[Tang]: "If you want to get the autumn season, fight for the river." (Sophora japonica)
It's the season of fragrance of Sophora japonica, and I can't help thinking of Sophora japonica in my hometown: clusters and strings dotted among dense green leaves, dazzling white and bustling, and the whole village is immersed in refreshing fragrance.
A string of Sophora japonica flowers is like a silver chain and a jade flower, and there is a faint fragrance in the wind. Just like a silver-haired old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, he forgot his pain and danced with his hair. The golden sun was hidden in the arms of the crunchy birds.
Between the branches and leaves of Sophora japonica, there are strings of tidbits, hugging and laughing, smiling shyly, and the color is like plain brocade, which is neither coy nor artificial. Sophora japonica is not like peach blossom, it is a bit enchanting; Unlike apricot flowers, they are a little thin and a little white; Unlike the lotus, it is narcissistic and inaccessible; Unlike orchids in flower pots, it is difficult to hide the hot sun and rain. Sophora japonica seems to have been born in the countryside, not delicate at all, as simple as a farmer's uncle who has been dealing with the land for generations.
In the morning, Sophora japonica dipped in the morning dew, crystal clear and elegant as if just out of the bath, stretching its posture against the rising sun and dusk. At noon, the light spots are dotted, bees shuttle between flowers, Sophora japonica blooms more brightly in the branches, and the breeze blows like a mountain spring; In the evening, Yuan Ye was solemn. Occasionally, cattle and sheep graze happily in the fields, and birds fly back to the forest. Sophora japonica is more affectionate, vaguely dotted with elegant rural style.
2. The poem "Little crimson lips, cool yard" describing white Sophora japonica.
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Nalan Xingde
The yard is cool,
I feel thin when I come late.
Not alone,
This is an empty reward.
Xiao Si sympathizes with you,
Don't be sad.
The west wind is evil,
The sunset blew the horn,
A burst of Sophora japonica falls.
Early cicada
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
On the seventh day of June, cicadas in the river began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
A temple eager to decline in color, and then move to the hometown of feelings.
Qiu Si was born in the autumn before the rise of the west wind.
Recall the past and listen to it under the pagoda tree in the East Palace.
Today's infinite thinking, clouds and trees around the city.
3. A good word to describe Sophora japonica: Wisteria Waterfall
Zong Pu
I can't help but stop.
I have never seen such a blooming vine. I saw a lavender falling from the sky like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. It's just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water. A closer look shows that it is the brightest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun.
Here, the spring red has faded, no one appreciates the flowers, no butterflies surround the bees, and some are sparkling and blooming vines of this tree. Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively!
"I have blossomed!" They are laughing.
"I have blossomed!" They shouted.
Every spike is in full bloom at the top and waiting to be released at the bottom. The color is light and dark, as if purple has settled down and settled in the tenderest and smallest bud. Every blooming flower is like a small full sail with a sharp bottom. The cabin is bulging, like a smile that can't help laughing. What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one.
But I didn't pick it. I have no habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart. Flowing, taking away the anxiety and pain that are directly pressing on my heart, which is the mystery of life and death and brotherhood. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only peace of mind and joy of life.
In addition to the brilliance, there is a faint fragrance here. The fragrance seems to be light purple, and it covers me gently like a dream. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were always sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if looking at the color and testing something. Later, even the sparse flower clusters disappeared. Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted. At that time, it was said that there was an inevitable relationship between flowers and life corruption. I once thought regretfully: There are no vines here.
After so many years, the vines have blossomed again, and they are so full and dense. The Purple Waterfall Project is covered with dense branches like Wolong, which keeps flowing, flowing and flowing to people's hearts.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is one of ten thousand flowers, and it is by each flower that a splendid ten thousand flowing waterfall is formed.
In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace.
The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. -"If you enter Jesse"
Striving for the beauty of a Chinese odyssey is the best fragrance in the world. Peony map
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. The ancient road that invaded from a distance reached the crumbling city gate. -"Farewell to Ancient Grass"
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. -"Wang Yue"
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. -"A Night Abroad"
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. -"Doing Good and Going Early"
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -"successful summit"
The above is for reference only!
Good luck!
4. Who knows the poem about Sophora japonica?
* * * Give the child a yellow flower and give the child a favor.
Li Pin sent his friend to the next place, feeling that Emperor Li Chundi had no intention and went back to the mountains to enjoy things. In other words, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm going to step on Sophora japonica.
Gong Dou has made Jimen a rich man, and cicadas have been making Sophora japonica flowers for four years. Today, I have new white hair and am lazy to ride an official horse to Youzhou.
The guests were sent to the dream room of Jiange in Shu, and the group returned to Liangshan. Riding a horse and shaking a whip in Ming Dynasty, Sophora japonica in autumn passes through meridian.
Zhang Ji sent Sophora japonica to the north of Xiaoyuandi Street, and the sick body was sent out late. Who will you write a new poem for when I say goodbye to you in autumn night?
Bai Juyi stood in front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, and the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.
Bai Juyi secret provincial hall Sophora japonica new autumn rain, tung leaves turn night. After all, there is nothing in the hall, and the old man sleeps on a pillow.
Bao Rong wrote two poems about the Han Palace, which reflected the east window like a jade wheel, and the front hall was absolutely silent. Palace Sophora flowers fall in the west wind, and parrots call people on cold nights.
