Narcissus is pure and elegant, extraordinary and refined. Its fragrance is "full of fragrance", its character is "not allowed to be invaded by mud" and its spirit is "not afraid of Han Xiao's invasion". It takes root everywhere with only a spoonful of water and is deeply loved by people. It is regarded as a symbol of auspiciousness, peace and friendship, and it is an indispensable treasure of "clearing the past" for thousands of families. No wonder Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty couldn't help praising him with a poem: Jade can't be cut without cutting, and jade can't be cut without cutting. Poets praise local chronicles, but they don't know that Ling Bo is the first flower. Wang Chongdao sent 50 daffodils, and he was glad to know them. He wrote a poem for them: Huangsong gave birth to fairy dust socks and walked lightly on the water. Who recruited this heartbroken soul and planted it as a cold flower to send sorrow? Sweet body wants beauty, and mountain alum is the younger brother. Sitting is really annoying, and I laugh when I go out. Narcissus Liusong Kezhuang Old China shakes things naked, and a cool breeze is absolutely pitiful. Not all the soil invaded Su Hao, but all the winds showed beauty. The coquettish soul falls heavily on Hunan guests, and the jade color vaguely catches the moon fairy. But he laughed at Fu Weng for being too fat and mistook elegance for beauty. Narcissus Song and Liu Bang can make narcissus strange, cold fragrance move ice muscles lonely. Who has the sage like type today? Sweep moths' eyebrows. Narcissus Yuanyang is like a golden cup and a jade plate, and it is light and cold. There is a ladder on earth, and the moon is Chang 'e. Four unique daffodils (1) Shen Dai Qin made a new one, and there was a little red dust in the blue sky. Huang Guzhu's skirt water is not the first jealous woman in the world. Narcissus is clear, Fu Tao Yin Pan Lan Yuan Zhi, if they are neighbors, they will suspect the dust of socks. The moon was set up in Sichuan last night. I wonder who Xie Pei gave it to? The chaos of narcissus fu has nothing to do with hongyun, but I don't know that there are spring waves in the world. Every heart washes away the fragrance, petite ice muscle jade shuttle. A large group of fragrant trees and a clear spectrum of Liu Hao's six jade plates and golden branches, and flowers and branches from green Yao shrubs. Fragrance, confidence and high quality, so it is in harmony with Jiang Mei. Narcissus Song Yang Wanli rhyme is still unique, flowers are not clear. Fairy can't, borrow water as a name. Who was the companion at the opening ceremony? Naked and unfriendly. The snow palace is lonely, and there are four people in the water hall. Narcissus Qiu Jin Lop Ling Bo female, the breeze tired eyes. The petals are suspected to be jade lanterns, and the roots are Yaotai. Whiteness should deceive snow, fragrance should not let plum. I am addicted to flowers for the rest of my life, wandering this day. Narcissus Song came to Shiyaochi to feast on the old fairy's family, and he was drunk with romantic sepals and green flowers. White jade shattered into gold, turned into a silly daughter flower. Although the poetry of chanting chrysanthemums did not begin with Tao Yuanming, his love for chrysanthemums became more famous because of the recommendation of Ailian Shuo in Song Dynasty, and some even praised Tao as the goddess of chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums are yellow. "Book of Rites and Moon Order": "There are yellow flowers in autumn and season." "Yellow Flower" has become synonymous with chrysanthemum in the poet's works. "I suddenly saw Huanghua vomit, and I knew I was back." In the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Ji saw chrysanthemums in full bloom and realized that the Double Ninth Festival was coming. Du Fu spent the Double Ninth Festival in the war, "picking yellow flowers in the old days and combing white hair in the new day"; "Suffering from white hair, I am ashamed to see countless new yellow flowers." -realize your aging from the passage of time series. Li Bai used "drinking in Longshan for nine days, and chasing ministers with yellow flowers"; "Huang Hua doesn't take over, but he can hear the drums far away", which shows his unique pride. White Pony can be regarded as a rising star in Ran Ran. Liu Yuxi and Bai Juyi were the first to praise Baiju. There are white chrysanthemums in Linghu Chu's home, and Liu has repeatedly recited: "Every chrysanthemum is yellow" and "Liangyuan is as unique as frost." The flower is as white as "the fairy wears snow, but Motome doesn't wear red makeup"; The delicacy of flowers makes "osmanthus flowers shy and plum