2. The grass on the city is not high, and it hates the wind and frost early. A poem by Liu Xu in the Southern Song Dynasty
A clump of grass is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of gossamer will cross the road. Geng Xin's Spring Fu in Northern Dynasties, Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Spring grass is like a green robe, and autumn moon is like a round fan. Farewell to Su Jiude by Liang He Xun in the Southern Dynasties
5. The grass is green in late autumn. Liu Liang Yun's Yi Dao Poems in the Southern Dynasties
6. The grass is delicious and English is rich and colorful. Tao Jin Yuanming Peach Blossom Garden
7. Spring and summer leaves are green and flowers are pale crimson. Tang Liqiao's Xuan
In the rain, the grass is green. Wang Wei's Wangchuan Bie Ye
9. Spring grass does not thank glory, and wood does not complain about autumn. Tang Li Bai's Sunrise and Moonrise
10. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, passed through the night and blew to my still mast. A Night Abroad by Tang Du Fu
1 1. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are singing happily under the leaves. Tang Du Fu's Shu Xiang
12. The grass is far but not near. Yu's article "Meeting with the Ministry of Water in Early Spring"
13. Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei. Traveling south in late spring
14. The grass color invades the official road, and the flowers are out of the garden wall. Tang Zhangji's Luoyang Works
15. Isn't it more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? . Don Zhang Jiuling's Experience
16. The moss on the stage is green, and the grass color enters the curtain. The humble room inscription by Yuxi, Liu Tang
2. What are the ancient poems about Cao Fang? 1, "Cao Fang" Wang Luo (Song Dynasty)
At the meeting, I once recalled the snow in the plum cage, and later I often took the moon to see the sand.
Finally, love is grass, and I hate it all over the world.
2, "Cao Fang" yellow peach (Tang Dynasty)
Zeguo is rich in grass, and spring comes to be old.
We should learn from Qu Ping, but never give it back to others.
3, "Cao Fang" Ye Luo (Tang Dynasty)
The grass smoke is warmer and greener, and the idle door has to be connected for a while.
Keep things simple every year, only spring will be negative.
4, "Cao Fang" Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty)
Who knows who will plant grass? There are several sets of edge steps.
If you have no intention of competing with the times, why rush?
5, "Cao Fang" Su (modern)
Grass is like a dream, peach blossoms are like smoke next month.
Poor Luo took a thin, grateful.
3. Poems related to fragrant grass: Evening Flowers, Baihejiang Entering Beijing, Bofenmen, Love (Wu Wenying)
Liuyihe Bridge. Short-selling strategies frequently provoke spring fragrance. At that time, I stayed overnight and walked into the deep country with tenderness. The rhyme is narrow, the glass is long, and the arrow to cut the wax flower pot is urgent. * * * Chasing friends, Lingbo Cuimo, practicing Eight Horizontal Ponds.
A dream in ten years is bleak, like a swallow in the West Lake, and Wuting is deserted. Back to the feelings, call the wine and silver trader as mentioned above. The stream is rushing, the shore is crazy, and the crows are flying. Old friend upstairs, who should I order? The grass falls in the sun.
Qiao Jinmen (Zhu)
Spring is already halfway through, and this situation is infinite.
Twelve pillars are dry and inclined,
Whatever you're worried about.
It's nice to have a sunny day,
Lost to Yingying Yanyan.
The flower curtain didn't roll all over the yard,
Heartbreak grass is far away.
Mallard (He Zhu)
Yujia, draw a building with beads and tin foil near Tianjin. Thanks to the breeze and the colorful flute, I immediately felt heartbroken. The banquet hall is open, and in the colorful makeup, the piano is tuned and the songs are recognized. Musk wax smoke is thick, Yu Lian leaks short, so don't wait to get drunk when you change clothes. Embroidered screen mask, sleeping beside the pillow, the fragrance gradually changes. Cloister shadow, sparse bell light moon, how many souls are lost?
Cui Chai broke up, silver letterhead sealed tears, and dancing shoes became dust from now on. Ren Lanzhou and Zai will leave their grievances and turn to Nanpu and turn to the west. Remember, after the roses wither next year, the ceremony should not go wrong. Fengcheng is far away, and Chu feels fragrant, so send it in spring first. Outside the Green Gate, I had to lean on the grass to find my husband.
Nineteen Ancient Poems (Anonymous in Han Dynasty)
Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass.
Who is eager to leave? Thinking far away.
Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way.
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
Warrior Lanling (Zhang)
Roll bead foil, the rain is light and cloudy. Liu Qing outside the stem, grass invading the red medicine. The east wind envies flowers and blows off the tender calyx at the top of the tree. Pingshan is submerged, submerged and tired, and the mood of Chinese wine is timid.
Thinking of old Luo Jing, I am young and crazy, and I am fascinated by singing and laughter. The mud and oil walls were brushed away, and Zeng Chidao shared the burden and went to the forest to join hands. The night is too early to make an appointment, and the letter is wandering.
