1. Poems about flower wine

Poems about flower wine 1. Poems about wine and flowers

1. The clouds opened and a lone bird came out, the waves The white gulls rise and sink.——Zhu Qingyu, Tang Dynasty 2. Looking up at the geese in the clouds, the birds are also walking.——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Three Poems of Qingxing" 3. The returning birds go to Qiaolin, with graceful and powerful wings.——Three Kingdoms ·Wei. Cao Zhi's "Giving the White Horse to Wang Biao" 4. The clouds have no intention of coming out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. - Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming's "Come Back and Come Back" 5. The solitary smoke rises from the wild garrison, and the birds sing in the spring mountains. ——Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "To the Temple of Laozi" 6. Listening to spring birds in the spring dynasty, and smelling autumn insects in the autumn night. ——Lu Zhaolin, Tang Dynasty, "Shiji Wen·Beifu" 7. After spring, the birds are still chirping, and summer is approaching. Not Shulian.——Tang Dynasty Zhao Dongxi's "Feng He Shengzhi Send Zhang Shuo Shang Jixian Bachelor gave a banquet and got the word lotus" 8. The wild flowers are blooming, and the valley bird makes a faint sound.——Tang Dynasty Wang Wei "Passing the Sentence Temple" "Tanxing Shanren Shanyuan" 9. When spring comes, it is interpreted as the Lord of thousands of things. At dawn, hundreds of birds can sing. - "Listening to the Moth" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. 10. Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds peek out of the bamboos. ——Zu Yong of the Tang Dynasty "The Qingming Banquet of Master Liu Langzhong's Farewell" 11. The flowers from the sky are endless, and birds are flying everywhere. ——Qi Wuqian of the Tang Dynasty "Sulongxing Temple" 12. In the mirror when people are walking, birds are crossing the screen ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "A Journey to the Clear Stream" 13. Good birds sing in the spring in the backyard, flying flowers bring wine and dance on the front eaves. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Dongxi Gong's Residence in Seclusion" 14. But when I see the mournful bird calling the old tree, the majestic Flying females fly around the forest. ——Li Bai, Tang Dynasty, "The Road to Shu is Difficult" 15. Peach blossoms chase the poplar flowers and fall, and when yellow birds fly, white birds also fly. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Drinking in Qujiang River" 16. Cold Flowers Hidden The grass is messy, and the birds choose the deep branches. - Du Fu's "Twilight" 17. The green birds on the river are more than white, and the blue flowers on the mountains are about to bloom. - Du Fu's "Two Quatrains" 18. The willow color looks light when the smoke is added, but the plum blossoms have fallen after the birds have stepped on them. Frequency.——Tang Dynasty Dai Shulun's "Happy Spring with Mr. Li Xianggong of Bianzhou" 19. The good trees are singing and the birds are singing, and the clear buildings are filled with wild smoke.——Tang Dynasty Du Mu's "Muzhou Four Rhymes" 20. The steps are covered with moss and white birds Therefore, I stayed late. - Du Mu's "Inscription on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen": The small red clay stove, the green ants newly baked wine, it is late and the sky is snowing, can you drink a cup? Farewell at Jinling Wine Shop Li Bai The wind blows the fragrance of willow flowers all over the shop, Wu Ji presses wine to persuade guests to reward them. The children of Jinling come to see each other off, everyone has a drink whether they want to go or not. May I ask you, Dongliu Shui, who is good or bad with you? Weicheng Qu Wangwei Weicheng is lightly dusted by the morning rain, and the guest house is green and willow is new. I urge you to drink another glass of wine. There are no old friends when you go west to Yangguan. The fragrance of the drink contains the flowers of the north, and the color of the emperor spreads over the bamboos of the south. The clouds are scattered, the sky is high and the moon is bright, the host girl understands the Qin Zheng. When I get drunk, I forget the Baling Road, I suspect it is Luoyang City in my dream. Liangzhou Ci Wanghan Grape Wine Luminous Cup , If you want to drink the pipa, you will be urged immediately. Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? The young man's baggage is white in Wuling. The young gold is in the east of the city. The white horse with silver saddle rides in the spring breeze. Wherever the fallen flowers trample, I laugh into the orchid wine shop. A farewell to the school secretary at Xie Zhen Tower in Xuanzhou. Li Bai, who abandoned me, can't stay the day I left yesterday. , Those who disturb my heart are full of worries today. The wind is blowing thousands of miles away, sending autumn geese, so I can enjoy the high-rise building. Penglai article Jian'an bone, the middle part is clear and the hair is clear. Everyone is happy and strong, thinking about flying, wanting to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. Draw the knife When the water is cut off, the water flows even more, and when you raise a cup to relieve your sorrow, your sorrow becomes even worse. Life is not satisfactory in this world, and the light of the Ming Dynasty crashes the boat. The luggage of the guests is Bailanling fine wine and tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light. But the host can make the guest drunk, and he does not know where he is. It's a foreign country. I'm drinking a pot of wine among the plum blossoms under the moonlight. I'm drinking alone without any close friends. I raise my glasses to invite the bright moon, and our shadows become three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow only follows me. I'll be with the moon's shadow for a while, and I'll have fun until spring. . My song wanders around the moon, and my dancing shadows are scattered. We make love together when we are awake, but we are separated when we are drunk. We will travel without love forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. Playing with the old man Weng Cen Shen of Huamen Restaurant who still sells wine at seventy, with thousands of pots and hundreds of jars of flowers. At the door. The elm pods along the road still look like money. Are you willing to pick them and sell them for wine? Gao Shi wrote in the guest house when seeing Mr. Li off. It was unexpected to meet in the hotel. It was snowing at dusk and the sun was shining. The host was drunk but you were not drunk. Will you be returning home after a long journey in the evening? Presented to the Eighth Guardsman Du Fu "If we don't meet each other in life, we will move as if we were participating in a business transaction. Today and what night will come again, we will be lit by this lamp and candle."

