Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"
The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn. -Jiao Ran is not looking for Lu Hongxian at home.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. -Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemums, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dewdrops"
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. -Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity"
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. -Du Mu's Nine-Day Climbing
Modern poetry daisy, so ordinary.
There is a kind of beauty hidden in the ordinary,
An indescribable beauty!
Let me sometimes envy, sometimes sad!
I am listening to music at the moment!
In my opinion. . I became a wisp of wind.
Fly over the green country road;
Fly over the Chrysanthemum Sea in Huang Cancan;
Fly over the misty rain world with thick ink.
Took away the faint chrysanthemum fragrance!
The wind has stopped, and the flowers in the air are no longer diffuse.
Leave a song that turns grief into sorrow in my ear!
I slowly close my eyes with tears in my eyes!
Sleep quietly with a tired body and a melancholy soul.
I know. ..
The chrysanthemums in my dreams will never wither,
It will always exude a faint fragrance.
2. Poems describing daisies: Queqiaoxian. Qixi Festival
Author: Chun Xue
The balcony is exposed and Yue Hui is shallow.
Daisies help the shadows.
Why is tonight a good time?
Looking back, Guanshan Road is far away.
Good looks can be remembered, but precious books are hard to practice.
How can I leave my sadness?
If you want to use ice wine to drive away lovesickness,
Heartbroken place, Tianya dream is short.
Tite chrysanthemum
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.
Chrysanthemum (chanting chrysanthemum)
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
3. Under the east fence of chrysanthemum picking, under the east fence of chrysanthemum picking, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
-Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst" Wait until the mountain holiday, chrysanthemum time is here again. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old People's Village" went to the newly built chrysanthemum fence, which has not opened in autumn.
-Jiao Ran's "I can't find Lu Hongxian's home" is not partial to chrysanthemums, and this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum" threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears.
-Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Smoke, Tears and Dew" Cong Ju shed tears again, and she was alone in the boat. -Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity, Part I" The west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come.
-Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum" is hard to laugh in the world, and chrysanthemums must be inserted. -Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days" is a modern poem daisy, so ordinary.
There is a kind of beauty hidden in the ordinary, an indescribable beauty! Let me sometimes envy, sometimes sad! I am listening to music at the moment! In my opinion.
I became a wisp of wind. Fly over the green country road; Fly over the Chrysanthemum Sea in Huang Cancan; Fly over the misty rain world with thick ink.
Took away the faint chrysanthemum fragrance! The wind has stopped, and the flowers in the air are no longer diffuse. Leave a song that turns grief into sorrow in my ear! I slowly close my eyes with tears in my eyes! Sleep quietly with a tired body and a melancholy soul.
I know. .. the chrysanthemum in my dream will never wither, and it will always exude a faint fragrance.
4. What are the poems about daisies? 1. Cold chrysanthemum/painted 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.
2. Chrysanthemum morifolium
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
In order to remember the rotten opening of Chang 'an, I moved to the court today.
Red and blue don't laugh at green, and once Longshan was filled with wine.
3. Send white chrysanthemums to Chongyang Banquet
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
A yard full of golden chrysanthemums with a bunch of flowers in the middle, the flowers are so lonely.
Just like today's feast, the old man went to the place where the young man went.
4. the endgame
Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
The dew and frost gradually pour again, and the feast is only after the light snow.
There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches.
It's cold and late in Wan Li.
Autumn wind knows it's time to break up next year.
5. magpie fairy. Qixi Festival
spring snow
The balcony is exposed and Yue Hui is shallow.
Daisies help the shadows.
Why is tonight a good time?
Looking back, Guanshan Road is far away.
Good looks can be remembered, but precious books are hard to practice.
How can I leave my sadness?
If you want to use ice wine to drive away lovesickness,
Heartbroken place, Tianya dream is short.
reference data
Ancient Poetry Network: http://so.gushiwen.org/gushi/juhua.aspx
5. Poetry about daisies can be used in both ancient and modern times.
Daisy, it's so ordinary.
There is a kind of beauty hidden in the ordinary,
An indescribable beauty!
Let me sometimes envy, sometimes sad!
I am listening to music at the moment!
In my opinion. . I became a wisp of wind.
Fly over the green country road;
Fly over the Chrysanthemum Sea in Huang Cancan;
Fly over the misty rain world with thick ink.
Took away the faint chrysanthemum fragrance!
The wind has stopped, and the flowers in the air are no longer diffuse.
Leave a song that turns grief into sorrow in my ear!
I slowly close my eyes with tears in my eyes!
Sleep quietly with a tired body and a melancholy soul.
I know. ..
The chrysanthemums in my dreams will never wither,
It will always exude a faint fragrance. . ..
Foreign poetry
Alfred de musset, Miao Saiju
I love you because you chose not to love;
I love you and I love your conscience;
I know my secret, I know my secret;
If one day, I will be moved,
Never mind, I don't need anything, but A Le is fine.
I feel very satisfied if you like.
I love and say nothing (only see you smiling at each other);
I love, only I can feel it in my heart;
I cherish my secret, and I also cherish my pain;
I swear I loved, without any hope.
But it's not without happiness-
As long as I can see you, I will be satisfied.
6. A beautiful sentence about the little daisy, begging for the daisy [Since ancient times, people have often used the petals of the daisy to indicate love.
Daisy: Variety-Compositae Color-White, Pink, Red Alias-Agastaches Bloom-Spring-Early Summer Origin-Western European Flower Language: Pure Beauty, Innocence, Innocence, Cheerfulness, Peace, Hope, and my favorite-"Love Hidden in My Heart" It's like an innocent and shy girl, although she is here.
When Willegis had a good time with her lover, she was discovered by the god of orchard, and became a daisy when she was chased. Daisy is like an elegant song.
