1. Poems about flowers
Poems containing flowers 1. (Stop and sit in the maple forest at night), the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February. 2. (The little lotus just shows Sharp corners), dragonflies have already stood on their heads 3. (The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained), a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall 4. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, (passers-by on the road want to die) 5. Alone in a foreign land, like a stranger, (I miss my loved ones even more during festive seasons) 6. Falling reds are not heartless things, (turn into spring mud to protect flowers) 1. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. (Li Bai’s "Gift to Wang Lun") 2. Swallows do not return It's late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the rain. (Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion") 3 Suddenly, like a spring breeze, thousands of trees are blooming. (Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital") 4. When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall , the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty. (Wang Wei's "Birds Song Stream") 5. Even if the wind blows away all night, they are only by the shallow water of the reed flowers. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Jishi") 6. The scattered plum blossoms have passed through the remaining wax, and I have returned to my hometown again. New Year. (Li Pin's "Send Off a Friend in Hukou") 7. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to see chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran's "Passing to the Old Friend's Village") 8. Two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi's "Hui" "Late Scene of the Chongchun River") 9. The south wind in April turns yellow, and the jujube flowers have not yet fallen in the shade of the tung trees. (Li Qi's "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu") 10. The moon melts in the pear courtyard, and the catkins pond has a light breeze. (Yan Shu's "Implication") 11 .On the road down Linping Mountain in May, countless lotus flowers cover Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Road") 12. The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. (Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" ") 13. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot blossoms in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. (Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an") 14. No one can see the plum blossoms in the bamboo, blowing incense across the stone bridge all night. (Jiang Baishi's "Returning from the Stone on the Great Night" "Hu Tiao Stream") 15. The ground is full of reeds and I am old, who will the swallows fly next to when returning home? (Wen Tianxiang "Jinling Yi") 16. On the Double Ninth Festival, there are still chrysanthemums. Meng Haoran "Passing the Old Friend's Village" 19. The flowers are gradually blooming. Charming eyes, only Asakusa has no horse hooves. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" 20. The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. 21. The Xunyang River saw off guests the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in autumn. 22. Last year, today, in this door , the peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red. (Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City") 23. The ancient palace is lonely, and the palace flowers are lonely and red. (Yuan Zhen's "The Palace") 24. The spring breeze is so proud that horses are hoofed, and all the flowers in Chang'an can be seen in one day. (Meng Jiao) "After Admission") 25. Before the flowers bloomed before the results were released in Dongdu, thirty-three people returned on horseback. (Du Mu's "Send a Letter to Old Friends in Chang'an") 1. Fill in the following poems containing the names of the flowers 1. Come back on the Double Ninth Festival Just (chrysanthemum). 2. The fragrance of April in the world is gone, and the mountain temple (peach blossom) begins to bloom. 3. The children rush to chase the yellow butterfly, and fly into the (cauliflower) and find it nowhere. 4. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy pointed to ( Xinghua) Village, 5. Even if the wind blows away overnight, there are only (reed flowers) by the shallow water. 6. (The poplar flowers) have fallen away, and Zigui cries, and I hear the dragon marking the road crossing the five streams. 7. People are idle (osmanthus flowers) fall, and the night is quiet. Spring mountains are empty. 8. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees (pear blossoms) bloom. 2. Fill in the following poems containing the names of flowers 1. The spring rain of the singing doves outside the forest rests, and the beginning of the ____ in the house 2. When will the swallows fly in pairs? Back, the _____ dipping in water opened on the bank 3. The lonely empty courtyard is about to dawn, _____ is all over the ground and the door is closed 4. The south wind in April is barley yellow, _____ has not yet fallen, and the tung leaves are growing 5. My favorite _____ has been through the rain Later, a fishing boat filled with smoke and rain 6. The Xunyang River saw off guests on the first night, the maple leaves _____ rustled in autumn 7. People were leisurely _____ falling, the night was quiet and the spring sky was empty 8. _____ Snow fell covering the white apples, and the bluebird flew away with its red mouth 9. The peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and spring is at the head of the stream _____ 10. The leaves of Tangli have fallen rouge color, and _____ is blooming white┫? 