How long can you be young? The hair on the temples is already gray! Visiting the old man is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines. Who knows that after twenty years, he will go to the gentleman's hall again. In the past, the king was not married, and his children suddenly came together. He happily respected his father and asked me where I came from. The questions and answers were not over, and the children were drunk. It rains at night and cuts the spring leeks, and the rice cooks in the morning. The master said that it is difficult to meet, and it takes ten cups in one go. Even after ten cups, I am not drunk, and my feelings are long. Tomorrow is across the mountains, and the world is boundless. Picking up Li Yinghuan, the sun floats on the fairy boat and the blue waves are drunk. The poems are scattered with the green grass, and the wine intestines are chasing the width of the wine court. The floating clouds are similar, and the past is like a faint dream. Today, the sail city is going down, and the autumn wind looks back with tears. Nine On the day I drank tea with Lu Chushiyu, it was bright in the Jiuri Mountain Monastery. The chrysanthemums on the east fence are also yellow. The common people are drunk with wine. Who can explain the fragrance of tea? Li Bai and Li Bai drank together, and the flowers bloomed, one cup after another. I'm drunk and want to sleep, but you can go, I want to hug Huanxi sand in the Ming Dynasty ----- Li Qingzhao made a cup of deep amber, which melted before becoming intoxicated. Shu Zhongji should come late. The wind, the incense of Rui Nao, quells the soul and breaks the dream. The cold golden bun and the pines, the sky is red with candles when I wake up. The Lanling wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl holds the amber light. But it makes the host drunk, and he doesn't know where he is in a foreign country. In the daytime When singing, one must indulge in drinking and singing. I have a purpose to drink. With the heart of a happy guest, I spend the Qingming Festival without flowers or wine. My interest is as low as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and he was given a reading lamp at the dawn window. Always remember It was sunset at the creek pavilion, and I was so drunk that I didn't know my way back. I returned to the boat late after my excitement, and strayed into the deep lotus flowers. I fought for the crossing, and a group of gulls and herons were startled. Last night, it was rainy and windy, and I couldn't eliminate the remaining wine from my deep sleep. I tried to ask people behind the curtain. , but the crabapple is still the same, do you know, do you know, it should be a pot of wine among the green, fat, red and thin flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. I raise my glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three of us. The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me. Temporarily accompanied by the shadow of the moon, we must have fun until spring. I sing to the moon and wander around, and my dancing shadows are messy. When we are awake, we have sex together, but when we are drunk, we are separated. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in the clouds and Han Dynasty. When we are about to drink, you will not see the water and sky of the Yellow River. Come up, rush to the sea and never come back; Don't you see the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and it turns into snow at dusk. If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone. , Cooking and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, born in Danqiu, is about to drink wine, and you will not stop. I will sing a song with you, please sing it for me and listen to it, bells, drums, food and jade It's not expensive, but I hope I won't wake up after being drunk for a long time. In ancient times, the sages were all lonely, and only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet, drinking and drinking for thousands of people. What does the master say about a small amount of money? He must buy the right one. Your discretion. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine. I will sell the eternal sorrow with you. The luminous cup of grape wine will be destroyed immediately if you want to drink from the pipa.

