Year: Ming Author: Liu Ji
Glory is not necessarily glory, all melons in the garden have bitter gourd.
I remember the withered nanmu trees by the water. They used to sprout and grow leaves and spit flowers.
2. Ode to136
Year: Song Author: Shi Jue
Today is 15th, and the Ming Dynasty is 16th.
Bitter gourd tastes sweet, loose and straight.
Build an old man, wear clothes in summer,
Ice bath in severe winter, self-improvement,
In vain, just like today's Zen and peace.
In twos and threes, under the forest by the water,
Cold enough to catch fire, hot enough to enjoy the cool,
Who cares if you turn it upside down? Turn it upside down.
Jade is also amazing, but I'm afraid it's not jade.
3. Damozan
Year: Song Author: Shi Shiti
Wan Fuxi came to old bones without following the principle of quicksand.
The front teeth were knocked out, and the mute ate bitter gourd as before.
4. Ming Sect
Year: Song Author: Shi Fancong
The moss road is poor, and there are no flowers on the rootless trees.
A flower becomes an empty fruit, a bitter gourd within reach.
2. What poems describe bitter gourd? 1. "Crossing the Sea at the Night of June 20" Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty
On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.
Who decorated the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors.
In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.
I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.
2. "Topic Komatsu" Tang Li Shangyin
Pity that you are alone in the courtyard, and the leaves are light and cloudy.
Although peaches and plums are lonely when they are in full bloom, they will only bloom when there is more snow and frost.
A few times a year, it becomes a dry and glorious thing, and it is a step forward.
For Xie Xiyuan, I shook my sorrow into nothingness.
3. Modern culture of bitter gourd poetry
It is the shame of litchi brocade.
Bitter taste can be painful, but the heart can be clear.
In the end, we fought for the same thing, and we were never proud of it.
Not an ordinary product, but full of pride.
4. "Bitter gourd" modern broken jade
The hair is tight and lingering, and the yellow velvet is light and bitter.
There is sweetness in bitterness, and only light remains between lips and teeth.
5. Bitter gourd modern Sun Hai
Yingying is full of green leaves, and the melons and fruits are cut into delicacies.
Cut the rose fan with a knife, stir fry and smell the fragrance.
Bitterness is known in the mouth, and it is sweet to chew.
The strange smell needs tolerance, and adversity does not waver.
3. Poems about Bitter Melon Bitter Melon
Why are you so bitter?
Your life is destined to be so bitter.
Humans didn't find you.
at that time
You are as lonely as death.
Wilderness, hills, you live alone.
Remember the first time I ate you?
I can't wait to get you
Spit at your feet
Step on it again
Later, I was moved by your spirit.
When I eat you again, my aftertaste is bitter.
Maybe you were so popular once.
Maybe that's how stupid people meet.
Maybe it's a life course given to you by God.
Maybe you are a boy who never gives up.
These are all inevitable.
Because you're great.
Do not know when
I can live to be bitter gourd
bitter gourd
-Self-titled poem
The sun shines,
Night dew,
Why did it precipitate into such bitterness?
Just because I have one in my heart
Tiny bitter seeds.
Not despair,
This is not irresistible.
I'm just being myself.
Yu Guangzhong's Poems-White Jade and Bitter Melon
White jade bitter gourd
-The Palace Museum
Like waking up, wake up slowly in the soft light.
It seems that you have been awake for a long time.
Melon is slowly maturing.
Bitter gourd is no longer a bitter color.
The sun grinds and the moon grinds, and the pregnancy is carved.
Look at that stem, that caressing palm.
In which year will the bumper harvest be sucked up in one gulp?
In ancient times, China was fed with milk.
Perfect, round, greasy and full.
These tentacles, constantly expanding outward.
Enrich every butter grape.
Until the tip of the melon, I still stick to the freshness of the day.
The vast Kyushu is only reduced to a map.
When I was young, I didn't know how to fold it.
Spread out endlessly.
As big as my mother in memory, her breasts
You just told that orange?