blossoms fragrant." Bai Juyi recalled the experience of "three chrysanthemums with the same color" in Hangzhou, Luoyang and Suzhou, and when he saw in his later years that "the chrysanthemums in the garden were golden, and there were solitary flowers like frost", he could not help but have a boiling passion and was filled with emotion. In the middle Tang Dynasty, white chrysanthemums were still so rare. In the late Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin's work was White Chrysanthemum in Frost. Correspondingly, there are more poems about white chrysanthemums. Si Kongtu prefers Chrysanthemum morifolium, and has four miscellaneous books on Chrysanthemum morifolium and three books on Chrysanthemum morifolium. Poets like chrysanthemums and value "cold flowers are exhausted and chrysanthemums are full of branches" (Du Fu). Yuan Zhen said more directly: "It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that there is no flower after this flower blooms." Monk Qi once praised him for "no glamour, no demon and no fragrance", and declared that he "doesn't have many kinds of Chongyang" but "really loves Huang". Dongpo's "There are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum" not only praised the character of chrysanthemum, but also metaphorically expressed his own sentiment. Chrysanthemum rhyme]-Li Liguang-autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and the sunset glow is endless; I don't mean to say anything at random, but I am naturally charming. Autumn sound]-wind-there is a piece of gold in front of the porch, and the fragrance is surging for tourists. Only when the frost is heavy can you become a hero. [Cheng Juyin]-Wang Ruting-The weather of the Lion Dragon is flying and brilliant again! Light alleys and thick streets are full of fragrance, and desks are full of chrysanthemums in September. Tao Jin Yuanming's Book of the Republic of China: Fang Jukai Lin Yao and Song Qingyan watch and practice. With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost. Tang Taizong's "Endowed with Remnant Chrysanthemum": The summer frost condenses in Taiwan, and the shore chrysanthemum shines in the morning. Laugh with dew, and the wind is light and fragrant. Thin leaves are light green and round flowers are light yellow. Still holding the color of this year, after reunion, it will be fragrant. Tang Du Fu's Nine Days in Yun 'an: Cold flowers are exhausted and chrysanthemums are full of branches. Old friends are frequently different, and light fragrant wine is temporarily followed. Don Bai Juyi's "Chanting Chrysanthemum": A new frost hits the tile overnight, and the banana is newly defeated. Only the East Hedgehog Chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is just dawn. The real Chrysanthemum in Tang and Yuan Dynasties, like the Taoist priest in autumn, tends to fence more and more. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. Tang Wu Lu Lei's "Chrysanthemum" is a golden dress with elegant white jade skin. Knowing it is very different, as cold as old. It's hard to fall to the ground. It's better to die. Tang Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum" is purple and dark, melting and smelting yellow. They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House. Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset. I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich. Su Songshi's "Zhao Chang Lengju" makes the gold nucleus shine. Want to know the medicine to delay aging, let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. Fan Chengda's "Chrysanthemum after the Double Ninth Festival" in Song Dynasty shows that the isolated east hedge is wet and exposed, and the sand shines on the front golden house. A few girls in the world have no high rhyme and only look at flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. Song's "Folding Chrysanthemum on September 12th" is good at yellow flowers and pink powder, and Chongyang acrobatics with dogwood. The later you start, the more you see Cao, which makes you laugh at the way those outdated children do. Song Mei Yao Chen's "Canju" is littered with golden stamens. Although it has withered, it will not change its fragrance. It's better to have a clean car than to be lonely in the mountains and forests. Song Zhu Shu Zhen's Chrysanthemum can be white or red, and you can still love it at night. I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind. Jin Yuanhao asked the poet of "Fu October Chrysanthemum" to give autumn fragrance to old people and pass it on to good writers in the evening. If it weren't for the west wind to keep guests, the plum blossom would have declined for a long time. Zhou's "Chrysanthemum" began to blossom in the crisp