Solitary grass grows on the shore, and orioles sing in the trees. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's Xixi Chuzhou
Mangroves are in full bloom, birds are singing, grass is growing and egrets are flying in Pinghu. -On the Lake by Vae Yuan Jie.
In March, the residual flowers bloom more and the eaves are swallowed every day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"
Helpless, let the flowers fall, Yan returns, deja vu. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha".
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets soar into the sky. -Tang Du Fu's four quatrains
Egrets fly in front of mount cisse, peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang Song He Zhi "Fishing Song"
I am like a lonely goose, groaning at my shadow, and poetry and prose are scattered in Peng in nine autumn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings".
Old vines are crying faintly, and small bridges are flowing. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's Qiu Si.
Huma follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -Nineteen ancient poems
The quieter cicada Lin Yue is, the quieter Tonamiyama is. -Don Wang Ji's Into Ruoyexi.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. -Tang Du Fu's Dream of Spring.
The rain fell on the river and the grass was neat, and the birds sang in the Six Dynasties. -Zhuang's "Taicheng".
There are no flowers on the grass, and birds are singing all the way to Chunshan. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring.
When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups and flowers climb. -Don Du Xunhe's "Hating the Spring Palace"
2. Poems about animals and plants Write poems about plants:
1, Jasper is decorated as a tree height, and thousands of tapestries are hung with moss. -"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi
2, hibiscus flowers broken wood, full of mountain red. -Tang's Wu Xinyi.
3, Xiang Xiang sells green leaves, and the west wind rises between green waves. -Tang Lijing's "Breaking the Huanxi Sand"
4, the west wind is full of lotus, and the cold butterfly is hard to come. -Don Juan Zhao's "Chrysanthemum"
5, thin shadows are shallow, and a faint fragrance floats at dusk. -Song Linbu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden
6, why should it be light blue and deep red, and it is the first class in flowers. -Song Qingzhao "Partridge Sky"
Write poems about animals;
1, Malone Hua Xuemao, Ling Hao, Wu Jinan. -Tang Li Bai's White Horse
2. Knock thin bones forward and bring your own copper sound. -Tang's "Ma Shi"
3, white hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. -King Tomlobin's Goose
4, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky. -Don Du Fu's quatrains
Several early warblers compete for the warm tree, and the new swallow of the warm tree pecks the spring mud. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
6. I just realized that it is better to sing freely in the forest than to listen to the golden cage. -Song Ouyang Xiu's "Thrushcross Birds"
3. Poems about plants and animals: Early Mei Tang Miracle
Ten thousand mu can't stand the cold, and plum trees absorb the vitality of underground heating.
Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow.
The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy.
If the plum blossom can blossom on time next year, I hope it can bloom on the spring terrace of people's love.
Early plum blossom
A tree with cold plum and white jade belt is near the village road and creek bridge.
I don't know if it started spraying recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
Wang Anshi's plum blossom
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Wang Mian, Bai Mei
In the snow forest,
Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly, it smells good all night,
Scattered like dry Kun Wan Li incense.
Xue Mei Lu Meipo
Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet wrote a dull chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Wu Jiaji's quatrains on March 3rd.
The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and the orchids in my basin 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.
Massai fighters in East Africa
The bones are clear and the leaves are true, and the wind is amazing.
My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.
Massai fighters in East Africa
I'm tired of listening to Huang except Yao Cao's Spring Star.
Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.
I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless.
Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.
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?
The bamboo forests in Yun Qi are very lush, and the mountains are full of orchids.
The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.
The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead.
Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.
In the middle of spring, everything blooms.
Orchid ode
Graceful flowers, long green leaves, it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.
Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.
Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.
Winter orchids in Cao Yin
Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.
As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.
At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.
Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan
The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.
If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.
After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.
Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.
Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.
The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.
This mare with long mane runs as if her four hooves have never touched the ground.
This tall horse, every part of its body is so well coordinated, and every muscle shows strength, which makes people feel so soft and fit at first sight.
In an instant, "a thousand miles of snow" rose smoothly into the air, flew over the deep ditch like gliding, landed gently on the other side and continued to run forward.
★ The white lotus after the rain has a unique style. The water drops on the lotus leaf rolled around, shining like broken pearls. The water drops on the bracts are lovely, silvery white and bright as the moon.
★ Bai Lianhua is like a peach blossom, but the rain can't destroy it, and it is like a peony being suddenly sprayed without mud; It seems that the Spring Festival is elegant and affectionate, but the fruit is not proud.
★ Under the morning sun, among the green trees, clusters of longan are like chubby little urchins, grinning.
Hawthorn began to turn red, like a shy little girl, hiding half her face.
Cherry blossoms covered the stockade like white clouds.
5. Ask for some ancient poems about animals and plants. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly. The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying. The canoe has passed the nameless keel of Chung Shan Man Matang Chenning. Luckily, it won the China. It is better to forget Bole's reward than to have a thousand gold prices.
Although I know the special section, I dare not compare with Huayi. In case of chasing the wind, be a porch head.
