1. What are some beautiful words and phrases to describe plant roots?
★The mountain is covered with cypress trees. Each tree has a green wave, rolling up layer by layer, like a three-dimensional lake.
★Climbing up among the ancient cypress trees, it is really quiet and quiet. The air is filled with the bitter smell of cypress leaves, and it seems that you are surrounded by the incense of Qionglou Fairy Pavilion. ★The rounded buds on the plane tree have stretched out, like small lavender trumpets.
★In the warm wind of early spring, the fluffy yellow flying flowers of the sycamore trees are floating all over the sky, like strange snow falling from the sky. ★The tall banyan tree sprouts countless aerial roots, like the braids of a Uighur girl.
★The prosperous old banyan tree has a thick and thick beard hanging down, like a few old people, lazily huddled together and taking a nap. ★The aerial roots of this big banyan tree hang down from the trunk more than two feet high and penetrate into the ground. The roots vary in thickness from thirty to fifty, and they become a huge harp.
★The roots of the ancient banyan tree are like dragons, and the skin is like cracked rock, like a centenarian man stroking his long beard. ★There is an old locust tree in the small courtyard. It has many knots and bulges on its body, like a skinny old man.
★An old locust tree in the corner of the yard remained motionless, its messy dead branches seeming to cast a fishing net into the sky. ★The spring breeze blew gently, the drizzle gently moistened the trees, and the brown buds on the elm trees turned into soft yellow and green round coins.
★The trunk of the old elm tree is very thick, and the bark is cracked into pieces, like large fish scales. ★This old elm tree, in this boundless sea of ??sand, looks like a kind old man, holding a huge green umbrella high to protect passers-by from the rain.
★The willow branches hang weakly, as if trying to burrow into the ground to escape the scorching sun. ★A few rows of declining willow trees hang like tangled hair, their branches stripped of leaves swaying in the cold wind.
★Goose-yellow buds have sprouted from the willow branches, each like a chick's beak. ★The drizzle is floating like fine dust, and the willows by the lake are like the hair of a newly bathed girl, dripping with crystal water drops.
★The willows on both sides of the dam, some like old men with white hair, and some like young girls with shawl-haired hair, form a corridor with beaded curtains for the long dam. . ★A row of willows is half-submerged in the water, like a group of girls lifting up their skirts and standing in the moonlight to wash their long hair.
★Willows hang down their slender and soft branches, like the long hair of a girl who has just washed her hair and not braided it. ★Rain and mist sprinkled on the willow leaves, rustling like a girl caressing the strings, and like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.
★The river willows on both sides of the river have changed from tender green to dark green, fluttering the new soft branches, which are reflected on the river surface, making the river water also dyed green, as if an emerald river is running eastward. . ★The criss-crossing scaly bark of the willow tree that has lost its green color is like the wrinkles on the face of a silent and old man.
★As you walk on the road, flying catkins often surround you left and right, sometimes touching your clothes or hitting your face, entangled endlessly. This will remind people of the ancient poem "There is love even in falling catkins and flying silk threads".
★The patches of birch forest look like groups of slender girls wearing white dresses. ★The white lotus after the rain has a different kind of charm.
The water droplets on the lotus leaves rolled back and forth, sparkling like broken pearls. There are drops of clear water on the buds, and the white lotuses that have just opened are even more sparkling and lovely, wrapped in silver and bright like the moon.
★The white lotus is like a peach blossom blooming brilliantly but not withered by the rain, like a peony blooming quietly but still emerging from the mud; like welcoming the spring, it is elegant and affectionate yet fruitful but not proud. ★Under the morning sun, among the green trees, strings of longan look like chubby little urchins, grinning happily.
★Hawthorn began to turn red, like a shy little girl, hiding half of her face. ★Cherry flowers covered the village like white clouds.
★In autumn, the deep red persimmons, like a tree of flames, will amaze you. ★Every persimmon tree is burning with a passionate flame, showing off the orange-red harvest news to people.
★There are cascading green clouds in the vineyard, and the dense clusters of grapes are like pearl towers and piles of emerald beads. Each grape is like a big and shiny "cat's eye" "It makes people feel sweet and refreshing. ★The grapes called "crystal" are long, green, and crystal clear, as if they were carved out of crystal and jade.
★Under the dense and lush leaves, grapes hung all over the rack, some purple-red, some green, like agate, like emerald. ★The bright red pomegranate flowers hang on the tree, dressing it up like a shy girl.
