There is no sound in spring, and the shade of trees shines on the water. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. (Wang Changling's Song of Picking Lotus) A poem praising plum blossoms: Xiaomei in a garden in the mountains.
Tang Dynasty
All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn.
Chinese plum
Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Wang Anshi
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Poems on bamboo: My friend Liang Tiejun, a chivalrous man who paints bamboo.
(Qing) Kang Youwei
Life is quite spiritual, and you are hesitant.
The north wind is often cold, and the autumn wind is inseparable.
The leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown.
I am only bored with literature and can, and my portrayal is particularly dripping.
Preface to bamboo poetry
Zhou Fangchun 199 1 New Year's Day
Settle down for three and a half years, sit still and read poetry.
Huaxia bamboo culture has a long history of thousands of years.
Poetry is like a flood, so you can't read it carefully.
Browse more than ten thousand volumes and compile more than ten thousand words.
Ancient and modern bamboo poets often learn bamboo style.
Modesty is nature, nobility is life.
If the mast is not bent, the skin of the storm will be cleaner.
Cool is clear yin, while cold is emerald.
Bamboo remains in history, and bamboo arrows shoot bears.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation all work for this gentleman.
The more outstanding the contribution, the stronger the feeling.
If this wind continues, bamboo forests will be destroyed.
I sorted out bamboo poems and dedicated them to readers.
Advise you to cherish bamboo and develop its style.
Poems on Orchids: On Painting Irrigation Painting Song Fu by Gao.
The painting is scattered, and the Banqiao painting is blue.
Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind.
Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.
Ren Huang painted orchids (three poems)
No room is fragrant and the walls are empty.
One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.
I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad.
The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.
Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant.
You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.
Wang Lan
Orchids grow in valleys and flowers bloom in Qiu Lai.
* * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.
Li Yi's Ink and Wash Whelan
Shallow summer and late spring are flowers, and several stems are slanting.
Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.
Bao's blue words
The traveler doesn't know spring, and spring goes to peach blossoms and flowing water.
The echo recalls the old rain, in the fog.
Children in the past long for it, and it seems to be a gentle and elegant joke.
Shan Zhinan, Qing Chuan Road.
Autumn rain is evil, flowers are pregnant with eaves.
Cool wax makes it extremely cold, but dry soil can't nourish ants.
Leading the human housing period, the north wind blows clothes.
The roots are black and rotten, and they don't understand physiology.
If you have a long-term complaint, you will never be able to rely on it.
Wine and flowers are allied, and the flowers leave when they are gone.
Sun Xi was sad alone, and no one believed in beauty.
Gao E is a gift from orchids.
Nine immortals are beautiful, and Tuogen is only close to Yuan Xiang.
A river is spring water, and it is cold in August.
Who made the door taboo and taught Cai Pei to smell too sweet?
Worry spreads deeply, leaving Sao thoughts, and heaven has never been micro.
Zhang Lunying's bluegrass
Orchids are tall, weak and bitter.
You can't live without fragrance, but it's futile to plant trees.
When grass is a flower, purple is green.
This is a leisurely rain, which is very embarrassing.
It is not unpleasant to be pleasing to the eye, and there is nothing new in it.
Chat and play with it, flatter it.
Smile and thank the emperor, glory and decline are indescribable.
Wu Jiaji's quatrains on March 3rd.
The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and all the orchids in my pot were flooded.
Fanrui strives for the opening day, which is the time for tourists to get home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"
Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.
There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Fengnv painted orchids.
Beggars get the beauty described by poets, and Yaochi is clear and beautiful.
As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.
Shi Tao's cymbidium
The root has left the dust, so there is no poem, and poetry gives loneliness.
Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.
Qiu Lan of Michelle Ye, Isinggio.
There are potted plants in front of the temple, and orchids are unique. In the past, they were called Wang Xiangxiang and also Mr. Fang because of the four rhymes.
Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.
Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers.
You fen San, static shadow sparse.
Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing?