Poems about praising plants 1. Ancient poems describing plants (whole poems)
Four poems about living in the mountains are one thing.
Tang and Five Dynasties? Wu Rong
The osmanthus trees in Qiu Lai are full of branches, and the green rocks return to Japan to avoid the good period.
An old friend gave them a discount, but I was the only one who wanted to give it.
Mo Ao collects firewood from the south window and dries up every wet cloud to burn.
But the kitchen tastes good, with three branches and five seedlings.
Everything is just a chess game. Xiao Xuan is tall and clean.
Half drunk and slightly drunk, flowers fall into the atrium and trees move.
There is no village and no neighbors, and the water clouds cover the stone gates.
Why avoid Qin Ke? My home is in Wulingyuan.
cold night
Du Lei
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine.
Bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
As usual, there is a moon outside the window.
Plum blossoms are different.
2. Poems praising plants
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Tang Meihua (Wang Anshi)
Count the plums in the corner. Ling cold drives alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Koike Song (Yang Wanli)
Water flows out from the source, thin and quiet.
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Slender lotus leaves, not yet unfolded, hardly appear.
When a dragonfly landed on its tip.
Caotang (Bai Juyi)
Leave the garden to eat grass.
It withers and grows once a year.
Wildfire can't put it out.
Spring breeze brings it back to life.
Weeds are overgrown in the distance, and the ancient road spreads out.
Sunny green connects the dry towns.
Farewell to our son who is a wanderer again.
Sad, sad parting exuberant
Yang Liuzhi Ci Tang (Bai Juyi)
A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as soft as gold and as soft as silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Song Zhimeng (Li Qingzhao)
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Huanxisha Poge (Li Qingzhao)
Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. (writing osmanthus)
Partridge in Song Dynasty (Li Qingzhao)
Plain, light, soft, fragrant only when it is far away. Why light blue and deep red? This is a first-rate flower.
Plums will be jealous, chrysanthemums will be ashamed, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be crowned in the painting column. The poet can think mercilessly, why didn't he receive it in those days? (Osmanthus fragrans)
Xijiang Yuemei Song (Su Shi)
Jade bone's melancholy fog has its own fairy wind. The sea fairy hangs her green hair upside down when she sends out a fragrant cluster.
Plain face turns pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high sentiment has vanished, and I don't dream with Lihua.
Singing Orange Songs in Huanxisha (Su Shi)
Chrysanthemum withered all night because of frost, and new shoots and green leaves shone on the forest.
The thatched cottage on the bamboo fence is green and yellow. The fragrant mist is shocking and half broken.
The spring is full of teeth. Wu Ji's hand is still fragrant after three days.
Shan Yuan Xiao Song Mei (Linbu)
All fragrant people shake off their brilliance and occupy all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
I need more than five ancient poems praising plants.
Mei: Plum Blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner and opened them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Lin Hejing, Xiaomei, a mountain city garden, is full of amorous feelings.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for golden plum bottles on sandalwood. There are some plums in the corner of Wang Anshi's house, and hanling blooms alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely. Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost.
Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken. Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days.
Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
The plum blossom quatrains (below) swim in the valley, comparable to the northern branch, and spend late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
The plum blossom quatrains (the third one) are more and more respectful of the abuse of Lu Youxue, and the integrity of flowers is the strongest. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.
Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school.
I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely.
Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy.
If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai. Don, a poem from his hometown, tell me what happened there! .
Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps.
Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
On the river, Mei Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree and the blooming flowers beside the Han River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.
Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable. What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad.
It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it.
The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list.
Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know.
Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing.
Plum Blossom Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang has a plum tree, and now it has several flowers. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color.
When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial.
In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated. In winter, Zhang Lei wanted to be old, but he came when he was old.
I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables are short and red wax flowers.
How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night.
Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Give plum blossoms to Sushi Ridge in Song Mei, and the flowers will be white and pedestrians will not come.
Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost.
Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is often vivid with pen and ink, and Song's understanding of Mei Hua is more real.
Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum.
Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow.
I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading.
Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea.
Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease.
No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.
Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight.
We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. Bai Meiyuan wore this dress in the snow forest in Wang Mian, which is different from that of peaches and plums.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away.
A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.
Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year.
There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen of West Lake Meiyuan is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and the romantic month of Liuqiao is a bosom friend.
Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond.
I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most. Inscription: Mo Meiyuan, Tao, Chu Shi's home is in Mingyue Mountain, where the lake is cold and soaked in jade.