11. The wind blows _____ to fill the shop with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine to encourage guests to taste it. 12. By the Qingdun River, Longzhong guests watch the independent east wind. 13. The loving _____ contains spring tears, and the powerless roses lie on the dawn branches. 18. _____ Wrapped in bamboo, no one can see it, and the fragrance blows across the stone bridge all night. The orchids are regarded as grass, and they are regarded as orchids, and they are regarded as trees as pine. The orchids are fragrant in the wind, and the pine cold does not change their appearance. - Li Bai Lotus After all, in the middle of June in the West Lake, the scenery is not the same. At the same time as the four seasons, the lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. The chrysanthemums rustle in the west wind and are planted all over the courtyard. Their stamens are cold and fragrant, and it is difficult for butterflies to come. In other years
If I were the Qing Emperor, I would repay the peach blossoms blooming in one place. The plum blossoms on the branches in the corner of the wall bloomed alone in Ling Han. I knew it was not snow in the distance because there was a faint fragrance coming. At that time, I went to buy flowers. The price is not constant, so the reward depends on the number of flowers. A hundred red flowers are burning, and five bunches of plain flowers are burned. A curtain is put up to protect it, and a fence is woven beside it. Water is sprinkled on the mud seal, and the colors are moved. Just like before, there was an old man in the field who occasionally came to buy flowers. He bowed his head and sighed alone, no one can explain this sigh. A clump of dark flowers, a gift from ten households! "Farewell Peonies with Linghu Chu Gong" Liu Yu Xi Pingzhang's house has a column of flowers, but he is not at home when they bloom. Mo Daoxi is not far away, outside the Chunming Gate is the end of the world. It is written by Cui Hu of Nanzhuang in the capital city. Last year, people were in this gate today. The peach blossoms on the face reflect each other's red; I don't know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. "Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden" The flowers in the forest are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the charming scenery towards the small garden. Sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats on the moon At dusk, when the frost birds want to come down, they steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies know how to join together and break their souls. Fortunately, they sing slightly and can have sex with each other, without the need for gold bottles with sandalwood boards. "Recalling Plum Blossoms" Li Shangyin is determined to stay at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things. Winter plum blossoms are the most hated, and they are often used as flowers. Last year's flower. "Song of Picking Lotuses" Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of her face. She can't see it when she enters the pool, but when she hears the song, she realizes that someone is coming. . The building overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the tide of Zhejiang. The osmanthus is setting in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky is floating outside. The tower is far away from the tower, and the spring is far away from the cutting trees. The frost is thin, the flowers are more blooming, and the ice-light leaves are not withered. The old age is still different. , search for the hustle and bustle. When you enter Tiantai Road, you can see the Yudu Stone Bridge. "Drinking in the rain, the begonias in the courtyard are not grateful after the rain." Chen Yuyi Baling, a guest in February, adds clothes, hastily cups the wine and hates being drunk late. Swallows can't help but rain all night , Begonias are still waiting for me in my poem. The spring scenery is turned upside down, and the child with chipped teeth is consecrated. From the lake in front of the bamboo fence, the sea is vast, and the vast life experience is sad. The willow color is golden and tender, and the pear blossoms are white and fragrant. 》 Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms bloom in flowing water. ---- "Yu Ge Zi" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty Recalling Plum Blossoms - Li Shangyin settled in the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things. Winter plum blossoms are the most hated, and they grow into last year's flowers. Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 1) - Lu You heard that the plum blossoms are blooming in the morning breeze, and the snow piles are all over the four mountains. How can one transform into a thousand billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man. Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 2) - Lu You's deep valley Nakaneng north branch, year Flowers bloom late in the year. Do you know the high standard of Yiyun? It is the time when the ice and snow accumulate. Plum Blossom Quatrain (Part 3) - Lu You The snow blows in the wind and the trumpet becomes more awe-inspiring. The integrity of the flower is the strongest. When it is out of date, it will drift away, and it will be shameful. Dongjun is even more begging for mercy. Newly planted plum blossoms - Seven newly planted plum blossoms by Bai Juyi Pond. Check them when they are about to bloom. Don't be afraid of the peach and plum envy of Changzhou. This year is good for you to bloom. After all, lotus flowers are the sixth in West Lake. 2. A collection of poems about flowers
1. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return. (Yan Shu: amp;lt;Huanxisha")
2. Zhao Gu of the Tang Dynasty: The spring breeze congratulates the apricot orchard without words, and the flower branches are full of parallels.