★The skin of a ripe pomegranate sometimes explodes, like a child opening its mouth wide, revealing its neat teeth. ★The pomegranates are all split open, revealing the pomegranate seeds that look like teeth. The leaves at the top are all gathered together like a bow, making it even more beautiful.
★In late autumn, all the pomegranates on the tree have their mouths opened, like blooming flowers.
★The pomegranates are ripe, and each one of them blooms with cute doll-like round faces and smiles, vying to report the good news of ripeness to people.
★When the pomegranate fruit is ripe, it splits open to reveal pearly agate-like seeds, which look like the white teeth of a girl’s smile. ★The coconut leaves are like long feathers. When there is wind, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and when there is no wind, they are also elegant and beautiful.
★Tall and straight coconut trees, under the blue sky, their leaves spread out like peacock tails. ★The tall coconut tree is like a sun umbrella, always leaning towards the sea and bending slightly.
★The grove in the distance is shining with green light, and the green leaves are gently shaking in the breeze, as if singing a beautiful song. ★Shu Lin woke up, combed his hair in the morning breeze, and was busy wiping the rose-red morning glow on his face.
★The woods make a "rustling" sound when blown by the breeze. From a distance, it looks like the undulating waves of the sea. ★The mottled tree shadows are clearly cast on the path, like paper-cut paintings of suitable shades.
★The poplar, elm, and locust trees that have lost all their leaves stretch out their charcoal-like branches toward the gray sky. ★The forest in June is filled with all kinds of wild flowers, as brilliant as if they were sprinkled with gems and covered with brocade.
★When you are in the maple forest, the countless red leaves are like red butterflies perching on the branches. ★This huge maple forest is like a palette filled with paints, bringing dazzling colors to visitors at once: bright red, dark red, light red, orange, medium yellow, purple...it’s almost everything you need, it’s fascinating. Dizzying.
★The maple leaves all over the mountain are red, as red as sunset and like fire. 2. Poems about plants
1. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
The author Bai Juyi lived in the Tang Dynasty
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially calm with clouds Feet low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar trees.
Vernacular translation:
Walking around the north of Gushan Temple and west of Jiagong Pavilion, the lake water has just risen and is level with the shore, and the white clouds are hanging very low.
A few early yellow warblers are vying to roost in the sunny warm trees, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud.
The wildflowers are dazzling when they bloom, and the spring grass has not grown tall enough to just cover the horses' hooves.
My favorite scenery in the east of the lake is unforgettable, with rows of willows passing through a white sand embankment.
2. "Spring Hope"
Author Du Fu Tang Dynasty
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.
Vernacular translation:
Chang'an fell, the country was shattered, and only the mountains and rivers remained; spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang'an city is lush with vegetation.
Feeling sentimental about state affairs, I can’t help but burst into tears, and the chirping of birds frightens my heart, which only adds to the sorrow and hatred of separation.
The continuous war has continued until now. Letters from home are rare, and one letter is worth ten thousand taels of gold.
Wrapped in sorrow, I scratched my head and thought. My white hair became shorter and shorter, and I couldn’t even insert the hairpin.
3. "Chile Song"
Author anonymous, Dynasty Southern and Northern Dynasties
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is blue and the fields are vast. Cows and sheep can be seen in the windblown grass.
Vernacular translation:
The vast Chile Plain is at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky over the Chile River looks like the felt tents where herders live.
It is connected to the earth on all four sides, with endless blue sky and endless green fields. The wind blew to the lower parts of the grass, and groups of cattle and sheep appeared and disappeared.
4. "Spring Snow"
Author Han Yu, Dynasty and Tang Dynasty
The New Year is not yet full of youth, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.
The snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
Vernacular translation:
The New Year has come, but there are no fragrant flowers yet. It was not until February that I was pleasantly surprised to find new shoots of grass sprouting.
Bai Xue also thought that spring came too late, so she deliberately turned into flowers and flew among the trees in the courtyard.
5. "Qingpingle Village Dwelling"
Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
Vernacular translation:
The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. The drunken Wudi dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family does that old man with white hair belong to?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the second son is busy weaving chicken coops. The most beloved one is the scoundrel's young son, who is lying in the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the newly picked lotus pods.
3. Poems and famous sayings about plants
Poetry: [Plum Blossom] 1. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. 2. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. 3. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
4. Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
5. The jade bones and ice skin are incompatible with the world, and the cliffs are proud of the frosty sky. 6. There is no fear of frost and snow. The more severe the cold, the more fragrant it becomes.
