The poem about what I saw but didn't see the flowers was 1. One day, when I was in first frost, I saw Song Qing and didn't see which poem these flowers came from.

From the ninth chapter of the "Holy Words and Good Words" by the monk Huiguang, the words of the monk Huiguang are clear, and it is not bad to grow beans in ancient and modern times.

Good and evil are like innocent blessings. Will the sages believe it? The flowers on the mountain and the flowers on the mountain are inferior to him.

One day in first frost, I saw that the pine trees were missing flowers. Evil is a plow, good is mud, and good people are often bullied by wicked people.

The iron plough is changed every year, but the mud is not changed in the field. If you hate evil, invite him to be evil, if he is not evil; The white blade of the steel knife fell there.

Cheat cheat cheat, let him cheat, you don't cheat; No one in the world has changed. Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the unknown will come sooner or later.

I hope you will do more good deeds later and don't hurt people's conscience. Filial piety, faithfulness, abiding by it from time to time, helping the needy and saving lives.

Respect the old and love the young, respect others and cheat others. What goes around comes around. Stay away from your children and grandchildren.

Do more evil, accumulate more virtue, and have a bright future. 30,000 only live in one thought, so there is no need to argue with others.

All kinds are one, why don't we have a bitter wheel together? Don't talk too much about studying and practicing, but do well.

Honest and sincere use of kung fu is the ancient Amitabha Buddha in Lingshan. Practice is like climbing a hundred feet. It's easier to get down than to get up.

It is always useless to say anything, but it is a panacea. Buddhism is infinitely profound, and it is easy for those who know it, but difficult for those who practice it.

Sincere practice is fearless, even if you are afraid of frost and cold. The roads in the west are rugged.

Keep precepts, cultivate wisdom, and climb the nine lotus flowers of bliss.

2. There are poems about flowers without flowers.

1, Zhong Fang shook off her beauty and took away all the amorous feelings of the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." -Song Linbu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden

Vernacular translation: Hundreds of flowers are dying, unique plum blossoms are proudly blooming against the cold wind, and the bright and gorgeous scenery occupies all the scenery in the small garden. Sparse shadows, sideways in shallow water, fragrant in the moonlight at dusk.

2, from a distance, I know it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance. -plum blossom in Anshi, Wang Song

I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

3, no intention to fight for spring, a group of incense. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. -Song Luyou's "Bu Operator Yongmei"

Meihua doesn't want to go to great lengths to compete for beauty and favor, and doesn't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

It's better to hold the incense on the branch and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. -"Cold Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Song Xiao Si

Vernacular translation: I would rather wither and die on the branches than be blown down by the cold north wind!

5, Tianxiang penetrates Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden armor. -The Last Chrysanthemum by Huang Chao in the Tang Dynasty

The fragrance of blooming chrysanthemums pervades Chang 'an, and chrysanthemums are as golden as armor everywhere.

3. Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side

Generation after generation, the mosaic is wrong.

Story: It is said that you and I will never meet, life and death are wrong, but I don't know that this is you and me forever. We used to be old spirits on the Sansheng stone, accompanied by thousands of years, watching the dust of the world, joys and sorrows, and reincarnation.

On that day, the Buddha said, you need to enter the world of mortals. I asked Buddha about our marriage, and Buddha closed his eyes. "Only once in a lifetime."

I asked Buddha Zu: Looking back a thousand times in my last life, I got a brush in my life. Past lives passed by 1000 times, in exchange for meeting once in this life.

A thousand encounters in previous lives brought an acquaintance in this life. A thousand acquaintances in previous lives were exchanged for an acquaintance in this life.

A thousand acquaintance in last life, in exchange for a love in this life. But really? The Buddha smiled without a word.

I fell across the forgotten river and was born on the banks of the Santo River. It is dark and cold here. There is only one bridge, on which the old man keeps a pot of soup every year.

All kinds of people walked past me, walked on the bridge, drank the soup in the bowl and hurried off the bridge. When some people pass by, I will hear lingering sobs and promises handed down from generation to generation. I was sad from it, but the old man on the bridge didn't seem to hear anything, and he still took the soup to the people on the bridge as usual.

After a long time, I realized that this bridge is called Naihe Bridge and this old man is called Meng Po. I asked Meng Po, what's that noise? Meng Po said that it was an unforgettable love, an unforgettable hate, and the most useless oath in the world.