3. Lu Zhi of the Yuan Dynasty: When spring comes in the south, the flowers are like embroidery, and the water of the West Lake is like oil after the rain.
4. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
5. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. (Du Fu: "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers")
6. Fengfang, Ming Dynasty: The east wind blows the peach calyx all night, and the peach blossoms blow open and fall. When it opens, it doesn’t remember the love of spring; when it falls, it turns to the wrong path and the sound of wind is bad.
7. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty: The peach blossoms on the other bank are not even half red, and the branches are already chaotic with bees.
8. Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty: The exquisite bones show through the eight windows, and the flower heads are inserted upside down with the fragrance of purple lotus. There are countless Qingluo fans on the thread body, which will cool down even if the wind doesn't come.
9. Tang·Cen Shen: Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
10. Zheng Sixiao of the Song Dynasty: The flowers are not in full bloom, but the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind!
11. On the Double Ninth Festival, come and take care of the chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran: "Visiting the Old Friend's Village")
12. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
(Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon")
13. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
14. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are full of mandarin fish. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song")
15. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
16. Close the door and ignore the month before the court, and pay the plum blossoms to your own account.
17. Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty: It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that there will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
18. Tang Feixiu: How can the plum blossoms smell so fragrant if it’s not so cold that it pierces the bones?
19. Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty: The spring breeze blows the flowers without restraint, and the mist blows at the faces of passers-by
20. Dongfang Qiu of the Tang Dynasty: The spring snow comes from the sea, and flowers bloom wherever it touches. I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plums. 3. Complete poems about flowers
Poems about flowers Ode to Plum Blossoms (Wang Anshi) There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone; I know from a distance that it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Hibiscus on Qian's Pond (Wen Zhengming) In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are gone, and the hibiscus is wandering in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings mist and sadness. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows. Autumn brings Jincheng. Looking at each other is useless and hurts the old age. There is a unique kind of tranquility in the pond. Ode to Furong in the Southern Dynasties·Liang·Shen Yue The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red. Plum King Anshi There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I don't know that there is no snow in the distance, but there is a secret fragrance coming.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a poem about plum blossoms Wang Anshi Huafa is happy to see plum blossoms in spring, and one of them is piled high with snow on the roadside. He recalled the old days of Nanmo in Fengcheng, and it was difficult for Xiangyao to come with the post envoy.
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 1 -) Lu You heard the plum blossoms whirling in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 2) The branches in the deep valley are more northerly, and the flowers bloom late every year. Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know that it is the time when the ice and snow accumulate?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 3) The snow blows and the wind blows louder and louder, The integrity of the flowers is the strongest. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.
Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown. Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, have the winter plum blossoms bloomed yet? Recalling the Plum Blossoms by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, I am determined to stay at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things.
Winter plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year’s flowers. Plum Blossoms on the River by Wang Shi of the Tang Dynasty I suddenly saw plum trees blooming on the banks of the Han River.
I don’t know that spring is early, so I suspect it is a bead maker. "Tingmei Yong" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. Early flowers often suffer from cold, and complex fruits are often bitter and sour.
