Poems about peach blossoms

1. Wing Chun Series

Su Shi: "Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of ducks in the spring river."

Wu Rong, a man from the Tang Dynasty, said: "The trees are full of delicate red flowers, and the branches are full of colorful red flowers."

Bai Juyi's "Inscribed on the Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple" "The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom. I often regret that I can't find a place to go back in spring, and I don't know where to turn."

Bai Juyi's cousin Bai Min said: "Thousands of fragrant trees are slanting, and one branch is decorated with clouds. Don't be tired of looking at it in the wind. This is the flower that takes over the spring light."

Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Song": "Peach blossoms rain in Lanxi for three days, and carps come to the beach in the middle of the night." Spring rain is called Peach Blossom Rain, a girl's heart!

The Book of Songs and National Style "Zhou Nan·Taoyao":

When the peaches are young, their flowers are burning, and when the son returns, it is suitable for his family.

When the peach is young, there is actually a sweet potato, and the son will return home, which is suitable for his family.

The peach is young, its leaves are pure, and the son will return home, which is suitable for his family.

The spring scenery is bright and the peach blossoms are beautiful, which is a wonderful comparison to a newlywed bride.

2. Hermitage Series

The hermit Zhang Zhihe’s "Fishermen's Song": "Peach Blossoms and Flowing Waters with Fat Mandarin Fish". Wander in nature.

Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" is a masterpiece of the hermit image of peach blossoms. "Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps along the bank. There were no trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful. It was very strange for fishermen."

Li Bai's "Peach Land"

The dew is dark and smokey, the grass is new, and the flowing water is full of spring.

The poor fisherman came to visit again, only peach blossoms but no people .

Wang Wei's "Journey to the Peach Blossom Spring" writes in poetry "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring":

The fishing boat chases the water and loves the mountains and spring, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait go to Tianjin. Sitting and looking at the mangroves, I don’t know how far I am, and walking along the green stream, I don’t see anyone.

Sneaking through the mountain pass begins, the mountain opens wide and you can see the flat land. From a distance, you can see a tree with clouds in it, and close by, you can see thousands of scattered flowering bamboos.

The woodcutter first passed on Han names, but the residents did not change their Qin clothes. The people live in Wulingyuan, and they also start their fields outside the things.

The moon is bright, the room under the pines is quiet, the sunrise is noisy in the clouds, and the chickens and dogs are noisy. I was shocked to hear that the common people came to gather together and invited them back home to ask about the city.

The sweeping flowers bloom in the alleys during the Ming Dynasty, and the fishermen and woodcutters ride in the water at dusk. At the beginning, he went to the human world to avoid the earth, but when he became an immortal, he did not return.

Who knows that there is someone in the gorge? Looking at Kongyun Mountain in the distance. There is no doubt that the spiritual realm is difficult to smell and see, and the earthly mind is not yet exhausted and homesick for the county.

No matter what mountains and rivers separate you from the cave, Cijia will eventually travel for a long time. I say that after passing through the past, I will not be lost in the past. I know that the peaks and valleys will change.

At that time, it was only recorded that it was deep in the mountains, and the green stream meandered to Yunlin. When spring comes, there are peach blossoms everywhere, and I don’t know where to find the source of immortality.

Wang Shishen, a scholar in the Qing Dynasty, commented: "Since the Tang and Song Dynasties, the three best writers of "A Journey to Taoyuan" are Wang Mojie, Han Tuizhi and Wang Jiefu. The two poems of Guan Tuizhi and Jiefu are The power of the writing is very gratifying. When I read Mojie's poems, I feel quite at ease. The two princes are trying hard to hold back the strong, but they can't help but blush and feel hot. This is why the prosperous Tang Dynasty is unattainable." Many people wrote "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" in poems, but Shichan Wangwei was the best.

"The wind is strong at the water chestnut crossing, and the sun is setting in the west through the forest of sticks. The fisherman is beside the apricot tree altar, and the family is in the peach blossom garden." Wang Wei has always been famous for his "paintings in poetry" (Su Shi).

"The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, where is the hole in the clear stream" by the madman Zhang Xu.

Li Bai visited Taoist priest Dai Tianshan, and the first sentence "Amidst the sound of dogs barking and water, peach blossoms and rain are thick" describes the tranquility in the mountains.

Liu Yuxi's "The peach blossoms are all over the stream and the water is like a mirror, and the dusty heart is like dirt that cannot be washed away."

"A Journey to the Peach Blossom": "Because I came to plant jade in hiding, I didn't realize that the world is like a candle in the wind. I banquet the stone marrow to encourage guests to eat, and the lamps burn rosin to stay in the guesthouse. I can hear the sound of chickens and dogs in the distance, and the green cage is filled with five clouds at dawn." The fisherman got up and left the house. The courtyard was full of roadless flowers. He was afraid of losing his hometown and county, and refused to live in Taoyuan for a breath. The peach blossoms were all over the stream and the water was like a mirror, and the dusty heart was like dirt that could not be washed away. As soon as the fairy family left, there was no trace. So far, there are many rivers and mountains. ”