Complete poems praising osmanthus fragrance

"Expensive" is clear. Zhang

When the West Lake is clear in August, where does it smell sweet? Manjue dragons are all over the golden millet, and mountain winds are blowing all over the autumn.

"Partridge Day" Li Qingzhao

The faint yellow corpus luteum is soft, and the traces of love are far away, only fragrant.

Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower

Ding Mei is jealous, chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival. A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days.

Song Maoxie of Huanxisha

Cuizhi is a drop in the yellow, the dream in the green gauze tent is fragrant, the breeze is cool and the moonlight is cool. I lean on the painting column and cherish Li He, laughing at my husband's hatred of WU GANG, who will make up for it if I don't marry.

Gui Hua yuan ni Zan

Osmanthus fragrans Ye Wan color, Qiu Guang shade light, decadent wind is still falling, Feifei night is still young, jade rope is low and the moon is short, golden duck stops burning incense, suddenly thinking of hometown, so long dream.

Looking at the Bright Moon on Fifteen Nights Don Wang Jian

Bai Shu lives in Zhongting, and osmanthus is silent, wet and frosty. Tonight, the moon is bright. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?

Yin Yuxi in Ode to Osmanthus fragrans

The green leaves fight for the wind to cover the fragrance, and the flowers smell fragrant and pale yellow. Pedestrians look back at the four fields without looking at its beauty and smelling Chou-heung.

Osmanthus Temple in Changsha reopened.

The sky sent two flowers, and the Vatican let them wander here at dusk. Don't teach laymen to lie on the couch, call out the west wing.

Yan Yonggui Song Zhuxi

Graceful rock, sweet-scented osmanthus at the end of the year.

The leaves are dense and green, and the flowers are yellow.

Tianxiang gives birth to pure thoughts, and clouds protect fairies.

Who knows the king, empty songs recruit hidden chapters.

[Laurel] Li Ming Dongyang

Flowers bloom in January, and the flowers bloom in season. Don't boast of rain and dew, be careful to hide ice and snow.

Manjue Long Dan Gui Ding Qing Li Cheng

Osmanthus fragrans steamed flowers, and Osmanthus fragrans bloomed everywhere. Flower sellers try their best to sell flowers and osmanthus all the way to the city. Flowers in the city are late, and the people in the mountains are rich. Sweet-scented osmanthus millet is new, and Nanshan can be a neighbor.

"Man Jue Long Dan Gui" Licheng, Ding Qing

Osmanthus fragrans steamed flowers, and Osmanthus fragrans bloomed everywhere.

Flower sellers try their best to sell flowers and osmanthus all the way to the city.

Flowers in the city are late, and the people in the mountains are rich.

Sweet-scented osmanthus millet is new, and Nanshan can be a neighbor.

Poetry 2 on osmanthus fragrance;

Song Xin Qi Ji, Qing Ping Le Fu muxi

The east garden is clear, and the west wind is good. Although the fairy gold is small, the jade is delicate.

When the pillow was opened, Luo Wei's emerald curtain hung low. The ground is sheltered from the wind, and it is windy to hit the window.

"A feeling, send it to Lu Langzhong's" Song Cat "

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the first month is clear and the autumn is new. The first harvest of cassia seeds is in thirty-six stores.

I am scattered all over the world without hesitation, afraid of flowers and self-loathing. Autumn night calls him to rejuvenate, and he has been alone for several times!

It is the lingering fragrance in the sky, and a tree smells like a wind, which lasts for ten miles. Sitting beside the flowers, I saw the golden millet floating in color.

Furong only increased her worries and left her in a desolate and desolate Huang Ju. The beginning is too shallow, the back is too far, and I like to look for heights.

Huang Tingjian in the Northern Song Dynasty: A Answer to Huijue's Two Osmanthus Coconut Teacups.

Seek glory and decline in everything, and don't be friends. If you want to know where the New Year's Eve is, you can only say that there are cassia twigs in the mountains.

Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty, Jia Yang's "Never Be a Piano".

For a long time, the world of mortals did not feel sorry for themselves. Only the hedge chrysanthemum blooms at the same time, and it is still ahead of Jiang Mei.

Re-exposure to wet fragrance, clear path, drying small windows in the setting sun. Who is more intoxicated, the steamed submerged water or the golden duck lantern?

"Good things nearby" Xiaoxiang, Zhang Song

A osmanthus flower cherishes the newly picked jade fiber. Inserting into the depths of the distant mountains is very autumn.

Full of peaches and plums, full of red and white. Struggle is like light makeup, accompanied by Penglai Xianke.

"Money" is anonymous in Song Dynasty.

Last night, the golden wind and yellow leaves floated down the stairs. Listen to the window and banana rain. Touch the pond and watch the lotus wither in the wind.

The scenery is bleak, always idle and the stage is singing. Lonely and dry, only osmanthus is elegant. Spitting incense is better than blue musk deer.

It looks like a gold base, but it is difficult to paint it. Hands folded, one in the bottle.

"Langtaosha" Yan

The moonlight is round. The scent of Lu Feng Juan luteolin is dry. The sky is like water and the jade is cold.

Cao Cao has cups and plates. Relatively pale. Su E, don't regret staying less. The autumn wind divides the toad and rabbit equally, and the movement lasts for several years.

Guan Jian, the song of the magpie fairy

Gaodongyuan is hidden in the depths, and after osmanthus blossoms, it is fragrant all over Jiangdong for ten miles. I was invited to cross the river because of the incense, but I don't remember. I missed it.

Eat, drink and be merry in life, and enjoy business trips. Not cold, not warm, not sunny, just good weather for boarding.

Song Chenggai, "Into the Plug"

Good idea. Autumn wind rises and midnight is long. Try to make a silver jar and worry about the west window. It's very cold. The pillow is cold.

China's miserable half-moon bed. According to people, it really hurts. Who is soaking luteolin at the window? Flowers are also fragrant. Dreams are sweet.

Song Yang in Buchan Palace is beyond reproach.

Osmanthus fragrans is rich and clear. I feel in Guanghan Palace. Recalling the old trip of my family and my concubine, my mind lit up and I hid my leaves.

The west wind rises at midnight. It's even more embarrassing. Xiang Xiao came, but he gave it to the lonely garden. At first glance, he was surprised to find that the land was covered with gold.

"He Xinlang" Song Ge Chang Geng

The wind sent a cold toad shadow. Looking at the Milky Way in the distance, the round is as bright as a golden cake. It pains me to learn that an old friend has traveled thousands of miles.

Xiongnu is helpless, and the night is eternal. Thousands of trees are whistling, and I am at the water's edge, in the forest, feeling the inhuman environment. I couldn't sleep, but I woke up after drinking.

Wu Tongjing lotus pond pavilion. I don't know what's going on today. It's freezing and boundless. Young people are full of emotions, which is a beautiful scenery.

It is necessary to have a big fight for this. There are new cold dances and yellow falls everywhere. What's wrong with this body? Under the osmanthus, the dew is cold.

"Partridge Sky" Song Yunping

Who wants to taste the phoenix flute of Yaotai? Blue vanity, sweet-scented osmanthus autumn. The wind blows the fragrance far away from the curtain, and people are haggard and tall.

Jolie Tower, Kim Su Causeway. She is free and misty. Shanna has a date with Xuanshuang, so she can ride a whale to the sky.