Why is it that it’s spring and you’re sitting there in the dark? Yaotao is smiling at each other, and the wandering prostitute is willing to look back! When you ask about adjusting the golden tripod, you realize that it is difficult to make the right taste. Mo Mei, Yuan Dynasty, Wang Mian. The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are blooming with faint ink marks.
Don't let anyone praise the color, just leave Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would repay the peach blossoms with blooming everywhere. Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemums" Wait until autumn comes On September 8th, after my flowers have bloomed, hundreds of flowers will be killed. The incense array soaring into the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is wearing golden armor. Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum" The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping. It is not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed. "Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Gu Wang and Sun can't compare it to basil, and the branches are close to the mane in nine days. The wet autumn fragrance of dew fills the pond bank, and the origin is not envious of the tall tiles. Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival" Lonely East The fence is wet with dew, and the golden dimple shines on the sand in front of it. The children of the world have no high charm, they only see the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. After retreating from the chariot, snobbish friends cannot come to the door. Liu Kezhuang's "Chrysanthemum" Shame is the same as the beauty of spring flowers, and they are cultivated diligently and wait for the west wind. There is no need to lead Yuan to understand this, and there will be a few clumps along the fence. Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum" Flowers are blooming Instead of being surrounded by hundreds of flowers, the independent sparse hedges are more interesting. I would rather die with the fragrance of the branches than to be blown by the north wind! Chen Pei's "Slender Chrysanthemums for a Little Maid" The thin chrysanthemums are built along the steps, and the eaves are so deep that it is difficult to bear the exposure. Mo Yan's roots are weak, and the autumn weather is cold when the feet are turned. Zhu Shuzhen's "Yellow Flowers" The native flowers can be white or red, and you can love this in the late festival. Worker. I would rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind. Tao Yuanming drinks wine - Chapter 5: The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of horses and carriages. How can you do this? My mind is far away. I am picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and I can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to say it. Li Qingzhao compared himself with chrysanthemums and wrote "Wine on the east fence" After dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. I can't help but wake up. The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Liu Yuxi and Linghu Xianggong played with white chrysanthemums. Every chrysanthemum has turned yellow, and the Liang Garden is as lonely as frost. The quiet and beautiful trees are clearly opposite. Yutang. The immortals are covered with snow cloaks, while the plain girls are not dressed in red. It is hard to see the white butterflies when they come, and the linen clothes are more fragrant. The feather fans are shaken in the wind, containing dew and drops of nectar. The high beauty covers the silver well, and the branches cover the bed. The osmanthus bushes are mixed together, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom. The pistil is jealous of the beauty of the past. One person chants Yaohua, and the music will play from now on. Yuan Song's chrysanthemums are planted on the secluded cliff, and the young ones are soaring in the cold. The spring dew does not stain, and the autumn frost does not change the lines. Bai Juyi's Double Ninth Festival feast is full of white chrysanthemums, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are golden. There is a solitary bush in the middle, the color is like frost. It still looks like the singing and drinking banquet in the present day, where the young people are playing. Reminiscing about the chrysanthemums and Wujun (Xue Baochai), looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the polygonum red reeds are white and the heart is broken. The old garden with empty fence has no trace of autumn, and the body is thin. The moon is clear and the frost is dreaming of knowing. I think about it and return to the wild geese. I sit alone and listen to the evening anvil. Who pities me for my yellow flower disease? I will comfort you by saying that I will see you again during the Double Ninth Festival. Visit Ju Yihong (Jia Baoyu) and take advantage of the frost and clear weather to take a trip. , don't leave the wine cup and medicine cup soaked. Whose family planted it before the frost and under the moon, where is the sorrow outside the fence? The wax clogs come from afar, and the love is not enough, but the cold chanting is not enough. The yellow flowers are pity for the poet, don't bear the burden of hanging the head of the staff today. Mr. Yihong planted chrysanthemums in the autumn garden with his hoe. He planted them by the fence in front of the courtyard. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today he is still happy to bloom with frost. He recited a thousand poems about autumn colors in the cold, and drank a glass of cold-flavored wine while drunk. I am diligent in protecting the mud seal, so I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust. I am an old friend of chrysanthemum pillow Xia Xiangyun (Shi Xiangyun) The other garden is more precious than gold, one bush is light and the other is deep. Ketou sits by the sparse fence, hugging his knees in the cool fragrance Yin. In the past few years, there is no one who can be proud of the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows the truth. The autumn light is fleeting, and it is better to cherish the shade. I offer chrysanthemum pillows to Xia, old friends playing piano and drinking wine, and they are happy together. Several cases are decorated with Tingting. The incense is divided into three parts. The road is dew, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch. The frost clears the paper tent and brings new dreams, and the cold and setting sun recalls the old travels. The pride of the world is also due to the same smell, the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums. Ode to the Chrysanthemum Xiaoxiang Concubine (Lin Daiyu) The rogue poetry demon invades at dusk, The stone around the fence is silent and the sound is falling. The beauty is written in the frost, and the mouth is full of fragrance and chanting to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, and who can explain the autumn heart in a few words. Since Tao Lingping Zhang, it has been spoken of through the ages to the present. Painting chrysanthemums and Wujun's poems are not wild, how can it be a waste of time in painting? The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of ink, and the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. The light and dense shadows in front of the wind jump out of Qiu Sheng's wrists
Fragrance. Don't recognize the east fence for leisure picking. Stick to the screen and chat to comfort the Double Ninth Festival. Ask about the chrysanthemums and Xiaoxiang concubines who want to know about the autumn mood. No one knows, muttering with hands behind their hands and knocking on the east fence. Who hides alone and proud of the world, the same flowers bloom at the end. ? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden, and the crickets return home to miss lovesickness? Don't talk about people who have nothing to talk about in the world, why not explain it in a few words. The hairpin, chrysanthemum and banana are leaving the guests (Jia Tanchun) The vase is used to plant fences every day, so don't recognize the makeup in the mirror. The young master of Chang'an is obsessed with flowers, Mr. Peng Ze is A drunkard. His short hair is cold and stained with three paths of dew, and the fragrance of kudzu is dyed with nine autumn frosts. His high emotions are not in the eyes of the time, and he claps his hands and laughs at the roadside. The chrysanthemum shadow pillows the clouds, old friends, the autumn light overlaps, and the potential sneaks away three paths. Center. The sparse lamps between the windows describe the distance and the near, and the moonlight locks are broken through the fence. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, and the frost seal conveys the spirit. Dreams are empty. Treasure the dark fragrance and don’t step on it. Who can recognize the hazy eyes with drunkenness. Chrysanthemum dream Xiaoxiang concubine beside the fence In autumn, I have a clear sleep, and the clouds and the moon are indistinct. Climbing to immortality is not a butterfly in the village. Reminiscing about the past, I still look for Tao Lingmeng. Go to sleep. 4. Poems about flowers
Painting flowers
① Poems without the word "flower"
Try to ask the person behind the curtain, but the crabapple remains the same. Do you know that it should be green fat, red and thin? ——Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty, "Like a Dream"
Thousands of thick green branches are a little red, and the moving spring scenery does not need too much - Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty, "Ode to Pomegranate Flowers"
I would rather hug the branches The fragrance of death has never been blown away by the north wind. ——"Cold Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao of Song Dynasty
In the deep snow in Qian Village, a branch bloomed last night. ——"Early Plum Blossoms" by Qi Ji of the Tang Dynasty
Don't let others praise you for your good color, but leave a pure aura that fills the world. ——Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty, "Mo Mei"
The plum blossoms are a little whiter than the snow, but the snow loses some of the fragrance of the plum blossoms. ——"Snow Plum" by Lu Meipo of the Song Dynasty
②Poems with the word "flower"
When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
