"Ode to the Orchid"
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind can hardly hide the fragrance in the valley.
Don’t be admirable just because you are worthy of admiration, even if there is no one, you will still be beautiful.
Cheng Fan "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king of fragrance, fragrant in the breeze.
The beauty of the cave has never been more prosperous and beautiful.
Cao Yin's "Winter Orchid"
The winter grass is full of cold green, and the orchids are also flowers.
You are as clear as a bigot, and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has a few hairpins, which are divided into two buns.
The fragrance in the evening window makes me think, and the shadow of the wind is like a bonfire.
"Jianlan" by Zhu Zaizhen
Clusters of orchids grow in the deep valley, and berries are scattered all over the forest.
It doesn’t matter if it’s not carved, it’s better than being a door support.
The chariot arrived at Yuguan Mountain and Zipei Zhenji Pavilion.
Turn around and forget about the Minhai, and fall in love with Jingluo.
Thinking lightly brings back fragrance in the daytime, and the clear spring is a good way to enjoy it in the evening.
Jade Zhen plays again and again, and the sky is like a dream.
Hua Yan's "Orchid"
The clouds are solid and graceful, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.
The cool breeze stirs the night, and the beautiful lady begs for you.
Gao Fenghan's "Inscribed on Zheng Banqiao's Painting of Orchids and Chen Gaifu's Painting of Pines"
Gaifu's painting of pine trees is scattered, while Banqiao's painting of orchids is scattered.
The orchids are blooming, the orchids are fragrant, and the pine branches are brushed by the wind.
Sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave is enjoying himself too much.
Huang Ren's "Inscription on Orchid" (three poems)
Where is the fragrance in your room? The four walls are empty valleys.
One punch is ancient and charming, and the beauty is alone.
Yuanli thinks a lot, and my heart is full of pain during the long journey.
The paper window attracts the fragrant soul, but the appearance does not dare to admire it.
Magnetic buckets raise beautiful stones, and those with clear origins are fragrant far away.
You came from Wangchuan and got this powder copy.
Liao Liang's "Write a Blue Stone with a Letter"
A piece of empty mountain stone, with several stems of valley grass.
Writing this letter to those who are in trouble, don’t forget Lin Quan.
Li Fangying's "Orchid Album" (three poems)
The confused Xiao Ailu is exposed to the cold wind, and the heroes of the ages will never dry up in tears.
When I put down my pen and talk about the past, Hengqin may not necessarily tune Yilan.
The clear breeze of Chu Wan flows through the writing, and I have been a guest for twenty years.
Self-pity does not sing the orchid song, thousands of leaves and flowers are for the world to see.
Don’t laugh at the total ignorance when asking the sky, but also regret that the orchid hair on the temples is growing thin.
When the family is exhausted and worried about the hoeing, and when they go into the mountains, they are afraid of losing their beauty.
Wang Shishen's "Orchid"
Orchids emerge from the valley, and flowers bloom in autumn.
In the secluded period with me, I want to return to the empty mountain.
"Album Page of Voiceless Sound in the Empty Valley"
The orchid grass is worthy of the heart of a hermit, self-prosperous and self-destructive, white clouds deep.
The spring breeze fills the empty valley every year, leaving the fragrance in the plain Qin.
Li Eel's "Ink Orchid"
The flowers are shallow in summer and deep in spring, with several stamens on one stem randomly slanting horizontally.
Although it is not as good as Orchid, planting a hundred acres of it is still a luxury.
"Fangfei in the Valley"
This is a vivid description of Fangfei, with only potted plants and stone surrounds missing.
I remember that the spring breeze dispersed in the deep valley, and the flowers were like grass while the woodcutter returned.
Jin Nong's "Painting Orchid"
After the rain in the deep forest, the pen and inkstone are cold, but the female orchid is blooming but there is no man.
The soft paper and parallel ears are as slender as those of Jinling Ma Siniang.
"Lu Lan" by Miao Gongen
The ice roots and green leaves are mixed and barren, and the dawn dew is decorated with pearls.
The smile is half-sucking and half-vomiting, and the heart is bright and clear.
"Youlan is written by Mr. Yifeng" by Shen Tong
The orchid spreads across the empty valley and becomes the king's fragrance.
The fragrant breeze fills the fields, and the plain posture condenses the clear light.
Emotional and independent.
How can Xiao and Ai become friends?
Xiao Aizi reveals her beauty, and her orchids are covered in severe frost.
As soon as the scenery changes, the clothes will be worn.
Zheng Xie's "Picture of Half a Pot of Orchids"
The pot is half hidden and the flower is half contained.
Don’t seek to vent, don’t be afraid of withering.
"Ti Lai Lan"
Two pots of orchid, one night and one morning.
The flowers come one after another, in late spring and dawn in summer.
"Tilan"
The orchid grass has grown into a row, and the mountains are full of meaning.
If you are loyal and still embrace yourself, there is no need to compete with others.