autumn, but it turned from cold to prosperous. The west wind gate is full of fragrance, except for the Taos who come to my house. Song Yang Wanli's "Singing Chrysanthemum" has always had its own physical attributes. Who is greedy for cold and thin? Chrysanthemum white chooses the country of wind and frost, not chrysanthemum outside spring. Yin Mingtang's "Chrysanthemum" hometown spit out the secluded grass of three paths, and Xuanshuang fell into the blue sky overnight. How many people have not returned to the end of the world, looking at the autumn wind through the fence. Author: It is difficult to understand the reply to this speech on September-14-14: 48, 2005. Autumn is light outside the nursery, and spring is spinning in front of you. Who is responsible for good luck? Diligent, intelligent and self-professional. Invite guests together; Singing music is extended for one year. Chen Yi's "Autumn Chrysanthemum" Autumn chrysanthemum can Ao Shuang, and the wind and frost are good and evil. This performance is cold-resistant, and wind and frost can't help it! The chrysanthemum poem in a dream of red mansions is a must. Please enjoy the chrysanthemum poems in the art garden of the Red Chamber and remember the chrysanthemum-when looking at the west wind and meditating, when his heart breaks. There is no trace of the old garden in the autumn sky fence, and the dream is clear and the frost is clear. I miss the wild goose, and I sit and listen to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again in Chongyang? Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, I tried it, and the medicine in the cup was left for a long time. Who planted first frost the month before? Where is autumn outside the fence? Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If a yellow flower helps a poet, it won't be a stick today. Planting chrysanthemums-Gongzi Hongyi moved here with a hoe in the autumn garden, so he planted chrysanthemums in front of the fence. I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today. Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice. Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free. Chrysanthemum pillows in the summer old friend garden are more expensive than gold, and they are shallower and deeper. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang. Shu Yun is even more arrogant. It seems that I am the only one who knows her! It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations. Offering chrysanthemums-pillow summer friends enjoy playing the piano and thinking about wine, and several cases are Tingting. There are three paths of incense, and the book thrower is right for an autumn. First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past. In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time. Chanting chrysanthemums-Princess Xiaoxiang rogue poets unconsciously invaded and sank their voices around the fence. I wrote in the frost at the end of the play that the mouth is fragrant to the moon. All the words on paper are their own sorrow. Who can understand their inner feelings through words only? A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today. Painting chrysanthemums-always idle and pen-crazy. Is it a contest between painters and painters? Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost. The light and thick god will shadow in front of the wind, and the fragrance at the bottom of the wrist will be born in autumn. Don't admit Dongli is idle, stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang. Ask Chrysanthemum-Princess Xiaoxiang wants to know how Qiu feels, mumbling that she knocked on Dongli with her negative hand: Who is lonely and proud? Late to blossom? Why is the garden lonely? Will red laurel be lovesick? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not talk about it for a while? Zanju-Chang 'an childe loves flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is addicted to alcohol. The short temples are cold and exposed in three ways, and the kudzu towel is dyed with nine autumn cream. When you are in high spirits, clap your hands and laugh at the roadside. Ju Ying, an old friend of Zhen Xia, has many intersections and dived into the third road. The window is separated by sparse lights to trace the distance, and the fence screen breaks the moon lock exquisitely. Cold fragrance should stay in the soul, and frost seal is vivid and dreamy. Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it. Who can recognize when he is drunk? Dreaming of chrysanthemums-Princess Xiaoxiang's fence is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon. To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao. When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset. When you wake up, who will complain: the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite! The residual chrysanthemum-the banana is gradually falling, and the feast is only after the light snow. There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches. It's cold and late in Wan Li. See you in the autumn wind next year, and miss you for the time being! Bougainvillea is decorated with bougainvillea in spring. I was drunk with flowers and drank my cup in my dream. The lonely long branches of Bougainvillea make the triangle relationship amazing. Shuting of bougainvillea under the thorny sunshine rock in the United States and China is a noisy waterfall. The most limited nutrition gives the lonely stone wall, but the richest self is the luxurious pavilion umbrella. The colder the wind and rain, the more beautiful the cross-country, regardless of the grass slope and stone gap. As long as there is plenty of sunshine all year round, it is your flowering period. Looking up means that you bow your head and close your eyes, or even if you are in a foreign land, as long as you think of the bougainvillea under the sunshine rock, your eyes will be soft as a dream. I don't know whether it's sad or happy. Bougainvillea under the sunshine rock in August 1979 Xie Yixing 0 I wrote this topic. All the flowers laughed. Lianlang (what flower is it? ) said Cui Hao had left the Yellow Crane Tower. This man must have been taken in by Yan Fei, holding a twittering axe. I did it in front of the "door" in Xiamen, and I know why. 1 Lang is as confused as you are. They come and go and ask you again and again why you have become the "city flower" of Xiamen. Quiet promontories, magnificent clubs, star-rated hotels and parks are all reserved for you. "But if you are willing to decorate people, is there a more beautiful bonsai between heaven and earth than Gulangyu?" Like a nest of hungry red-billed gulls, it is as busy as a bee in spring. According to the sea breeze, bougainvillea under the sunny rock opens the place where we always like to walk in the impetuous and noisy traffic of people and ants, but you always fold your wings and stand on the branches of time. Be careful. Even if our name is Peony Phalaenopsis, we can still pose at the flower show, fearing that we will be missed by the eyes looking at the flowers and that you will always be different. You are confident that as long as there is a world in your heart, the center of the world's subtle spots is under the sunlight rock. What you are worried about is whether the delicate hands of the flower soul can protect the fleeting fragrant petals on the trembling stamens. 4. The flowers are overwhelming, just like a luxurious wedding banquet. In the blink of an eye, you are everywhere. You are not beautiful, but you are just the best mother in the eyes of children and the favorite wife of husband. Small petals are like small days, which bloom all year round. I imagine you crying, but not after the drizzle or at dawn. It's hard to understand how you stomp your feet to adapt to the bitterness of life and let your bones absorb more salt shed flowers. It's even harder to understand how you stood when the typhoon came. There is no life weaker than flowers. Fortunately, there is a rock as warm as the sun. The weak call themselves as strong as rocks. In fact, apart from the closeness of the heart, there is little intake of life. How vast and turbulent the sea do you need? But every flower has its own root system. You would rather guard your Qindao, your home and your flowery coastline like this. Will anyone think you are narcissistic? But when the flowers facing the sea are narcissistic, is the world really small? The bougainvillea and black dates under the Sunlight Rock have so many pink mouths. Which one should I love? These flames incited by the wind burn into my heart ... which of these delicate hearts lives in my hometown? Which one lives with his lover? Which one let me move in? The sea is deep in the sea. There is a choppy poem in one sentence. At the end of the sky, a pair of wings has a undulating road. I love those stars that fall on the earth, those wild children who hurt their bodies but always blink happily ... 3. Now I finally sit next to you. Your black and thin arms are full of butterflies like flames. There is a road leading to that mountain. The road leads to the sea, and the road leads to my heart-now I can finally brew your fragrance into sweet wine, and now I have come to the dream to pull out the thorns around my life one by one ... 