7. The solitary fragrance admires itself far away from the hustle and bustle, and wants to call the east wind to announce the early spring. [Willow] 1. The short and long strips brush the short and long embankment, and the orioles are singing on it.
2. The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. 3. Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. [Begonia] 1. The clear autumn dew touches the green fragrance, and the plain shadows shake the windows beside the jade bricks.
2. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin [Lotus, Lotus] 1. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. 2. Washing the clear water without being evil, coming out of the mud without being stained, you can watch it from a distance but not playing with it 3. The river has just revealed its pointed feet, and dragonflies have already stood on it. [Chrysanthemum] 1. *** Sitting on the railing The sun is setting, and the golden pistil is flowing with clouds.
2. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. 3. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to bring chrysanthemums.
[Apricot] 1. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a red apricot comes out of the wall. 2. The swallows do not return, spring is late, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. 3. The small building listens to the spring rain all night , Selling apricot flowers in deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty. [Bamboo] 1. Firmly adhere to the green mountains and do not relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks. 2. Young bamboo shoots are a treasure on the table, and they can be used for a variety of purposes for the people.
3. The reputation of a modest gentleman is better than that of a sage. [Maple Leaf] Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. [Pine] 1. They will never wither despite the wind and rain, and they will never bend under the pressure of snow and frost.
2. The old man lives in Nanshan, and he has experienced all kinds of frosts and ambitions. [Peach Blossom] 1. Don’t compete with the peony for beauty, but will bring back the spring with its fruitful fruits.
2. The fragrance is so fragrant that Li Xing marries a family. 3. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me.
4. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. [Dahua] 1. Rice flowers for thousands of miles should be beautiful, and tung leaves at the fifth watch have the best sound.
2. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. [Reed Flowers] 1. Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of the reed flowers.
2. The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who will the swallows fly next to when returning home? [Pear Blossom] 1. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom.
2. The moon melts in the pear courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond. Quotes: 1. Human beings are plants that make thoughts blossom and bear fruit, just like roses blooming on a rose tree, and apple trees full of apples. ——Antoine Fabre Dorivi 2. True friendship is a slow-growing plant:———— Washington 3. Natural talents are like natural plants, which require knowledge to prune.
——Bacon 4. Nature is like a seed. It can grow into a fragrant flower or a poisonous weed. Therefore, people should always check to cultivate the former and uproot the latter. ——Bacon 5. Seeds do not fall on fertile soil but on rubble. A viable seed will never be pessimistic and sigh, because only with resistance can there be tempering.
--Xia Yan 6. The doctrine that made him dedicate himself to its early realization will not be affected by the establishment of all laws and the destruction of laws, but will grow stronger and mature day by day - just like the earth. The seeds, no matter the cold in winter or the drought in summer, still dedicate their full grains to mankind. Panditan 7. When I was young, my life was like a flower - when the spring breeze came to her door to beg, and one or two petals fell from her abundance, she never felt it. loss.
Now, my time has passed, and my life is like a fruit. There is nothing left to share, I am just waiting to dedicate her and the full and sweet burden together. Rabindranath Tagore 8. The career of fruits is noble, the career of flowers is sweet; but let me do the career of leaves, which hang their green shade humbly and attentively.
Rabindranath Tagore 9. The seeds of science grow for the benefit of the people. Mendeleev 10. Talent only gives some seeds, not established knowledge and virtue.
These seeds need to be developed, and development can only be achieved with the help of education and upbringing. Kailov 11. The tree is deep and is not afraid of being shaken by the wind, so why should the tree be upright and worry about the slanting moon shadow?
Ming · Anonymous 12. Ambition is the seedling of genius. After being cultivated by labor-loving hands, it will grow into a strong tree in the fertile fields and fertile soil. If you don’t love labor and don’t educate yourself, the seedling of ambition will wither up to its roots.
Determining personal ambitions and choosing a major is the source of happiness. Author: Suhomlinsky 13. They are very much like the trees in the forest. They all want to stand proudly and independently, but deep underground, their roots are intertwined, and above the ground, their branches and leaves are dependent on each other.
Zweig 14. When he plants a tree, he has seen the results for thousands of years and has already envisioned the happiness of mankind. This kind of person is rare. If you want to love, just love this kind of person.