"Qiaobi Orchid"
The cliff is a thousand feet high, and the orchids are green in the sky.
There is a woodcutter down there, but he can’t break it with his hand.
"Orchid"
If the roots are big, why complain about the short and sparse leaves.
Spring thunder lurks at night, and its fragrance flies into the clouds.
"Orchid"
There are many hidden intentions and unwillingness to show affection.
After the Qingming Festival, the essence enters the Xia Qing Dynasty.
"Orchid" (five poems)
Orchids are not flowers, they are people in my eyes.
It is difficult to write this flower god with a Xiangguan pen.
The fragrance of orchids is not the fragrance, it is the breath in my mouth.
It is difficult to describe the taste of lips with a Xiangguan pen.
A seventy-three-year-old man has painted orchids for fifty years.
No matter how windy or thundery it is, it will not wither for a long time.
There are wonderful gaps between one stroke and two strokes.
It’s hard to believe that he waved his hand regardless of the traces of those who came before him.
There are roots that are not in the ground, but there are flowers that bloom all year round.
Kai Zai once understood, and the secret came to him.
"Conglan Thorns"
The thorns comfort the roots, and the wind and dew smooth the spirits.
The heart is inseparable from joy and anger, and all the grass is stained with the remaining spring.
"Poetry Notes on Quweng Mountain, Small Landscapes of the Eight Great Mountains of Shitao and Shixi, and One Volume of Baiding Molan***"
The country has been destroyed, the family has been destroyed, and the temples are all white, and a bag of poems Draw a tutu.
Thousands of horizontal and vertical strokes, not many ink spots but many tears.
"Sending Orchids to Yuan Mei's Mansion in Jiaoshan"
One hundred and eighty arrows of Qiulan were sent to the stone house in Jiaoshan.
Xiaoyue knocked on the door and passed the note. Yanfan came across the river last night.
"Picture of Orchids in Pots Leaning on Huihui"
Spring orchids are not yet blooming, summer orchids are blooming, and the painting clearly calls A-Dai.
Read all the prosperity and withering is like a pot full of flowers. It has been pulled out several times and planted again.
"Picture of Broken Pot of Orchids"
The spring rain and spring breeze describe the beautiful face, and the quiet and elegant charm falls into the world.
Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.
"Picture of Orchids on Qiaobi"
The orchids on the top of the mountain bloom early, and the little arrows on the mountainside are still pregnant.
If the painter intends to teach people to stop and save, why should the east wind be a good matchmaker?
"Painting of Zhi, Orchid and Thorns and Thorns to Send to Cai Taishi"
The painting is full of Zhi orchids in spring, with a few random strokes of thorns and hazels added next to them.
The world can accommodate both good and evil. I want to see warm and distant people.
"Orchid" (four poems)
In Qu Song's article, the grass and trees are tall, and the orchid spectrum of the ages is overwhelming.
How to be a cheap person and sell it to others? It’s a matter of picking and choosing on the streets.
This is a kind of quiet flower. I don’t want to hear it, just the haze.
When collecting firewood, you may be afraid of the trail, and even write about the mountains being covered.
Orchid is originally a grass in the mountains, and this flower is also planted in the mountains.
There are so many plants in the world, it is better to keep them with the mist.
The orchid grass in the mountains is in a mess, the leaves are warm, the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong.
It is not far away to send incense out of the valley, but it can be sent to the worldly world.
"Painting Orchids to Taoist Ziqiongya"
Searching and searching in the mountains, I found red hearts and plain hearts.
I want to send a branch a long way, but the dew is cold and the fragrance is so cold now.
"Broken Pot of Orchids"
The spring rain and spring breeze wash away the beautiful face, and the Qiongdao comes to the world with a word.
Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.
"A Painted Pot of Orchids Sending Yang Dianshi of Fan County to Return to Hangzhou after Sickness"
The orchids are not suitable for Shandong, but who knows that the fragrance moves far away.
Draw a pot and carry it back, and plant it on the two peaks of the north and south.
Later, he was snatched away by a good person, and Yang was very upset. More than ten years later, I passed through Hangzhou, and Duke Yang had been dead for a long time. His descendants told the story and begged for a painting to make up for it. It is both a preface and a poem: I miss you so much that I entrust the soul of a flower to drift into the West Lake and knock on the door of the tomb. As a Taoist, I have resumed my brushwork, and I am still a master and a grandson.
"Broken Branch Orchid"
More paintings of spring breeze are worthless, only one branch of green jade and half a branch of beauty.
The sun rises in the mountains and the birds in the forest carry out their beaks of lovesickness in February.
"Painting Thorny Orchids for Master Lvsong"
If thorns are not tolerated, the orchids will not grow, and heretics and demons will look on with cold eyes.
The doorway may be fragrant or filthy, but only then can we realize the vastness of the Buddhadharma.