2. Asking for a poem about flowers and wine

Tang Yin’s poem about falling flowers ended spring in an instant, and the wealth and garden were wiped away from poverty.

I would like to ask the shepherd boy if he should prepare some wine and taste the plums, which will make them more benevolent. If you deceive the beautiful lady for a soft dance, it is difficult to protect the lingering fragrance and the laughter of the tree god.

It is expected that Qing Xie will accompany you hand in hand, and you will become a Yan Mian person every day. The setting sun is dim and long, and the spring breeze turns around again.

Accusations reach the North Pole, and all the rouge goes down the drain. The pouring rain covers three feet of mud, and the beautiful woman is embroidering half a hook around the tree.

The colors are always dreamy, adding to the sadness in the mirror. The spring breeze disappears in a moment, and the flowers are gone.

The new wine will soon turn green into the cup, and the faded face will be transformed into the red in the mirror. Jueying is not seen stealing incense from the rafters, and falling into the mud is turned into chasing a smelly husband.

The body gradually declines like this, and the tree and the tearful eyes wither. In the season when silkworms are busy breaking the black trees, the flower branches are as rich as red ones.

It seems that the cold food and spring have no owners, and the butterflies flying over the neighbors have their own interests. Even if money piles up the Big Dipper, it is difficult to bury Xi Shi in wind and rain.

I wake up in the early morning hours on the bed, and a wisp of cigarette smoke and tea float on my temples. Sitting and watching Fang Fei in boredom, Qu taught the screen to show the wind.

Yamen honey is fragrant and sticky when cooked, and Liang Yan's nest becomes moist and red. The beauty of the country is so pitiful that it is hard to find it again. Why can’t the wine glass be empty?

I can’t bear to watch the horse’s feet flying west and east under the wheel. Cui Huikong describes the truth in the mirror, but it is difficult to convey the spirit in Luoshui.

The beauty of the country brings a bad luck, but the peach blossoms will see another spring. There are no brocade tents surrounding the golden valley, and green shoes are everywhere treading the winding dust.

Go around the tree and talk to your heart a hundred times, who will be the hook next year? The sky is dark and the blue clouds are horizontal, and the garden is light with purple swallows. The peach leaves are uneven, who asks for the ferry, the apricot blossoms are scattered and I remember the title.

The moon is bright, dogs are barking at night in the village, and orioles are singing after the rain, and the leaves are all over the city. If people don't come back and spring goes away, who will they join arms with and sing happily? The white weeping willows are blooming in the new sunshine, and the purple-backed duckweed is growing thinly.

In March, couples riding on phoenixes sing together to sing and walk on the sand. Turning off the lights in the courtyard hurts the swallows, and the drizzle dampens the warbling orioles on the pavilion.