Her elegant solution uses pedicels and root ropes.
Painful sympathy is hard to satisfy.
Whether it's misfortune or luck, baby.
The love of the whole continent is in a bitter gourd.
Leather shoes have been trampled, horseshoes have been trampled,
The tracks of heavy chariots step on it.
Never left a scar.
It's hard to believe that there is only glass left.
With the blessing of the afterlife.
In the strange light outside time
Cooked, a self-sufficient universe
Full of rot, a fairytale fruit.
Not in the fairy mountain, but on earth.
Long rot, your predecessor, alas, long rot.
A tire-changing hand, a dexterous wrist
I am eager to extradite you.
Laugh at the soul flowing in the white jade
A song sings the bitterness and bitterness of life.
Be extradited forever, and the result will be sweet.
4. Poems about Bitter Melon There are not many poems about Bitter Melon, only the following examples are given: 1, White Jade Bitter Melon seems to wake up like sleeping in the light, and it seems that it has been in soft light for thousands of years. A melon lingers in a mature bitter gourd, and it is no longer a day's pain to grind the moon to find a deep pregnancy. The palm of a leaf caresses a year's harvest, just like sucking the milk nurtured by ancient China. Perfect round, greasy, but full of touch, it keeps expanding outward, filling every buttery grape until the tip of the melon, still stretching the fresh Kyushu of that day and shrinking into a map. When I was a child, I didn't know how to fold it and push it away. That's a mother in memory, and you climbed onto that fertile breast. Is it lucky that the baby clock was trampled by bitter gourd boots and the horseshoe was trampled by the tracks of heavy chariots, leaving no scars? It is hard to believe that this miracle was cooked in strange light outside time with the blessing of the afterlife. A self-sufficient universe is full and will not rot. A fairy fruit is not produced in the fairy mountain, but in the world for a long time. Your predecessor, alas, the hand that only changed your tires for a long time, smiled at your extradition and sang a song of the soul flowing in the white jade, chanting that life was once a melon and suffering was extradited forever, and the result was appreciated: this is a poem about things with profound meaning, profound thought and mature art.
The poet recited the precious cultural relic of the Palace Museum-the bitter gourd carved by white jade. However, this is not just a simple chanting of things, but an expression of feelings with images, which shows the poet's thoughts and feelings of cherishing cultural traditions and wishing China rise. 2. Bitter gourd poetry is effective in litchi brocade, and it is very awkward.
Bitter taste can be painful, but the heart can be clear. In the end, we fought for the same thing, and we were never proud of it.
Not an ordinary product, but full of pride. Where do you need to imitate the beautiful and bright shape of litchi? It looks like a bad grape.
But bitter gourd can make people taste the ups and downs and encourage abstinence. If you want to juxtapose bitter gourd with other melons and fruits, bitter gourd has never been a proud giant fruit.
Not an ordinary melon and fruit, it has its own unique temperament and high style.
5. Poem about Bitter Melon Bitter Melon: Why are you so bitter? Your life is destined to be so bitter. Humans didn't find you. At that time, you were as lonely as a dead wilderness and a mountain, and you lived a lonely life. I remember the first time I ate you. I can't wait to spit you at my feet and stomp on you. Later, I was moved by your spirit and ate you before I remembered the bitterness. Maybe once you were looked after. Perhaps ignorant people know this. Maybe it's a life course given to you by God. Maybe you are a boy who never gives up. It's all because you don't know when I can live to be bitter gourd. Why did you become so miserable? Just because I have a little bitter seed in my heart.
Not desperate, not irresistible. I'm just being myself.
