A poem in praise of Lily

Birth inspector Chao Bu's eternal love for people, Lily is a girl without sadness. When I wake up at noon, cicadas sing in the distance. There are ice springs in the moss well, so it is very troublesome to wash your chest. But hanging a small curtain hook, a wisp of furnace smoke curled up. Lu Youer from the fragrant lily, a pink Changchun, happened to be in the north window. Laugh at the old turtle house, but don't remember poverty with joy. In front of the window, I made a small Tushanlan and a Hosta, and finally I got a fragrant lily and planted it. Luyou orchids have been moved all over the forest, and there is no place to grow Hosta. More begging for two clusters of fragrant lilies, the old man is still childlike in his seventies. The turtle hall is full of flowers. Dendrobium planted fragrant lilies on the land, and Boxwood was cultivated in Xiaopen Mountain. The old man is not a child, he grew up in buddhist nun! The Qixi poem He Xun's immortal car is stationed in seven townships. Phoenix falls from the sky. The moon reflected nine small fires. The wind blew the fragrance of lily. Let's have a good laugh. Tears are still stained. Vaguely like a dragon Nuo suddenly looks like Gao Tang. Wordless parting. Hehan is gradually making soup. Lily has many kinds of leaves, and flowers are the same color. Dew or droop, droop from the wind. -Cha Xiao This poem is the work of Cha Xiao, the third son of Xuan Di, the Emperor of the Later Liang Dynasty, about lilies. The author painted a poetic lily picture with clear words, beautiful sentences and light sketches. The whole poem consists of four sentences. The first two sentences are from leaves to flowers, and the last two sentences are from flowers to postures. They describe the leaves of lilies, with a fresh and natural feeling and attractive posture, just like showing the true interest and essence of lilies before our eyes. 2. The great poet Lu You once planted lilies with mounds in front of the window. He also shouted: "Fang Lan has moved all over the forest, so there is no room for planting Hosta, and even begged for two clusters of fragrant lilies. The old man is still childlike at the age of 70. " The ending is modern and contemporary-the forgotten wild lily in Xi Murong will still grow under the fern shadow of the same valley, and it will still have the fragrance of the past, but no one will remember us and our joys and sorrows, and time has passed, leaving only a few anonymous poems and a touch of lily in the sunset-Xi Murong has no dispute with others. Open a fragrant hill lily quietly in my heart. No one knows it exists. Only my wanderer always remembers with a smile on the lonely road. There are many shy roses in England and william blake, and docile sheep often scare people with their horns. Lily is blindly intoxicated in love, and no thorns and horns damage her beauty. "Learn to dye the day lily light yellow, and several branches are exposed to the wind. It's hard to feel sorry for the world. I didn't say I planted this flower in front of the court. " Lily is shaped like a day lily, with dew and affection, standing in front of the court, making people look at its holy appearance, and when they think of its name, they can forget all unwanted troubles and trifles. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang CuO wrote "Poems on Lily": "The lotus spring shines, supporting the steep toes of Yangshan Mountain, comparing with pods, attracting wisdom and fragrance. Ren Duan in the Tang Dynasty recorded in Miscellanies of Xiyang: "The lilies of Yuan and Hailing in the later period of Xiahou were born in front of the court, several times larger than the palm of your hand. "Lu You, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, showed endless youthful interest in planting and appreciating lilies in his later years. He wrote a poem about lily: "orchids have moved all over the forest, and there is no room for planting hosta." More begging for two clusters of fragrant lilies, the old man is still childlike. "In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi wrote the poem" Planting Shandan in front of the hall, strewn with agate plates ". Su Zhe wrote a five-character poem in "The Joy of Planting Mountain Dan": "My family is adapted to new growth, and there are several plots in the west. Planting hawthorn in autumn is gratifying when there is rain. Shandan is not a beautiful flower, and the old nursery has a profound meaning. Perennial roots can send the best products when they get the soil. The sun will rise next spring, and the profits will be rotten. " ; " The strength of building a house has been exhausted, and the work of planting flowers is still sparse. A spring rain in Shandan, bright colors moved outside the court. The last product has been counted, and the group is not as good as the group. When Yang Wanli was enjoying the flowers of Shandan, he once recited a seven-character poem: "Spring goes without fragrance, and Shandan leaves the forest at the latest." Flowers are as durable as deer onions and leaves are not as deep as peony. "There are many kinds of lily leaves, and the colors of flowers are all the same. Dew or droop, droop from the wind. Learn to dye the light yellow day lily color, and several branches are fluttering in the wind. It's hard to feel sorry for the world. I didn't say I planted this flower in front of the court. When the lotus spring shines, it holds the steep toes of Yangshan. Compared with the ability of pods, it is self-touching. Shandan is planted in front of the hall, and agate is scattered. Lan Fang moves all over the forest, so there is no room for planting Hosta. More begging for two clusters of fragrant lilies, the old man is still childlike in his seventies. I am a new city in Shandong, and there are several beds in the west. Planting hawthorn in autumn is gratifying when there is rain. Shandan is not a beautiful flower, and the old nursery has a profound meaning. Perennial roots can send the best products when they get the soil. It will rise at the beginning of next spring, and the profit will be rotten. The effort to build a house has been exhausted, and the work of planting flowers is still sparse. A spring rain in Shandan, bright colors moved outside the court. The last product was calculated, and the group was inferior. No incense can be found in spring, and Shandan leaves the forest at the latest. Flowers are as long as deer onions, and leaves are as deep as peony. When spring comes again, the forgotten wild lily will still grow in the same valley under the shadow of fern, and it will still have the fragrance of the past, but no one will remember our joys and sorrows. As time goes by, only a few nameless poems and a faint setting sun will be left, and a fragrant mountain lily will quietly bloom. No one in my heart knows its existence, its whiteness, only my wanderer, on the lonely road, always remember it with a smile. There are many shy roses and thorns, and tame sheep often scare people with their horns; Lily is blindly intoxicated in love, and no thorns and horns damage her beauty.