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A hymn about the flower field
1. Ten poems by Mei Yong

Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance.

Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.

Wang Anshi

Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.

Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.

Yimei

Li shangyin

Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.

1 1 In the middle of the month, watch plum blossoms in the hurricane.

Li shangyin

The winding path is secluded, colorful, not fragrant or greasy. Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost.

Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken. Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days.

Plum blossom quatrains (one of them)

Lu you

Smell the plum blossoms, there is a breeze, and the four mountains are full of snow. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?

Plum blossom quatrains (part two)

The valley is farther north, and flowers bloom late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?

Plum blossom quatrains (3)

The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the highest integrity is in the flowers. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.

Zaomei

Nanchaoxie

Spring comes early, so I don't doubt that the cold is alone. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.

Jiang Mei

Don du fu

Plum blossoms break before, but more after. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing?

The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged.

Zaomei

Tang Qiji

Ten thousand mu can't stand the cold, and plum trees absorb the vitality of underground heating. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow.

The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai.

Don

line

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ?

For Ye Fan.

Lu Kai's Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty

Fold the plum for each post and send it to the leader. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring.

Yamagata Xiaomei

Tang Dynasty

All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn.

2. Describe and praise the beautiful poems or paragraphs of lavender (purple can also be described). On the remote plain in late summer, purple romance is blooming.

The purple mist-like lavender fields all over the mountains grow so wantonly and brilliantly. A little bit of broken purple slowly merged into a purple river, with blue in the purple, woven into a dream dress.

Connected with it are mild weather, lush distant mountains, quiet rivers, and occasionally one or two white clouds float on the tile blue, just like the natural rhythm in impressionist landscape paintings. Summer is a lavender festival, and the whole mountain is stained with purple clouds. Apart from flowers and fragrance, it is pure romance and poetry, a mysterious and distant dream, and a fairy tale kingdom lit by lavender.

If you can walk barefoot in the lavender field and let the warm wind caress your cheeks, this scene is really an eternal memory. The fragrance of flowers in the wind really has the power to travel through time and space, which makes everyone rejuvenated.

3. The most famous poem about flowers is Love Lotus by Zhou Dunyi;

"The mud does not touch, it is clear but not demon, and it is straight and not crawling outside. The fragrance is far and clear, graceful and pure, and it can be viewed from a distance/not ridiculous."

"To call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers also; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. "

And Li Qi's Charming Courtyard in the Tang Dynasty:

"Never touch the water, purity is because of the heart."

(waterless: waterless means that the lotus leaf is not submerged in water. )

The other is Li Shangyin's lotus flower, which highlights its fragrance and is also a compliment. ...

"All colorless, not resistant to this fragrance. Yao's seats are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is too late. Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. I look forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, and I will sing the songs in my dreams. "

I hope I can help you! ~~O(∩_∩)O~~

4. Praise the beautiful poems of Yongmei Lu You, the operator of Chinatown.

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.

It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Mo mei Wang Mian

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Plum blossom Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

Xuemei Second Lu Meipo

For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.