"Broken Branch Orchid"
The dew in the morning wind has not been dried, who puts an arrow orchid in the crystal vase,
It is like Concubine Yang taking a new bath, with a thin skirt It's up to you to see.
"Eight Orchids"
Nine orchids come to the fields on the river, but the eight orchids are not completed.
When will everything in the world be enough, leave it to be cultivated and cultivated for future generations.
"Orchid"
As you turn from one green mountain to another, you will find hidden orchids on their way around.
Who in the Kingdom of Fragrances can come and give me half of my bookish room?
"Orchid"
There are many plants in the world, but the green hills are my home.
The painting is a lonely place on a cliff, covered with orchids and bamboo leaves.
"Pot Orchid"
The wonderful Ganzhou orchid in Xijiang, I bought it in pots and looked at it several times.
I don’t know if the painting still looks like it, but the dew of my hometown has not completely dried up yet.
"Mountain Orchid"
There are orchids on the mountain and down the mountain, and the fragrance is fragrant and fragrant.
It’s a shame that people in the world are so short-sighted and look at things in the same way.
"Orchid"
Yesterday I came out of the confinement in search of spring, but there were no orchids in every peach or willow.
The shop is not where the masters live. If you want to visit Youzong, you must stay in the mountains.
"Bon Orchid"
If you buy a whole orchid, you will have enough power to have children and grandchildren.
Don’t think there are too few flowers this year. Please look forward to seeing them full next year.
"Orchid" (eight poems)
Su Xin Lan and Chi Xin Lan always treat their hearts with guests.
How could the spring breeze brew it? The frost and snow were once very cold.
The weeds are left unkempt and there is no place to arrange the orchids.
If you want to be endowed with many beautiful qualities, you must transplant the roots and plant them in the garden.
Jiuwan orchids have been around for thousands of years, and the orchids are not enough to make up for the flowers.
Why are there thorns mixed with them? How can a gentleman tolerate them?
Not red, not purple, not deep yellow, just a few chapters of dark green leaves.
Only the west wind is favorable, and it always sweeps the autumn frost off the rocks.
The spring breeze came into the mountains last night, causing orchids to bloom everywhere.
Only bamboo is the companion of a gentleman, and there is no other flower that can be planted with him.
One peak is past and one is far away, and three peaks are close to each other for passers-by.
The higher the orchids are, the more fragrant they are, and the green grass in Dongting floats all over the lake.
Orchids are related to bamboo and are always found among green mountains and green waters.
The frost and snow will not wither the spring, and the smiling people will be red and purple as guests.
Bamboo is grown on one side and orchids are on the other side, and the green leaves are fragrant all over the nearby mountains.
There is always a sense of spring and summer, with no autumn atmosphere mixed in.
"Orchid"
Bees and butterflies arrive faintly, but the clouds and mist have no way to pass.
It is difficult to exert force in the east wind, and the natural fragrance depends on its presence or absence.
"Hui"
At the end of the water, there are clumps of hui and grass, and the green leaves are so dark that they are half-covered.
The most beautiful place is where the breeze blows, a tender jade flower with nine branches.
"Ti Lan" (ten poems)
The taste is leisurely and the breath is fragrant, how can it be reduced to a dark and sad state.
Visitors can't help but drift away. In a blink of an eye, the spring breeze fills the valley with fragrance.
The color is fresh without losing the fragrance, and the stone diameter is still strong.
But the fate of the grave and the grass is gone, and I feel lonely in the empty mountain and only feel sorry for myself.
Eight orchids bloom in seven, and smallpox must be planted even if it is one.
Next year is bound to bring spring, just waiting for the thunder to ring from the sky gate.
In order to buy the spring breeze in February, Susong and Sucao grass are planted in the fields.
There are not many roads across the river, but it is valuable once you arrive in Yangzhou.
A kind of quiet orchid plant, which is not exposed to rain and dew and blooms at all times.
Spring is always present with dense roots and dense leaves, but it is a pity that the fragrant butterflies do not come.
The wind in the water palace is green and cool, and the orchids are fragrant.
The beast of Li Sao is worn by secluded people, and today it is called the fragrance of the king.
The beauty in the forest is very different, silent and fragrant in the wind.
Who can write Lingjun Fu and summon your soul to Chuxiang?
Whoever digs it in the mountains will find long branches, short leaves and a few flowers.
Sir, it’s better to buy an Ou pot and plant it carefully with stones and moss.
If there is fragrance passing through the pen, the ink is like gold and jade, and the water is like beads.
If you want to compare the solitary bamboo and the quiet orchid, it is just a doctor from Yi Qi.
The strong part is quiet and the light part is fragrant, and the flowers bloom for a long time.
The warm breeze enters the hand of an expert and moves the golden basin to the jade hall.
"Tilan"
Three of the four orchids bloomed, and the middle one bloomed late.
Everything in the world will be calm and good, until the spring lady comes back.
Li Tiaoyuan's "Poetry of the same year in Zhitang, the orchids were unusually luxuriant during the Mid-Autumn Festival"
This is so heart-warming that it suddenly moved my beloved.