Don’t ask Dongjun to complain about your grievances, for your spring dreams will not be clear. What's going on in the Spring Dynasty? The grass in the courtyard is shocked and exposed.

The flowers and tears are flying, and the fluttering eyes are looking at the sky. The book should not express loneliness and anger, but it should bring joy and joy.

I am glad that the remnant bush is still there, so that I can repair the bamboo to report peace. The peach blossoms are all gone, and the apricot blossoms are empty. They bloom and fall in the same way every year. Since the festival is approaching the evening of March, why should anyone hate the fifth watch wind.

The eaves are straight and the curtains are broken, and the clothes are green, and the top bricks are as bright as brocade on the ground. When you pick it up in the Cala Luo Fang Parry, there is a pair of mandarin ducks in the middle. I feel sad and sad, and I feel lonely. The flowers and branches are scattered and my hair is added to my temples.

Zhou Zheyan said in the spring of March, the ripples are half-curtained. I can't stand the drama of being sick and drunk, but I listen to the wind and like to stay late at night.

On the green moss in the shadow of the green poplar, red hands pick themselves up to cherish the remaining parts. The moon is half full in the Yangliu Tower, and it is late at night in the Shengge Courtyard.

It is difficult to grow well when the branches are burning, and the penis will not wait until it leaks. The golden armbands are made of new lotus roots, and the green eyebrows reflect the small drooping flowers.

How much style is there but also how much sadness is there? Li State and Fan Xiang recall old travels, and Peng Feiping is overwhelmed with sorrow.

Dressed in haggard Maochai wine, March is full of sorrow as spring hurts. It is difficult to give away the poor clothes with care, and it is like leaving the sleeping shoes to wither.

The beautiful spring trees are not what they were yesterday, and the green grass is buried in a mound of soil. The apricot petals and peach must be swept into piles, and the youthful white hair feels decadent.

Clams are on the market with a new flavor, and Wei'er teaches people to wash their cups again. I can't bear to sing the song of Li to send the spring away, but I regret that the Jie drum will be clear to remind me.

If you don’t make money, I will grow older. Do you know if I can do it in the next year? Don't praise her for her beauty, but look at the Yi family for its decline. Zhaojun met Mao Yanshou by chance, but Emperor Yang could not keep Zhang Lihua.

The youthful air of the deep courtyard is locked in place, and the red sun on the embankment is setting to the west. There are small bridges and flowing water in the quiet villages. There are no warblers or dogs or frogs.

The whole house is full of laughter and we are forced to accompany each other. Don’t be sad nine times a day. The season is startling again, and Liang Yanru has no choice but to rush.

Xiangxiao’s clothes hurt her waist and her waist was thin, but her dream came to an end and no letter came from Liaoyang. The door is closed, the flowers have fallen at dusk, and the cow is crispy and the cup is in the palm of your hand.

In Milu Terrace on the edge of Yazi City, the situation in spring is changing. The ruffled clothes and beautiful appearance are blown away by the wind, pushing the rain against the wine tent window.

Peach blossoms are falling like rain, carrying female butterflies over the wall. There are many leisurely gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, and the houses are still covered with green moss.

The new road on the street is dark with dust, and the full moon on the wall is leaning against the jade plate.

There is no trace of the streets in Qinglian Lane, and the waist and limbs are embroidered and thin. There is no need to be ruthless, because I am in love with you.

There are clusters of beetles growing out of them, and when I am alone leaning against the curved railing, I am drowned. The green tombs have been empty for thousands of years, and they have been so heavy that they can only write poems in Xuandu.

The fragrance chases the horse's hooves and returns to the ant colony, and the shadow and the insect's arm pick up the spider silk. Xunfang paid off the New Year's debt, and saw the branches full of shadows.

Fang Fei is grateful for another new year, and she can give you nothing today. *It's a mistake to throw away the beauty of the country, but the fate is so light that you won't meet the gold buyer.