Yao He was shocked to hear that Xin Chan sent Li Yu last June. Today, Sophora japonica seems to be still in full bloom, but listening to its voice is even quieter.
Zhu Qingyu Doumen looked at the green Sophora japonica that fell in the ditch at night and stepped out of Doumen after the rain. Savages plow fields at dusk, and there is smoke on the beacon tower.
In the summer of Xu Hun, relatives and friends on the river sent a visit. Before the rain fell, the cicada fell to the pagoda before the sun set. The wheels of the north and south are infinite, and the talents on the river return.
Send a judge to Xuanzhou, raise a pen to meet Yao, and go to fold Sophora japonica flowers and cross the wild bridge. Who saw this melancholy before you, and the song is over.
Li Pin said that he had doubts about the full moon, but he didn't get the edge of laurel. He stayed in spring until autumn. I've been worried for several years about apricot blossoms and Sophora japonica flowers falling.
Wei Zhuang Jing Qiu did not go fishing with the waves, but approached Confucianism. How many autumn winds did twelve Sophora flowers in Chang 'an lose?
In the year when Huang Tao left Beijing, a fairy laurel climbed back to Pukou Village, Yan Tao. Although I hate parting, I am still very interested. Sophora japonica blooms at sunrise.
Jong Li sunset shadow mountain is not red, and it rains in the distance. The soul sells its children and never looks back, taking a leisurely look at the road of Sophora japonica.
Zilan mortuary is looking for Pei Langzhong's former residence. It is quiet, desolate and infinite, and the desolate steps are tired and repeated. Who lived here in the past few years? Sophora japonica blooms everywhere.
Zilan Chang 'an dances in the early autumn wind, Sophora japonica falls into the imperial ditch, and Zhong Nanshan enters the city in autumn. The door is in a hurry to recruit soldiers, and the son is drunk.
Miracle answered Changsha Ding Xiucai's book, hitchhiking to Emperor Que every month, and Gong went to Jingtai every year. How did Sophora japonica fall three times? I haven't seen my old friend bring a roll.
Jin stopped water in the early autumn of Liu Wei's trip, and he was refreshed. The grass is gloomy, and Sophora japonica is falling with the wind. I woke up in Wan Li at night. Mo Wen's future is just sand on the roof.
Bai Juyi's autumn pool is sparse, and the sunshine under the window is melodious. There are many autumn winds, and the Sophora japonica is half full. There are independent people, 41 years.
Chen Yi Chang 'an in July, and Huai Hua San in July. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the needle floor competed and presented the fragrance of the Central Plains for the first time. Embroidered hub and golden saddle are infinite, and visitors are late everywhere.
Bai Juyi was forbidden to lie in the middle. Because he delayed Wang Huai's daily life, he quietly felt naught. Sophora japonica fell in the rain at night and lay cool under the north porch. The light is still on and the curtain is turned over. Everyone has a quiet environment to think and talk with an old friend.
Bai Juyi answers Liu Jie's Villa in Early Autumn. Look at the cool hibiscus hedge and the branches of Sophora japonica in the late rain. And the new Qiu Si, in order to get the poems of old friends. Avoid the ground and choose wood, and rise to the fish in the pool. In the city and under the mountain, it is quiet and dark.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in summer, with few people in the courtyard and clear breeze at night. Sophora japonica is full of gas, and pine nuts fall. Lonely, sitting under a lamp, thinking about the moon. Age is boring, not boring.
Bai Juyi heard that the new cicada gave Liu 28 cicadas a cry, and Sophora japonica took two. You should only send it to you when I am old. White happens first, Qingyun starts late. Without a glass of wine, I advise you to keep your eyebrows open.
Bai Juyi answers a dream and sees it when he hears the cicada (Liu Meng sees it when the new cicada rewards him). He opened his mouth and thought proudly, singing alone before the evening breeze. People look different from the day before. Cicada sounds like last year. After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn colors. After listening, there is no other way. Acacia is another one.
Bai Juyi is cool in autumn, lying idle in summer, the day is still long, and autumn is still tender. The dew lotus is fragrant, and the wind and bamboo are the same. I lay in the sun at leisure, and no one asked me about my illness. In front of the house at dusk, Sophora japonica is one inch deep.
5. Poems about Sophora japonica What poems about Sophora japonica are as follows:
1. Two words of Han Palace
The east window of the moon is like a jade wheel, and the front hall is silent.
Palace Sophora flowers fall in the west wind, and parrots call people on cold nights.
2. Dusk
At dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist temple, the ground was full of Sophora japonica cicadas.
Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.
3. Send friends and relatives to the river in summer
Before the rain, before the sun falls, the cicada falls and the Sophora japonica falls.
The wheels of the north and south are infinite, and the talents on the river return.
Talk about your feelings
A full moon is meaningless. Spring is reserved for autumn.
I've been worried for several years about apricot blossoms and Sophora japonica flowers falling.
5. Early autumn in Chang 'an
The wind dances and the Sophora japonica falls into the imperial ditch, and Nanshan enters the city in autumn.
The door is in a hurry to recruit soldiers, and the son is drunk.
Step 6 send a small one
Sophora japonica hangs beside the horse in the north of the street, and the sick body is sent late.
Who will you write a new poem for when I say goodbye to you in autumn night?
7. Xuanzhou sent judges
When I came, Jianbi assisted Yao in whoring, folding Sophora japonica flowers and crossing the wild bridge.
Who saw this melancholy before you, and the song is over.