Poems about Sapium sebiferum 1. Luhuadang poems
White-headed green gauze tent
Ink on the horizon of northern rock
The wind and dance make waves.
In Qiu Ren, the sun sets and the leaves are silent.
Autumn sorrow is infinite, and geese leave people.
Winter is coming, and sometimes it snows in the morning.
Spring awakens the catkins of birch trees.
Clouds lie hidden in a thousand hills under the clouds.
Sparse butterflies are tired and confused,
Mo Lengzheng's old dream remains the same.
Poetry and painting Yang Guanxu,
Ruyan Liu, the ink storage office.
Jiangcun is that thing.
Sikongshu
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.
Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
In the Song and Zhou Dynasties, the teacher became a hooligan in Bai Yue, Huang Wei, and Ye was pitiful.
In the Song Dynasty, Zhang forgot to spend the night in Luhua, and got up and mistakenly thought it was snowy.
In the Song Dynasty, Yang Huizhi dyed maple leaves with new frost, and the bright moon waxed reed flowers.
There is a saying that in the Song Dynasty, there was a lot of make-up, the jade tiles were smooth, and the reeds brushed lightly.
In the Song Dynasty, outside Zhao Nanxuan's door, the wind and bamboo were calm for a while, and the reeds swayed with the sound of the oars.
Bai Niao pulled the curtain and went outside. The wind was calm and the boat stopped.
West-Zheng Xiang, Guo Song is a famous monastery, and there are 89 temples in the west.
Fish has nowhere to sell, and wine is sold as reed flowers.
The six characters in the mountain road are sent to Taoist Cui. In the Song Dynasty, the warm clouds are in danger, and the sun sinks and the boat is moored to the flat sand.
Alas, when I went home, the smoke in the kitchen rose from a distance.
Fisherman Song Zhu Where is the fisherman's home in Ji Fang? He used to stay in Lu Hua for a long time.
Last night, it was snowing in Jiangcun, and 100 yuan bought hemp fiber.
I didn't know that Zhao Fanfeng was red and white until I was sent there, and the ship was moored at night.
An old friend dreams all his life, and the drizzle says acacia.
The poem of Eight Scenes of Wild Goose Scenery in Pingsha, Xiaoxiang, calls for lovers to go to the cold pavilion and compete for lodging in the reed calyx.
At midnight, the fisherman got up and flew down.
At the time of inscription, there were ten hidden tree paintings in Baijiang Village, King Song, which were sent to Zheng Hong from afar.
The sky is blue, who will continue the wind?
Liu Dongpo deadwood fishing village photos. Song and sun should be in the sunset, the geese shadow the river, and the moon is drunk.
Beg me to smoke a leaf and accompany you to the side of Mount Cisse.
There are new geese in Lu Hua, Song Boren. They are surrounded by water.
Pure non-human, my poem is incomplete.
The Beauty of Harmony: Four lonely Hezhou Nights by Sima Guang in Hezhou Song Dynasty, with reed flowers around the city.
Lonely guests have not slept for a long time, and the window lights are cold.
Song Shi Zuqin's melancholy autumn atmosphere, while Qiu Guang is indifferent.
Egrets fly into the distant sky, like the bright moon and reeds.
Song Hongzi is caught in a thousand poles, and the rain is red and the frost is purple.
Silent and distant sails came, flapping the clear seagulls.
Wendy, Song and Dong are four tall, the four seas are shallow, and the lonely city is deeper.
Who plays the flute on the boat and blows it into the reed forest?
Ten wild steps, a few residual willows in the song dynasty, and two rock reeds in the west wind.
The weeds are far away, and the sunset brings the cattle back to the crow.
On the river, I saw several fishing boats embarrassed by public servants. Yuan Hongdao's fishing rod was frosted at dawn and his clothes were thin.
An acre of land that was not registered as an official was also sent by the official.
Fisherman Qing Nalan Xingde collects nylon rods, and autumn wind is better than lotus.
People are foggy and blown into reeds.