The cuckoo cries in the night in the bloody mountains, and the butterflies wander around in the spring under the trees. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and desire is controlled by desire, greed, and anger.

The beauty and beauty are in a dilemma, and the old beauty is gone. The elder Lu Ji is sad to marry late. The sun is high and the yellow bird calls for spring sleep.

Life has been rare since ancient times, but a fight of wine is worth ten thousand. It's a pity that the slender and old age is so long that I would like to burn silver candles to cover the boat.

It is spring when flowers fall and flowers bloom. When they bloom, there is no need to be envious or angry. I know that the Green Grass Skull Tomb is the man hiding his face in the red building.

The sandals have been taught to wear panla, and the chariot does not need a scarf from now on. Immortals, dust, and Buddhas will die together, so there is no need to talk about the place where they fell.

In the sound of plowing, there is a short firewood gate, and in the pheasant garden, there is the fragrance of orchids. When Xizi returned to the lake, there was a well, and when Zhaojun left Saishan, he stayed in the village.

The courtyard of Chunfeng Courtyard is locked in a deep cage, and the drizzle is falling to death. After losing Can Hong, she reluctantly gave up, but also learned to stick to A Xianhan.

The cries of banana wine are full of scars on my sleeves, and I cherish the fragrance and cherish the jade in my heart. Pity the wind-swept trees outside the window, let down the full moon in front of you.

Running into a well is like expressing hatred for the country's demise, and falling from a building is like repaying the kindness of one's master. Fragrant grass grows at dusk on Cheung Chau, and the dark souls of the river are wiped out.

Shrike flew east to Yanxi, and the prince of Nanpu complained that he was lost on the way. The birds call for spring break and carry people away, and the rain makes up the flowers and crows in the corner.

The winding pipes are closed in the green and lush garden, and the long doors are locked and the maids are singing during the day. The butterflies turn over the remaining dreams, and the delicate hands of the winding rails carry them together.

We travel together with blue shoes and stockings, while butterflies and wasps have their own worries. As we approach old age, our feelings change, and we will rest only after we die.

Jiao* (a word is missing) The sun and the moon have no long-term strategy, and the wine and tea have immediate worries. A song of mountain fragrance is silent in spring, and the blue clouds merge together at dusk across the red building.

Spring comes and goes in a hurry, the dazzling prosperity disappears in the blink of an eye, the apricots are just taking off their warm clothes, and the deep pear blossom courtyard hates the wind. Burning lamps and sitting for a long golden night, thinking about the red wine.

If Dongjun asked Yu Yan, his mood was revealed in the sound of rain. Wuwuwujiao rises from the spring city, and the east wind shakes the ground.

The lights illuminate the eaves, the flowers are blooming and falling, and the crows roosting on the trees in the courtyard are still startling. Beauty does not stay with Qin Xin Lao (click to go), green wine does not leave the cup and the face is full.

I compare myself silently in front of the mirror, my hair has won another year. In the spring dream, beside the shadow of wild geese, there is a foot of fragrant mud in front of the horse's hooves.

It is difficult to pour gray wine into new love, only a sachet can repay pity. The flowers in the deep courtyard should be like sleet, and the long gate should be locked up like a year.

Who can say that the idle peaches and plums are related to the joys and sorrows stone. The flowers blow according to the wind's will, and the spring light abandons me as if it were left behind.

At the fifth watch of the night, I fly around Wu Gorge in dreams, and the Nine Wands summon the souls and I spend a lot of time in Chu's poems. The aging body is no longer the same as before, and the grass and trees are withered and prosperous.

Thirty years of poetry and thousands of sorrows, who knows the heartbreaking spring breeze? .

