1. Poems about red chrysanthemums
Poems about red chrysanthemums 1. What are the poems about red chrysanthemums and their names?
Chen Yi's "Autumn Chrysanthemums" Qiu Ju Being able to be proud of the frost, the wind and frost are full of evil.
It is inherently cold-resistant, but what can you do about wind and frost! "Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty is dark and light purple, melting and yellow. Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
It is really timid to show off again when the sun is setting. May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall.
Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Zhao Chang Han Ju" has light muscles and weak bones, scattered and quiet flowers, and the golden core is full of flowing clouds. If you want to know, the old trillium medicine will bloom when all the herbs are destroyed.
"Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden house in front shines on the sand. There are few girls in the world who have no charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Song Dynasty Lu You's "Folding Chrysanthemums on September 12th" The yellow flowers are fragrant and unique, but the technique of pairing the chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival is wrong. After a late start, I saw Ling Shuangcao more and more, making it laughable for children to say that it was out of date.
Chrysanthemum Rhyme]--Li Shiguang--Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, which are endlessly romantic and write sunset glow; random sentences can be picked up at random, and the innate charm has entered thousands of homes. [Autumn Sound] - Fengzi - There is a piece of gold in front of the steps under the corridor, and the sound of incense waves waves of tourists.
Only because of the heavy frost can he become a hero, and the east fence of Liangyuan is full of ancient and modern. [Chrysanthemum of Jucheng]--Wang Ruting--The image of lions and dragons flies into the sky, once again glorious and powerful! The alleys and streets are full of fragrance, and the chrysanthemums on the desks are blooming in September.
Jin Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu": Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang.
Taizong of the Tang Dynasty's "Fu De Canju": The orchids on the steps condense in the summer frost, and the chrysanthemums on the banks shine in the morning light. The dew is thick and the smile is bright, the wind is light and the fragrance is lingering.
The thin leaves are light green, and the round flower clusters are bright yellow. Still as beautiful as she is today, she will be beautiful again after remarrying.
"Nine Days in Yun'an" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: All the cold flowers have bloomed, and the chrysanthemums are only full of branches. The number of people who pick the old wines changes frequently, and the light-flavored wine temporarily follows.
"Ying Chrysanthemum" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: One night of new frost touches the tiles, and the plantains are newly broken and the lotus is tilted. Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is more clear at dawn.
"Chrysanthemums" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn bushes around the house look like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
"Chrysanthemum" by Wu Lulei of the Tang Dynasty. Charming golden skirt, slim white jade skin. I know that the time is very different, and it seems to be the same as the cold season.
I can’t bear to fall to the ground, but I would rather die if I hold on to my skills. Song Dynasty Mei Yaochen's "Remnant Chrysanthemum" has scattered golden stamens, although they wither, they do not change their fragrance.
The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, but it is still possible to clear the glass from a car. "Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty. The native flowers can be white or red, and they can still love this work in the evening.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind. Jin·Yuan Haowen's "Ode to October Chrysanthemum" The fragrance of autumn was used in poets' poems in the past, but now it is passed down to busy people in the late festival.
If the west wind keeps a guest, the plum blossoms will fade away after a long time. "Chrysanthemum" by Shen Zhou of the Ming Dynasty. In autumn, flowers begin to appear at the roots of the hedgerows, but they encounter prosperity from indifference.
The west wind gate is full of fragrance, except for the Tao family to my home. "Yong Chrysanthemum" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. The nature of things has always come from different families. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and age? Chrysanthemums bloom in a land of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums blooming in spring.
"Chrysanthemums" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty. There are three paths in the hometown of secluded bushes, and frost falls in the blue sky one night. Visitors who have not returned from the end of the world have used the fence to watch the autumn breeze.
Dong Biwu's "Appreciating Chrysanthemums" famously planted more than a hundred chrysanthemums, and the flowers bloomed beautifully. The outside of the garden is pale in autumn, but the mood of spring is swirling before my eyes.
Who is responsible for creation? Hard-working and intelligent. Enjoy your heart and invite guests to enjoy your life; sing and enjoy it to prolong your life.
The chrysanthemum poem in "Dream of Red Mansions" is one of the best. Please enjoy the chrysanthemum poem in the Red Mansion Art Garden. "Recalling the chrysanthemum, looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the polygonum red reed is white and the heart is broken." There is no trace of the empty fence in the old garden in autumn. The thin moon and the clear frost make the dream clear.
My mind goes back to the wild goose, and I sit alone and listen to the evening anvil. Whoever takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease can express my condolences that I will meet again on the Double Ninth Festival.
---- Mr. Hengwu visited Juxian and took advantage of the frost and clear weather to try it out. Do not leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded. Who grows it under the moon before the frost? Where is the autumn outside the fence? The wax clogs come from far away and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough.
If Huang Hua takes pity on the poet, he will not bear the burden of leaning on the head of his staff today. ----Master Yihong planted chrysanthemums and moved them to the autumn garden with his hoe. He planted them beside the fence and in front of the courtyard.
It rained unexpectedly last night, but today I am happy to have frost. Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold wine.
The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently, so that I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust. ----Master Yihong moved to the chrysanthemum garden, which is more precious than gold. One trace is light and the other is deep.
Ketou sat by the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance. There is no king in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows everything! Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but cherish every inch of sunshine.
----An old friend of Zhenxia offers chrysanthemums, plays the harp and drinks wine, and is a happy couple. Several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet space. Separately, the incense is spread out in three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels. The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums.