The goose was sent to Hetang Baijuyijun by the wind, and I was driven to the shelves by ducks. Snow neck cream wool red net palm, please see where it is not as good as Jun? In the field, foxes and rabbits planted beans and hoes to open ditches in Tangyuan Town.
Crops and beans, foxes and rabbits. Cut mandarin ducks, feed eagles and cook dogs.
Eagles are afraid of rabbits, but dogs are led by foxes. A fox and a rabbit need each other, but an eagle and a dog need each other.
It was dark and cold, and the grass beans were damaged. Eagles and dogs cook, so do foxes and rabbits.
At the end of Yan Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi was a hundred birds, and Qiu Yan was alone. It's almost time to go to the club, so what does this title mean?
If you don't realize the later stage, you will need more construction. Things in the world are the same, not just bird's nest.
Du Fu's trip to Yan Tang surprised Shuang Yan, who entered the hall with mud. Should avoid dryness and dampness, return to cold.
It takes a long way to adopt a son. This autumn, the world is here, and I am far away from the lonely geese in the Tang Dynasty.
The river turned yellow and the news was cut off. The smoke in Zhu Xiang is far away, and the wind and rain in Lishan are worrying.
At this time, Wan Li Road, the soul dream around Cangzhou. Li Shangyin: One of the two untitled poems: You said you were coming, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Li Shangyin: Two untitled songs. The second misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are thundering faintly in Furong Pool.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . Li Bai: Yujie hates her cold steps and wet silk bottom, and she stayed there for so long.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. Tang Libai has the talent of playing autumn waters by the river, and he loves the red and fresh.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. At midnight, Wu Ge (II) On the Mirror Lake, Tang Li Bai stretches for miles, and the blooming lotus flowers are in full bloom.
At Five Lunatone smiled and collected them. Watch the banks of Yuye Creek.
Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace. Wang Changling and Yue Nv, a female in the Tang Dynasty, made a boat of osmanthus trees, and she also regarded osmanthus trees as trees.
The water on the lake is vast, and the Qingjiang River is untouchable. Pick hibiscus flowers instead of hibiscus leaves.
I will ask my husband what color is like a concubine. An Baili Tang Bai Juyi Lin Dongbei pond water, Zhan Zhan crystal clear.
Bai Furong was born in China and has 300 stems. Glowing in the daytime, clear and fragrant.
Fragrant silver capsules are broken, and the jade plate is inclined. I am ashamed of my dirty eyes. The wind is beautiful.
It is called Honglian, but it has a clean name. The summer calyx is not resting, and the autumn chamber is exhausted.
In the middle of the night, the monks went to bed and walked around the pool alone. I want to collect a coin and send it back to Chang 'an.
But I'm afraid that the world can't grow out of the mountains. In the Tang Dynasty, Jingzhao House planted lotus, and the white chrysanthemum easily polluted the ditch to store turbid water, and the water had leaves.
I came to sigh and knew it was something lotus. There is green mud under it, and the fragrance has not recovered.
There is a world of mortals, and the color is not fresh. Physical attributes are so, and so are personnel.
It's better to be abandoned than donated. Yesterday, in the stream, flowers and leaves were beautiful and clear.
There is no land this year, in front of the gaunt house. Qingyang crossing the gold, Yuefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. In the Southern Dynasties, Lotus, Shen Liang made an appointment with the breeze to shake the purple leaves and gently uncover Zhu Fang.
Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red. In the Southern Dynasties, lotus was picked, Wu Jun brocade was mixed with flowers, and Luo Yi hung on the Qinghe River.
Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason.
May you return early, this lotus is fresh. Xia Ge Southern Dynasties, Liang Xiaoyan Jiangnan lotus flowers, red flowers full of clear water.
The color is the same, but the lotus root is different. There are micro-grasses in Hongze River, which can be used for rejuvenation.
Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun. Moving to the fish pond is a great loss.
How to frost dew, should be with the canopy. Yong Tongxin Furong Sui Dugong shows burning lotus core, graceful water.
Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.
The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. Sui Yinying, a lotus-picking song, went boating with countless companions to relieve himself.
You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus.
Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup. A lotus in the autumn pond, with a red spike, has fallen to autumn in white, and Ling Bo alone spits red.
If you want, you will go with the wind. Antique (26th time) He was born in a secluded spring in Bai Bi, Li Tang, and the morning was clear.
Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
A leaf is fragrant, and the ripples reflect the sunset. Lonely in the wind, full of twilight (Author: powershield) Tang poetry Li Bai: The song at four o'clock in the middle of the night: Lovely Rover in the Western Heaven, Haruka, picking mulberry leaves by the water.
She stretched out her white hand among the green branches, and the golden sunshine dyed her rosy robe red. My silkworm is hungry. I can't stay. Don't stay with your five-horse carriage. I pray.
Li Bai: Midnight Song: Summer songs in Jinghu Lake stretch for miles, and lotus flowers are in full bloom. Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious.
Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.