The seats in the room are not set yet, and the fragrance fills the courtyard steps.
This kind of tranquility is high in the white clouds.
Once I was mistaken by the fragrance, I joined the grass.
His fragrance is silent in the end, and it separates itself from the dust.
I am a gentleman now, and I will always be invited to cultivate you.
Looking at each other quietly on a moonlit night, it’s like forgetting someone’s body.
I would like to support my solitary roots, and I will have no guesses at the annual banquet.
Fang Wanyi's "Double-hook Orchid Scroll Inscribed on Ma Shouzhen"
Chu Wan has a quiet orchid crown with a fragrant crown, and the double-junk painting method is unusual.
The national incense flowed away and the reward was left in vain, and Ma Siniang of Jinling died.
Aixinjueluo. Shucheng's "Inscription on Fantasy Weng Mo Lan"
It is not easy for northerners to love orchids, so they paint orchids to look at real orchids.
My uncle may have the same intention, but the essence is mixed with powder.
The ancients in heaven and earth are all non-masters, and the gods are complete, so they sit in a state of fragmentation.
A quick pen is like a cone scratching paper into pieces, and the broken flowers and leaves contain pure kindness.
When I was sitting in the pavilion, I heard the sound of leopard bags and drums, and lightly smoked tea smoke to offer incense to my ancestors.
The musk deer in the world dares to burn together, but the pen and ink will never rot after being smelled.
Writing poems in an empty room is like a gentleman lingering for a long time.
Although I am grateful for the ride, I am willing to entrust my thoughts to Zhilan.
Gao Peng's "Inscribed Orchid for Zheng Banqiao"
The fragrant fragrance makes people sing, it is suspected that the king of Xiang came to Hangao.
Zhengnai Youfang caused a lot of resentment, and now I can’t bear to read Li Sao.
Yao Fan's "Remembering the Presentation of Broken Branches of Orchids"
Qu Yuan has died. Xiaoxiang is empty, and Cymbidium orchids do not grow in the fragrant grass.
In the Ruan Xiao Zhai in the south of Jielai, the beauty is missing and lovesick.
After a branch is broken and sent to the autumn wind, red beans fall in the west hall during the night rain.
I once composed the Yilan chapter, who can tell me about the empty mountain drum.
I am begging for ice silk strings.
Bao Yiyun's "Lan Yu Pian"
You don't know the spring in the quiet fragrance, but the spring comes to the peach water.
Recalling the old rain, in the mist of dawn.
In the past, I admired you, but I was so graceful and ridiculed.
To the south of the mountain, Qingchuan and Lu are like this.
The autumn rain is coming, and the eaves are pregnant with flower stamens.
The cool wax wine is extremely cold, and the soil is dry and does not breed ants.
Leading into the room, the north wind blows.
The roots are dark and decayed, and the body is ignorant of physiology.
If the long-term friendship does not end with resentment, who can I rely on when the matchmaker returns to work?
The alliance between wine and flowers is as smooth as driving away when the flowers are gone.
Sun Xi is sad alone, who can believe in her beauty?
Wang Wenzhi's "Ke Yun Master Mo Lan Juanzi" (four poems)
Who dyed the spring marks with light ink, and the thin leaves and sparse flowers leaned against the stone roots.
The ancient moss in one courtyard is not swept away, and the heavy curtains touch the ground at dusk.
At the beginning of spring sleep, I feel busy with the sound of birds, but before I leave, the yellow garden is getting longer.
When you have a nose tour with an eminent monk, you will see that there is no fragrance at all but the real fragrance.
After the rain, I looked at the wet hair in the small pond, and even read Chu Sao in the Red Mansion.
Because of the long-standing relationship with Youlan, Jianya is still close to Xianggao.
The spring pistils in the southern core are blooming, and the sun is late in the dining room.
The Japanese paper is as green as the water, and I am leisurely writing Guangwei poems in front of the flowers.
"Orchid"
The female heroine Jinling Ma Siniang still smells like gum when she sucks it.
Linfeng wrote about the Xiangjiang River, which attracted the poet's heart.
Luo Pin's "Qiulan Wenshi"
There are no chrysanthemums in September this year, and it's easy to smile if you want to carve autumn chrysanthemums.
After I finished the painting, I looked at it and regretted it. The painting was so beautiful that Jiang Yan was overwhelmed.
Kong Jihan's "My Nephew Solan" (two poems)
The orchid is like a beautiful woman, not showing off with sex.
Suddenly the breeze blew and the fragrance hit the courtyard.
I remember the king of Xiangzhong with deep affection.
I beg you to beg for help from the Nine Wanyings, and you will be able to make three beneficial friends for me.
When I wake up from a dream at noon through the window, I can enjoy the fragrance in darkness.
To accompany Jian Xiu, there is a volume of Li Sao.