It turns out that the soup in Meng Po's bowl, called Meng Po Tang, can forget past lives. If people on the bridge drink it, they will forget all the grievances and sorrows during this time ... and then wait for the next reincarnation. I asked Meng Po if he would forget me, too. Meng Po remained silent.

I asked when Meng Po will bloom. Meng Po said that it will bloom when it is time to bloom.

I am looking forward to flowers, the most beautiful face and seeing him once in my life. Meng Po looked at me and sighed. It's autumn again! I want to know.

Therefore, I know that the three days around the vernal equinox are called the other side of spring, and the three days around the autumnal equinox are called the other side of autumn, which is the day of going to the grave. When the other side of autumn first came, I was surprised to find myself blooming white flowers, such as frost and snow, all over the banks of the Santu River.

Meng Po said that with the flowers on the other side, leading the way is no longer lonely. Flowers on the other side? Is she talking about me? No, my name is manju, not the other side.

Year after year, I bloom on time on the other side of every autumn, piece by piece. I didn't see him come after all.

He came after all, and he came in a hurry before I could bloom. Passing me in a hurry, I desperately called him, Shahua! Shahua! He seemed completely deaf and hurried by, so that I couldn't even touch the corner of his blue shirt.

I cried. Meng Po said coldly, his name is not Shahua! No, he is my shahua, the shahua on the sansheng stone.

When tears can't flow out anymore, I start to be silent. Every autumn, on the other side, I am still silent and open, and I have sent away the ghosts that come and go.

For a thousand years, I watched him pass by me in a hurry, without stopping or looking at me. In this thousand years, he never came when I was in full bloom.

Another 1000 year began in the process of opening and falling, and came to an end. He changed his posture and took to the Naihe Bridge, and picked up Meng Po's soup. My tears flow and flow, and my heart is broken and broken. I called him: Shahua, I'm your manju, don't you remember? ! Finally, on the other side of autumn, when I was in full bloom with white flowers, he came, with a dusty face and a haggard face, and came to my side.

I thought he would be in a hurry to drink Meng Po Tang, which made him forget me more and more. However, when he passed me, he actually slowed down and turned to look at me.

With that look, the dry tears in my heart gushed like spring water; Only that one look will turn thousands of years of depression in my heart into tears; Only that look, all kinds of bitterness are gone. On the other side of autumn, I drive very fresh and pure.

It is thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of meeting once a year. Every time he looks back, there is a deep scar in his heart. Year after year ... I don't remember how many millennia. He suddenly stopped in front of me, mumbling, deja vu, deja vu ... I was amazed that my heart was completely broken in that one, and the white flowers turned red at that moment, like fire, like tea, like blood ... He retreated to the bridge in horror, and Meng Po Tang overflowed from the bowl in his trembling hands ... From then on, on the other side of autumn, the forgotten river was full of blood, dazzling and gorgeous.

When the flowers were blooming, he came again, wandering around me, and when he stepped onto the bridge, he looked back and muttered, Manzhu? Manzhu? I have no tears. Meng Po sighed. This is the only sigh I have heard in ten thousand years.

At this time, people say that on the other side of autumn, a rare blood-red flower will bloom on the Santo River in Forgotten Sichuan. The fragrance of this flower is magical and can arouse people's memories of life. This flower is called the flower on the other side. Thousands of times of looking back, rubbing shoulders, meeting, getting to know each other, and knowing each other, the Buddhist language has come true, so I calmly opened it and settled down, waiting for love after a thousand years.

Love comes calmly, but it is shocking. He squatted down, kissed my face and whispered, Manzhu, I won't forget you again. I want you to stay with me. I suddenly looked at him. Doesn't he remember that Buddha said that we only meet once in our life? He smiled at me, quietly picked a flower, hid it in his sleeve and walked onto the bridge. I saw him smiling and watching me drink the soup slowly.

Meng Po's face flashed a strange smile. The Buddha said that we violated God's will and never saw each other again.

But he's smiling, smiling comfortably. So he became a leaf on my stem. Only when the leaf fell can it bloom, and all the flowering leaves have fallen off.

He said, we don't want to meet once in a lifetime and we don't want to forget each other. This is that we will live together forever, never separate, never forget! Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures say: the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and flowers and leaves will never meet.