It seems that the vertical and horizontal pens and iron rings of the seal have become flowers. On Yangshan Road, the Central Plains is good for rain.
4. Poems and ancient poems describing plants
1, there are no catkins. Because of the wind, only sunflowers are inclined to the sun. -Sima Guang's "Early Summer in the Guest"
There is also a letter from Jiangnan in Tianya, and plum blossom is near spring. -Huang Tingjian's Young Beauty
3. The scenery is already in the backyard before you know it. -Shi Qing "Should be assigned to the night"
4, the next day, don't learn lotus leaves, lotus red is different. -Yang Wanli's "Going out of Jingzi Temple to Send Lin Zifang"
5, the grass pavilion on the sand is new and dark, and the wild pool on the edge of the city is red. -Du Fu's Late Spring
In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow wheat field, and the jujube flowers did not fall, and the tung shade was long. -Xin Li "A Farewell to My Friend Chen"
7, a tree Bai Mei white jade, Lincun Road, Xixi Bridge. -Zhang Wei called "early plum"
8, the rain is deep in the courtyard chrysanthemum, and the frost falls on the pond lotus. -Du Fu's Su Zan Public House
9. Hibiscus blooms when the porch is dedicated to wine. -Wang Wei's Hu Linting
5. What are the poems about "praising plants"?
1. Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down. -He is Zhang Zhi.
2. The West Gate is still bleak in March, even if there are willows, it won't feel spring. —— Wen Tingjun
3. Cold autumn water, residual red and half broken lotus. -Bai Juyi
4. The new skin is smooth and full of skin, and the round lotus shadow is irregular. The wind is fragrant and far away, and the sunset is shaded. Fish play with leaves, turtles float to see the green pool. It is difficult for Wei to accept mining, but Chu takes mining. -Li Qiao
5. They are colorless and compatible, but they are not fragrant. Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late. -Li Shangyin
6. It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen
7. There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone-Wang Anshi.
8. I heard plum blossoms and breezes, and snow drifts spread all over four mountains. -Lu you
9. Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi. At night, the north wind blows and smells fragrant, adding a touch of white to the thick frost in the morning. -Liu Zongyuan
10. The valley is farther north, and flowers bloom late every year. -Lu you
Original and translation of the first sentence:
willow
Author He, Tang Dynasty
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.
Appreciation: This is an object-chanting poem about willow trees in early spring and February. Where should I start writing willow? There is no doubt that the beauty of its image lies in Naman's long branches. Once a year, it grows new green leaves and hangs down, which has a charming posture in the spring breeze. This is something that everyone can appreciate. In classical poetry, we often see this kind of image beauty to describe and compare a beautiful woman's slim figure and graceful waist branches. This poem is original. Turn it over.
6. Poems praising plants
There are several plum blossoms in the corner of the plum blossom planting Tang (Wang Anshi).
Ling cold drives alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Koike Song (Yang Wanli) is speechless in spring, and cherishes the tree. The water glows in the shade of the tree, loving the lotus flowers with soft sunshine, and the sharp corners are exposed. Dragonflies have already stood on the grass. When Tang (Bai Juyi) left the garden, the grass withered at the age of one. Wildfire never completely devoured them. They stood up again in the spring breeze. They pressed sweetly on the ancient highway and reached the crumbling gate. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again. I heard them sigh after you and Yang Liuzhi that there were thousands of branches of the spring breeze, which were as gentle as gold and as soft as silk. Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this? Like a dream, Song (Li Qingzhao) had a sudden storm last night, so he didn't need residual wine to sleep soundly.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Pass the Huanxi sand song (Li Qingzhao), cut the gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
(Writing osmanthus) Song (Li Qingzhao) The partridge is dim and light, the pipa is soft, and the sentiment is only fragrant. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Ding Mei is jealous, chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it that year? (Osmanthus fragrans) Xijiangyue Song Mei (Su Shi) jade bone is so sad that when the sea fairy sends out fragrant clusters, she hangs her green hair upside down.
Plain face turns pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high sentiment has vanished, and I don't dream with Lihua.
Huanxisha chanted the orange song (Su Shi), the chrysanthemums were black and withered all night, the new shoots and green leaves shone in the forest, and the bamboo fence thatched cottage was green and yellow. The fragrant fog is half broken, and the clear spring dare not taste it for the first time.
Wu Ji's hand is still fragrant after three days. Xiao Meisong (Lin Bu) In the mountain garden, all fragrant people shake off their unique brilliance and occupy all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.