Complete works of thanksgiving poems about flowers

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My father's friend gave us two pots of lotus flowers, one red and the other white, which were put in the yard.

For eight years, I haven't seen lotus flowers in the yard-but there are many in my hometown garden; There are not only two pedicures, but also three pedicures and four pedicures, all of which are red-violet.

One moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather and I were enjoying the cool in the garden. Grandpa smiled and said to me, "When our garden first opened in Santillian, it happened that you three sisters joined our big family. Everyone is happy and said that it should be Huarui. "

I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain in the middle of the night and get up early on a cloudy day. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered and the white petals were floating in the water like a boat. There is only a small lotus leaf and a few pale yellow flower whiskers left on the stem. That red lotus, which was still in full bloom last night, stood gracefully among the green leaves this morning.

Still uncomfortable! -I wandered for a while, and there was a loud thunder outside the window. Then it rained heavily, and it rained harder and harder. The red lotus was hit by dense raindrops. Under the empty sky, I dare not go down the stairs or think about it.

Calling my mother in the room, I quickly went over and sat next to my mother-when I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to Honglian, which slowly fell down and covered it. . My restless mood is gone!

The rain did not subside, but red-violet did not waver. Raindrops kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some weak water droplets gathered.

I was deeply moved-mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?

2. Flowers Thanksgiving Poets Fish drop pearl-like tears into the moon-green sea, and blue fields breathe their jade to the sun. Li Shangyin's "Jinse" is red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple. Who has color training when dancing? -Mao Zedong pulp is easy to seek the blue bridge, but medicine is hard to run the blue ocean. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Painting Tang Chun" is cold, how messy is it? Deep well is far, Lanqiao Road is near. -The Song of the Fairy Cave written by Chao in the Northern Song Dynasty is blue, which is better than blue. People are not old, and the blue bridge promotes frost anvil tamping. -Li Zhiyi in the Northern Song Dynasty, when the sun rises, the river is redder than fire, and the river is as green as the blue of spring. -Bai Juyi's "Jiangnan Memory" snowed over Lan Guanhan. Snow guard the blue pass, and the horse stops. -Yu's "Moving Left to Blue Pass to Show Grandnephew's Item".

The poem about flowers is 1. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")

2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. (Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion)

3. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)

4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")

6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. (Li Pin's "Meet Friends at Hukou")

7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

8. The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")

9. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")

10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. (Yan Shu's "Morality")

1 1. In May, there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Road")

12. Thousands of miles of rice and flowers are beautiful, and the leaves of Wuteng Tung are the best sound. Once upon a time, it rained heavily for three days since July 25th.

13. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")

14. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)

15. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi's "Except Night, From Stone to Lake")

16. reeds everywhere. I am old, who will fly home next to swallows? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Yi")

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"Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red"

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"Xiao Jian is red and wet, and Jinguan City is heavy."

19 It's the Double Ninth Festival, and it's chrysanthemum time. Meng Haoran's Passing the Old People's Village is here again.

20. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers")

As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, the dragonfly had already stood on his head (Xiaochi)

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

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

There are several plums in the corner, blooming alone in the cold.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.

Flowers in poetry

1. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time when I have a holiday in the mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")

I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)

5. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

6. A secluded place with a bamboo path, branches and flowers leads to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")

7. Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. (Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")

8. There is nothing to do. It's like knowing Yan. (Yan Shu&; lt； Huanxisha ")

9. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")

10. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

4. But the heart of an inch of grass, a poem thanking plants, has won three wisps of spring scenery with much love. Plants also include sunflowers and cacti. In fact, as long as you can think of what factors are beneficial to plants, you can say that they are grateful. Animals, dogs, etc.

Nature is the home of human beings, animals and plants. She gave us a lot of things, so we have to thank nature for twelve times.

Nature is like a broad mother. She has been giving us alms, such as sunshine, water, plants, animals, rain, fire, fruits, flowers, oil and so on, so we should thank nature.

There are rich treasures buried in nature, such as oil, coal and other metals, such as gold, silver, copper and iron. They are all dug from nature, and the stone and cement for building houses are also given by nature. If there is no sunshine, there will be no life, if there is no night, we will die of fatigue, if there is no air, we can't breathe, if trees can't absorb carbon dioxide, animals can't live in space, and so on.

