Poems describing chrysanthemums in winter

1, cold chrysanthemum

Song Dynasty: Zheng Sixiao

Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.

You bloom in autumn and never mix with flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished. I would rather die in the branches than in the cold north wind!

2. The scene of winter

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.

Good years must be remembered, it is orange.

Lotus withered, even the lotus leaf holding the rain withered, only the flower branch that defeated chrysanthemum stood proudly in the frost. You must remember the best scenery of the year. The most beautiful scenery is in late autumn and early winter, orange and green.

3. Title Chrysanthemum

Tang Dynasty: Huang Chao

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

The autumn wind blows gently, and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

4. Sauvignon Blanc and Zhong Yishan

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.

5, partridge day, there is a history of Meishan living in the building, rhyme should be impromptu.

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Huang Juke gave birth to Han Xiao. Don't let the glass dry in life In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down.

Live, eat more. Dancing skirts and singing boards are full of joy. Yellow flowers and white hairs are holding hands, and people look at them coldly when they give them.

In the early morning of late autumn, there is a chill in the branches of Huang Ju. Life is too short. You may get drunk today. Playing flute for fun in the oblique wind and drizzle, wearing a hat upside down and picking chrysanthemum hairpin when drunk.

We should take advantage of our good health, strive for more meals and have fun with beautiful women singing and dancing. The yellow flowers on his head set off the white hair, and the proud author will show it to the world in this sparse appearance, so that they can look at it coldly.