It's like someone singing softly in your ear. "Love you very much.
So I am willing to let you fly to a happy place without holding you back. "Like the flower language of daisy," Love hidden in the bottom of my heart ".
Love in memory is more painful than love in waiting. That's the daisy flower language of painter Huiying.
Love that cannot be told is more passionate than love that can be expressed. That's the daisy flower language of the killer Park Yi.
Love that wakes up too late is more sad than love that will never be seen again. That's the daisy language of Interpol You Zheng.
It is said that daisies with small white petals have three meanings. First, eternal happiness.
Legend has it that Burtess, the demon in the forest, became a daisy. She is a lively and happy child. In Roman mythology, the daisy is the incarnation flower of Burtess, a demon in the forest. The so-called goblins in the forest refer to energetic naughty boys, so the flower language of daisy is-happiness.
People born with this kind of flower blessing can live a bright, innocent and happy life like fairies. ; Second, do you love me or not? So daisies are usually flowers sent by secret admirers; The third is-parting.
Fourth, love hidden in my heart. Similar to the second one.
On the other hand, the flower language of daisy also has a strong meaning. Happiness, happiness, purity, innocence, peace, hope and beauty. Daisies are small and exquisite, eye-catching and have high ornamental value. Italians love the beautiful daisy very much, and think it has the demeanor of a gentleman, so they regard it as the national flower.
Daisy flower language-love daisy, the daisy buried deep in my heart, with white flowers, white petals and yellow stamens. It's called little sunflower, and it smells like talking.
Daisies bloom at the most beautiful moment, strong and beautiful. That kind of love with deep power and desperate explosive force. Pay attention to a person silently, look at that person, even if it is through a flowing street, even if it is in the crowd coming and going, as long as you see him, pay attention to him and don't expect anything in return. It blooms at 4 pm 15 every day, expressing your innermost feelings. Some things are too long. There is no reason to wait, there is no expectation to continue. But sometimes I know it's useless, but I'm stubborn and unwilling to give up. When I was alone at home, it suddenly occurred to me. Then I suddenly found that I couldn't forget it, and nothing could be erased. It takes a lot of determination to pursue a love that does not belong to me. For me, it's like a terrible nightmare. .. but without him, my life is so pale and powerless. The ending came quietly, and every tear of mine was missed. This kind of waiting doomed love from the beginning.
Many things in life are unsolvable. No matter how hard we try to solve some things, we can't find the answer. If possible, I hope I can always keep the right to love him without feeling sorry for anyone. I love him silently, even if there is no return, it doesn't matter. Love in memory is more painful than love in waiting. That face came to my mind, covered with layers. I woke up too late. It's more sad than the love we'll never meet. Love is so close, it is always around us, but we don't realize it. Even the good times we spent together are lost. We came to a steep cliff and couldn't turn back. Love that cannot be said is more passionate than love that can be expressed. In the endless waiting, we have suppressed our hearts for a long time. Love that has not been gained has been lost. I missed it. I always realize it when I lose it. Then, I burst into tears. Until now, I still clearly remember the first sentence at the beginning of the movie Daisy: "When it rains, I always want to find a place to hide from the rain. Because I never like carrying an umbrella, maybe no one will care about me because I am wet alone.
"Look! The pink daisy held her head high, and the petals like bean sprouts were tightly clustered together. From a distance, it looks like a furry ball sitting with a big family to discuss something.
Look there again, clusters of daisies are piled together, listening to teacher Qiu Feng telling them stories! Look at them, one by one, sitting upright with their heads held high and their chests held out. They all want to be praised by Mr Qiu Feng! The beautiful chrysanthemum powder gives off an attractive fragrance, and everyone has to bend down to smell it when they get here, as if they have absorbed enough oxygen. When they stand up, they feel relaxed and refreshed, and they look energetic when they walk. Climb the seed mountain and look down from the height. The chrysanthemums in the garden are as red as fire, as yellow as gold, as white as snow and as pink as chardonnay ... They are even more charming against the green leaves.
Generally speaking, it looks like a printed carpet. I like not only the beauty of daisies, but also the spirit of Ao Shuang.
In autumn, other flowers have withered, but daisies are blooming vigorously, challenging the autumn wind with head held high in the cold and biting autumn wind. Grandpa Chen Yi once wrote a poem praising Qiuju: Qiuju can make Ao Shuang, and the wind and frost are extremely bad.
This property is cold-resistant. What can I do if it is weathered? Indeed, although daisy is not as elegant as peony, as delicate as Chinese rose and as noble and elegant as lily, her Ao Shuang spirit is really lovely.
As human beings, we should be like daisies, not afraid of difficulties, advance despite difficulties and strive to climb the peak of science and culture. Only the small daisies in the countryside are quietly and gratefully blooming and silent. Its withering is not a storm, but it still snuggles quietly and warmly on the receptacle, wasting away little by little.
7. Beautiful sentences describing daisy flowers Daisy is like an elegant song.
It's like someone singing softly in your ear. "Love you very much.
So I am willing to let you fly to a happy place without holding you back. "Like the flower language of daisy," Love hidden in the bottom of my heart ".
Love in memory is more painful than love in waiting. That's the daisy flower language of painter Huiying.
Love that cannot be told is more passionate than love that can be expressed. That's the daisy flower language of the killer Park Yi.
Love that wakes up too late is more sad than love that will never be seen again. That's the daisy language of Interpol You Zheng.
Daisy Flower Language-Love the daisy buried deep in my heart, with white flowers, white petals and yellow stamens. It's called little sunflower, and it smells like talking. Daisies bloom at the most beautiful moment, strong and beautiful. The kind of love that is deeply buried and given the explosive force of despair.