----Old friend Zhenxia, ??chanting chrysanthemums, scoundrel poems, the devil invades at dusk, walking around the fence, licking the rocks, and silencing the sound. The luck of the millimeter is written in the frost, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth is chanting to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment. Who can explain the autumn heart in a few words? Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day. ----Concubine Xiaoxiang paints chrysanthemums and poems, and her play style is ignorant of madness. Is this a contest of painting and drawing? The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn. Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, or chatting on the screen to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
---- Mr. Heng Wu asked Ju about the autumn mood, but no one knew it. He murmured with his hands behind his back and knocked on the east fence: Who can we hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late to bloom? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? Can Honggui's cricket disease cause lovesickness? If you don't want to talk about anything in the world, why not explain it for a while. ----Concubine Xiaoxiang is busy every day with hairpins and chrysanthemum vases for fence planting. She never recognizes the makeup in the mirror.
Mr. Chang'an is obsessed with flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard. The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost.
The high sentiments are not in the eye of the times, and you can clap your hands and laugh at the roadside. - ---The shadows of the chrysanthemums under the banana trees are layered upon layers of autumn light, sneaking into the three paths.
The sparse windows and lamps depict the distance and the near, and the sieves of the fence are broken and the moon locks are exquisite. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty.
Don’t let the hidden fragrance fall to pieces if you treasure it. Who can recognize the hazy eyes when you are drunk? ----Old friend Zhenxia, ??chrysanthemum dreaming beside the fence, I have a clear sleep in autumn, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang and produce butterflies. To recall the past is to look for Tao Lingmeng.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose, and when I wake up, I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who can I complain to when I wake up: The decaying grass and cold smoke have endless love! ---Concubine Xiaoxiang's concubine's lingering chrysanthemum dew is gradually heavy with frost, and the feast has just passed when it snows.
The pedicle has a lingering fragrance and is golden, but the branches are not full and the leaves are green and draped. Half of the bed is filled with the sound of cicadas under the moonlight, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away.
We will meet again next year in autumn, so don’t miss us if we break up for the time being! ----Putting off passengers.
2. Poems about chrysanthemums
Related poems Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu": Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks.
With this chaste and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under the frost. Tang Dynasty Huang Chao's "Bu Di Hou Fu Chrysanthemum" When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. "Fu De Can Chrysanthemum" by Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty The orchid on the steps condenses with summer frost, and the chrysanthemum on the bank shines in the morning light.
The dew is thick and the smile is bright, the wind is strong and the fragrance is light. The thin leaves are light green, and the round flower clusters are bright yellow.
Still as beautiful as this year, we will be beautiful again after we get married. "Nine Days in Yun'an" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: All the cold flowers have bloomed, and only the chrysanthemums are full of branches.
The old picking people change frequently, and the light-flavored wine temporarily follows. "Ying Chrysanthemum" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: A night of new frost covered the tiles, and the newly broken plantains fell over the lotus.
Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is more clear at dawn. "Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty (see entry for details: Chrysanthemum Yuan Zhen) The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence around it becomes increasingly sloping.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. "Chrysanthemums" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. The chrysanthemums in every house are all yellow, and the Liang Garden is as lonely as frost.
The quiet and beautiful tree is clearly opposite to the Yutang. Immortals wear snow cloaks, while plain girls don’t wear red clothes.
White butterflies are hard to see when they come, but linen clothes are more fragrant when brushed. The feather fan shakes towards the wind, and the dew drops drop from the nectar.
The beauty covers the silver well, and the branches cover the elephant bed. Guicong is ashamed, and Mei Rui is jealous of Xianfang.
One person chants Yaohua, and the music will be played from now on. "Chrysanthemum" by Wu Lülei of the Tang Dynasty: Charming golden skirt, fair skin.
I know that the time is very different, and it seems to be the same as the cold season. I can't bear to fall to the ground, but I would rather wither myself if I hold on to my skills.
"Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty is dark and light purple, melting and yellowing. Tao Ling's fence is colorful, Luo Han's house is fragrant.
Whenever it is forbidden to show again, it is really timid of the setting sun. May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall.
"Inscription on Chrysanthemums" by Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and it is difficult for butterflies to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
"Zhao Changhan Ju" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty has light muscles and weak bones, scattered and quiet flowers, and the golden core is full of flowing clouds. If you want to know but the old medicine is old, the flowers will bloom when the grass is destroyed.
"Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden house in front shines on the sand. There are few women in the world who have no charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Song Dynasty Lu You's "Breaking Chrysanthemums on September 12th" The fragrant yellow flowers are unique and extraordinary, and the technique of pairing the chrysanthemums wrongly during the Double Ninth Festival. It's too late to see Ling Shuangcao, and it's funny for children to say it's outdated.
Song Dynasty Mei Yaochen's "Remnant Chrysanthemum" The scattered golden stamens, although withered, do not change their fragrance. The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, but it is still possible to clear the glass from the car.
"Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty. The native flower can be white or red, and you can still love this work in the late festival. I would rather embrace the fragrant branches and grow old than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind.
"Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty Chrysanthemums are like lofty ideals, with lingering fragrance after passing by. Charming and nourishing the sunset, Yingying is proud of the morning frost.
3. Sentences praising red chrysanthemums
The colorful chrysanthemums are in bloom, red like fire, yellow like gold, green like emerald, white like snowflakes, pink The ones are like colorful clouds and the deep red ones are like silk.
Look, the chrysanthemums are red like fire, white like snow, and pink like clouds. The big ones are like colorful balls, and the small ones are like exquisite lanterns.
Chrysanthemums are either deep red or golden. The petals surround the pink and yellow stamens, which are very charming. The red chrysanthemums in the middle are crowded together, unique in shape, and they are clustered around each other, as if they are whispering together! The surrounding yellow chrysanthemums seemed to put on a yellow skirt for the whole altar of chrysanthemums.
Looking from a distance, it looks like stars over the moon, like a peacock spreading its tail, like red agate sprinkled in a jasper plate, and like a big red disk with a beautiful golden lace on the edge. It's so beautiful. .