Loneliness, beer and skittles. Very light pink skirt, broken string, Qiongzhi Biyue spring scenery as yesterday. Disappointed to say goodbye to the beautiful watch, the crane. Acacia, in addition to intoxicated, temporarily forget.
Jiang Nanchun (Kou Zhun)
In Liu Yiyi, the waves are hazy, the abandoned grass is in the distance, and apricot flowers are flying in the setting sun. Jiang Nanchun was completely heartbroken, and Pingman Tingzhou people did not return.
Xinghuatian (Jiangkui)
In winter in Wu Bing, the mouth is made. On the second day of the first month, I went to Jinling and looked at Huaichu in the north. The wind was clear and sunny, and the boat was hanging and the waves were allowed.
Qingsi gently brushed the mandarin duck spectrum, thinking of peach leaves, calling it the time to cross. I will stay away from my eyes and spring breeze, and I will stay in orchids less.
On Jinling Road, Yingying is singing and dancing. The tide knows the worst. Man Ting Cao Fang didn't come back. At dusk, where did the ship go?
Yellow Crane Tower (Cui Hao)
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, the twilight was boundless, and the waves of the river were filled with sad mist!
Cui Louyin (Jiang Kui)
In winter, the Anyuan Building in Wuchang was completed, and Liu Chufei's friends fell behind. After ten years in Wuchang, my old friend had a parrot boat. Wen Xiaoji sings this word and asks it, which can tell stories quite well; Returning Wu, for the rest of the words, is happy with the past and hurts the present.
The moon is cold and the sand is long, and the dust is clear and the tiger falls. This year was given by Han Chu. The newly turned Hu Bu Qu, listening to Rong Yuan's songs blowing on the felt curtain. The story is high, the sill is red and the eaves are green. People are beautiful, the powder is fragrant, and the night wind is good.
There should be immortals and Suyun Yellow Crane here to play games with you. Looking at the jade ladder for a long time, the grass grows thousands of miles. And heaven remains our neighbourhood is deeply in love, and the wine is warm and the sorrow is clear, and the full moon is full and heroic. Outside the western hills, there is an autumn curtain.
Magnolia grandiflora (money)
The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the gate smoke is on the shore. When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.
Feelings are getting late, and the mirror is full of surprises. I used to hate Fang Zun, but today I'm afraid of shallowness.
4. Fangcao Poetry Qu Sao: What was Fangcao in the past? Now it's Xiao Ai. Likeng Yunxi Mountain Villa is another year of fragrant grass and ten miles of apricot blossom red. Cui Hao: Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. Wang Luo: Finally, family is a fragrant grass, which hates the world after a long separation. Wang Anshi: Who knows the species of fragrant grass, and the marginal order has become numerous. Sue: Fangcao. Years from spring. In vain: the grass is green, where to think. Tang Morong's "To Ouyang Zhan" said that the clouds outside the island are far away, and the grass is moving at the end of the world. In Su Shi's "butterfly lovers", there are plenty of fish in the sea at last. The first part of Fan Zhongyan's Su Lian covers: blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves. The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside. Yang's Dead Part I: I once saw flowers everywhere in the dance edition. I leaned against the east wind alone and thought about the past. Green hates red and worries about spring. ..
5. Poems related to Cao Fang or Su Shi's recent love affair.
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Qingyang grass Changting road, easy to walk when young; The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and the flower bottom is worried about the March rain.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Another year of grass green, still ten miles of apricot blossom red.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Tang Morong's poem "To Ouyang Zhan" says: "The clouds are far away outside the island, and the grass is moving in the end of the world."
Sean Song Guan Qing's poem "Die Lian Hua" says: "Green resents red and worries about spring. Tianya people are heartbroken. A piece of paper says the fish is far away. "
Tianya Cao Fang is lost. It's spring again. I'm in a hurry. Time is spent on rabbits, and birds are in a mood. At the end of the cloud, the bridge is wild and the spring is full. Persuade wine to the sunset and stay in the flowers.
6. An ancient poem about flowers and plants, Wang Anshi. A few plum blossoms in a corner, hanling alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Bai Juyi, a rambling grass, comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Li Bai went to Lianhua Mountain in the west and watched the stars all the way. Holding a white hibiscus flower in both hands, curled up into a ball. Li Bai I watched from a distance the angels riding colorful clouds to the Jade City in heaven, holding hibiscus water: 1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? 6? 1 ") 2. What are water, mountains and islands? (Cao Cao: Enthusiastic Users | Published on 2013-10-3018: 29.
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Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
2. You can fold flowers straight, and don't wait until there are no flowers.
My road is full of petals-I swept it, not for others, and Pengmen is open for you this time.
4. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When I wake up, I just sit in front of the flowers and come to sleep after drinking.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.
I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.
Horse dust is expensive, but hops are poor.
If wealth is compared to chariots and horses, his wealth is my leisure.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.