Gao E's "Gifts from the Orchid"
The Jiuwan Immortal has a fragrant body, and his support roots are only close to Yuanxiang.
A river is full of concubines and concubines, and it is cold in August.
Who knows that everyone is taboo and teaches you how to admire the fragrance?
When reading from Li Sao with deep sadness, Tianwen is always the most uncertain.
Zhang Shiyuan's "Planting Orchids"
Orchids grow with mixed grasses, growing beside the road.
The grass dominates the rain and dew, while the orchids are solitary and lack the light.
I have just seen it, but I am still hesitant.
I don’t hate that the grass is full of color, I hate that the orchid is not good at hiding.
If you plant orchids under the hall, their stems and leaves will grow longer with each passing day.
When the door is closed, the fragrance is fragrant, and the grass will be safe.
Zhang Lunying's "Orchid Grass"
The orchid has a high quality, but is weak and easy to suffer.
Fragrance cannot be retained, nourishing trees is in vain.
The grass is blooming, bright red and green.
The new rain falls on the idle steps, so graceful.
It is pleasing to the eye but not unpleasant, and it is lacking in strangeness.
Let's chat and play with each other, and admire the charm of others.
Thank Donghuang with a smile, the prosperity and decline are uncertain.
"Orchid" by Sun Yuanxiang (two poems)
Wanran Qinglu was caught by Jiang Gao, and Ye Ye Lingfen came out of Suhao.
A state of separation, with only mud and murals remaining.
It is written so that the spiritual roots are nine and fragrant, and the jade fork is spread high to see Xiaoxiang.
The spring breeze blows through the idle butterflies, looking for fragrance outside the painting.
Zhang Wentao's "Orchid" (two poems)
I occasionally inspected a few orchid paintings, and the charm of each one was different.
The high flowers are flying and the low flowers are laughing, leaning against the spring breeze without knowing it.
I occasionally checked Li Sao to write a few lines, and then I thought of painting Xiaoxiang.
The hundreds of species of grass along the river are not as fragrant as the orchids.
Chu Hua's "Ode to Orchids"
On the misty pine path in the desert, thousands of Yao flowers break through the cold spring.
The moon is bright, the old crane flies into the sky, and the beauty comes down the mountain and walks on the shadow of flowers.
The morning dew washes, the east wind blows, the fragrant mist wets the clothes, you don’t know.
I have been harboring resentment in my heart for a long time, and I have been repairing the moth green across the Xiangjiang River.
"Self-written Orchid" by Shen Cai
It rains and winds for ten days in spring, and the orchid leaves are still fragrant and have not broken through the bushes.
Chaixi inkstone has just thawed out, and the ink color is green.
"Gu Nanya's Attendance to Reading Hua Lan Ge" by Shengshi
The Emperor of Xiangjiang played the Yao harp and wandered around the fragrant kingdoms in a trance.
The painter from Soochow is good at Gu Yong, and he writes wonderfully about the heart and quality of orchids.
The celestial beings are graceful and empty, intentionally or unintentionally artificial.
The pearl curtain rolls and the jade hook falls, and thousands of flowers smile to shame the group.
The young shoots are thin and the silver hooks are small, and the smoke of musk and ink snails lingers.
If you strive to capture the beauty of the film, you will forget your words and dexterity.
Reflecting on last night’s drunken drinking, singing alone at dusk on the terrace.
The fairy mantle goes away in the wind, and the flower energy leaves me with the soul of poetry.
The man who painted the orchid is a native of Lantai, and his character is very similar to that of the orchid painter.
The grass in Dianchi Lake is green and weedy, and you can pick fragrant flowers from far away.
On one side of the Qiujiang River, the blue city is surrounded by misty clouds.
The beautiful face is separated by the fragrant mist, and the love is not visible.
Yantai sings the sunset, and the leisurely mood is unique to Cangzhou.
When you returned to Han Dynasty, your calligraphy and ink flourished, but I already tolerated the beauty and it was completely different.
The breeze blows in the plain paper, and the gentle breeze blows in the plain paper, and Heng Gao is still thinking about the beautiful king.
It is a pleasure to flirt with beauties, and the ink and flowers are like drunkenness and splashing Hunan smoke.
Wang Zhenyi's "Painting with Su Xinlan Inscribed on Su Xinlan" (two poems)
Xie Tingyou's special support root is unique and unique like this.
The quality is suitable for Chen Qingyu's case, the east wind is beginning to blow up the green yarn? .
Emperor Xiao Sao's son Sanlu Fu, scattered kings and grandsons Jiu Wan map.
Ever since Jiang Gao left it behind, it has been raining and complaining every year.
Looking at flowers and painting are also energetic, and Chu Zechun's double hooks are said to be good.
The swallowtail fish rides behind after a bad time, and recognizes its predecessor in the light of the wind and the moon.
A contract can only be called a contract when the relationship is perfect, and the true nature can only be seen when the quality is flawless.
