Poetry about blue roses 1. Poetry of Blue Rose
Blue rose
Author: symbol
Send me a precious blue rose,
Commitment to each other,
An elegant expression of the previous marriage,
In the cycle of the world,
How can I have a sincere love?
I looked around and dodged,
But its intoxicating fragrance,
Has infiltrated into my heart;
Send me an elegant blue rose,
With the fate of meeting,
Filar silk affection and your hazy beautiful image,
The intersection of hearts,
Let us have endless romantic feelings,
I was so excited that I couldn't help thinking,
Lament this warm feeling,
How can I wait a thousand years?
Let me hold this precious blue rose in my arms,
Because I believe,
This is not a passing thing in my life,
I will moisten its petals with my emotions,
Let it bloom brilliantly against the breath of spring;
I will imprint its beauty in my heart,
Let it never dry up in the long river of time.
2. Poetry of Blue Rose
"Blue Rose" Author: Symbol sent me a precious blue rose, with a commitment to stay together, elegantly expressing the marriage in previous lives. How can we have a sincere love in the reincarnation of the world? I looked around and hurried away, but its intoxicating fragrance had penetrated into my heart; Send me an elegant blue rose, with the fate of meeting, with the slightest affection and your hazy image, as well as the intersection of hearts, so that we have endless romantic feelings. I am so excited that I can imagine how this warm feeling made me wait for a thousand years.
Let me hold this precious blue rose in my arms, because I believe that it is not a passer-by in my life, and I will moisten its petals with my emotions and let it bloom brilliantly in the breath of spring; I will seal its beauty in my heart and let it never dry up in the long river of time.
3. Poems about roses
Original publisher: Wu
Li Jianxun, an ancient poem describing roses, walked down the stairs in Gaoxian on the day of Spring Ci, and the fine grass in spring did not embroider shoes. Fold a rose and send it to Feng Chai with your hairpin. The lyrics of Wen's dance music Qu Zhe's Lyrics are: the willows are green and the roses are red. Embroidered shirts are made of gold and flowers are made of jade. Su Yu is fragrant and moist, and spring water is black. At the beginning of the painting building, the dream was broken and the sun was sunny. Fang Shuchun looks at the rose tree, and the Song family is in the west. The door is deep and dark, and the wall is flying. The shadow of the peach is shallow, and the path of the fragrant plum is oblique. Beautiful makeup, sad sunset, runny nose to the window screen. The rose in Miracle is like a rose, and its flowers are blooming outside. The incense is high and the moss is red. Go and see the idle people, and the butterfly will come in in the sunshine. Put the peony for a few days, and the sales will rest until the dust settles. Xu Ning title Kaiyuan Temple Peony This flower is difficult to grow in the south. I am ashamed that monks are idle and intend to plant it. The pity of Haiyan is frequently aroused, and the wasp is wandering unconsciously. It is futile to be jealous of a peony, but you are ashamed to kill a rose. There are only a few red calyx bracts, and the incense is only for others. Snuff, Xu Yin, burned silver with wax, but won the planting. Nine flowers spit roses in red. Alone with the cold light of winter night, it doesn't open near the warm place of spring breeze. It's hard to see just because it can bring happiness, so don't pick it for fear of turning to ashes. It is often wrong to be greedy and bring heat, in order to report moths. The rose moved by Wu Zhu, inspector of Xu Yin local chronicles, was moved by Fang Fei from Yuewangtai, which is the favorite combination of roses. Beauty is better than painting. Whoever is famous will be given a rose. The magnificent scenery of spring was blown away by the wind, and the sunshine of Qiong Yao dyed the sky red. Inviting guests early is to repay Zhu Yi, and don't let the hair fall on her face. Zhang Mi, Paeonia lactiflora, clear powder, complain about spring, and butterfly-winged bees must love dust. Idle on the evening breeze makes you feel melancholy, and wait for a day to study late. Don't regard Ficus pumila as green, so that we can be close neighbors with roses. If you break up, you have to worry about killing the people who left you. Two confidants in "Spring Disables in Jijijiang Temple": Who sent the West to Yue Yun, and why did he go home freely? Ficus pumila in the ravine should be covered with snow, and the roses in the four rivers should bloom in spring. I didn't have a bachelor's degree when I was young, but in my later years.