And ... we should thank the flowers and trees of nature. Different flowers will bloom in every corner of the earth, which not only beautifies the environment, but also emits fragrance, which makes the air fragrant and contributes to people's health. At the same time, flowers also represent beauty. If there are flowers, people will appreciate them, and bees will come to collect honey. What a wonderful sight!

Nature is a good friend of human beings, so we should protect nature. We should plant more flowers and trees. We should not destroy it, but also protect animals. We should not kill them at will.

Nature also gives us a lot of happiness. We can play in nature and feel the joy of mountains and rivers!

Nature, you have given us everything, please listen to my sincere heart: "thank you!" " "

Gratitude is not only gratitude to the people around you, but also gratitude to a tree, gratitude to the fresh air and so on.

Grateful to my parents, I don't need money. I repay them with actions, tell them jokes and throw my troubles out of the clouds. Grateful teachers don't need expensive gifts, but I still repay them with actions, and I do my homework carefully every time to make teachers smile happily. I am grateful to those who scold me. I don't quarrel with them. I want to say "thank you!" " They made me understand the truth of correcting mistakes.

5. Grateful Poems: Complete Poems: 1, Wandering Poems, Jiao, a thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.

At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.

Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.

It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.

It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.

People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.

10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.

Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.

Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.

Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.

1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

Don't let Huang Jingren, the old mother, go to the mother river beam, for fear that her tears are meaningless. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

When I left my mother's grave in the west, Chen went to the top of the mountain to get sick, and the sun was dim, leaving the birds alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.

Feng/butterfly lovers Liao Xingzhi's mother is kind and long-lived. Blessing your family is really rare in recent days.

Sister Qiu is over 69 this year. Corning can inherit my loving mother.

I hope to be kind and generous. I wish you and your mother long life.

How many women am I? Huatang chitose longevity wine.

Xie Jia was filled with silk jackets, and Huang Tingjian sent fragrant light-colored clothes, and spring scenery entered the book curtain. When I got home, my loving mother asked me in surprise, saying that the prince and grandson had taken off their presents.

At first, I looked at another forest in Hu Aishan, Huang Tingjian's snow hat and Yan Zi's oriole. It was already late summer. The three cauldrons are exhausted by the ancients, and the loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart in one year.

How can I rest when I am working hard? I can't help but see the power of mountains. I want to see the sunset on three paths, and I will scream and scream.

Sending Zhang Zhongmou and Huang Tingjian is good for Zhang Gongzi, but clear autumn should be bitter. Wear the motherly thread, no money for travelers.

Say goodbye to Tianque in the morning and evening, and return to comfort Shen Lu. Huanghua is a bottle of wine, pour it with you.

One of Xuan Mo's paintings is a colorful day lily in the Wang Mian under Beitang, Luo Sheng. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

Crying mother poem Qu Qiubai, not kissing when poor, blue and new tears. Hungry and cold, no one asked me this day, and I fell on my beloved son.

Four-character poem mourning the sudden death of his mother Mao Zedong. Fifty-three years old, seven children.

Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and two men.

It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.

In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.

Today, I only talk about two ends: one is virtue and the other is bias. My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity.

The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive. Kay was moved by her kindness.

Love is sincere. No slander, no cheating.

Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all. Hand ze, very organized.

Fine mind, reasonable points. Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden.

The wind of cleanliness is everywhere. There is no dust inside or outside.

Five virtues are the big end. Conform to his personality, as in the world.

Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members. Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching.

The mental pain is outstanding. The sky is crowded with people and the ground is a corner.

Second, children are born and educated. If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow.

Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache. But call your children and do everything well.

I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby. Or belong to Su En, or work hard.

All relatives, big or small, should be reported. To sum up, Shengde is honored.

If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated. What you hate must be added.

I can't help thinking that I'm here. The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring.

When will it be reported? Beautiful birds are in the sea. Alas, my mother is still alive.

Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal. One day, everyone will repay the kindness.

One day, you will be with your relatives. It's a long story today, but time is pressing.

Only the big end, the shallow end. At this time, the family will make a drink and do this.

After that, there is a saying that it is getting longer and longer. "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sou" Bai Juyi has Shuang Yan on the beam, dancing men and dancing women.

Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er has long days and nights.