3. What are the poems about "wine" and "flowers"

1. Listen to a song of Junge today, and for the time being, a glass of wine will strengthen your spirit. Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

2. When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty

3. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

4. The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you to drink pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. "Liangzhou Song" by Wang Han of the Tang Dynasty

5. Open a pavilion and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. "Passing the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

6. A cluster of peach blossoms bloomed without an owner, the lovely dark red reflects the light red. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"

7. Short peach blossoms are near the water bank, and catkins lightly touch people's clothes. "Three Poems on December 1st" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

8. The peach blossoms are red when they are tender, and the willow leaves are new when they are green. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Early Spring Composition as a Reward to Governor Li's Cousin-in-law"

9. Wild catkins dance with the wind, and thin peach blossoms chase the water. "Nine Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

10. Although peach blossoms and plum blossoms are old, gardenias and red peppers are more brilliant. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Walking in the Cold Rain and Looking at the Garden Trees"

4. Find 20 poems each containing flowers, wine, and sun

Qingping Diao (1) Li Baiyun wants to dress with flowers Looking back, the spring breeze blows and the dew blooms.

If we hadn’t met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai. Ancient Style (Part 26) Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The green lotus grows in the secluded spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.

Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.

I have not yet gained my roots, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond. When you break the lotus, you will receive a gift. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, loving the fresh red lotus.

Climbing the lotus and playing with the beads, the ripples are not round. The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky.

There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze in despair. Ode to White Begonia 4 The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, The ice is ground into earth and jade for the basin.

I stole the white pistil and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom’s soul. The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry.

I am shy and silently complaining to someone. I am tired of leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night.

Asking about the chrysanthemum, I want to know about the autumn mood, but no one knows about it. I murmur with my hands behind my back and knock on the east fence.

Who can hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late for the same flowers to bloom? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can we miss lovesickness when we return home? Don't talk about the world without talking about it. Why not explain it in a few words? "The Beauty of Lotus·Lotus" by Su Dongpo The rosy clouds are bright and green, naturally, especially romantic.

Under the heavy green cover, Qianjiao shines on the water, so red and white. Every time I look at the bright moon and the clear breeze, I feel very depressed and speechless, and the evil spirits are powerless.

Finally, it must be released, the boat will go, and the beautiful fragrance will live in the depths, and you will see the color of her. Li Yu: Happy to meet each other (the forest flowers have faded the spring red) The forest flowers have faded the spring red, it’s too hasty, and there is no choice but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

When will the tears of rouge and drunkenness last? Naturally, life grows and hates water forever! "Falling Flowers" Li Shangyin The guests in the high pavilion went unexpectedly, and the flowers in the small garden flew everywhere. The winding roads are scattered all the way, conveying the light of spring.

The broken intestines cannot bear to be swept away, and the eyes are still pierced and want to return. My heart is exhausted towards spring, and what I get is my clothes.

Jingci sees off Lin Zifang at dawn Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Sparse shadows: Mossy branches are decorated with jade, and there are small green birds sleeping together on the branches. We met as guests, at dusk at the corner of the fence, leaning against the bamboos in silence.

Zhaojun was not used to Hu Shayuan, but he secretly recalled Jiangnan and Jiangbei. I want to wear the ring and return on a moonlit night, turning it into this lonely flower.

I still remember the old things in the palace. The man was sleeping and flew close to the moth green. Nothing is like the spring breeze, no matter whether it is waxing or waning, it will arrange the golden house as early as possible.

I still want to go with the tide, but I feel resentful and sad. When I am tired, I look for the fragrance again, and it has entered the small window banner.

Bu Suanzi. Yong Mei, Song Dynasty, Lu You. Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.

There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.

Linjiang Fairy Plum by Li Qingzhao The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses her beauty. It’s good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi.

The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop blowing. Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be delayed by the sun, and it will not reach the apricot blossoms.

Jianglou Chu Pavilion, the water is far between the clouds.

The clear day lasts forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain rolled low. When a guest arrives, the wine in front of him is full, and the sound of singing is as loud as the water.

The southern branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don’t wait for the west tower to sound Qiang Guan several times. Gu Yan'er Li Qingzhao People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is customary.