4. Ancient poems about roses
Li jianxun
Chunci
Gao Xian came down from the hall.
Cao Xia Chunsha has no embroidered shoes.
Fold a rose,
With your hairpin, you can send it to Feng Chai.
Wen tingjun
dance music
Qu zhe's ci
The willows on the bridge are green and the roses are red.
Embroidered shirts are made of gold and flowers are made of jade.
Su Yu is fragrant and moist, and spring water is black.
At the beginning of the painting building, the dream was broken and the sun was sunny.
Li Shuqing
Fang Shu
Look at the rose tree in spring, and the Song family is in the west.
The door is deep and dark, and the wall is flying.
Beautiful makeup, sad sunset, runny nose to the window screen.
The shadow of the peach is shallow, and the path of the fragrant plum is oblique.
Miracle
rose
It is like a rose, full of flowers and thorns.
The incense is high and the moss is red.
Go and see the idle people, and the butterfly will come in in the sunshine.
Put the peony for a few days, and the sales will rest until the dust settles.
Xu Ning
Topic kaiyuan temple peony
This kind of flower is difficult to grow in the south, but I am ashamed that monks planted it in their leisure time.
The pity of Haiyan is frequently aroused, and the wasp is wandering unconsciously.
It is futile to be jealous of a peony, but you are ashamed to kill a rose.
There are only a few red calyx bracts, and the incense is only for others.
Xu Yin
snuff
Wax burning silver is better than planting, and nine flowers spit roses.
Alone with the cold light of winter night, it doesn't open near the warm place of spring breeze.
It's hard to see just because it can bring happiness, so don't pick it for fear of turning to ashes.
It is often wrong to be greedy and bring heat, in order to report moths.
5. Poems about roses
Tang Tang Yan Qian Ross
Musk deer is burning and shark yarn is green.
The palace makeup is near dawn, and the brocade section is easterly.
In the weak spring smoke, in the gloomy yellow rain.
I don't know what it means. It's as red as two.
Tang Xu's direct patrol lawsuit was transferred to Rose.
Wheat straw moves from one station to another, and roses are the best.
Jia Yan's compassion is better than painting. Whoever gives Jia Ming is a rose.
Spring has become a splendid place, and the sky has dyed the sunshine of Qiong Yao red.
Inviting guests early is to repay Zhu Yi, and don't let the hair fall on her face.
Tang Lulun and Li Sheren Kunji presented roses to Xu Langzhong together.
Butterflies are scattered, and warblers enter the sunset.
Rain hits brocade, and the wind and night drama burn incense.
This is a beautiful day, this is the glory of loneliness.
Song yang wan Li hong rose
Unrelated roses have the same name, and they are not spies with rose spectrum.
Leaves and branches are green, and one flower and two colors are light red and deep red.
Romantic love has its own rouge plaid, and rain and dew have no personal advantages.
If there is no national fragrance, you can't accept it The poet smokes in the water.
Dong Qing Yuan Kai's Conghua Ode to Roses
Jade people cherish the lingering spring, and the flowers gradually wither.
The sound of selling flowers reached the dresser, and at the opening of the flower basket, it was bright purple.
Ten thousand flowers, a stick of incense, and dewdrops.
Zhao Qing Huai Yu Huan Xi sha rose
Jade is skin, musk is fetus,
Wandering around a few times,
The whole city near Huangmei is raining.
The erotic clay figurine is still dripping with dew,
Sweet as wine, don't leave your cup,
Beautiful people laugh and put clouds on their temples.
Contemporary wuzhuxi rose
The east wind sent Yan into the pavilion, and the cage smoke was barbed.
Don't blame Yuezhi for being so proud. She doesn't like butterflies in her heart.
Jin Xuelian saw roses for the first time in Pizhou, Yu Meiren.
The village wasteland is secluded and there are no flowers to sell. I don't believe that spring is still here.
Clearly red, thin, fat and green, leaving people with several times obscene thorns and clothes.
The golden hairpin is wrapped with silver thread and written on the temples of spring people.
Now in the wine glass, there is a strong fragrance that says that my daughter is red.
Wu Yifeng Tasha Hang Rose
Swallow shadows gather in clouds, and the butterflies are drunk. Take advantage of the dew marks and pick them lightly.