Chekhov 15. In this sad and bright March, I rushed through my thin youth, through the purple pansy, through the kapok, through the sadness that appeared and disappeared. Happiness and impermanence. Guo Jingming 16. Many ideas are generated from certain cultural accomplishments, just like young buds growing on green branches.
Goethe 17. He who plants a tree must cultivate its roots, and he who plants virtue must cultivate his heart. Ming·Wang Shouren 18. The root of education is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
Aristotle 19. When you are thinking about poetry under the green corridor of prickly pear, you cannot smell the smell of cigar smoke where the manuscript has lost its poetic flavor. Balzac 20. The flower of pure love is bred in revolutionary ideals, grows in harmony and mutual encouragement, and blooms in the struggle between revolution and comrades.
This kind of flower of love rooted in like-minded people cannot be blown away by strong winds, cut down by sharp swords, closed in cages, or burned by flames. It can withstand any test. Chapter Heirloom 21. Fame is a tasteless sunflower, wearing a gorgeous and vulgar golden crown; friendship is a fresh rose, with pleated petals exuding refreshing fragrance.
Holmes 22. True friendship is not a vine that will spring up overnight and wither within a day. Charlotte Bronte 23. Friendship is a tree that provides shade.
Coleridge. 4. Poems about plants
1. The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
(He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow") 2. Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will they sprout when spring comes? (Wang Wei's "Lovesickness") 3. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. (Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci") 4. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
(Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong") 5. The garden is filled with spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It") 6. The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red.
(Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple") 7. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish. (Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song") 8. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
(Zhinan's "Quequatrains") 9. The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, so the boat pulls out of the willow shade. (Xu Fu's "Spring Tour in the Lake") 10. I know it's not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance coming.
(Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms") 11. The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and blooming every year. (Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass") 12. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
(Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai") 13. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" 14. The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
(Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake") 15. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but there will be no flowers after all the flowers are in bloom. (Yuan Zhen, "Chrysanthemum") 16. Learn to dye the daylily color with light yellow color, with a few branches standing slanting in the wind with dew.
(Yan Zhaohe, "Lily") 17. Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, it is different from peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. (Wang Mian's "White Plum") 18. The stolen pistils are three-thirds white, and they borrow a wisp of the plum blossom's soul.
(Cao Xueqin's "Ode to White Begonia") 19. The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house have blooming flowers with faint ink marks. (Wang Mian's "Mo Mei") 20. Mountain cherry blossoms are like beauties, and their beauty fades easily.
(Deng Erya's "Flower") Poems about plants Grass by Bai Juyi 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.
Falling Flowers Li Shangyin The guest in the high pavilion went unexpectedly, and the flowers in the small garden flew everywhere. The winding roads are scattered all the way, delivering the slanting light.
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.
Mo Mei Wang Mian The tree at the head of my home’s inkstone washing pond has blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe.
Lily Flowers, Qing Dynasty, Yan Zhaohe, dyed with light yellow daylily color, with a few branches standing slanting in the wind. Self-pity is so difficult to deal with in this world, it is not said that this flower is planted in front of the court.
Chrysanthemums, Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zhen The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
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.
Bu Suanzi Yong Mei Mao Zedong Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
Qiao doesn’t fight for spring, she only repays it. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes.
Bai Mei Yuan Wang Mian This body is worn in the ice and snow forest, not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe.
Mo Mei, Yuan Dynasty, Wang Mian. The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house have blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe.
It’s not worth visiting the garden. Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty should pity the teeth of his clogs and the green moss, and the small buckle of firewood will not open for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
Flowers Modern Times Deng Erya Yesterday the snow was like flowers, tomorrow the flowers will be like snow.
Mountain cherry blossoms are like beauties whose beauty fades easily.
Ode to the White Begonia by Cao Xueqin, Qing Dynasty The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin. I stole three cents of the pistil's white color, and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom's soul.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk jacket, and the resentful girl in autumn tries to mark the cry. Who can I complain to in shame and silence? Tired of leaning against the west wind, the night is already dark.
Lovesickness by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. I advise you to pick more, this is the most lovesick thing! Lily, Xiao Jing, Houliang, Southern Dynasty. There are many kinds of leaves, and the flowers have no different colors.
Showing or hanging down, leaning back when facing the wind. Passing Huaqing Palace, looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery and thousands of doors opening one after another on the top of the mountain.
Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee. Drinking at night in early winter: Huaiyang is sick and I seek pleasure, and the guest's sleeves are filled with frost and the candle tray.
Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be leaning on the railing next year? Shen Xiaxian: Who can sing a cappella? The grass path in Taiwu cannot be found. One night I dreamed at the foot of Xiaofu Mountain, the water was like a ring and the moon was like a lapel.
Sighing at the Flowers It’s natural to go to school late to find flowers, so there is no need to feel melancholy and complain about flowers. The strong wind wiped away all the crimson color, and the green leaves formed shades on the branches.
Mountain Walk Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Plum There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from afar, but only the faint fragrance.
Ai Lian said that the flowers of water, land and vegetation are extremely lovely. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the Li and Tang Dynasties, people have loved peonies very much.
I love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples clear but not evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. I said that chrysanthemum is a flower that represents seclusion; peony is a flower that represents wealth and honor; lotus is a flower that represents a gentleman.
Oops! The love of chrysanthemums is rarely heard of after Tao; the love of lotus is unknown to anyone. The love of peony should be cheered by all the barbarians! Bai Juyi's "Qin Zhongyin" No. 10 "Buying Flowers" Spring is approaching dusk in the imperial city, with noisy carriages and horses. When I talked about peonies, I went to buy flowers with them.
There is no permanent price for high or low, and the reward depends on the number of flowers. A hundred red flowers are burning, and there are five bunches of primeval flowers.
There is a curtain on the top and a woven fence on the side. Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will remain the same.
There is a farm owner who occasionally comes to buy flowers. He lowered his head and let out a long sigh, which no one could explain.
A clump of dark flowers, a tribute to ten households ============== Bai Juyi's "Peony Fragrance" is a good example. His poem goes: Peony Fragrant, fragrant peonies, golden stamens blooming in the ruby ??house. Thousands of scarlet flowers are shining brightly, and hundreds of crimson branches are shining brightly.
The brocade satin blooms on the ground for the first time, but the orchids and musk bags do not bloom when the wind blows. The Fairy Tree is white and colorless, and the Queen Mother's peach blossoms are small but not fragrant.
The dew is light and purple, and the morning sun shines red. The two colors of red and purple are of different shades, and the postures are low and high towards the back.
Ying Ye is passionate and shy, lying in the bush unable to hold drunken makeup. She covered her mouth with a coquettish smile, contemplating the resentment as if her heart was broken.
The colorful flowers are rich and elegant, and the miscellaneous flowers are incomparable. The money of dianthus is so fragile, but the bitterness of hibiscus and peony is ordinary... =============== Xu Ning has a poem "Peony": Who doesn't love peonies? They occupy the best things in the city.
Ying is the work of a goddess from Luochuan, her beauty is as beautiful as the morning glow. ============== Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum" The autumn silk winds around the house like a Tao family, and the fence becomes increasingly sloping all over.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. Chrysanthemums, Huangchao, are planted all over the courtyard in the rustling west wind, and the stamens are cold and fragrant, and it is difficult for butterflies to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils as a gift Huang Tingjian Fairy Lingbo grew dusty socks and walked lightly on the water under the moonlight.
Who recruited this heartbroken soul? 5. Ancient poems describing plants
Ode to Willows by He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Willow branches by Wen Tingyun The orioles chatter frequently beside the brocade machine, stopping the shuttle and weeping in memory of the people.
Saimen is still desolate in March, even though there are willows that have not yet felt the spring. Willow branches by Wen Tingyun The orioles chatter frequently beside the brocade machine, stopping the shuttle and weeping in memory of the people.
Saimen is still desolate in March, even though there are willows that have not yet felt the spring. Longchang Temple Lotus Pond by Bai Juyi The cold blue water of the new autumn, the remaining red and half-broken lotus.
It has always been lonely and lonely, but not like this one by the pool. Lotus and Li Qiao New slips fill Chengbei, and the round lotus shadows are regular.
The fragrance spreads far away when the wind blows, and the sunset covers the clouds. Fish play in rows of leaves, and turtles float in the green pond.
It was difficult for the Wei Dynasty to pick up the clothes, but the Chu army wore the same clothes. Lotus flowers by Li Shangyin are colorless, but they have no fragrance.
Yao mats are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and when I cross my socks, they are soaked in water.
I envision farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in dreams after separation. Chrysanthemums Yuan Zhen The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. Plum Blossoms by Wang Anshi There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. Plum Blossoms by Lu You I heard the plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and snow piles filled the four mountains.
