The year before last, the yang was arrogant and the dry day was as red as blood.
Wanli took the feather book and waved the whip without leaving a trace.
Inflammation and poison took advantage of it, and the two-year-old scorpion was sick.
In summer, you can't live without steaming.
Eating poppies can clear the heat from the stomach.
Begging neighbors to beg for Jia species, wanting to be ashamed.
Thanks to an old friend, you are wrapped in mountain leaves.
A new bed was opened under the hall, and the fabric was different.
After Chunjia didn't die, it was cold and snowy late.
The peaceful spirit suddenly moved, and the tortoise on the ground cracked.
Unearthed with amethyst, the new green is like short hair.
I often worry about mugwort, but I dare not shave.
When the rain is close enough, use Zheng Ling to show off.
Flowers are like lotus flowers, red and white.
One by one, Jin Rui fell, with violet knots slightly.
Jade grains gradually filled the room, revealing the next period of picking.
Although the attack is unknown, I should like to have succeeded.
Call the child and ask Shanding, and the fragrant milk will be available.
Poppy by Angel Whelan.
Think more-
Curled up in the quiet and lonely darkness.
Back to-
Countless copying nights.
Recite tirelessly.
Those-
Great courage.
I miss you.
Beautiful words.
Tell-
The voice of the hidden goose.
It seems to be-
You can spread your wings in the red sky.
Always-
Impressively is a kind of wanton publicity.
Passionate solipsism.
Blink-
I thought a thousand years had passed like this.
……
It seems-
This is a deliberate conspiracy.
Who changed the color of the world? !
Poppy—
What charming flowers!
Wound—
It shocked me.
Crimson-
Dip the tender wings.
My eyes are blurred.
I can't fly.
I walk heavily.
……
Fall! !
With my reluctant gesture.
breathe
shake
The cold sound on the other side.
Stubby broken petals.
The tears of cuckoo.
Dust heart-
Into fine sand, through the soul.
Lonely rainy night.
Sunlight can also dispel sadness.
I looked at the flowers in the dark.
Smiling faintly.
Poppy/cold maple
The mountains left their shadows to the mountains.
The night dew hangs in the grass and waits.
Waiting for the sun to reclaim wasteland.
There are poppies like rainbows.
Growing up in the shadow of mountains
Poppies grow in warm soil.
The sexy fragrance is lush and open.
Let the newly awakened wind blow away.
Jumped on the wings of the out-going bees.
The sunset mountain sent away the sunset on the mountain.
Full of bees
Sing with golden tears
Poppy is love, poppy is hate.
Poppy is free, poppy is dead.
There is a developing village at the foot of the mountain.
An old man who likes poppies.
In the evening song
I heard the gasps of poppies.
He tells stories to Sun with his only remaining teeth.
On that beautiful mountain
Poppies bloom towards the sun.
2. This poem describing poppy is "Ode to Poppy".
The year before last, the yang was arrogant and the dry day was as red as blood.
Wanli took the feather book and waved the whip without leaving a trace.
Inflammation and poison took advantage of it, and the two-year-old scorpion was sick.
In summer, you can't live without steaming.
Eating poppies can clear the heat from the stomach.
Begging neighbors to beg for Jia species, wanting to be ashamed.
Thanks to an old friend, you are wrapped in mountain leaves.
A new bed was opened under the hall, and the fabric was different.
After Chunjia didn't die, it was cold and snowy late.
The peaceful spirit suddenly moved, and the tortoise on the ground cracked.
Unearthed with amethyst, the new green is like short hair.
I often worry about mugwort, but I dare not shave.
When the rain is close enough, use Zheng Ling to show off.
Flowers are like lotus flowers, red and white.
One by one, Jin Rui fell, with violet knots slightly.
Jade grains gradually filled the room, revealing the next period of picking.
Although the attack is unknown, I should like to have succeeded.
Call the child and ask Shanding, and the fragrant milk will be available.
