A poem praising fruit

grape

-Tang

The golden valley is cool, and the green beads are drunk.

If you don't collect beads at night, the moon will become clear.

Fuzao

-Wang Song Anshi

Peach planting is handed down from the past, and jujube planting is what you want. Now it's beautiful fruit, and the materials are good. I'm willing to go into my neighbor's house, but I'm still greedy. Moreover, in autumn, I am eager to get enough. The wind is full of pearls and the sun is wrinkled with rubies. When I enjoy the past, I should record my poems.

White cherry

-Don yeyu (a poem by Wei Zhuang)

Several plants were planted on the steps of the Queen Mother, but there was nothing in the crystal curtain.

Only on the golden plate of Hanwu did dew fall from the mountain.

"The presented cherries were distributed to courtiers (under ambiguous circumstances)."

-Don Hanvo

Britain must not steal out of the Han Palace, but enter the forest in a half-golden cage.

Sugarcane pith is cold from a silver cup, and Zhu Shi mingyu bowl is red.

Everyone has a feud, and so do your tastes.

Berberis in frost should be difficult to get close to, and should be embroidered in the screen window.

cherry

-Song Chenyu Yi

In April, the yellow birds in the south of the Yangtze River are fat and cherries are everywhere.

Although ChiYing is in a special situation, she seems to be playing in a cage.

New cherry and Peggy's scholar

Don Mutu

The new wine smells good, but purple orchids don't go up. Suspected that the dragon's chin was stolen, winning the rooster's crown. In the distance, the fire is faint, and the stars are vivid. A prophet tastes good, but he hates thieves when he is full of money. He endured cooking cheese and never played with a jade plate. If time flies, why do you want Jiuhua Dan?

cherry

-Hu

Pomegranate is still young. I love four or five plants of this mountain flower.

In front of the hospital, a thousand pieces of blue oil leaked red beads.

Cherry in Xie Yang Upper Shu Hui

-Don Lu Yanrang

Full of false red, afraid of shaking, ministers all know to return the cherry.

Rubbing blue still brings fresh leaves, but spilling blood still wears them out.

Ten thousand pearls are lightly broken, and a mass of nectar is soft.

In spring, old diseases are particularly rare, and eating intestines is like fire.

Begging for cherries

-Tang Qiji

I gave this flower poem last year, when I heard that Nanyuan was familiar with it.

Chewing red incense is like changing bones, picking up a residual Dan to burn.

Yingying is drunk when she peeks at her heart, and passers-by are also stupid when they peek at her heart.

It is said that a feast is like a pearl tree, which can climb up and down.

Wuyingtao

-Don Bai Juyi

Han Tao is the best speaker in Wu Dong, with fresh fragrance and strong smell.

Qiaqia looked up with thousands of flowers, and two or three flowers danced on her face.

Birds will catch fire when they fly, and people will break pearls when they struggle.

Unfortunately, the days after the Ming Dynasty should be gone because of the wind and rain.

Give Guan Bai cherry and Wang Wei.

-Tang Cui Xingzong

Looking forward to it, cherry tin in the sky is at this time.

Zhu's Biography of Jiuhuatang is full of flowers and old branches.

Don't take the swallow, Jiangnan orange, Moby Pan's big bone pear.

Shen Nong's materia medica should know when he hears lewdness.

pomegranate

Anonymous Tang

In autumn, cicadas sing, locust leaves are all together, pomegranate is fragrant, and the branches are low. Clouds dyed with purple poppies, yellow wax paper covered with red rhinoceros. Jade carving curling is wet, and the spots seem to make Hunan and Hubei cry. Xiao Niang is a newly married woman, chewing a thousand pounds of water.

pomegranate

-Don Li Shangyin

The willow branches are graceful, the pomegranate film is light and the pomegranate seeds are fresh.

You can envy the peach trees in Yaochi, whose cheeks have been red for a thousand years.