2. Describe a bleak poem
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Where were those lost times before me? I'll never see you again. I miss heaven and earth. There is no limit and no end. I'm lonely and my tears fall down.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I have been lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If my bosom friend appreciates it, I won't refuse to sing the most difficult and elegant songs for him.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable; Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.
This feeling can't be solved by relying on a small bench.
3. Poems about wisteria
Ancient times: wisteria
Wang Shizhen
The dream is unique and graceful.
Nanjiao will be more beautiful, and Xiling pine and cypress are concentric.
Xia's cutting is confused with light, and rain's cutting is lingering with smoke.
Zi Xue, half the president, didn't come for nothing. He threw a hair clasp group to recite the scriptures.
Wisteria tree
Lipper
Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are suitable for spring.
Tibetan songs bird with dense leaves is a beautiful woman.
Modern: Wisteria/Wen Kexin
The branches and vines of wisteria
Twisted between my dreams
I looked at the precipitated purple.
That little bud
Is my cradle.
My touch swayed among the flowers.
Is it a pity?
As beautiful as it used to be.
Everything that needs to go is gone.
Those who shouldn't have left have left.
at present
I'm the only one
I left with a dream.
Just disappear.
Those vines
Is my only thought.
Purple petals
Green branches and vines
I heard.
The flower fairy calls at night
And the sound of the piano
When I realized it,
She died, as if into thin air had died.
There is one left.
Purple flower
Life de house
Maybe she can really kick me out.
Dream of going to see flowers
I just can't bear to leave her.
Just like I can't bear to make the world I love suffer.
Purple is like spirituality, right?
I cann't believe I cried
I smiled and gently wiped away her tears.
Inadvertently looking at the sky.
sky
Just dawn
Chinese wistaria
Wisteria is as beautiful as a waterfall.
How like the soft hair of your shawl.
Every time I kiss the flowers.
I always want to express my inner feelings.
I like your gorgeous colors.
Love you more, generous and elegant.
I will cherish every petal.
Take it around the world.
It is said that fate often goes wrong between yin and yang.
Wrong is wrong. What's to be afraid of?
Life is like flowers in four seasons.
Every season will produce wonderful flowers.
If you are a snowflake in winter
I am a tall and straight branch.
May you land gently on my branch.
Form a more spectacular and beautiful picture
I don't know which one you want!
4. catkin poetry
1, the fragrance of spring is overflowing, and the snow group has green stripes. -Mrs. Zhang's Catkin
2. No matter how red the peach blossoms are, raw catkins are whiter than cotton. -Du Fu's "Sending Six Servants to Korea"
3. Pine branches are the tails of cockroaches and catkins are used by silkworms. -Gu Kuang's "Appreciating the Forever Master of Baita Temple in Yangzhou"
4, the breeze blows catkins, and new fire smoke comes out of the kitchen. -Jia Dao's "Seeing Friends off at Riverside Garden in Qingming Festival"
5, the silver plate is piled with catkins, and the sleeves are beaten with Qiong crumbs. -Bai Juyi is playing with fire and snow
6. Elm pods can only follow the catkins and walk around in the empty garden. -Han Yu's Late Spring
7. Tree-headed bees must hold flowers, while pond fish blow catkins. -Hanhe "Canchun Hotel"
8, both are catkins, and the income is playboy. -Li Shangyin's Butterfly
9, catkin apricot flowers can not stay, singing everywhere with the wind. -Lin Kuan's Qujiang
10, catkins are snowing in Ying Fei, and Yao Ji branches are frosting outside. -Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Hu Ling's" Xianggong Spring "
1 1, apricot-scented wheat porridge, catkins swaying. -Liu, "Cold Food Drama Gift"
12, peach blossom powder, Nanpu, catkins beside the water were changed by the spring breeze. -Meng Jiao's Nanpu Chapter
13, sunset at Dongmen, peach and plum blossom, Liu Xufei. -Wang Wei's Poems on the Palace of Harmony
14, pear flowers should be folded and catkins should fly. -Miracle's "Cold Food Day with Friends"
15, peach blossoms are everywhere in spring, and catkins pile up snow to abandon suspicion. -Liu Jian's Fang Chun
5. Poems about the Red Wall
Poems about the Red Wall
Jiang Shenzi/Jiang (DPRK)
I met Mei Fang early last year. Spring is very busy. Short red wall. I can't help it. I'm crazy. It was still a good thing that Su Jin stayed in Zhai for a long time, so he called me and took me away. This year's Chun Qing is even more boundless. Shallow palace makeup. Break someone's intestines. A little sentimental, sweet in the bones. Lai asked Yin Duo to accompany me, Xiaohengtang.