3. Poems about Poppies: The Song of Planting Poppies. The year before last, Li Fu was arrogant and bloody in drought.
Wanli took the feather book and waved the whip without leaving a trace. Inflammation and poison took advantage of it, and the two-year-old scorpion was sick.
In summer, you can't live without steaming. Eating poppies can clear the heat from the stomach.
Begging neighbors to beg for Jia species, wanting to be ashamed. Thanks to an old friend, you are wrapped in mountain leaves.
A new bed was opened under the hall, and the fabric was different. After Chunjia didn't die, it was cold and snowy late.
The peaceful spirit suddenly moved, and the tortoise on the ground cracked. Unearthed with amethyst, the new green is like short hair.
I often worry about mugwort, but I dare not shave. When the rain is close enough, use Zheng Ling to show off.
Flowers are like lotus flowers, red and white. One by one, Jin Rui fell, with violet knots slightly.
Jade grains gradually filled the room, revealing the next period of picking. Although the attack is unknown, I should like to have succeeded.
Call the child and ask Shanding, and the fragrant milk will be available. Angel Whelan's "Poppy Text" thinks much more-crouching in the quiet and lonely darkness.
Back-countless copying nights. Recite tirelessly.
Those-great courage. I miss you.
Beautiful words. Telling-the hidden voice of a goose.
It seems that you can spread your wings in the red sky. Always-an impressive indulgence.
Passionate solipsism. Blink-I thought a thousand years had passed like this.
..... as if-is a deliberate premeditated. Who changed the color of the world? ! Poppy-such a charming flower! The wound shocked me.
Deep red-full of young wings. My eyes are blurred.
I can't fly. I walk heavily.
..... fall! ! With my reluctant gesture. Breathing trembling, cold tone across the coast.
Stubby broken petals. The tears of cuckoo.
Dust heart-into fine sand through the soul. Lonely rainy night.
Sunlight can also dispel sadness. I looked at the flowers in the dark.
Smiling faintly. The shadow of the poppy flower/night cold maple leaf mountain should be hung in the messy grass at night, waiting for the sun to open up wasteland. A rainbow of poppies grows in the shadow of the hill. Poppies stand in the warm soil, their sexy fragrance is lush and open, and the newly awakened wind blows away, and they rush to the wings of picnic bees. The sunset on the mountain sent away the bees full of money. They sang that poppies are love, poppies hate poppies and are unrestrained. Poppy is a growing village under the mountain of death. An old man who loves poppies heard the gasps of poppies in the evening song. He told a story to his little grandson with his last teeth. On that beautiful hill, poppies are blooming towards the sun.
4. What are the poems about poppy?
Bohuatang, reorganize the flower selection room. The nose is raised, flying and mixed, and the fragrance is fragrant. Jin Lu is still idle, and Bingzi has made a new cosmetic bag. Bai hates to respect the former, lacks the standard of thinking, and has no loose bamboo. Butterfly hates it when it's Zudu. It is vulgar to complain about peaches and plums. I am deeply in love and have struggled all my life. Ju often asks, but Lan Xin doesn't allow him to follow. From now on, I will take time out to plant roses and hoe poppies.
Pomegranate anonymity
Cicadas sing autumn clouds, Sophora leaves Qi Zhi, pomegranate fragrance and old branches are low. Flowing purple poppy,
Yellow wax paper bud red rhinoceros. Jade carving curling is wet, and the spots are like tears in Hunan and Hubei.
Xiao Niang's first marriage is bittersweet and chews thousands of grains of water.
Su Shi of Zhuxi Temple in Yixing
Ten years dream of sending the west wind, which is really for Tian She Weng.
Looking for a new well to dredge the harbor, we should walk through the countryside and cross Jiangdong.
Taoist advised to drink chicken water, and the boy could fry poppy soup.
Borrow rattan beds and tile pillows for the time being, and don't let the bamboo get cold.
I've never felt anything in my life, and I'm still in my prime.
When the mountain temple comes back, it smells good, and the wild flowers and birds are also happy.
Forty-one Zhu Yizun Yuanyang Lake is the best
Qiu Guang has no flame cutting, cold dew is thick, and osmanthus trees are green.