Cut my Yaojian to report shamelessly, and don’t teach blue eyes to miss the dust.
He Shaoji's "Su Xin Lan"
The deep heart is too Su Jue Sravaka, and the spiritual roots of regret are suppressed by all the fans.
The everlasting pure wind carries a crooked son, and the white moon on the river hangs on the king of Xiang.
When the fragrance is too light, it turns into honey; when the color is true, it turns into clouds.
The garden pavilions are all occupied by the autumn light, so there are strange texts in response to the ice and snow.
Tao Shu's "Inscription of Mo Lan as a Gift to Yin Yuesan"
The painting method of tiger heads is incomparable in ancient times, and today's painters seem to be in a trance.
The smoke and ink dots bring out new ideas, and the fragrance is full of fragrance on the silk base.
Because of its wild roots, it is different from other flowers, and its noble spirit is like my son.
In front of Zhang Xiang’s painting screen, I have a good dream about the water of Xiangjiang River in autumn.
Gong Zizhen's "Inscription on Orchids in a Pot" (four poems)
I recall yesterday living in seclusion under a cliff, in the desert spring mountains where there were few woodcutters.
Xili and Li are often used as bitter bamboo clothes, and they are often worn by turtles and gliders.
Tianrong does not need a matchmaker, but his poor position requires his talent.
Treasuring it does not start from today, it will linger for thousands of years when you go out of the mountain.
The four officials in Huatang are under the red sky, and there are so many bright moons in the Xie family.
I can hear night whispers in the turquoise tent, Xie Niang's new illness can make poetry and demons.
The strange cold in February breaks down thousands of trees, and the severe frost carves bright candles every night.
Who is under the small screen? Edit the cloud servant girl and change it to new green.
Whose son is your posthumous title? Your heart will be so red as to die.
Others mistakenly thought she had light makeup and asked her what she looked like.
I don’t have to worry about my piano until it is broken, and my good name will last forever.
Acacia people come and go in dreams, An Neng can accompany you and you have four sorrows.
The beautiful clouds in Yanshan are not delicate, and there are several piles of elixirs that have not yet sprouted in spring.
The calamus antler is born just like it, and the daughter is as proud as a god.
Xuanzhou paper craftsmanship renders thinly, so where can the artist find gold?
Farewell to the spring breeze, the scenery is empty, and the porcelain basins are scattered against the rocks.
Wang Duan's "Orchid"
Spring is in the beautiful green jade branches, when the Xiaoxiang smoke is pale and the moon is bright.
Thousands of years have passed since I was alone, and I have not allowed Du Ruo to know.
"Wang Yunxiang's Scroll of Orchid Painting" (four poems)
It is a cold moonlit night at Fanyu Mountain in the Qing Dynasty, and pine flowers fall like rain on the fairy altar.
I leaned against the window and tried the golden pot of ink for the first time. After writing, my spirit flew away and I painted orchids.
Yao Sheng blows through the feathers and clothes, and the rustling microwave dreams of Bixiang.
The interpretation is that the autumn scenery is written for quiet flowers, and the beautiful woman is originally Duran.
My eyebrows are wearing Manjusri and my eyebrows are faint. I pick up the flower and smile to understand the orchid.
The forest palace on Fulong Lake is quiet, and I remember the people listening to the rain on the empty mountain.
Bidu is red and graceful, and the flowers and leaves are dancing on the ice.
I recognize Chanjuan at dusk, and recall the jade flute in Yangzhou under the bright moon.
Qi Xizao's "Secret Orchid"
There is no one in the empty mountain, but I know there are secluded orchids.
The flowers are invisible and the fragrance is clear and pleasant.
The flying current flows down dangerous cliffs, sometimes blocked by cross winds.
I haven’t smelled the fragrance for a long time, and I am worried about the credit on the road deep in the mountains.
The grass is so green, and the bright morning glow shines brightly.
How so close, it is as small as the end of the sky.
Sitting on a white stone with a piano, I sighed three times at dusk.
Wei Yuan's "The Silla Mountain Man's Drunk Pen and Ink Orchid Song"
Last night the drunken intestines were in full bloom, and the ink pond was dormant and startled by spring thunder.
The withered ones play like roots, and the chaotic ones bend into buds.
The flowers are draped horizontally and randomly, sometimes painting orchids and plum blossoms.
The faint fragrance slants the shadow on the front steps of the window, and I suspect that the cursive script messed with the monk's cup.
The smell of wine and the fragrance of orchids are blowing in, and Zhang Dian is soaked in the green lotus cup.
It’s so magical that it’s like a ghost, it’s like a fairy, please let me admire you.
Pan Zunqi's "Inscription on a Painted Orchid" (two poems)
After reading Li Sao, I felt lost and lost my mind, and my dreams fell beside the piano in the cool night.
I wonder if there is a lonely person sleeping on a stone on the lonely Xiangjiang River.
The unparalleled secluded posture overwhelms the fragrance, and is willing to follow the red and purple spring sun.