It is the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River"
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty, "Leaving Jingci Temple to See Off Lin Zifang at Dawn"
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling from the Yellow Crane Tower"
Look at the red and wet place at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Night Happy Rain"
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Drinking Alone under the Moon"
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. ——Song Dynasty Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
Flowers near the high-rise building hurt the hearts of the guests. It is difficult to come here in all directions. ——"Climbing the Tower" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake"
The rustling clothes and scarves are falling with date flowers, and the sound of a milling wheel is heard in the south of the village and in the north of the village. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sand"
Returning to the boat late after the excitement was over, I strayed into the depths of the lotus root. ——"Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. ——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"
The egrets often roost early, and the autumn flowers fall even later. ——Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty, "A Letter from Taniguchi Study to Yang Buque"
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" of the Qing Dynasty
The moon is drunk and the saint is in the sky, and the flowers are not in your way. ——"Gift to Meng Haoran" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Heaven and man would rather Xu Qiao, cut the water and make flying flowers. ——"Jingxue" by Lu Chang of the Tang Dynasty
When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? ——Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty, "Poppy Beauty"
When the flowers bloom, they must be broken, but don't wait until there are no flowers. ——Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty, "Golden Threaded Clothes"
The clouds think of the clothes, the flowers think of the face, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is rich. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Innocent Tune"
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Spring Sky"
I don't know if the water blooms first, but it is suspected that the winter snow has not disappeared.
——"Early Plum Blossoms" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Osmanthus flowers fall when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. ——"Bird Song Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
If it's not a bone-chilling cold, how about the fragrance of plum blossoms? ——Pei Xiu of the Tang Dynasty, "Ode to the Discourse in Wanlinglu Shangtang"
A peach blossom is like a tree and a fish is three feet long. If you are not drunk and the moon is bright, your boat will not return. ——Chen Jiru of the Ming Dynasty, "Rading in the Spring Rain"
The peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly disappeared, and there was no other world than this world. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Answers in the Mountains" 5. The poem "Flowers Bloom in Four Seasons" from the Tang Dynasty The flowers bloom in the first month, the apricot flowers in February bring spring, and the peach blossoms in March
The full text is as follows: "Flowers Bloom in Four Seasons" 》Tang Dynasty: The unknown jasmine flowers bloom in the first month, the apricot blossoms in February bring spring, the peach blossoms are red in March, the pear blossoms are as white as snow in April, the pomegranate flowers are like fire in May, the lotus flowers are arranged on the water in June, and the jasmine attracts love in July In August, my arms are full of sweet-scented osmanthus, in September the chrysanthemums are colorful, in October the hibiscus smiles, in November there are no flowers and no one picks them, in December the plum blossoms bloom against the snow.
Vernacular interpretation: In the first month, the spring flowers bloom, and in February, the apricot flowers bring spring. The peach blossoms bloom in full red in March, and the pear blossoms in April are as white as snow.
In May, pomegranate flowers are as bright as fire, and in June, lotus flowers bloom in rows on the water. The jasmine that blooms in July is alluring, and the scent of osmanthus in August is particularly alluring.
The chrysanthemums bloom in September with bright colors, and the hibiscus blooms with smiles in October. In November, there are no flowers blooming and no one picks them. In December, the plum blossoms compete with the snow.
Extended information: The word "花" (hua) was written in the oracle bones of the Shang Dynasty, which expresses the shape of blooming flowers and lush branches and leaves. Hui, Xu Shen's "Shuowen Jiezi" of the Han Dynasty said: "Hui, the general name of grass."
If the two words "hua" and "hui" are used together, they appear later. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Book of Liang He Dian Zhuan" records: "There is a memorial to Bian Zhongzhen in the garden, and flowers are planted on the side of the memorial."