4. There are many small and exquisite windows, pink silk curtains, and many crystal clear cups, in which there are feasts set by love. The wind wiped away the rust and rain in time, and washed the rough stones into so many happy little bells of Baoyu. If you let the world ring together, you will tremble with excitement ... the little girl who grew up in the grass climbed so high that the sunshine woke up the buds on your skirt. According to the size of love, you can dance the most charming dance and sing the most beautiful song ... Dear little man, only you don't cry. Stop fooling around and lock me up with one sweet dimple after another. Bougainvillea bougainvillea built a long fence. Where there are dreams, there are beautiful manors, silver sparrows and golden grains. I said a word, woke up the little white jade ear elder sister. Little sister, only you know this secret. Only you can bypass those thorny vines and come to my heart ... 7. I hope a young gardener will be my neighbor and a beautiful female pianist will be my right neighbor. In the morning, he watered the flowers with clear water, and in the evening, she was cheerful. I am a happy bystander and enjoyer. Occasionally, my sadness is like a small scarlet cocktail. I gently lifted my cup. Sip slowly in the warm light ... On Monday in August, leaves fell all over the floor, and on Tuesday, heavy rain fell on other provinces ... On Wednesday, the light was acacia, and on Thursday, cold dew hung on the paper ... October was above all wishes, and cattle and sheep carved up the pasture, and you monopolized my heart. I hold back my excited heartbeat again and again, like a wave that swings quietly ... I often imagine that you are asleep: your eyes are closed. Frown slightly. One hand covers the heartbeat, the other hand gives the heavy night a fragrant breath ... bougainvillea also fell asleep in the moonlight. I want to see the color of your dreams and the poems written in one or two sentences of nonsense ... so I often dream and wander around the border of the vast night. Winter comes, the river turns over, the sky opens the warehouse of sunshine ... The earth is divided into nouns and verbs: love. You are the most important sigh in my life. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Winter is coming. Who else does not need happiness and warmth? Bougainvillea bougainvillea under Sunlight Rock 1. Believe in a flower, believe that her pink is the initial shyness and reserve, believe in the sadness and inexplicable joy of these girls, believe in the tears in their eyes, believe that these tears are pearls, please stare at her silently, believe that these lovestruck flowers believe in her thorns, which is just a little coquetry in the lover's arms. Now I gently call you: smart and stupid aunt, why do you stand outside the window silently waiting for the secret, so many storms, so many grievances and cold nights, you endure the full acacia, waiting for a blooming season. Now I call you gently: naughty boy, problem child, schemer, fairy princess ... Ah, not enough. My little freckle queen caressed me like the fingers of the early spring sunshine. I'm used to such days. You always bloom in my left arm. I woke up as tall as a tree. You dance around me with your long hair behind your back. The bougainvillea under the Sunlight Rock, Lin Zhongcheng, spit out a long tongue from the balcony on the seventh floor. You said the house was on fire? Shake the master's brain and be hollowed out by heat. You grabbed your neck and shouted for help. The residents on the seventh floor opposite said with a smile: "Go on, go on! I have a pen and ink to tamper with the history of plants. " I can see you secretly taking sleeping pills every time I open the window. Your master has been missing for a long time. With a scream in the middle of the night, the hostess evaporated and lacked water. Can also develop so elegantly. Is there a reason why all flower growers are lustful? Sometimes you sneak up and choke me and force me to marry you. "I always knew that your safflower was actually a perverted leaf." -At a poetry meeting in Zhangzhou, the poetess He Ru smiled. "Abnormal leaves are actually an extension of art", and sometimes you can hear ticking in the middle of the night. Whose dream is not tight? I guess you must be trying to develop the voice in your bones when no one is around. Every morning, you pretend to jump off the mountain. The people below are rushing to life in full swing. If your jumper is listed in the United States, it will go up several times, and you will become a plant Bill Gates. It should be renamed "pentagram". Illicium verum or more plums. In my spare time, I consulted a botanical dictionary. Your resume says "bougainvillea, date of birth: 1 900 65438+1October1Location: Beijing Dongsitong 19 Hospital. At the age of 9, he entered Chongyang Gate Primary