The colorful stones and yellow magnets are not as good as the fragrance of the empty mountain.
Zong Can's "Orchid as a Gift from Sister Xie Wansheng"
I have loved growing plums and orchids throughout my life. It is easy to grow plum blossoms but difficult to grow orchids.
Thousands of lovesickness will not disappear, but the remaining clear dreams linger in Hunan.
The cool breeze suddenly brings fragrance, and the beauty comes to the empty valley.
I offered a new branch to the bile vase, and my eyebrows moved with joy.
Famous flowers are the most popular in China, and those who give them will be more happy.
Recalling my farewell under the ancient plum forest, I heard the sound from afar but asked about Qingluan.
The fragrance traces are separated by the heart, which brings me the fragrance of autumn.
Seeing flowers is like seeing a beautiful face, and I often look at the dressing table without saying anything.
Zhang Yin's "Writing Orchid"
Looking at the clouds in the Chu sky, the moon is falling on the cold autumn river.
The emperor's son is not alive, so he writes a shadow.
Qin Shusheng's "Painting Orchids for People" (three poems)
The exposed bones are not covered, and the wind suddenly breaks the heart.
If the king has not been king for a long time, he will know who he is.
Some people are also fond of themselves, so why should they fall in love with the empty valley?
Abandonment is accidental, and destiny has no shame.
Cold flowers have late seasons, which still hurt the autumn of heaven and earth.
Although each is a show for a while, it is about shame and love.
Wang Diansen's "Autumn Orchid"
The leisurely courtyard is quiet and the fragrance permeates the book curtains.
Looking up at the orchid in the basin, a branch is blooming.
Autumn is already too late, so it is too late to start.
The sound of wind shakes the thin forest, and frost stains stain the hair on the temples.
The solitary fragrance is rewarded, and the good friend can be expected.
I am also a simple-hearted person, when can I comfort my thoughts.
"Yong Orchid" by Chiang Zi
The music was played on a bright moonlit night, when the beauty was thinking and the water was gurgling.
How the fragrant grass loses its way and scatters traces of fragrance all over the world.
Tan Sitong's "Painting Orchids"
The sound of wild geese blows in dreams down the Yangtze River, and the Chu bamboos and Xiang sails rise into the dusk waves.
If the emperor's son does not come, the ghosts in the mountains will cry, and one day of wind and rain will write about Li Sao.
Liu Hao's "Orchid"
The deep forest embraces the tranquility without saying a word, relying on the breeze to send distant fragrance.
Why not stick to the moss when it opens, but refuse to fall in love with the golden vase when it is closed.
Zhang Yunlong's "Painting Orchid"
This is the first flower in Youzhen, not the only flower with peach and plum blossoms, only clouds.
Collecting incense may lead to a path, and it is also written that the spring mountain is covered by it.
Shi Chefan's "Inscription on Orchid"
The beauty is in the empty valley, separated from the current frost.
The quiet ground makes flowers bloom early, and the spring breeze produces ancient fragrance.
There is a stream full of water, and the lonely guests look at each other from a distance.
How can you bear to give up if you don’t pick it up? There is no way to use it.
I would like to receive a gift of a son, wearing Luo Qishang.
Don’t give away the middle way, it will retain its fragrance for thousands of years.
Yue Lian's "Self-Inscribed Painting of Orchids"
Treasure of the fragrant bushes is meant to be forgotten and indifferent.
There is a natural standard outside the world, and I am willing to marry the spring breeze with peaches and plums.
Jing Nuo's "Ode to the Autumn Orchid"
The long forests and grasses enter the autumn wasteland, and their unique beauty brings out the evening fragrance.
Every time I look forward to the wind, I feel proud, but I want to stay fragrant after the frost.
The appreciation of celebrities is still admirable, and the people who know the music in the empty valley are proud of themselves.
A kind of loneliness has been there through the ages, and Xiangjiang's poems and poems were played in Qing Dynasty and Shang Dynasty.
Jin Yongjue's "Late Spring Orchid Collection"
Yue Xia Lanyi sits deep, spending time cultivating his poetic heart.
The spring orchid has already seen thousands of flowers in chaos, and the courtyard is silent and I hear a bird singing.
The smoke is scattered, the tea stove is singing, and the clouds are moving on the wall and the mountain harp is ringing.
Xunfang has recently made fun of her wealth, but only allows her distinguished friends to enjoy the music alone.
Zhou Yifan's "Orchid"
The green buds bloom on the purple calyx, and the new year is sunny and snowy.
I once opened my eyes and had a strange dream, but I didn’t allow myself to feel sorrow and resentment.
The spring breeze in the valley is fragrant, and the night rain on the empty steps is heart-warming.
Who would know that there is such a fragrance in the world if you don’t stand by the beautiful stone and yellow porcelain.
Zhou Yiduan's "Yong Orchid"
The peaches and plums are more colorful, higher than the five-foot-high pine.