Yan ting fu Yangmei

-Bird Yu

Zhu Yuan on the top of the crane was covered with muscles and millet, and the precious leaves were painted blue for the first time. I kissed him and sent him a cloud cage far away. My pulse is red and my teeth are flowing. My bones are changed into cinnabar, and my smile still smells of Confucianism. Who remembers that I once asked about western music and green Qing Zi? How many times has your family respected you? I picked the stars in the sky and accompanied people to get drunk. I put my hand on the plate and turned over the calendar.

Look at bayberry on the neck.

-Song Luyou

Every household in the mountain is busy with plum blossoms, and the fire shines on the emperor's hometown.

Fine woven cages set each other off, and Hua Qing said litchi baskets.

"It's still a real papaya."

-Song Luyou

The embroidered melons in Xuancheng have a strange smell and are occasionally placed on the pillow.

What is the common use of six roots? I smell my nose instead of my tongue.

"Eat litchi branches at the beginning of April 11th"

-history

Nancun Zhu, Beicun Lu, (also known as Yang Mei, Lv Zhi also. ) White flowers and green leaves do not wither in winter.

In the yellow and purple misty rain, Janet and litchi are pioneers.

Haishan fairy is crimson, and there is white jade skin in the red yarn.

You don't have to wait for the princess to laugh. Your personality is naturally beautiful.

I don't know if it was god's intention, so I sent this stunner to a corner of the sea to live.

Yunshan pine and cypress accompany, frost and snow are trapped.

A cup of osmanthus fragrans, sir. The ice tray recommends this pearl.

It's like smelling the fragrant Yuzhu in the river and washing the puffer fish and boiling it.

To taste, it is said that plum branches are thick and delicious, and the fruit is unparalleled, but the river column and puffer fish are close at hand. )

I was born in the world, taking life as my career and doing light bass for a long time.

What is not a dream? It's good to come to South Wan Li.

Two Poems on Eating Litchi Branches (Co-quoted)

-history

Huizhou Taishou East Hall, the ancestral hall is like Chen Wenhui, and there are plum branches planted by public hands under the hall. People in the county call it the general branch. It's so scary today that we can catch officials and soldiers. If the height is too high, the ape will take it away.

Under the Prime Minister's ancestral temple, next to the general tree.

The clouds are parallel and solid, and the dew is thick.

Purple ripens first, and high red hangs far and wide.

When the bell rang, I also went to see Heilang.

The next four seasons in Luofu Mountain are spring, and oranges and bayberry are new.

300 lychees a day, it is better to be a Lingnan person when you grow up.

Puyang lixiangzi

-Song Luyou

Jiang Yi was busy day and night, and the cloud cage appeared.

Although the planet wrinkled jade is a strange product, it finally remembers the green litchi in Rongzhou.

lychee

-Yin

Every day, the wind blows smoke, and the South Garden cherishes the light of litchi.

The crow pecked through the drops of Joan's gold, and the jewel bypassed the belly of the clam.

Li Jing only smells drunk and thirsty, and Gong Rui only gives gifts to immortals.

Who stabbed the blood of the orangutan and dyed the ribs deeply all over the shell?

lychee

-Yin

Zhu Danxing pills can shine in the sun, and there are small sachets with green Qiongzhi scattered.

The dragon shell bursts with red millet, and the fish eye contains white film pulp.

Plum ripening has passed Nanling rain, and orange acid is waiting for Dongting frost.

The mountain was full of dawn, picked up cigarettes and worshipped a golden plate to the king of Yue.

Memories of litchi

—— Tang Xuetao

It is rumored that the county seat is separated from the south, which is unforgettable.

Near Tsing Yi, there is even Chu water, and plain pulp is like dew.

Litchi poetry

-Five Dynasties Liang Chong

It is difficult to draw a thousand pictures in a red robe.

Beauty is better than the best in the basin, and there is no intention to teach others outside the mountain.

Oranges and pomelos are gradually on the tribute table, and salt and plums should be accompanied by soup.

Jintai, if cultivated, will be the best in the world.