School, 17, and entered Yanjing Women's Normal University, where he studied botany. Participated in the May 4th Movement. During his stay in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, he went south, hired a battlefield, was hit by a dozen stray bullets, and was stained with red and green military uniforms. He has been unbeaten in the foothills for decades, absorbing the natural moisture and soil under the rocks and is blooming. " Pan Wei bougainvillea under Sunlight Rock in Xiamen. Before there was no hotel, no thief would care about the lovelorn love in other people's pockets. Almost every day, the sea breeze will inadvertently light up the red, purple and white bougainvillea, and a sudden cold rain will remove their play makeup. They are naked and their faces are clean. Night, still sensitive to the stamens. Almost every day, life will come. The vines of bougainvillea rush to the beach with needles and sighs; Even fatigue shows the simplicity of pain. Maybe they are so ordinary that they are ignored and crowned. Just like innocent migrant workers, or valid votes, their beauty is stamped with the imprint of heaven. I am in a city full of dreams. Be a slave to love in the cinnamon color of silk. No bougainvillea: ordinary smile. I didn't see you at home: Cousin Mei. The bougainvillea under the Sunlight Rock is in bloom, and the warm wind is not far away. A little girl's skirt is flying. Bougainvillea bougainvillea blooms in the depths of the shade. A little bird barked and jumped, full of joy. Bougainvillea is bustling and crowded. Bougainvillea showed its beauty enthusiastically and frankly. Even if it rains and blows off overnight, it will not hesitate to bougainvillea. Whispering to each other, saying how beautiful their little lips are, they just smiled. The sky above them was clean and clear, and the hearts of all things fell to the ground. The old plum tree is also trying to cope with its branches, and its blood is trembling briskly in its heart. Ye Zhenyu, a bougainvillea under the rising sun, has gone through summer. Through the years from autumn's keeping promise to intimacy and rain, a gorgeous but not enchanting song has gradually reached a thrilling climax. Meeting is a kind of fate. The gratitude of leaves and flowers to roots is planted in the depths of eyelids. No magic hand can erase a poetic temptation, a yearning call to pull the voice and watch the bougainvillea silently. I know bougainvillea will say goodbye to me with a knowing smile. A long look back is the deepest gift I left. Zhang Xiaoyun, a bougainvillea under Sunlight Rock, has long thorns, which is enough for me to take it around my private plot at the age of 12, but there are still many chickens and ducks swimming across the barbed fence easily. At that time, I was ruthlessly imagining that I would plant chickens and ducks to stop bougainvillea and see how you get in and out, so I was afraid that you would grow up. In fact, as early as the fourth grade, the teacher asked us to write a composition of bougainvillea. The teacher suggested that the bougainvillea leaves are green, the flowers are purple, purple and red, and the triangle is so beautiful. Three or two classmates and I set up a game on the road to let the teacher who waters vegetables barefoot every day stab a long thorn in the bougainvillea. We secretly saw his wife pinch a long thorn from the bougainvillea and picked the thorn from the bougainvillea to his foot. He cried, fuck! What thorn! His wife scolded him: It's a pity that when Mr. Wang was in junior high school, we were lying on the window watching him still teaching students to write, suggesting that bougainvillea was beautiful. We estimate that he may not know that bougainvillea has thorns, and tickets for Rock Gate are getting more and more expensive. In order to revisit Huangyan, one day I went to the Riguangyan Garden Management Office and found a middle school classmate assigned here. He is instructing several workers to cut bougainvillea before hard repair. I am dissatisfied. Question: Why do good mountains, good rocks and good scenery interrupt life with thorns? The students patiently explained that bougainvillea grows too fast and needs pruning, otherwise it will be difficult to maintain the plant shape, long branches and cross branches. This requires pruning and pruning to help promote the development of new branches and make them blossom more. I'm still not satisfied. The student explained again: the mountains in Huangyan area stand like bamboo shoots, and the flowers grow too fast, so where are you from? Otherwise, you will make everyone like plums and hate flowers! Nothing can be done. In order to save money, I went to Huangyan.