Burchello is a kind of poppy, and the atrium has a bright moon like water.
Search here by yourself/
5. The ancient poem 1 describing the poppy, the song of white snow that bid farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's coming home, Tang Censhen, the north wind rolling the white grass, and In the snow crossing the Tatar Day.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
2, "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow" Liu Tang Changqing is far away from Cangshan at dusk, and the cold is white. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
3, "Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for Chun, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
4, "Send Lu Yuanwai" before the snowy night in Tangshan, leaving the soul outside the city of Jinguan. If Xin Lingjun's son asks questions, he will be grateful to Yimen.
5, "Hunting" Tang Qiang Horn Bow, the general hunting the Acropolis. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; The snow and ice melt, and the horseshoe is extraordinarily light.
It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying. Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.
6, "Looking at the end of the South Snow Peak" Tang "Looking at the end of the south, white clouds". After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
7, "Jiang Xue" Liu Tang Zongyuan Baishan has no birds and no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
8. "A suggestion for my friend Liu" Tang Bai Juyi "The old bottle has a glimmer of green, and the static furnace has a little red". It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .
9, "Plum Blossoms" Wang Song Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened it alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
10, "Popular North" Tang Libai Candle dragon lived in poverty, and his glory remained open. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the edge, leave the tiger gold and shovel.
There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes. The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
1 1, "Don't be big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
12, Song of the Frontier, Tang Lulun, moonlight hanging high, yan zhen soaring, Chief Tatar fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
13, "Learning from Liu Gonggan" In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Bao Feng blew snow thousands of miles to Longshan. I gathered on the stage of Junyao and danced for two years before.
This morning is beautiful in itself, so avoid sunny days. On a sunny day, the Peach and Plum Festival is beautiful.
14 "A Snowy Night Sitting in the Village" Tang Baijuyi sat on the back of the south window, and the wind was dark. Lonely and deep village night, the residual geese smell the snow.
15, "Midnight Four Seasons Song" The deep ice of the folk songs in the Northern and Southern Dynasties is three feet thick, and the plains are covered with snow for thousands of miles. My heart is like pine and cypress. How do you feel? 16, "Banquet in the snow and Lotte Los Angeles to send Bianzhou Li Shangshu" Liu Tang Yuxi Los Angeles has nothing to do with cups and plates, and snow and years are integrated.
Seeing the cold birds in the tree, I cleaned up all the idle officials in my seat. It's better to have fun than to have fun, and it's better to laugh than to forget the machine.
Looking back at the rabbit garden today, Qionglin is full of flags and poles. 17, "Cold Plum Poems" In Li Jiuling, Tang Dynasty, Frost and Plum first dismantled the first branch of the ridge, and thousands of flowers were frozen.
Keep the taste of soup and let him be bullied by the snow. 18 《 Winter in Chang 'an 》, Du Xunhe in Tang Dynasty, it was freezing when it snowed in Larao.
A scholar teaches this, but God's will turns hard to know. The bitter ape crows three times, and the cypress withers.
We should also be fair and not tolerate it. 19, "DuDu" It was snowing outside the Tang window, holding the stove and opening the jar.
What is it like for a fishing boat to sleep at the bottom of a tent, Qiu Jiang? 20, "Working in the Snow" Tang is windy all the year round, and it is cold and snowy at night.
Where will I live? Warm my account, heater. Two brown ones and a scarf.
When the porridge is cooked, I can't sleep. It's time to take care of your body and mind, and don't mind your own business.
I idled around for six years to get through the snowstorm. Suddenly, tourists from Philip Burkart thought of early court officials.
Cold ling didn't wake up when she stepped on the frozen invasion at night. Heart is your father and your servant.
No freedom is made by heart. Now that you are satisfied, your body will be at peace.
I should match my words with my deeds. 2 1, "Shangzhou Guest House", Tang Meng Jiaoshang Mountain is strong in the snowstorm and falls.