How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Early Plum Blossoms by Liu Zongyuan Early plum blossoms grow tall on the trees, reflecting the blue sky. The night fragrance blows in the early morning, and the heavy frost nourishes the white dawn. I want to give gifts thousands of miles away, but they are separated by mountains and rivers. What is the use of comforting distant guests when the cold English are sitting in the desert? The early plum blossoms are all gone. Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but their solitary roots are warm and alone.
In the deep snow in front of the tree, one branch bloomed last night. The wind carries away the delicate fragrance, and the birds come to see the beauty.
Next year I will be on my own and will be released first on Yingchuntai. Plum Blossom Quatrains by Lu You The branches in the deep valley can reach the north, and the flowers bloom late every year.
Does Mr. Gaobiao Yiyun know? When there is ice and snow. Plum Blossom by Wang Mian In March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains of Hunan are as green as drops of green.
No one can see the sound of Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. Xuemei Lu Meipo The plum and snow are contending for the spring but are not willing to fall. Sao Renge writes for the commentary.
The plum blossoms are a little less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. Late Peach Blossom by Bai Juyi A red peach tree blooms late in the pond, shaded by bamboo and pine trees.
If it weren’t for the setting sun, I couldn’t see it, and no one would know it if I wasn’t idle. In cold places, talents are born and schools are changed. Daughters from poor families often get married late.
Who will take pity on the late spring? Bai Shilang came to break a branch. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- On a spring day, Zhou Enlai's cherry blossoms are red on the street, and willow leaves are green beside the pond.
In the sound of swallows, another year of lovesickness comes. Red Peony Wang Wei The green is leisurely and quiet, the red is light and deep.
The heart of a flower is full of sorrow, but the beauty of spring does not know the heart. Pear blossoms by Lu You never wait too late to bloom towards the end of spring, and the green poplar fields are the most suitable.
During the expedition to the sencha field of the Western Shogunate, a painting of bienluan was made with broken branches. Pear Blossom by Lu You The pink light fragrance comes from the same family, and the peaches and plums do not occupy the time.
Chang Si Nan Zheng Qingming Road, drunken sleeves facing the wind and snow. Pear Blossom by Huang Tingjian Clever solution makes butterflies fly when everyone laughs.
When I enter the house in the breeze, a few pieces of new clothes fall off. Lovesickness by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will grow when spring comes.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. Visiting the Apricot Blossoms in Zhaocun Bai Juyi The red apricots in Zhaocun bloom every year. How many times have you come to see them in fifteen years? It's hard for the seventy-three people to come back again. This spring comes, don't miss the flowers.
Five Rhythms of Osmanthus by Tan Sitong The smoke is light in the wild fields of Hunan, and the hibiscus falls in the evening sunshine. The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in the autumn garden, and the cool dew changes at night.
The fragrance is full and disperses with the clouds, and people return to take advantage of the bright moon. Who knows the meaning of the small mountains, melancholy spreads all over Jiangcheng! Autumn Suburban Residence Lu You Details Search on Baidu Singing and dragging a stick to Xintang, Yinque Yaotai is not so cool.
Thousands of miles of autumn wind brings old wild vegetables, and a clear moon brings the fragrance of rice and flowers. Miscellaneous Ode by Lu You The taro leaves turn white in the breeze, and the scent of rice flowers sets in the desert.
What can I achieve when I go out to ride the bridle? I am chasing the cool night south of the bridge for thousands of miles. When the pavilion is full of wine, hibiscus blooms on all sides.
The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus sheds its old clothes. The color of bamboo is not green, but the lotus in the mirror is fragrant.
The round lotus has small floating leaves, and the thin wheat has fallen light flowers.
6. Ancient poems about plants
Coming out of mud but not stained, washing clear ripples but not evil. --- Lotus
"Ode to History·Part 2" (Eastern Jin Dynasty) Zuo Si< /p>
The pines at the bottom of the stream are gloomy, and the seedlings are separated from the mountains. The stems are an inch in diameter, and they shade hundreds of feet.
The world's elite is in a high position, and its handsomeness sinks to the officials. The terrain makes it so, The origin is not one dynasty.
The old business of Jin and Zhang, the seven-leafed ear and the Han mink. Isn't Feng Gong great, with a white head and no move. ---Pine tree
The branches of plum blossoms in the corner are soaring. The cold blooms alone. I know it is not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance
It falls into mud and is crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes - --Plum blossoms
The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
When I break plum blossoms, I meet the messenger and send them to the people of Longtou. If I have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a branch of spring. < /p>