I tried to write an article, and then I realized that the preface was correct. I wake up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts.

The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and they accompany my feelings like water. The flute played three times, the plum blossoms were broken, and there was so much love in spring.

The gentle wind and drizzle rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again. When the flute player leaves the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.

Jade House Spring. Red Plum Li Qingzhao Are you willing to put the red buds into pieces and explore the southern branches to bloom? I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and the balcony is dull and worried.

Come and rest if you want to look down upon. It may not be possible tomorrow. Fisherman's Proud Li Qingzhao It is known in the snow that spring has arrived, the winter plum blossoms are dotted on the branches, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the beauty is bathing in fresh makeup.

Fortune may be more intentional, so the moon shines brightly. ***The bounty is respected by the green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.

Plum Blossoms Lead. Jingxi Blocks the Snow Jiang Jie The white gull asked me when I parked my lonely boat, is it my body or my heart? If your heart stays for a while, why should you frown? The wind blows and the small curtain lights are faintly dancing, and the idle shadows are deserted and clear, recalling old travels. Are the old tours and old tours still there today? Flowers outside the building, Liu Xiazhou.

Dreams are also dreams, dreams are not possible, cold water flows empty. The yellow clouds in the desert are soaked through the kapok fur.

No one is as worried as me. It snows tonight and there are plum blossoms, just like me. Qing Ping Le Li Yu Farewell to the spring half, it touches the eyes and makes the heart break.

The fallen plum blossoms are as chaotic as snow, and they are still full after being brushed all over. There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey.

Leaving hatred is just like spring grass, it can travel farther and still survive. Butterfly Love Flower by Ouyang Xiu The east wind is cold behind the curtain, and the fragrant plum blossoms in the snow indicate that spring is coming early.

The red wax branches are small and delicate, and the gold knife cuts the ribbon. The warm golden furnace smokes algae.

The wine enters the horizontal wave, making you sleepy and troubled. I slept well in the spring with embroidered quilt at five o'clock, and I didn't notice the dawn of the screen window under the curtain.

Linjiang Immortal Xin Qiji When I grow old, I am too lazy to cherish flowers, but I still love plum blossoms around the river village. One branch breaks Yuxi spring first.

There is no fancy attitude, but the spirit of snow. The beautiful scenery of the empty mountain is left to write a fresh sentence for the canal. The bamboo roots and flowing water carry the stream clouds.

I am so drunk that I cannot remember it. The journey back is at dusk. The wind and rain send spring home, and Mao Zedong welcomes spring with flying snow. The cliff is already covered with ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. The beauty does not fight for spring, but only announces the coming of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes. The wine is about to enter. Without you seeing Li Bai, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.

Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my gold is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Young Master Cen, born in Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop. A song with you, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and had a lot of fun and banquets. What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to decide what to sell.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you. It's difficult to travel three poems by Li Bai: A gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars of treasure.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun. The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, the paths are many and divergent, but now I am at peace.

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea. The road is like the blue sky, I alone cannot reach it.

I am ashamed to be chased away from the Chang'an community, and the red chickens and white dogs bet on pears and chestnuts. Playing the sword, making songs and making bitter sounds, dragging the train to the king's door is not suitable.

The market in Huaiyin laughed at Han Xin, and the officials of the Han Dynasty were jealous of Jia Sheng. Don't you see that in the past, the Yan family valued Guo Wei, and there was no doubt about it.

Drama.