6.\ Poems about gratitude The following poems about gratitude can be used for reference.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons

In your life, you made people appreciate everything you did, and you praised your loyalty and your loyalty. -Li Bai's "Reward in the Rain"

Children walk Wan Li Road, but their hearts walk Wan Li Road. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety

A proud and bitter life is not harmonious, and the goodwill and goodwill of the media are better. -Li Bai's Answer to Twelve Cold Nights of the King

There is still an inch of gratitude, but I don't know what the traffic jam is like. -Pi Rixiu's "The First Thanksgiving Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War under the Macro Words"

Tears filled my heart, and I prayed for heaven on the moon. May you know my heart. -Niu Qiao's Thanksgiving

Confucius wrote the Book of Filial Piety, which belongs to virtue. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety

Juxin and Le Yi were grateful for their kindness. They tried their best to serve the monarch with their talents. -Li Bai's three poems "It's hard to walk"

I don't know what will happen in heaven and earth, but I can't think of it. -Li Jianxun's "Thanksgiving the Next Day"

Fortunately, Hua Qing is grateful for the ancient times, and I am still afraid that the moths will be at a loss. -Li Shangyin's "Huaqing Palace" (Tianbao six years, changed to Mount Li. 》

Not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, I am deeply grateful to my country. -Wei Zhi's Shu Huai (Going through Customs)

You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"

How does the Lord repay his kindness? He hopes to repair the door at the end of the day. -Lu you

To be ashamed of one's talent is to be wronged by China scholars. -Wang Changling's Ode to History

You know, today's ancient events have chess wins and chess losses. -Nalan Xingde's Man Fang Ting, Snow and Crow

The drama Xin is grateful to Dade and serves him wholeheartedly, which is full of intrigue and intrigue. -Li Bai's "Difficult to Walk 2"

Parents work hard, especially mothers. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety

Filial piety is a matter of course, and unfilial is not as good as poultry. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety

Confuse the British Lord's heart and be nice to me. -Li Bai's "Answer the mountain people and give strength, Gu Erhou"

Green stem and red core, endowed with force of nature, do not belong to Huang Zhong's family. -Han Yu's Peony Song

The more he looks at Zhang Lu, the more nostalgic he becomes. -Li Bai's Long History of Moving to Hongnong when Sending Lu Jun and Liu Chang.

7. The Complete Works of Modern Poetry about Gratitude 1, Gratitude.

Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.

Gratitude is the footsteps of the wind, and wherever you go, you will ring the string of wind chimes in your heart.

A clear voice, affecting the dream string in my heart,

Gratitude is the link between the two worlds, even if you are facing a high mountain,

No matter how difficult it is, you can still see people's eternal smiling faces.

Gratitude is a flame in the neon sky, not invisible in the drizzle and wet clothes.

This gorgeous but cold flame brings warmth to people's hearts again and again.

Sunlight shines through the cracks in the trees, like a bright sword.

Cut off all dirt, just like gratitude spreading warmth to the world.

2. A grateful heart

Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.

The moonlight remains, and my heart is full of gratitude.

People are still those, things are still those, but the blood in my heart is gone.

Boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling water,

Its taste, everything about it, people with a heart will understand,

People who love will understand, and those who are grateful for love will do it.

My big family, the big family I love, thank all those who are grateful and loving.

With you, the world will bloom with dreamy colors.

With you, the world will be full of gratitude.

3, "September, related to gratitude"

Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.

In the dream of falling flowers, in this colorful September,

I want to draw a picture, as red as a maple leaf.

Draw a grateful heart and paint it with autumn colors.

With fruitful fragrance and sincere wishes,

Dedicated to my favorite teacher.

4. "Thanksgiving Day"

Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.

I am glad that I can lift my heavy rice bowl with my hands.

In order to solve the hunger, I am glad that I can cross fields and mountains with my feet.

I am glad that I can see everything in the world with my eyes.

Black and white, I am glad that I can listen to shouts and cheers with my ears.

Sadness and joy are mixed, so,

I thank my parents for giving me a healthy body.

I am grateful for the passage of time and the experience of growing up.

Thank you for your kindness, and thank you for the opportunity to think.

I am grateful for the ups and downs of nature, which makes me feel heavy.

Gratitude is the beauty and pain of life.