Make a mistake (toward Bu Zhi)
I was jealous of Emei in the palace and resigned from you for ten years. Cui sleeves are afraid of cold, and there is nowhere to repair bamboo. Today, I am near your home, and I am looking forward to a good car. Yishui red wall, hate for no reason.
Jade case (DPRK)
Ten years is not everyone's doorway. It's embarrassing to believe that the horse is on the reins. Yufu is still young. Palace flowers on the head, smoke under the furnace, it is always morning. Xia Yi turned his hands, and the immortals all laughed. People who hate dust tend to get old in spring. Worried people occupied the court. Red walls cover the sky, smoke locks people, and drizzle fans grass.
Dai Ying (Li Shangyin)
It turns out that Han Yin is a red wall, separated from Lujia Bai Yutang.
Anyone who reported the news to Wang Chang knows about 36 mandarin ducks.
Night Cry (Liu Ying)
Far hate me for pestering willows, and dreams grow around pears. The blue man remembers the chapter, the platform is on the moon, and the jade whip is oblique. Green mirror tears sleeves, red wall drunk ink cage yarn. It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.
Shu Qingyuan (Gan Long)
Stone Runoff Springs, Xiaotian is the wonder.
Trees hang ice for rain and build warm jade smoke.
Kneel around the red wall, Zijuan Gelian.
It is best to be in a dark green place, in a secluded place.
Moshanxi (anonymous)
Heavy Li Moyun, but the meaning is still unfinished. Know Yuxian, live alone, and live in Village Creek and Yuewu. It's good to be in the West Lake. The moon rises early, the snow disappears late, and the red wall is instantly lit. The cold tip has a little calyx and a little fly head. To show your heart, it seems that you are afraid, and apply Zhu Hongzi. It's thin to die for love. He can wake people up alone, face the country, attack the breeze, and sing Li Sao sentences.
6. Poems about palm trees
1, the leaves are as green as new pu and the body is like a mess.
From Ode to Palm Trees by Tang Dynasty poet Xu Zhongya.
Original poem
Ode to palm trees
The leaves are like new pu green, and the body is like brocade. Ren Jun peeled off his skin thousands of times, and his spirit was high.
translate
Leaves like new pu green, body like brocade. You can peel off brocade again and again without changing your ambition.
2. Sapium sebiferum trees are tall and palm trees are low, and empty ears peck yellow chickens.
It's from two quatrains in silence by Yao Xie, a poet in Qing Dynasty.
Original poem
The second quatrain in silence
Sapium sebiferum has a high palm tree and a low palm tree. Quite a guest has a dream of returning home, and he cries at the Western Wall every night.
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The tall palm trees of Sapium sebiferum are lower, and the empty steps are pecked by yellow chickens. Zhike has a dream of returning home, and Western Wall cries too slowly.
3, the wind destroys the cold brown sound, and the moon is sad and frosty.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Dugu"
Original poem
See you alone
Who is the white horse? Huanglong frontier fortress.
Three feet of snow in Tianshan Mountain, is it a long way?
Spring sticks to autumn grass, and chickens crow in the west pool.
The wind destroys the cold brown ring, and the moon is sad when it enters the frost.
Remember to say goodbye to you, peach moth.
The peach is more than a hundred feet today, and the flowers have withered.
