has passed, and the busy bees and butterflies are idle.
5. The poem about Hibiscus contains the following lines:
1, breezy lotus hedge Tang Bai Juyi answers Liu Jie villa in early autumn.
2, Furong Chu Rong, Han Tao can recommend Sui's "Jiao Miao Qu Wu Jiao Qu Su He"
3. At dusk, Hibiscus leaves Tonliqi's Another Bell.
4. The world watched Furong Huangfu Zeng's "Zhang Cang Visiting the Suburbs"
5, the first banquet Furong Tang Fang Han Yi "Send Li Mingfu to Lianzhou"
6. Planting hibiscus into a fence and falling into Song Yang Wanli's "Tianlejia"
7, withered hibiscus, wind oblique Song Yang Wanli's "Autumn Flowers Bloom"
8, Wu, Furong Xie Zhengjue, "Zen Man Merges with the Lord as a Praise"
9. Flowers are hedged by Fuyoko's "self-expectation"
10, Hibiscus Garden Jiyi's "Partridge Day Sunset Red Opens Hibiscus Garden"
1 1, Lotus wreath Jiang's "Spring Palace Songs (Two Songs)"
12, because I saw Li Xianfang's "New Autumn in the Western Suburb"
13, Lotus, Yi Rong, Wang Ming and Chen Ting's "Ode to Huai (Sixteen Songs)"
14, hibiscus Whenever the road is clear, Wu Kuan "hibiscus".
15, the flowers in Furong country are similar to the Sunflower of the Ming Dynasty's envoy.
6. Ancient Poetry: Poetry about Flowers 1. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, but it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. (Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion)
3. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")
6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. (Li Pin's "Meet Friends at Hukou")
7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
8. The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")
9. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")
10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. (Yan Shu's "Morality")
1 1. In May, there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Road")
12. Thousands of miles of rice and flowers are beautiful, and the leaves of Wuteng Tung are the best sound. Once upon a time, it rained heavily for three days since July 25th.
13. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
14. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)
15. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi's "Except Night, From Stone to Lake")
16. reeds everywhere. I am old, who will fly home next to swallows? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Yi")
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"Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red"
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"Xiao Jian is red and wet, and Jinguan City is heavy."
19 It's the Double Ninth Festival, and it's chrysanthemum time. Meng Haoran's Passing the Old People's Village is here again.
20. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers")
As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, the dragonfly had already stood on his head (Xiaochi)
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
There are several plums in the corner, blooming alone in the cold.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.
7. What poems describe "Aquilaria sinensis"? 1. "Zhang Li steamed agarwood four quatrains".
Year: Song Author: Cheng
Jasmine species in Pingzhang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with a close relationship with Xiaobaihua Mountain.
Borrowing water to embalm jade bone is like a barrier.
2. agarwood
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Leaning against the wall against the inkstone, * * * stubborn.
If you want to compare Lampe with Chuke, who believes that Wu Er is a wooden bowel?
There used to be turquoise at the foot of the mountain, and there was incense in the jade to ward off evil spirits.
If I had known that everything was ashes, I wouldn't have believed that weak words were better than strong words.
3. "Chenxiangpu"
Year: Song Author: Fang Xinru
It's not about drinking 1000 yuan anymore, so it smells better.
If you teach this party to vote, you will fall to the second place in the world.
4. "Complain, Royal Yarn, New Pomegranate Skirt"
Year: Song Author: Yan
Royal yarn new pomegranate skirt,
Aquilaria sinensis smoked slowly.
Luoyue is shared by two generations,
Flying heron blue ripple.
Send it to Wen Jun along with brocade and incense.
Tie it up, spend it, solve it before you do,
Who will accompany Chao Yun?
5. Su Muzhe Liao Chenxiang
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, and the water was clear, and the wind and lotus were one by one.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. May the fishermen remember each other. Boat, dream into furongpu.
8. Poems about Love Flowers ■ Children rush to chase Huang Die, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to find it-Yang Wanli.
■ In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple-Bai Juyi
■ Steal light blue flowers on the snowy road, and spit little red buds on the ice roots. -Yang Wanli's Orchid
Leisure is like the shadow of spring in Wen Jun, as clear as ice and snow. To push the king from the style, only fragrance is enough to spread. -Pan Tianshou's "Blue Stone Map";
■ Autumn shrubs are more and more inclined around the fence like Taoist priests. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum
■ Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
■ Clothes, towels and jujube flowers, and cars ringing in the north and south of the village. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha"
■ Returning to the boat in the evening, straying into the depths of the lotus. -Li Qingzhao's "Dream"
■ My road twists and turns through a valley covered with branches and flowers, leading to a Buddhist retreat. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"
■ The crane floats here early to rest, and the autumn flowers slowly fade. -Han Yi "A Letter to Yu Shiyang from My Study in Taniguchi"
■ Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. -Green? Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea
■ Drunk with the moon, the sage of dreams, the bewitch of flowers, the monarch is deaf. -Li Bai's A Word to Meng Haoran
■ Heaven and man are better than Xu Qiao, cutting water to make flying flowers. -Lu Chang's "Surprised Snow"