1. Poems about describing red flowers

Poems about describing red flowers 1. What are the poems about "red flowers"

1. Shantaohong The flowers are all over the sky, and the spring water of the Shujiang River flows into the mountains.

"Bamboo Branch Poems: The Mountains Are Full of Red Flowers" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River beats the mountain flow.

The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.

Definition:

Translation

In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are in full bloom, and the water of the Shu River laps at the cliffs nearby. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was like the peach blossoms, and her infinite sorrow was like the endless river.

2. The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the troubled red flowers reflect the white flowers.

"Seven Quatrains on Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers.

To repay the spring sunshine, you should spend your life with fine wine.

Definition:

There are two or three families living in the quiet bamboo forest on the bank of the Shenjiang River, with the provocative red flowers set off against the white flowers. I have a place to repay the kindness of spring, and the oars in the hotel can send my years away.

3. Hundreds of chirps and thousands of sounds move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

"Thrush" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Hundreds of chirps and thousands of sounds move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest.

Definition:

The blackbird sings thousands of times, flying in the forest according to its own thoughts, and shuttles freely among the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers. . Only now do I know: The cry of the thrush locked in the golden cage I heard before is far inferior to the free singing when wandering in the forest.

4. As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red.

"Nanxiangzi·The Road Enters Nanzhong" Five Dynasties: Ouyang Jiong

As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red. People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans after a light rain, and their bare hands are raised under the trees.

Definition:

As the road enters the hinterland of Lingnan, the purple polygonum flowers beside the water reflect the dark green of the palm leaves. After a light rain, every family gathered red beans. Their slender hands were spread under the trees, and they were as white as jade.

5. Ye Cui originally has shy eyebrows, but the blush is as strong as the cheeks.

"Song of Lotus Picking" Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Returning from picking lotuses, clad in green water and hibiscus. The autumn wind stirs the waves and the geese fly. The osmanthus and orchids are under the Changpu River, and the oars are gently swayed by the jade wrists in the skirts.

The Yeyu flower pool is extremely flat, and the river is full of lovesickness. Lovesickness is painful, and good times cannot last.

The soldiers outside the Great Wall have not yet returned, and it is already dusk picking lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. It's dusk now, I'm picking lotus flowers.

Qu will definitely be a prostitute now. The mulberry leaves in the south of the official road are like picking lotus flowers on the river.

The lotus is a lotus, and the flowers and leaves are so dense. Ye Cui's eyebrows are shy, but the blush is as strong as her cheeks.

The beauty is no longer here, and I look forward to separation. Pull the flowers to pity the stems, break the lotus roots and love the silk threads.

Old feelings have nowhere to go, and new things come from China. I don't hesitate to pay tribute to Xijin, but I am ashamed of Beihaiyan's late writing.

There are rhythms in the lotus-picking songs, and the lotus-picking night does not stop. It is the time when the wind is rising over the mighty river, and the moon is rising over the wandering river.

Wandering around Lianpu and meeting each other at night, Wu Ji Yue’s daughter is so beautiful! ***Ask Hanjiang thousands of miles away, how heavy is the Zhengkeguan Mountain Road?

Interpretation:

Returning from picking lotus, the lotus is so lush that it covers the green water like clothes, the autumn wind blows the waves, and wild ducks and geese fly. She rowed a lotus boat to the shore, wearing a silk skirt and gently rocking the oar with her jade wrist. Looking from a distance, there are lotus leaves and lotus flowers between the island and the deep pool, and Jiangnan folk songs are heard, adding to the pain of lovesickness. The longing for lovesickness is painful, and the days of meeting each other cannot be kept. The expedition outside the Great Wall still hasn't returned, and it's already dusk again to collect lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. It is already sunset, picking lotus flowers.

They may not all be prostitutes. How can picking mulberry leaves on Chengnan Avenue compare with picking lotus flowers on the river? Lotus, there is a lotus, the flowers and leaves are so dense and overlapping. Although the lotus leaves are green, they are shy compared to the eyebrows. The red lotus flowers are barely comparable to the beautiful cheeks. The person I miss is not here, and I look forward to the time of separation. If you touch the flower, you will love and pity its two pedicles; if you break the lotus root, you will love and pity its silk threads.

The joy of the past is nowhere to be found, and the lotus flowers in front of me are in vain.

I don't care about Xijin's unification of the pendant as a gift, but I am still worried about Beihai Yan's book being too late. The lotus-picking song has a rhythm, and the lotus-picking does not stop all night long. Just when the river wind is blowing, the river moon is lingering. The moon shadow moves slowly, Lianpu meets each other in the night, and there are so many Wu Ji and Yue girls. They asked each other about the journey to Guanshan, thousands of miles away from Hanjiang River, and news about their husbands.

6. Sit down and take a look around, you will see red flowers and green willows and orioles singing randomly, and thousands of houses and wells are connected to the stream.

"Send Li Sima off in the West Pavilion" Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen

To the west of Gaogao Pavilion County, it reaches thousands of feet straight up to the level of the clouds. Try climbing up the edge of the cliff, and the mountains will fly downward.