This is an earlier description of the combination of the words "hua" and "hui". Flowers are the reproductive organs of angiosperms for reproduction.
A typical flower has a calyx, a corolla, and stamens and pistils that produce reproductive cells on a short axis of limited growth. Some scholars believe that the sporophyll balls of gymnosperms are also "flowers", while most people believe that only angiosperms have flowers, so angiosperms are also called flowering plants.
Each part of the flower is not easily affected by the external environment and changes little. Therefore, for a long time, people have used the morphological structure of the flower as the main basis for the classification, identification and systematic evolution of angiosperms. Most literary scholars use flowers as medium and vines as branches to describe the meaning of flowers.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Flowers. 6. Poems about flowers
Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty: It’s not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that there will be no more flowers when the flowers are in full bloom.
Tang Feixiu: How can the plum blossoms smell so fragrant if it’s not so cold that it pierces the bones?
Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty: The spring breeze blows the flowers without restraint, and the misty flowers flutter in the faces of passers-by
Zhao Gu of the Tang Dynasty: The spring breeze congratulates the apricot garden without words, and the flowers and branches fill the apricot garden.
Lu Zhi of the Yuan Dynasty: When spring comes in the south, the flowers are like embroidery, and the water of the West Lake is like oil after the rain.
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
Dongfang Qiu of the Tang Dynasty: The spring snow comes from the sea and the sky, and it looks like flowers blooming wherever it touches. I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plum trees.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The wild catkins dance with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms follow the water flow.
Ming Fengfang: The east wind blows the peach calyx all night, and the peach blossoms blow open and fall. When it opens, it doesn’t remember the love of spring; when it falls, it turns to the windy and evil way.
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty: The peach blossoms on the other bank are not even half red yet, and the branches are already chaotic with bees.
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty: The exquisite bones show through the eight windows, and the flower heads are inserted upside down with the fragrance of purple lotus. There are countless Qingluo fans on the thread body, which will cool down even if the wind doesn't come.
Tang·Cen Shen: Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
Zheng Sixiao of the Song Dynasty: The flowers are not scattered among hundreds of flowers, but the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind!
Yuan·Satu Ci: The wind and rain passed in February in the south of the Yangtze River, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom and the apricot blossoms were red.
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty: The leaves connecting the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun.
Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty: As you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?
Pi Rixiu of the Tang Dynasty: After all the remaining red leaves are gone, the fragrance begins to bloom, and the good name is called the King of Flowers. She actually boasts that she is unparalleled in the world and has the best fragrance in the world.
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty chanted the pomegranate flower: Thousands of thick green branches are a little red, and the moving spring scenery does not need much.
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust. There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which can be opened and closed freely.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The peach blossoms chase the poplar flowers and fall, and the yellow birds sometimes fly.
Wang Zao of Song Dynasty: The peach blossoms smile beautifully out of the fence, as if they are the most affectionate before they bloom.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: A cluster of peach blossoms has no owner, they are lovely, crimson and red.
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: The peony demon in front of the court has no character, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and has little affection. Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: The spring flowers arrive first, and the light yellow and light green reflect the tower.
The grass is green again, and the apricot blossoms are still red.
In the first month, the plum blossoms are fragrant; in February, the apricot blossoms are warm; in March, the peach blossoms are fragrant; in April, the roses are in bloom; in May, the pomegranates are as red as fire; In the month, the pond is filled with the fragrance of camellias; in July, the impatiens are Qiqiao; in August, the garden is filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus; in September, the chrysanthemums are piled high; in October, the hibiscus is planted in the Indian summer; in November, the trees are filled with camellias Flowers; in December, wintersweet is yellow and brilliant. 7. Complete ancient poems about flowers
1. Xinyiwu
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood have red calyxes in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, opening and closing one after another.
Translation
The hibiscus flower at the top of the branch has a bright red calyx blooming in the mountains.
The mouth of the stream was completely silent and deserted, with numerous voices opening and falling alone.
