1, Tang Du Mu's Wild Rose
The leaves are soft, and the rain is fine and fragrant.
The stone family is still here, leaning against the wind and not collecting the night.
Every wild rose is in full bloom, and every rose leaf is tender. After the rain, the flowers are overflowing, and every time I pass under the flowers, the rich fragrance is intoxicating and dizzy. The wild roses that bloom day and night are like the five-mile brocade barrier laid by A Jin Shi Chong. It is not afraid of wind and rain, picturesque, lively and lovely.
2. Renamed Rose by Pi Rixiu in Tang Dynasty.
As thick as a gorilla's first dye, as light as a swallow's desire to volley.
Poor Celie couldn't beat the sun and turned the deep red into a light red.
Better than scarlet just dyed on plain cloth, lighter than Ling Yan's plan to fly in the air. Poor, delicate and gorgeous, it is difficult to compare with the sun, emitting a deep red like a light red.
3. The high-profile "Summer of Mountain Pavilion" in Tang Dynasty.
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
The trees are lush and dark, the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond. Crystal curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and the whole frame of roses provoked a fragrance in the courtyard.
4. Li Bai's two memories of Dongshan in Tang Dynasty
If you don't stay in Dongshan for a long time, roses will bloom several times. The white clouds are still scattered, and the bright moon is falling.
I haven't been back to Dongshan for a long time I wonder how many times the roses planted by the cave have bloomed? Are the white clouds around Baiyuntang still gathering and dispersing? Whose house does the bright moon fall in front of the bright moon hall?
5. Sunshine by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door and goes against the spring.
Cloisters cover loneliness, parrots welcome red roses.
The sun shines on the screen window, and the spring breeze knocks on the door, rubbing against Shannon in boredom, worrying about the rush of spring. The empty courtyard cloister is four in one, locked in a lonely garden, with only a green parrot facing the blooming red roses.