Good flowers are sold all over the country regardless of the head of the tree.
Carelessly inserted the hairpin bundle, stupidly filled the sideburns, and the purple Luo capsule also faded.
Carefully rubbing the sugar-coated flowers, the taste of Jiangnan is still regrettable.
Zhou Yufeng chanted Yinchuan Flower Rose.
The same new makeup has a different feeling, and the recommended name is biased.
It is an ancient city, and you are covered in rouge, occupying the spring.
Wang bingjun rose
Early summer is warm, beautiful and fragrant, and her manners are lighter than Haitang.
Different from other flowers, there are hidden needles at the bottom of branches and leaves.
Hu Yingguang rose
Affectionate, but seemingly heartless, I will not let my loved ones be loved.
It is not that this peanut is arrogant and afraid of those who pick flowers lightly.
Zhang Wenpei Ross
One layer is shallow and the other is deep, and clusters of spring are full.
Monsters are full of thorns, and there are primitive flower pickers in the world.
Gaokaiyong rose
You send it to the roadside in the wilderness, regardless of the beauty of the country.
If it is not the greed of the world, how can you love thorns?
6. Poems and idioms about roses
Poetry:
Joe doesn't fight for spring, European shadows are like the wind, and the wind and rain send spring snow to meet, several degrees of cold and heat, several degrees of infatuation, and sometimes bitter and cold.
If she just turns her head and smiles, there will be hundreds of spells, and the whole Puwei City will be more affectionate and smile to see the victory or defeat. The years are like dreams, the roses are sonorous, and the rainbow will be seen after the storm.
Tang-Xu Yin-Si Zhi Inspector Wu Qiansheng.
Wheatgrass moved from Yuewangtai, and likes to grow roses together.
Beauty is better than painting. Whoever is famous will be given a rose.
The magnificent scenery of spring was blown away by the wind, and the sunshine of Qiong Yao dyed the sky red.
Inviting guests early is to repay Zhu Yi, and don't let the hair fall on her face.
Roses are fragrant, but lofty sentiments remain unchanged. I have a Qian Qian knot in my heart, and I hope future generations will come.
Li and Scheeren sang "Rose Map" for Assistant Minister Xu.
Fairy officials are purple and fragrant, and strange flowers are used to play.
Save the stars, draw green stalks, and shine red in your eyes.
Dark envy turns over medicine, and it smells sweet in the distance.
Bees are easy to wander around, which hinders the title of Thorn Birds.
Dew wet coagulation powder, the wind blows away the core yellow.
When the pearls and trees are closed, the brocade screen is destroyed.
It is better to look at bamboo than to stay here, and it is better to love Tang than to think of others.
Like an apple chanting, Philip Burkart is full of Xiaoxiang.
Idiom:
Loud roses
Be arrogant and charming.
Beautiful flowers or women.
outshine others
7. Poems praising roses
1. Fang Fei moved from Yuewangtai, which is the most like a rose.
Beauty is better than painting. Whoever is famous will be given a rose.
The magnificent scenery of spring was blown away by the wind, and the sunshine of Qiong Yao dyed the sky red.
Inviting guests early is to repay Zhu Yi, and don't let the hair fall on her face.
2.
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I don't know Ljungberg. When the red devil winds up, the world is hard to bully. Beauty rushes out of loneliness and blows away dust. Passion blooms, stretching my pride and looking up at laurel trees. Since then, another rose has opened in my heart.
3.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, European shadows are like the wind, and the wind and rain send spring snow to meet, several degrees of cold and heat, several degrees of infatuation, and sometimes bitter and cold.
4.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred kinds of spells, and the whole city Puwei had more feelings? Laugh at the ending, and the years are like dreams. Rose sonorous, see the rainbow after the storm.
5.
Roses are fragrant, but lofty sentiments remain unchanged. I have a Qian Qian knot in my heart, and I hope future generations will come.
6.
Cold ling is alone, ice beauty in adversity, brilliantly unbeaten. Today is a shame, vowed to snow, forget your dreams and make good arrangements. It's not too late to rest on its laurels, and then laugh when you are invincible. Don't forget the heroic spirit of that year, and the hurricane came back. Wanzhong Guanshan was heroic from the beginning.