1. Inspirational poems about weeds

Inspirational poems about weeds 1. Poems about weeds

"Farewell to Fude Gu Yuancao"

Author: Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.

"Woyi Alley"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi

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

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

"Jinling Nostalgia"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Sikong Shu

The chariot road and the river are dark with maples, and the palace gardens are covered with spring weeds.

Sad Yu Kaifu, always serving as a minister of the Northern court.

"Manxing Part One"

Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Wang Mian

The white fog and yellow smoke are miserable for hundreds of barbarians, and the crane has not returned for a long time.

Thousands of miles of rivers return to the sea, and thousands of mountains pass through the sword pass.

The white-sounding poet made the ministers shed tears, but the young and talented man regained his composure.

How much do you know about old sorrows and new hatreds? All among the flowers and weeds.

2. Compositions, verses and poems about weeds

Weeds

Early morning

I opened the slightly closed window

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A strange fragrance came to my face

With the breath of midsummer

I was holding my shoes

Barefoot

Walking on the fragrant path that is soft and full of wild grass

The cool breeze blows

It makes me

feel peaceful and natural

Staring at the weeds

I couldn’t help but admire it from the bottom of my heart

Weeds

You are a weed that cannot be burned by wildfire, but grows again in the spring breeze

How should I use my blunt pen to describe your grace?

Wild grass

You are a wild grass that is swept by strong winds and eroded by heavy rains but is not afraid of danger and is proud of the wind and rain

How should I use my own techniques to express your shadow?

Maybe

Weed is a spirit and a quality

It is a An indomitable and persistent spirit that always inspires me to keep moving forward

Man Ting Fang · Praise for Weeds

Rooted in the wilderness, my soul is tied to the earth, why fear the storm?

Even if you have a delicate body, you must hold your head high.

Despite the lightning and thunder, stand proudly and rage towards the sky.

Stand your spine, face hardships, and remain indomitable!

Indifferent reputation, hidden in the wilderness, doing everything possible to sow green.

Even if the autumn frost wilts, it is dormant and waiting to continue.

Although it is not as beautiful as a hundred flowers, what else can compare to its true nature?

In the coming year, ride the east wind and see green mountains and valleys.

——I would like to write this poem in memory of my beloved Mr. Lu Xun

The weeds grow wildly (another poem)

The wild grasses growing wildly does not mean that my soul world is deserted

But it is reducing the mental area of ??desertification

It makes me think as fresh as leaves every day

Here is the Zhenwei grass that improves eyesight and improves energy

Here There are Youdongs who grow on stems

Each tree is filled with hot sunlight

Ah, the weeds have grown beyond the height of my heart

Shell Life

I am fragile, I don’t show off my strength and I don’t look for trouble

I surrender before an opponent I can’t win at the moment

Like a soft clam huddled in a shell and suffering. Dormant

Even if I am regarded as a waste by others, it doesn’t matter in the end

It’s best for others to forget my existence

I am constantly secreting from self-torture

Produce the hormones of creation and development

Wild grass soul

------In memory of Lu Xun

You have many dreams, many dreams

The dream possessed by weeds, for the winter in Beijing

Looking at the kite under the blue sky, sustenance

Sadness

You are alive, Always use death as the title

In the dusk, let the wandering soul accept the masculinity

Let Longhua's peach blossoms not be able to cover them

The ferocious white bones

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Your pen is in the ruins and barren tombs

Spreading silver light with you

Swallowing bloody steamed buns

The awning boat carries away your people and your heart

Tethered to the young man holding a steel fork. For Ah Q’s masturbation

Be lucky and pray for Mrs. Xianglin

For the sesame seeds in the cracks of the table to fall into the mouth of the sour scholar

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Under the moonlight, you are a wild elf

But you look up at the coachman's back and use your unique singing voice

to compete with the mad dog for the treasure. My voice is finally hoarse

I can no longer say goodbye to my lover, so I sleep forever

Under the eyes of a beautiful woman

3. Ancient poems about weeds

The grass grows in Lili Yuan, and it withers and grows every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but spring breeze blows and grows again

The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, but the spring grass in the city is too deep

It rains lightly in the street. The color of the grass is as smooth and crisp as it looks from a distance, but there is nothing up close

Village home

Qing? Gaoding

The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,

The willows on the embankment are drunk by the spring smoke.

Children come back early from school,

taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

The wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep.

The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the color of the grass is green in the curtains

The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only the shallow grass can have no horse hooves

The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of the grass Seen from a distance but not close, there is nothing.

A bush of vanilla is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of hairspring is just across the road.

The fragrant grass and emotions are all in the way of the horse, and the good clouds cover the buildings everywhere.

Jiang Chun refused to keep returning guests, and the grass was green and sent horses' hooves away.

God's will is pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.

The strong grass does not depend on the strong wind, but it changes at zero frost; the green sunflower is good at facing the day, and the sky is warm and confusing.

4. Inspiring poems about flowers and plants

1 The fifth poem in "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai", "The sun is setting in the day when I am sad about the majestic separation, and I chant the whip and point to the east to the end of the world. Falling red is not A ruthless thing turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Gong Zizhen

2 "Farewell to the Ancient Grass Grass" Tang Bai Juyi

When the grass grows in the original grass, it withers and grows every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson away again, full of love.