5. "Be grateful"

Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.

I am grateful for the bluebird flying across the sky.

I can finally accompany you through this journey.

Yesterday, it was like a dream embracing the sky.

Out of reach, I endured the scorching sun,

Imagine a cup of coffee,

Patterns and moods splashed on snowflakes,

Like the take-off and landing of an airplane, some weightlessness,

Feeling, compared with the performance in the drunken mansion,

More real, maybe from now on,

My worry will be like a passenger plane in a dense fog.

A little confused, but you are here, and the course is here.

8. Poem on Flowers Yu Xin's "Spring Fu" about Huayang: "Birds sing thousands of songs in the New Year, and Huayang flies in February." Do not dispute the thickness of flowers, do not occupy red, fly from sunny to snowy.

Flowers usually hate the wind, but only Huayang likes it alone. As early as the Northern Wei Dynasty, Hu Taihou (Queen Xuan Wudi) wrote "Huayang Ci", saying, "In February and March in Yangchun, the willows are in full bloom, and the spring breeze enters the boudoir overnight, and Huayang floats and sinks in the south.

When I couldn't leave home, I picked up Huayang's tears and returned to Shuang Yanzi in autumn and spring, willing to bring Huayang into the nest. "Xijiang Yueyang Flower": flying catkins and dancing lightly, clothes and makeup are light.

Did you lead a loose life when you went? Always pay for your dreams. Su Xin has no control, so he will not provoke the east wind.

In the old days, the smoke and willows were all over the city, and the blue was still cold. The spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplars, the fog is chaotic, and pedestrians are ruthless in dancing poplars. After the reunion, they have searched the hundred-foot platform, flirting with each other, and the heavy curtains have made the spring glow.

Pity him for drifting and let him fly. In the shadow of fallen flowers, a gentle wind blows to the west of Lou Yu.

Few people know what will happen in the future. Man Fang Ting by Qin Guan. Polygonum multiflorum flower reproduction "About Polygonum multiflorum flower:" Polygonum multiflorum flower reproduction, yellow reed leaves chaos, high therapeutic value at the beginning of the night.

The sky is vast, and the blue river is light. "Listening to a horse without a title" is anonymous: "The moon is small and the tide is flat.

Polygonum multiflorum beach, autumn water is cold. The sky is clear.

The sunset on the river is chaotic and the peaks are green. "The eyes are red, the setting sun shines on the green shore-Tang Hong, and the autumn rain is falling, marking your own journey.

The whole sleeve smells of wild wind. —— Tang Xue Zhao Yun, in late autumn, 10 years old, rewarded Furong.

Mix von. -God of Wealth in Song Dynasty, Polygonum hydropiper, a bay with random patterns, white fish with double tails and jade knives-Baiping Ferry in Song Dynasty, Polygonum hydropiper Beach in Di Yang-like spring breeze, the petals of 10,000 pear trees are blown open at night-and tears, along the white face, fall on pear flowers like spring rain-Bai Juyi, pear flower, pear flower. The ups and downs of pear blossoms make up people.

Expose green branches to cover beauty, and smoke purple shines on red lips. I walked to the ferry with my book, but I was not a neighbor in the middle of the road.

Near Tomb-Sweeping Day, it hasn't rained yet, and the fragrance is weak and weary through illness. Pear will drink a full bottle of pear wine and flow to cheer for Xie Chichun.

The green branches disturb the fragrant seeds, and the white pistils are fluttering. It's more childish to look around and think about it, and it's more childish to smile.

I also sang slowly before the banquet, and I touched my lips gently after the tree. Pear Blossom Trail Valley Pear Blossom also gives thanks to spring, and beauty sends it under Dongpo tree.

Xiangyun dreams around, moonlight knocks on branches. Holding hands, I don't know who is romantic, lifting clothes and waving shadows.

The voice of makeup was very loud, and the tears suddenly stopped when I picked up the core. Poems painted by Liu [Southern and Northern Dynasties], pear flowers on the pond, piled up in the evening, windy and windy at night.

Silk is like a butterfly, and it blows like a candle. Word Cai Songnian [Jin, Yuan Dynasty] One night in Huanxisha, he got drunk and took the moon to feather clothes.