Look around and get lost, and worry about saving the lungs and liver. The short days make you old, but the long nights make you cold.
Tears flow in xiaoxiang string, and the pain is sweet. It's easy to know the sound of today, but it's difficult to know the meaning of ancient times.
It is wise to distinguish between sound and meaning today and learn its end. 22, "Zhong Ling Ye Lan Zuo" Tang Wei Zhuang Zhong Ling snowy night will be deep, sitting alone on the Han River.
Who wanders around the world, Shao Qing should know his heart. 23, "Snow Song" Tang Lixian used the same cloud as the sky, and the cold dragon zhenfei dry rain.
The flowers in the jade garden are uneven, and the Milky Way wind scares the sand. Xie Ke didn't live Xuan Yin's way, but he lost his way in the middle.
At the request of xi, he was so tired that he fainted at dawn and temporarily opposed Yuanyuan's going to Tai Su. I wonder if I can win the hearts and minds of the people when I return to Tai Su? 24, "Wind and Sheng Zhi Yuan Ri Snow Climbing the Building" Tang Yinian has fallen, and Tianbao helps.
Since ancient times, it has been the first to bid for Ruidie. Who is lighter than Huayang? The dense floating powder is cold with the light, and the static pressure is inclined when it is loose.
Not only did I join in the chanting, but I sang and danced wildly. ——————————————————. The general hunted Wei Cheng with a bow.
Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow. Wang Wei: Hunting. 2. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Lu Lun: Song of Xia Sai 3. There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Wang Anshi: Plum blossom 4. There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue 5. At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the houses are poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Liu Changqing: Master of Furong Mountain in Every Snow 6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, an isolated city overlooking Yumenguan.
Wang Changling: Seven Songs of Joining the Army 7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. Li Bai: it is hard to go 8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Gao Shi: "Don't move big" 9. The snow outside the window is Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. Du Fu: quatrains 10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home. Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow. (Wang Wei: Hunting) 2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords.
(Lu Lun: Song of the Frontier) 3. There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone. It doesn't snow in the distance, because there is a fragrance coming.
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Fu, a poppy grower, was arrogant the year before last, and the drought was as red as blood. Wanli took the feather book and waved the whip without leaving a trace. Inflammation and poison took advantage of it, and the two-year-old scorpion was sick. In summer, you can't live without steaming. Eating poppies can clear the heat from the stomach. Begging neighbors to beg for Jia species, wanting to be ashamed. Thanks to an old friend, you are wrapped in mountain leaves. A new bed was opened under the hall, and the fabric was different. After Chunjia didn't die, it was cold and snowy late. The peaceful spirit suddenly moved, and the tortoise on the ground cracked. Unearthed with amethyst, the new green is like short hair. I often worry about mugwort, but I dare not shave. When the rain is close enough, use Zheng Ling to show off. Flowers are like lotus flowers, red and white. One by one, Jin Rui fell, with violet knots slightly. Jade grains gradually filled the room, revealing the next period of picking. Although the attack is unknown, I should like to have succeeded. Call the child and ask Shanding, and the fragrant milk will be available. Angel Whelan's "Poppy Text" thinks much more-crouching in the quiet and lonely darkness. Back-countless copying nights. Recite tirelessly. Those-great courage. I miss you. Beautiful words. Telling-the hidden voice of a goose. It seems that you can spread your wings in the red sky. Always-an impressive indulgence. Passionate solipsism. Blink-I thought a thousand years had passed like this. ..... as if-is a deliberate premeditated. Who changed the color of the world? ! Poppy-such a charming flower! The wound shocked me. Deep red-full of young wings. My eyes are blurred. I can't fly. I walk heavily. ..... fall! ! With my reluctant gesture. Breathing trembling, cold tone across the coast. Stubby broken petals. The tears of cuckoo. Dust heart-into fine sand through the soul. Lonely rainy night. Sunlight can also dispel sadness. I looked at the flowers in the dark. Smiling faintly. The shadow of the poppy flower/night cold maple leaf mountain should be hung in the messy grass at night, waiting for the sun to open up wasteland. A rainbow of poppies grows in the shadow of the hill. Poppies stand in the warm soil, their sexy fragrance is lush and open, and the newly awakened wind blows away, and they rush to the wings of picnic bees. The sunset on the mountain sent away the bees full of money. They sang that poppies are love, poppies hate poppies and are unrestrained. Poppy is a growing village under the mountain of death. An old man who loves poppies heard the gasps of poppies in the evening song. He told a story to his little grandson with his last teeth. On that beautiful hill, poppies are in full bloom in Sun Island | June 2008 -30540.