This path is shaded by orchids, with purple velvet in the middle.
If the rain and fog cannot reach it, the grass will be sealed for everyone.
The shepherd boy eats the cud of wild rice and follows him with his sword and knife.
I am walking by the spring stream, feeling pity for your frosty face.
Transplant the seeds as a beautiful window, and the beauty will be lush and green.
Don’t let flowers bloom too early to wither, as it’s hard to meet a close friend again.
Yang Yisheng's "Orchid"
The fragrance and charm are natural, with four or five green stems scattered throughout.
How can you get the name of a beautiful woman if you are indifferent and content with the grass.
Li Ciming's "Ti Zhen Mo Orchid"
I want to pick up the fragrance from afar, and Zheng Gong's letters are colorful.
When the guests in the empty hall are gone and the wind comes, I always look for poems around the wall.
"Two Quatrains on the Title of Zhen Hua Orchid"
(Part 1)
Singing out the Qiao family's jasper poem, a bush of vanilla is the most lovesick.
I can’t bear to change my baht clothes and dance, and when the wind and dew are blowing, I feel sad and ready to fall.
(Part 2)
The graceful and plump muscles are extremely beautiful, and the beautiful figure in the mirror is pitiful.
The beauty of Emei is clearly there, and it has been ten years since she failed her heart.
"Inscribed on the Three Wonders of the Ceremony and Painting of Orchids at the Gengxu Branch of Pan Xingzhang"
(Part 1)
The empty bodies are all showing off their ideas, and they are speechless in the wind. Wander.
After twenty-three years of separation, I once wrote a portrait in the empty mountain.
(Part 2)
Listening to the pipa in groups across the curtain, the lonely heart of the piano is in the sea.
Thousands of white lotus flowers are fragrant, and who will pay attention to Zhao Changhua in the pavilion?
(Part 3)
If you want to give up your diligence but cannot control yourself, Weilan goes to send her lovesickness.
When the weather is cold and the sun sets, Xiaoxiang is far away, and I use moxibustion on the stove to write the Songs of Chu.
Qiu Jin's "Orchid"
Nine Wan flowers are of unique quality, and are most suitable for hairpins to help a beautiful woman's head.
As soon as I came to visit the master, I was ashamed to compete with ordinary people.
Ten orchid poems
Love orchids
I am not born with a preference for orchids, it is because of my natural beauty.
The green grass blows in the breeze, and the delicate fragrance refreshes the heart.
Looking for orchids
My favorite orchids are full of love, and I am happy to find them in the spring breeze in the mountains.
Climb the dangerous rocks and push away the thorns, and you will smile at the first sight of your beauty.
Picking orchids
The clouds and fog cover the gurgling streams, and I climb high and climb the cliffs to find orchids.
Adopt exotic plants and flowers to delight your eyes and forget hunger and cold.
Raising orchids
There are dozens of orchids on the balcony, looking at the sun and the sun.
I am not afraid that you will laugh at me or say that I am crazy.
Appreciating orchids
Put orchids in pots and plant them in pots. The fragrant fragrance attracts butterflies.
It makes me sleepy in the middle of the night, and the lamp shines on the beauty to observe carefully.
Dream Orchid
I went to the mountain to collect orchids infatuatedly, and I didn’t stop to plant many potted plants after I came back.
Looking at the beautiful fairy shadow three times a day, it opens in my dreams many times.
Drawing an orchid
Use a few strokes of ink on a square of rice paper to draw orchids blooming in spring.
I didn’t know that the fragrance of ink was the fragrance of flowers, which attracted Butterfly Hall.
Title: Orchid
The orchids on the balcony are cleverly arranged to reflect the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The fragrance of heaven sent by the wind refreshes the heart, and the wolf hair expresses the heart.
Read Orchid
Since the son has been called the king, the fragrance is fragrant, and the orchid in the empty valley is fragrant all over the world.
Growing and raising several pots shows the charm, and makes me read poetry and poetry.
Yong Orchid
The green grass grows in the valley, and the sunbathing dew is calm.
God-given fragrance comes from afar, attracting butterflies to clear the wind.
Ode to Orchid Poems
Zhang Xueliang
Fang was famous all over the world and settled in thousands of families.
The leaves stand upright and contain righteousness, and the flowers are not floating when you grind them.
Evergreen fights the severe cold and spends the summer with a smile.
The true gentleman among flowers is elegant in his grace.
Aixinjueluo. Xuanye's "Autumn Orchid"
The flowers in front of the palace are fragrant orchids. In the past, people called them the king's fragrance, and they also regarded Fang as a gentleman. Because of the four inscriptions rhyme.
The autumn color of Yiyi is blue, and the leaves are so green.
Those who love this king are fragrant and the flowers show in the courtyard.
The fragrance is scattered in the sky, and the shadows are still in the sparse lattice.
Isn’t it necessary that Jiu Wan is too much to waste the Li Sao Sutra?