6. Among the ancient poems, there are poems describing animals and plants, 1, and "Seeing" by Qingyuan Mei.
Excerpts from the original text:
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow, and the loud song echoed in the forest. Suddenly, I wanted to catch the cicada in singing in the trees, so I stopped singing and stood quietly by the tree.
2. Song Chao worships wisdom in spring.
Excerpts from the original text:
Under the shade of plants and trees, the curved stream looks particularly green, and a Mao Mao rain falls on the lawn, splashing fine sand.
Goose and duck don't know that spring has passed, but they are scrambling to catch up with peach blossoms.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Under the shade of vegetation, the winding stream looks particularly green, and a light rain drops on the lawn, splashing fine sand. Goose and duck don't know that spring has passed, and they are also vying to catch the peach blossoms.
3. Tang Meng Haoran's "Night Return to Lumen Mountain".
Excerpts from the original text:
In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.
People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.
The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.
Interpretation of vernacular:
At dusk, the bell of the Mountain Temple echoed in the valley, and there was a noisy sound from Yu Liang Ferry.
People walked along the sandy shore to Jiangcun, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.
The moonlight at Lumen Pass made the mountain trees appear, and I suddenly came to Pang Gong's seclusion place.
Cold mountain roads and quiet forest roads, only quiet people come and go here gracefully.
4. Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's "Going to Lumen Mountain to Nostalgia"
Excerpts from the original text:
In the morning, the boat bypassed the mountains in Xi 'an with great interest and crossed the Han River. The waterfowl in the bar can be identified at close range, but the trees by the water can't be distinguished.
The boat came to Lumen Mountain leisurely, and the sun was shining, which made Shan Lan look pale. The pool between the rocks is winding, and the boat often twists and turns.
I heard that Pang Degong came, but the mountain has not been returned. The mountain stream is suitable for the growth of Ganoderma Atractylodes, and the stone bed is covered with thick moss.
The old man in Xiangyang was deeply grateful and pulled up the cable and climbed up. The remains of the secluded world can still be found, and Su Chao's style has been far away from this world.
Accompanied by white clouds, I don't know when they drifted by, and planted osmanthus flowers with empty posture. The fun of remembering the past is still unfinished, and the setting sun returns to the western hills.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Go out in the morning, in high spirits, cross the Han River and bypass the fairy mountain.
Waterbirds in the sandbar can only be recognized if they are close, but trees near the water can't be distinguished if they are far away.
The boat came to Lumen Mountain leisurely, and the bright sunshine made Shan Lan look pale.
The pool between rocks twists and turns, and ships often turn around here.
I heard that Pang Degong had been here, and he never went back to the mountains to collect herbs.
The mountain stream is suitable for the growth of ganoderma lucidum and atractylodes macrocephala, and the stone bed is covered with thick moss.
Deeply moved by the old man in Xiangyang, I tied the cable and lifted my feet to climb up.
The remains of seclusion can still be found, and the extraordinary style has gone away from the world.
I don't know when the accompanying white clouds will drift away, and the Danguikong planted is charming and beautiful.
Looking back on the past, I am still unfinished, returning from boating and setting the sun.
5. Song: Mei's "Lushan Tour"
Excerpts from the original text:
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery.
Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.
The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream.
I can't see any buildings or smoke, so I can't help wondering if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I suddenly heard a crow crowing on the distant mountain.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The endless Lushan Mountain is mountainous, with thousands of peaks and valleys, beautiful scenery and spectacular scenery, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery.
The steep mountain peaks change with the change of visual angle, indulging in the wild interest of sightseeing alone on the winding and deep path, and I don't know where I went.
The frost and snow are melting, the stupid bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the wild deer is drinking water by the empty and silent mountain stream.
Will anyone live in this mountain area? I can only hear a cock crow from the misty mountain in the distance.
7. When will the poem swallow containing animals and plants fly back, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water?
-Vae Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake" was born on the shore of the secluded grass, and there were orioles singing in the trees. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi Going to Chuzhou" Flower Sea Mangroves, Pinghu grass grows and flies.
-Vae Yuan Jie's "On the Lake" In March, the residual flowers were more open and the eaves were swallowed day by day. -Song Wangling's "Send to Spring" has no choice but to spend, and it seems to meet Yan.
-Yan Songshu's "Huanxisha" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. -Tang Du Fu's "Four-character Poetry" Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and peach blossoms are flowing and mandarin fish are fat.
-Zhang Song He Zhi "Song of the Fisherman" I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose, resigned to fate and scattered in tents for nine autumn. -Tang Baijuyi's "Looking at the Moon" is a dead vine and an old tree is faint.
-Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" Humayi North Wind, South Branch of Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems" and "Going and Going Again", the cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.
—— Wang Tangji, entering Ruoyexi, the petals are already like tears, and the lonely bird has already mourned. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Watch" Jiang, the six dynasties are like a dream and birds talk empty.
-Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" grass falls without flowers, and birds sing all the way to Chunshan. -Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring, when the weather is sunny, the birds sing and the shadows climb high.
-Don Du Xunhe's Love Palace.