Yu Guangzhong's poem-White Jade Bitter Melon White Jade Bitter Melon-The Palace Museum seems to wake up like sleep, and it seems that it will take a long time to wake up from the unfavorable time. A melon slowly matures into a bitter gourd, which is no longer a bitter day. It grinds the moon and cuts out a deep pregnancy. Seeing the stalks lingering, the palm of the leaf caresses the harvest of which year and wants to suck up the milk that was fed in ancient China. Constantly expand and enrich every milky grape until it reaches the tip of the melon, still stretching the freshness and vastness of Kyushu that day and shrinking into a map. When I was a child, I didn't know how to fold it up and spread out endless memories-like my mother's chest, you turned to that piece of orange? Isn't it lucky that the love of the whole continent in Jason Chung has been stepped on a bitter gourd leather shoe and a horseshoe, and the track of the heavy chariot has no scars, leaving only a glass partition? It is hard to believe that this miracle was cooked in strange light outside time with the blessing of the afterlife. A self-sufficient universe is full without decay, and a fairy fruit is not produced in the fairy mountain, but in the world for a long time. Your predecessor, alas, the hand that only changed your tires for a long time, the hand that skillfully extradited you, smiled at your heart, and circulated a song in the white jade, chanting that life was once a bitter melon and was extradited forever, and the result was sweet.
6. Who has a poem about bitter gourd? Bitter gourd, why are you so bitter? Your life is destined to be so bitter. Humans didn't find you. At that time, you were as lonely as a dead wilderness and a mountain, and you lived a lonely life. I remember the first time I ate you. I can't wait to spit you at my feet and stomp on you. Later, I was moved by your spirit and ate you before I remembered the bitterness. Maybe once you were looked after. Perhaps ignorant people know this. Maybe it's a life course given to you by God. Maybe you are a boy who never gives up. It's all because you don't know when I can live to be bitter gourd. Why did you become so miserable? Just because I have a little bitter seed in my heart.
Not desperate, not irresistible. I'm just being myself.
Yu Guangzhong's poem-White Jade Bitter Melon White Jade Bitter Melon-The Palace Museum seems to wake up like sleep, and it seems that it will take a long time to wake up from the unfavorable time. A melon slowly matures into a bitter gourd, which is no longer a bitter day. It grinds the moon and cuts out a deep pregnancy. Seeing the stalks lingering, the palm of the leaf caresses the harvest of which year and wants to suck up the milk that was fed in ancient China. Constantly expand and enrich every milky grape until it reaches the tip of the melon, still stretching the freshness and vastness of Kyushu that day and shrinking into a map. When I was a child, I didn't know how to fold it up and spread out endless memories-like my mother's chest, you turned to that piece of orange? Isn't it lucky that the love of the whole continent in Jason Chung has been stepped on a bitter gourd leather shoe and a horseshoe, and the track of the heavy chariot has no scars, leaving only a glass partition? It is hard to believe that this miracle was cooked in strange light outside time with the blessing of the afterlife. A self-sufficient universe is full without decay, and a fairy fruit is not produced in the fairy mountain, but in the world for a long time. Your predecessor, alas, the hand that only changed your tires for a long time, the hand that skillfully extradited you, smiled at your heart, and circulated a song in the white jade, chanting that life was once a bitter melon and was extradited forever, and the result was sweet.
7. What are the poems about "Bitter Melon" 1? "Songs of Bamboo Branches (Three Songs)" Time: Ming Author: Liu Ji's glory is not necessarily glory, the melon in the garden is bitter gourd.
I remember the withered nanmu trees by the water. They used to sprout and grow leaves and spit flowers. 2. Year of "Ode to 136 Poems": Song Author: Today, only 15, Ming 16.
Bitter gourd tastes sweet, loose and straight. To support the elderly, wear clothes in summer, take an ice bath in winter, and strive for harmony in vain, like today's Zen, in twos and threes, under the forest by the water, cold turns to fire, and hot enjoys coolness, who cares if you turn it upside down, upside down.
Jade is also amazing, but I'm afraid it's not jade. 3. "Dharma Zan" Year: Song Author: Stone master Wan Fuxi came to old bones and did not follow the principle of quicksand.
The front teeth were knocked out, and the mute ate bitter gourd as before. 4. "Ming Zong" year: Song Author: Cong Gu Road moss life is poor, rootless trees are empty.
A flower becomes an empty fruit, a bitter gourd within reach.