2. Begonias of the same generation have not yet bloomed
Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
There are layers of new green among the branches, and several little red buds are hidden deep in the branches.
Don’t vomit when you cherish your beauty, and teach the peaches and plums to make spring breeze.
Translation
The newly grown green leaves on the branches of Begonia are layered on top of each other, and the small flower buds are hidden among them and are slightly red.
You must cherish your fragrant heart and don’t bloom easily. Let the peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze!
3. Early summer in Kezhong
Song Dynasty: Sima Guang
April is clear and the rain is clearing, and the weather in Nanshan is clear.
There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun.
Translation
In early summer and April, the weather is clear and warm. It has just cleared up after a rainy day. After the rain, the mountains look greener and more pleasant, and the Nanshan Mountain opposite has become clearer and clearer. .
There are no catkins fluttering in the wind, only sunflowers blooming towards the sun.
4. Crape myrtle
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Dawn greets the autumn dew with a new branch, which does not occupy the highest spring in the garden.
What are the words of the peaches and plums? They smile towards the wind and the sunny people.
Translation
A newly bloomed crape myrtle welcomes the morning light in the autumn dew, instead of competing with the other flowers in early spring.
Where are the silent peaches and plums? Only crape myrtle smiles at those flowers that can only bloom in the bright spring sun.
5. Cold Night
Song Dynasty: Du Lei
On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils and becomes red.
The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different.
Translation
On a winter night, a guest came. He used tea as wine and asked the children to make tea. The flames in the stove began to turn red, and the water was boiling in the pot. The room was warm.
The moonlight shines in front of the window, which is no different from usual times, except that there are a few plum blossoms blooming quietly in the moonlight, with a fragrant fragrance. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past. 8. Ten poems about praising flowers
Plum
Wang Anshi
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I don't know that there is no snow in the distance, but there is a secret fragrance coming.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a poem about plum blossoms
Wang Anshi
Huafa is happy to see plum blossoms in spring, and one of them is piled high with snow on the roadside.
Recalling Mei
Li Shangyin
Staying at the end of the world, relying on the beauty of things. Winter plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year's flowers.
In mid-November, you can see plum blossoms in Fufengjie.
Li Shangyin
The pavilions on the road are beautiful and fragrant at odd times. Su'e is only with the moon, and the young girl does not spare the frost.
Giving a hand that is far away and empty, but hurting and leaving a broken heart. For whom is it a morning show? Not waiting for the beauty of the year
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 1 -)
Lu You
I heard the plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 2)
The branches in the deep valley are more northerly, and the flowers bloom late every year. Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know that it is the time when the ice and snow accumulate?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 3)
The wind blows louder and louder when the snow blows, but the integrity of the flowers is the strongest. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.
Early Plum Blossoms
Southern Dynasties·Xie Xie
It blooms early because of the arrival of spring, and does not mind the cold alone. Afraid of falling flowers, no one cares to look at them.
Jiangmei
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The plum blossoms are broken in the front, and there are more plum blossoms in the later years. I know that spring is good, but what is the worst thing to worry about?
The snowy trees are of the same color, and the river wind is also ripples. The hometown cannot be seen, Wuxiu is gloomy and craggy.
Early Plum Blossoms
Qi Ji of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary root is warm and can only grow back. In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night.
The wind carries the fragrance, and the birds take a peek at the beauty. Next year, as expected, Yingchun Terrace will be released first.
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Miscellaneous Poems
You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, have the winter plum blossoms bloomed yet?
Presented to Fan Ye
Lu Kai, Southern Dynasty, Song Dynasty
When the plum blossoms were broken, they met the post envoy and sent them to the Longtou people. Jiangnan has nothing, just give me a spring branch.
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden
Lin Hejing, Tang Dynasty
All the flowers are swaying and the beauty is alone, occupying the charming small garden.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, but we don’t need to be good at carving out golden bottles.