My five horses are neighing for half a day, and the silk rope and jade pot are carried for you. Sitting there, I could see nothing but red flowers and green willows and warblers singing, and thousands of houses and wells connected back to the stream.

When I was still not drunk in the wine shop, I heard about the evening chicken, so I wrote and wrote the paper for you. I am sorry to explain it to you. The grass is luxuriant and there are no horseshoes.

Interpretation:

The high pavilion is located to the west of the county town, rising thousands of feet up to the level of the floating clouds. Climbing along the cliff towards the top of the mountain, the birds feel lower when looking down from the mountains. The horses neighed in the sky for half a day, and the wine was played for friends.

Sitting on the pavilion, you can see the endless horizon. Red flowers and green willows are everywhere, warblers are singing, and thousands of households are connected to the winding creek. When I was still drunk, I heard the rooster crow in the evening. I picked up a pen and wrote a poem to say goodbye to my friend. I wrote a poem for you. I am sad to say goodbye. The spring grass is luxuriant and there are no horse hooves.

2. Ancient poems about red flowers

1. Frost leaves are as red as February flowers

Tang Dynasty

Du Mu

"Mountain Travel"

2. After the rain, the remaining flowers fall to the ground red

Tang Dynasty

Feng Yansi

"Picking Mulberries·Late in the Bridal Room" "Song of Shengge"

3. The ground is full of red buttercups

Tang Dynasty

Feng Yansi

"Nanxiangzi·Dry rain weeps in the autumn wind"

4. The flowers in the forest have faded in spring

Tang

Li Yu

"Happy Meeting·The flowers in the forest have faded in spring"

5. The Lonely Red Palace Flower

Tang Dynasty

Yuan Zhen

"The Palace"

6. Lotus After opening, the West Lake is full of wine. There is no need for flags, red buildings and green covers at the front and back. With the painting, the boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers. The fragrance is golden, the mist is slightly rainy, and there is a sound of music. I return drunk.

Song Dynasty

Ouyang Xiu

"Picking Mulberry·The West Lake is Beautiful after the Lotus Blooms"

7. This year’s flowers are more red than last year

Song Dynasty

Ouyang Xiu

"Langtaosha·Wish the Wine to the East Wind"

8. The flowers are clear and the curtains are red with shadows

Song Dynasty

Chen Ke

"Bodhisattva Man·Chilan Bridge fills the fragrant street"

3. What are the sentences describing "red flowers"

What are the sentences describing "red flowers":

1. Among the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge. There are green leaves and red flowers on the bridge, and people running under the bridge. On the other end of the bridge are black hair, and on this side of the bridge are green silk flowers. The head is white.

2. If you go to Changbai Mountain, please leave a red flower on the snow-capped mountain. Maybe in 2015, the flower will have bloomed into withered bones. Please also let him know that someone will take him back. Home.

3. Swallows fly to drink wine, and red flowers hang on long branches.

4. The broken red flowers are broken, the withered green lamps are lit, the faded human skin is painted, and the shadows of the past are depicted.

5. Put the rolling stick in the soil and hope that red flowers will grow. Throw a pebble into the water and hope a tail will grow. Press the paper under the pillow and hope that the dream will be printed into a picture. Put the stamp on your heart and hope to send it to her far away.

6. I told the little girl in the dream that when she grows up, I will take her to see the red flowers on the cliff and the white beads on the seabed. I will be so happy that she will fight, eat, drink, read and play the piano. I can't help but take it with me, and the mountains and rivers will last a lifetime.

7. The petals of red flowers are covered with orchids. I feel sorry for you, but why leave? The heart of red flowers is full of simple words. It's pity, but why is it zero? The red flowers are a little drunk, and it’s already the end of the road. It's pity, but where can I go?

8. The first time we met, under the peach tree, flowers were raining, the wind blew off the pink petals, and the dusty fragrance faded away. Dressed in white, you are as calm as water, as cold as the moon, and indescribably noble and lonely.

9. The mountains are covered with peach and red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River hits the mountains.

10. The red flowers in the woods have withered, and the flowers have only bloomed and fallen. It has only been a few hours, and it is really too hasty. There is nothing we can do. How can the flowers withstand the desolation of the cold wind and rain day and night? The red flowers falling all over the ground were soaked by the rain, like the rouge on the cheeks of a beautiful woman flowing with tears.

11. Kill, kill, kill, covered with silver helmets and plain armor, red flowers are growing wherever the horses tread, and the border town is showing its splendor.

12. Among the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge. On the bridge are green leaves and red flowers, under the bridge are flowing water people's houses, and on the other end of the bridge are green hairs. This end of the bridge is white hair.

13. Flowers are flying all over the sky, fallen flowers are in profusion, and pink petals are fluttering on the hair and skirt of the young man in snow under the peach blossom tree. Lonely, miserable.

14. Four years later, one day, I suddenly saw a black bird sitting in the moon. The flowers on the tree had already bloomed, and the red flowers had fallen all over the ground.

15. The prosperous season of jade brocade has long passed, and despite the red flowers falling in the garden, although we were reluctant to let go of the throbbing we once had, we were unable to hold on until the end.