Finally, I can't see it alone, but I know it with tears in my eyes.
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Who is the young man on the white horse? He is a soldier who has rendered meritorious service in guarding the city on the border of Longcheng. Tianshan Mountain is freezing now, and the snow is three feet thick. How is this time suitable for long-distance travel? The orchids in spring suddenly withered and turned into autumn grass, and the beauty in the boudoir has reached twilight. In this bleak and lonely late autumn, there is a creaking shuttle sound coming from the edge of Quchi.
It was the sound of the wind blowing the cold shuttle, and the moon was accompanied by clear frost, which showed the infinite sadness of women in the boudoir in late autumn. I still remember the year I left my husband, the peach tree planted in front of my door and her Qi Mei. Today, peach trees are 100 feet high. After decades of blooming and falling, many branches have withered. I will never see my husband back again, only sad tears will flow.
4. The smoky scenery is clear and dark brown.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Can's "Dengjiazhou Lingyun Temple"
Original poem
Climb the Lingyun Temple in Jiazhou
There are birds outside the temple, and Qingfeng wears a bamboo building.
Hit the wall into the air, and my head was tilted with joy.
Almost knowing that the universe is vast, look down at Sanjiang.
Looking at Emei in a clear sky, Wan Li seems to have risen to the top of the wave.
It's vast and smoky, dark and brown.
I hope to cut the middle edge of the area and stay away from the dust forever.
Return air blows a tiger's den, and rain makes a dragon.
The monk's room is cloudy, and the summer moon is cold.
When the circle is near Guo, you can watch the boat when you are lonely.
There is no clue to victory, but you can stay in the heavenly palace for a long time.
It's sad to want to leave.
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The courtyard is higher than the birds, and the top of the green wears the red building. Follow the cliff to mid-air, and climb up the mountain with joy in my heart. I just felt that the universe was suddenly enlightened and looked down at the surging water of the Three Rivers. Looking at the moth's eyebrows from a distance, it seems to be floating on that wave. The smoke covered the weather and the surrounding trees were lush.
I would like to break the fate of the world and wander out of the dust forever. The whirlwind passes through the tiger's den, and showers float down from time to time. The temples are gloomy and chilly in summer. Overlooking the nearby city, overlooking 32 fishing boats in the distance. It's hard to see the beautiful scenery in front of you, so stay on the Tiangong as long as possible. As an official, this is not enough. I still feel sad after resigning!
5, the medicine strips are moist green, and the color is too brown to enter the grass pavilion.
Four quatrains written by Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
Four quatrains, the fourth
The medicine strips are moist green and too brown to enter the grass pavilion.
The seedlings are full of shame, and the roots dare not form.
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The branches and leaves of herbs grow green, and the green overflows the brown pavilion and enters the grass pavilion. I am ashamed of the reputation of "Miao people are empty mountains", but I am afraid that their roots will not take shape in the dry soil.
7. Poems about plows
1. A bed of mandarin ducks is made into two nights, and pear trees overwhelm Haitang. (Su Dongpo)
2. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can)
Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. (Bai Juyi)
4. Pears are pale, willows are dark green, and willows are full of flowers. (Su Dongpo)
5. Tea weaving ridges boast persimmons, and clear gas sells wine and pear blossoms. (Li Shangyin)
6. Make a pile of snow with pear blossoms. Who will lean on the railing next year? (Du Mu)
7. The screen window is fading, and there is no tears in the golden house. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. (Liu) According to
Although Laoshan was closed, it spent the spring in Chang 'an. I wonder who this beautiful night belongs to. (Anonymous Miscellaneous Poems)
9. Initiate lips, golden wind and laurel seeds, and call residual dreams, light rain and pear blossoms. (Jade Butterfly)
10. Songbian Road, Songling, Yuehanhu Village. Dimly discernible pear blossoms enter the dream cloud. Patrol, small eaves incense tree spring. Jiang Meixin, kingfishers crow. (Yuan Zhen Wu Shi [Lu Nan] Jin Zijing)
The above is for reference.