When I was a servant, I was drunk, looking at the pear blossoms between the windows, silently looking at each other, and carrying a branch home. See you in joy tomorrow.

Play the second rhyme. Yushan Mountain in Xian Yi under the moon.

Fog clouds, the window won't open. Shen Xiang's poem, the night is still cold.

I'm idle, but the spring breeze is so beautiful that I only brought back a pistil. Ye Xiang has just arrived in Boko.

Qiu Chuji [Jin, Yuan] has no desire, and the poetry of pear blossoms in Xu Ling Palace is full of spring outing, and every year is the season of cold eating pear blossoms. White brocade has no grain and no fragrance, and Yushu Qiongpa piles snow.

The quiet night is hazy, and the cold soaks into the moon. In the earth's sky, rotten silver clouds sparkle.

Muddy as a real person, graceful and full of energy. People with different channels are not in the same column as the square group.

Heroic and bright, the immortal material is outstanding, and it is difficult to divide the soil. When Yaotai returns, the cave can be seen.

Nine models are like cranes, Aohong and Yosemite flowers, blooming in misty rain. Violet in Chiba has no way out. I wonder if spring is in the east of the stone bridge.

-Xu Da was influenced by the story of day lilies in the Song Dynasty, and wanderers traveled all over the world; The loving mother leaned against the hall door, but she didn't see the day lily. -Poem of a Wanderer by Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty: It's sunny now, and day lilies are blooming in front of the hall.

Holding a cup is my mother's birthday, and there is no sound. -Wang Mian "My Book" is full of worries and is far away from me. -Tao Qian's drinking poem is about morning chrysanthemum drinking, magnolia falling in love, and autumn chrysanthemum falling in love.

—— Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" Autumn shrubs are like Taoist priests, and the more they are surrounded, the more inclined they are. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

Tang Yuanzhen's chrysanthemum would rather die in the branches with incense than blow down in the flowers. Zheng Song Xiao Si's "Cold Chrysanthemum" exposes the lonely East Fence, and shines on the beach with the golden color of the past. After Chongyang Festival in Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, two chrysanthemums suddenly changed into one plum blossom, and all the later flowers were fragrant. -Song Chenliang's "Plum Blossom" knows that it is not snow, because it has fragrance.

-Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom" is scattered into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains. -Lu You's Yongmei should not praise its lewdness, but only its freshness.

-Wang Yuan Mian's "Mo Mei" is about picking lotus in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; Bow your head and get lotus seeds, green as water. -Xizhou Qu written by Yuefu in the Southern Dynasties has hibiscus hidden in the fog, but hibiscus is unclear.

Thirty-five of Jin's Forty-two Midnight Songs about Lilacs Since Nanpu Bie, I've been worried about seeing lilac knots.

9. Thanksgiving Poems and Ancient Poems 1. How deep is your passion? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. -Nalan Xingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug"

2. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres. -Zheng Xie's Hsinchu

3. The lingering feeling is red giggle. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

4. Just keep your eyes open all night, which is a lifelong worry for your eyebrows. -Yuan Zhen's "Three Sorrow Poems, The Third"

However, a thousand-year-old leaf must be given a cup. -Zhao, "Offering to King Bai on Yuan Day"

6. The pride and bitterness of a lifetime are not harmonious, and the kindness of the media is even more embarrassing. -Li Bai's Answer to Twelve Cold Nights of the King

7. There are holes in the sky and water in the fish. -Chen Shou's "Longzhong Dui"

8. It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another. -Li Bai's Six Poems of Xia Sai

9. To repay the spring, good wine will kill you. -Du Fu's "Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside"

10. Meaning is called length, and life is sacred. -Du Fu's "Giving Clothes at Noon"

1 1. I am grateful that Le Yi has come and served him wholeheartedly, which is full of conspiracy. -Li Bai's three poems "It's hard to walk"

12. Still pity Zhong Nanshan and look back at Weibin in Qing Dynasty. -Du Fu's "Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng"

13. I am grateful for my life. Loyalty is not a bonus. -Li Bai's "Reward in the Rain"

14. people feel the rain, and the clouds and plums are really long. -Zhao Ruyu, "Send General Li back to the temple and have a drink with Yin after the rain"

15. fame cooks ordinary dreams, and strange books are empty and grateful. -Wang Xun's "Xixia Chongyang"