Love is not a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate. Thus, the flower on the other side has another name in Buddhist language: Manzhu Shahua.

It's over. We'll stay at Meng Po Bridge forever.

4. What are the poems about flowers?

Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.

How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is all north, and flowers bloom late every year.

Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice? Plum blossom quatrains (the third poem) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity is among the flowers.

Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow.

I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading.

Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first.

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea.

Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease.

No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.

Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.

The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.

Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom.

Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight.

We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.

No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away.

A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.

Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year.

There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely.

Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy.

If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai. Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! .

Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps.

Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.

On the river, Mei Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree and the blooming flowers on the Han River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.

Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable. What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad.

It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.

Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.

Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it.

The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list.

Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know.

Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing.

Plum Blossom Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang has a plum tree, and now it has several flowers. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color.

When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial.

In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated. In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old.

I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables are short and red wax flowers.

How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night.

Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Give plum blossoms to Sushi Ridge in Song Mei, and the flowers will be white and pedestrians will not come.

Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost.

Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is common, and Song's understanding of them is more realistic.

Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum.

Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. To Ye Fan, to Lukai, to Song Dynasty, to Song Dynasty.

There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Don and Xiaomei are in the garden on the mountain and stagger down to the small garden.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn. Wang Mei Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.

It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road.

Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen.

Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely.

Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.

Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?

Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is all north, and flowers bloom late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?

Plum blossom quatrains (the third poem) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity is among the flowers. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.

Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.

Jiang Meitang Du Ruila broke before.

5. What are the poems about flowers?

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. -(Tang) Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains"

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? -(Tang) Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone, knowing from a distance that it is not snow because of Dimfragrance. -(Tang) Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -(Tang) Zhang's "Fishing Songs"

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. -(Tang) Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. -(Tang) "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Song of Snow White"

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. -(Song) Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -(Tang) Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -(Song) Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -(Tang) Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"

6. Good is a pine, evil is a flower, and a pine is not as plain as a flower. One day, it will be rich in first frost, but only one pine tree can't see the flowers.

It is a famous saying of Liu Bowen in the Ming Dynasty, with no specific source.

Good as pine and cypress, evil as flower, but it is not as good as it at present; One day, when I was hit by frost, I saw that Song Qing didn't see flowers.

A pine tree with good appearance and cold tolerance is like a beautiful flower for a while. At present, pine trees are not as beautiful as flowers. One day the frost came, and I saw that the pine trees were still green and tall, but the flowers withered!

In other words, doing good deeds may not benefit in the short term, but it will be felt after a long time. Although doing evil benefits for a while, it will be despised by everyone if you do it for a long time.

This kind of exhortation to the world shows the retribution of good and evil, which is very reasonable. Good is like a pine and evil is like a flower. Pine gives people the feeling that it is not as good as a flower, but when it is blown by strong wind, it will only see pine trees and not flowers.

In other words: the wicked are like grindstones. On the surface, there is no damage, but in fact it is getting worse every day; A good man, like the grass in the garden, can smell its fragrance, although he doesn't feel special. Don't think that evil is unknown, heaven knows the earth, cause and effect know, and conscience knows; If you do a good deed, don't be discouraged. There is no good reward. You can see that the flowers and plants in the countryside are not growing, but little by little, and suddenly they are full of colorful flowers.

7. Poems about flowers

1 Rape flower: Rape flower is full of gold, and geese sound deep in spring.

Su Xinhua: Don't hang a curtain on this flower, but let the dust come out and write down the charm lightly. Everyone knows that there is a pure heart.

Lily: Learn to dye the color of pale yellow day lily, and several branches are fluttering in the wind. It is difficult to feel sorry for yourself and join the WTO, which does not mean that this flower was planted in front of the imperial court.

Plum blossom: one, two or three, three, four, five or six, seven, eight and ninety are all missing when flying into plum blossom.

Lotus: The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. Xiao He has sharp horns on which dragonflies stand for a long time.

6 hibiscus flowers: steamed millet with jade core, sunset red in golden room.

7 Winter jasmine: Jin Ying Cui calyx is cold in spring, and there are several yellow flowers! Return the way of the monarch to the way of the tourists, and don't turn a blind eye.

Begonia: There is a fragrance in the dark, not that you don't know it.

Camellia: Only camellia is durable, and several red flowers are inserted in the green bush.

10 Chinese rose: flowers bloom and fall, which has nothing to do with spring going and spring coming.