3 "Chuzhou West Stream" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

4 The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. (Bai Juyi's Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake)

5 The country is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the city is surrounded by deep vegetation in spring. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

6 kinds of beans At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is better than the bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming Returns to the Garden and Lives in the Fields)

7 The roads are narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. (Tao Yuanming returned to the garden and lived in the fields)

8 When the wind breaks through the waves, sometimes the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. (Li Bai's journey is difficult)

5. Poems about weeds

Ding the storm------------Xin Qiji

The weeds and idle flowers are not spring. The cuckoo is an old knowledge. If you don't return home, you will live there. Plum rain. The pomegranate flower has left its soul again. The ministers in the front hall are surrounded by the ladies in the palace. An ocher robe and a red scarf. Don't ask about the rise and fall of today's masters. listen to. The hairiness before the flowers is already embarrassing.

Qijue · Ode to Wild Grasses and Flowers

Flowers are flying beside the embankment and along the stream, wrapped in bright red and bathing in the sunshine.

Don’t show flattery to the world, and be happy at home wherever you are.

"Wild Grass" inscription =============Lu Xun

When I am silent, I feel fulfilled; when I speak, I feel emptiness.

The life of the past is dead. I rejoice greatly in this death, for by this I know that it once lived. The life of death has decayed. I rejoice greatly in this decay, for by this I know that it is not empty.

It is my sin that the mud of life is abandoned on the ground, producing no trees but only weeds.

Weeds are not deep at all, and their flowers and leaves are not beautiful, but they absorb dew, water, and the blood and flesh of the dead, each of which robs it of its existence. While it is alive, it will still be trampled on and cut down, until it dies and decays.

But I am calm and happy. I will laugh and I will sing.

I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds.

The underground fire is running and raging underground; once the lava erupts, it will burn out all the weeds and trees, leaving nothing to decay.

But I am calm and happy. I will laugh and I will sing.

The world is so quiet that I cannot laugh and sing. If heaven and earth were not so peaceful, I might not be able to. Between light and darkness, life and death, past and future, I dedicate this tussock of wild grass as my pledge to friend and foe, man and beast, those I love and those I do not love.

For my own sake, for the sake of friend and foe, man and beast, those whom I love and those whom I do not love, I hope that this wild grass will decay quickly. Otherwise, I have not lived in the first place, which would be truly more unfortunate than death and decay.

Go away, weeds, even with my inscription!

6. Inspirational verses describing plants

1. Thousands of dark green branches and a little red do not need much to move the spring scenery. ——Wang Anshi's "Ode to Pomegranate Flowers"

2. In May, thousands of pomegranate flowers illuminate your eyes, and you can see the beginning of the child among the branches. ——Han Yu's "Durian Flower"

3. In April, the south wind blows the barley yellow, and the jujube flowers have not yet fallen in the shade of the tung trees. ——Li Xin's "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu"

4. When the pavilion is full of wine, hibiscus blooms on all sides. ——Wang Wei's "Linhu Pavilion"

5. Hibiscus was born on the Qiu River, and it does not complain to the east wind. ——Gao Chan's "Shang Shang Shilang"

6. The lotus is deep, the water is broad, and the rain is fragrant. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Hesheng Yu Baihuazhou"

7. The new lotus trees on the stream have just emerged from the water, and the greenhouse is slightly red. ——Mi Youren's "Linjiang Mountain"

8. The lotus leaves touching the sky are extremely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingzi Temple"

9. The purple and bright colors are half-opened, the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes are all gone and the lotus flowers are sad. ——Tang Zhao's "Late Autumn in Chang'an"

10. The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the flowers are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by. If he were the Qing Emperor in his youth, he would be rewarded with peach blossoms.

——Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"

11. After dusk, when the wine is drunk in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin"

12. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than fall in the north wind. ——Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum"

13. The clear frost intoxicates the maple leaves, and the pale moon hides the reed flowers. ——Yuan Xuyou's "Early Journey to Hong Kong"

14. The fragrant plum blossoms and vegetables are full of sleeves, and I am secretly happy that the spring red is still there. ——Yan Jidao's "Qing Ping Le"

15. Willows hang down on the river, and plum blossoms fade in the snow. ——Wang Anshi's "Linjiang Immortal"

16. The willows in the thatched pavilion on the sand are new and dark, and the lotus in the wild pond beside the city is red. ——Du Fu's "Late Spring"

17. The fragrance of lotus follows you when you sit and lie down, and the color of the lake reflects the morning and dusk. ——Liu Changqing's "Leave an Inscription on the Pixi Water Hall of Li Ming Mansion"

18. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom"

19. Pretending to be a small red peach and apricot color, there is still a solitary, thin, snowy and frosty appearance. ——Su Shi

20. There is also a letter from Jiangnan at the end of the world, and the broken plum blossoms tell us that spring is near. ——Huang Tingjian's "Plum Poppy"

21. Plum willows are placed between the door plants, and there are beautiful flowers in one line. ——Tao Yuanming's "Wax Moon"

22. A tree with cold plum blossoms and white jade strips, near the village road and the creek bridge. ——Zhang Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms"

23. The beauty of the scenery is unnoticed by the plum blossoms in the back garden. ——Shi Qing's "Yingzhao Fu De Da Ye"

24. The plum blossoms have not diminished, and the spring tenderness cannot help but be cold. ——Du Mu's "Reflections on Early Spring to Yuan Xing"

25. In the deep snow in Qian Village, a branch bloomed last night. ——Qi Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms"

26. The pines in the streams turn straight from the cold, and the mountain chrysanthemums are fragrant in autumn. ——Wang Ji "Giving Li Zhengjun a Longevity"

27. The chrysanthemums in the deep courtyard are covered with rain, and half of the lotus pond is covered with frost. ——Du Fu's "Su Zan Gongfang"

28. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that there will be no flowers after all. ——Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum"

29. There are no catkins blowing up due to the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun. ——Sima Guang's "Early Summer in Guesthouse"

30. The osmanthus moon falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky floats outside. ——Song Zhiwen "Lingyin Temple"