When I saw it in the morning, I was worried that too many grapes had fallen to the ground. I like to take off the dew and taste it early.
Gorgeous colors set off the fruits in the golden plate; The rich fragrance filled the flesh in the jade bowl.
Don't bother the envoys of various countries in Qingshan to visit Wan Li Road; Now China also has its own grapes, which can often be presented to the emperor.
This poem is Grapes by Wu, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The original text is as follows.
grape
Qing Wu Ye Wei
The white lake pearl is rich and the curtain is green.
When you are worried, you should taste love first.
The color reflects the golden fruit, and the fragrant jade bowl flows.
If you don't work hard, you will win the championship.
This poem is about grapes. In the poem, "A hundred flowers and pearls are rich and green." . I'm worried. I'll try it first. Describe grapes as beautiful as pearls. They look gorgeous and lovely, reflecting golden fruits and fragrant jade bowls. "Praise grapes, not only to praise its beautiful appearance, but also to praise its sweet taste, which is a kind of fruit with good color, flavor and taste.
"If you don't work hard, you will often get the exam." It is said that grapes were originally produced abroad, and it took envoys to travel thousands of miles to give them to the emperor. Ordinary people can't eat it, but now it has been planted in China. Not only can it often pay tribute to the emperor, but everyone can eat it. Expressed the poet's admiration for the development of the country and the progress of the times.
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Ancient poems describing grapes:
1 grape
Tang hanyu
The new work is not half dry, and the overhead is fragmented.
If you want a full plate of horse milk, don't add bamboo to attract dragons.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The new stems and leaves have not yet fully grown, and half of the vines are still dead; The grape trellis fell to the ground and needed support.
If you want to harvest more and better grapes in autumn, please don't refuse to add some new bamboo poles to make the grapes grow.
2, ink grape poetry
Ming Xu Wei
I became an elderly man for half my life, and my self-study roared in the evening breeze.
The pearls at the bottom of the pen have nowhere to sell, but they are thrown into wild vines.
Interpretation of vernacular:
I have lived in poverty for most of my life, and now I am an old man, standing alone in my study facing the evening breeze.
There is no place to sell the pearls in the pen, so I have nothing to do but draw on the vines.
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