5. Poems containing "flowers, grass, trees, and wine" 10 sentences each

Poems about trees

1. There are many trees and luxuriant grass. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea")

2. The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village")

3. The bird stayed in the tree by the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion")

4. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to the Willow")

5. Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. (Cen Shen: (Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital)

6. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant on Parrot Island. (Cui Hao: "Yellow Crane Tower")

7. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees grow in front of the diseased trees (Liu Yuxi: "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou")

8. The spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water. Love Qingrou. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond")

9. The dead vines and old trees are full of crows, the small bridges and flowing water are full of people, and the old road is filled with thin horses in the west wind (Ma Zhiyuan: "The Pure Sky? Autumn Thoughts")

10. The west wind withered the green trees last night, and I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world (Yan Shu: "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

Poems about Flowers

1. Suddenly, a spring breeze comes, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom. (Cen Shen's "Song of Bai Xue Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital")

2. It's late in spring when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. "Suxi Pavilion")

3. People are busy, the osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

(Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream")

4. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun")

5. Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Shishi")

6. The scattered plum blossoms have passed the remaining wax, and it is a new year to return to the hometown. (Li Pin's "Send Off a Friend in Hukou")

7. On the Double Ninth Festival, come and buy chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village")

8. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. (Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn")

9. Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. (Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an")

10. No one can be seen in the plum blossoms and bamboos, and I am blowing incense across the stone bridge all night. (Jiang Baishi's "The Great Stone Returns to Hutiao River")

Poems of Grass

1. The grass grows in the original land, and it withers and grows every year

2. Who said that an inch of grass can repay three spring rays.

3. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass, and cattle and sheep are low.

4. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and the sky is far away. Where is the grass?

5. The Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the fragrant grass is desolate in Parrot Island.

6. The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the true love is revealed in adversity

7. The country is broken The mountains and rivers are there, and the city has deep vegetation in spring.

8. The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and the oriole sings in the deep trees.

9. There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

10. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun

Poems of wood

1. The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red Zi Dou Fang Fei.

2. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased tree.

3. The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.

4. There are thick trees and luxuriant grass

5. The high scenery competes for the grass and trees, and the worries of a lifetime are spent before drinking.

6. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees

7. When the chickens are driven up the trees, they hear the sound of knocking firewood and thorns.

8. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring

9. The cold wind destroys the trees, and the severe frost forms orchids in the garden

10. Perseverance , rotten wood will not break; perseverance, gold and stone can be carved

Poems about wine

1. I urge you to drink another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends

2 .The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately when you want to drink Pipa.

3. Lanling wine and tulips, the jade bowl contains amber light.

4. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date

5. Singing to wine, what is life like?

6. The old man still sells wine in his seventies, and there are thousands of pots and hundreds of jars of flowers at the door.

7. The master has drunk all the wine but you are still drunk. Will you return home after a long journey in the evening?

8. Wherever the fallen flowers trample, I laugh into the orchid wine shop.

9. Most common people drink too much wine, but who can explain the fragrance of tea?

10. Small red clay stove, green ants newly baked wine,

6. Complete collection of ancient poems describing wine

"Ask Liu Nineteenth" Bai Juyi

A small red clay stove, green ants newly baked wine, it is snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

Jinling wine shop bids farewell to Li Bai

The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, Wu Ji presses wine to encourage guests to reward them. The children of Jinling come to see each other off, and everyone has a drink whether they want to or not.

Please ask me about Dongliushui, who do you want to be with?

Weicheng Qu Wangwei

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willow is new. I urge you to have a glass of wine and go west to Yangguan without any old friends.

Xinfeng Master Chu Guangxi

Xinfeng Master New wine is ripe, old guests return to the old hall. The wine is full of fragrance and contains the flowers from the north, and the color is full of bamboos from the south.

The clouds are gone, the sky is high, the moon is bright, the girl from the host's house understands Qin Zheng. I get drunk and forget about Baling Road, I suspect it is Luoyang City in my dream.

Liangzhou Ci Wang Han

A luminous cup of grape wine, If you want to drink the pipa, you will be urged immediately. Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

Young Luggage Bai

In the east of the gold market when young in Wuling, a white horse with a silver saddle rides through the spring breeze. Wherever the fallen flowers trample, I smile into the orchid wine shop.

White luggage among guests

Lanling wine and tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. But the host can make the guests drunk, and they don’t know where they are in a foreign country.