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7. The sentence about poppies is like poppies, beautiful but poisonous.
Black poppies are blooming on the other side, waiting for his other half.
If a gorgeous poppy is planted in a bloody heart, when she blooms proudly, the wound will be completely shattered by the rising flower root and will never heal.
It is said that the extreme of romance is death, but it can't die, so the poppy language is "love for death".
Endure her deadly fragrance, I would rather die at the age of 100, swear by a poisonous kiss, and dedicate my life to the charming fragrance of poppy, which is black and red and shines in the bud. The beauty of poppy is exciting, but behind its charming fragrance, it is an unavoidable toxicity.
How do you keep your distance from him (her) for safety? Teasing eyes and sexy body are the shackles that imprison the soul. Even closing your eyes can't resist the fatal temptation! They discharge at any time and show mercy everywhere; They are willing to conquer and are invincible. Falling with them is an unpredictable and beautiful adventure in life.
Love poppy, knowing it is poisonous, but still deeply happy. She, Zhang Chi, is coquettish, showing strangeness in extreme stunning; She, deadly gorgeous, reveals infinite temptation. Accustomed to being bewitched, let love bloom like a poppy. The wind blows the leaves, only moving for the heartstrings, ignoring the danger that this rare beauty can kill people, and no longer remembering it can only be far away.
8. I just want to quietly open a poem about poppy in a lonely corner. I don't want to attract bees with delicate petals. I don't expect love to disturb my leisurely life. I don't want to bear the consequences of rain and dew. Why pay attention to this? My escape from my silence can't resist your persistence after all. What you gave me was love? I only tasted trouble and confusion. I think the world will be cool without me. The whole dress and the morning breeze blow wildly, waving to the east and passing the sun.
9. The sentence describing poppy is 1. As brilliant as poppy, the poison will disappear after a long time, and the red rose will bloom more brightly!
2. Beautiful poppies with evil smiles; You can't extricate yourself from an adventurous life attempt.
3. After the little male elephants dispersed, they kneeled weakly beside the newly grown poppy belt, crawled inch by inch, and pulled off the poppy firmly. Alice came slowly, shoulder to shoulder with it as always.
4. Pink petals, erect stems and lotus-like slim poppies are the raw materials for making drugs. This is also a beautiful flower. Why can lotus grow out of mud without being stained, and poppy is so terrible?
In fact, poppy has many functions. It can be used as an effective medicine and some chemical products.
It is said that people who have smelled the scent of poppy will feel excited and happy, and even walk with energy. Poppy has many colors, red.
7. Before the poppy blooms, it looks like Chinese cabbage, which is half as tall as me. The colors of poppies are surprisingly consistent, all light green. Poppy grows very fast, almost at the sight of the wind, so it grows as tall as Chinese cabbage.
8. Poppy is extremely beautiful, beautiful and irresistible. Its beauty bears the fruit of some ambition, and people use this beauty to make it a source of evil. ...
9. Poppies are gorgeous, stinging, decadent and enchanting. I can't put them down when I touch them. The scars on my body, the words that have been deposited in that terrible gray for so long, all the people and things, and the scattered blood bloom on me like a flower, which instantly becomes the ugliest scars. The words typed by the keyboard have no trace of pleasure. Maybe I should be satisfied and whisper.
10, its petals are as spotless as a fairy's white gauze, so holy and flawless. Slightly open petals, like a very shy boudoir girl, nodding again and again ... However, it is actually a poppy!