A sentence describing the fragrance of begonia.

Su Shi

The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.

I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep at night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.

The following is a poem about begonia.

Order of stay in spring

Song Yan Dao Ji

Haitang is windy,

Fall down drunk,

Red is stronger than half.

Pink is sentimental and full of resentment.

Carefully speaking,

Look at that lingering fragrance

With a touch of thick sandalwood and autumn water,

The golden coat is new.

Nautilus cup is deep and colorful,

Don't let go,

It's heartbreaking

well

Song-Li Qingzhao

Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover,

Ask the shutter man,

However, Haitang remains the same.

You know, you know,

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Walking on the beach and watching begonia in the rain.

Song-Liu Chenweng

Life is thin and beautiful,

Love my generation.

My heart was broken after the begonia opened.

The oblique wind and drizzle have not cleared up,

Leaning on the diaphragm, dripping all the tears.

I hate it,

Open and return.

Spring cold only closed the house.

You'll come when he cleans up,

Silence covers the account, shame and haggard.

But Not for Me

Song Mayanzi

Weak waist and weak flowers.

Anh Hong swing courtyard.

Fly back to Yaner,

Tilt the real pearl foil.

Eyes full of green leaves, rouge calyx.

I can't bear to stare at it often.

Take care of the palace spring,

Don't play the magpie in the flowers.

The nearest flower

Song-Yao Yunwen

Several letters to begonia in spring.

It's cold in the museum,

I want the rain to make my clothes wet.

Yan thinks apricot beams are unstable.

Peony suddenly reported that Qingming was near.

I even hate mirrors in the green hills.

Xiangxue is soft and crisp,

It should disappear in spring.

Embroidered pavilion deeply felt.

The candle stuck to the shadow of Jin Chai.

The flowers of Ruihexian Begonia are half fallen

Song-Zhao Changqing

Begonia flowers are half fallen.

Zhenghui Pufeng is big,

Lanting is fragrant.

Qingying Dianchi Pavilion.

Turn red and fly,

A tulle wears a curtain.

Feelings are changeable.

Naisukao,

Emotions can be divided into good and evil.

Sigh gradient,

Time flies,

Old love is like this.

Remember, swear by your shoulders,

Occipital arm talk,

It's all done.

Remember to forget.

At that time,

About that time.

Afraid of the light and the moon,

If you see it,

Tired just waiting to be seen.

Ask the newcomers,

Who are you worried about,

Still thin.

Man Jiang Hong asked begonia flowers.

Song-Janice

Ask begonia flower,

Nostalgic people,

Nobody taught me to float and sink.

Great,

Ordinary gauge,

Hire Menu Lee.

Dare not protect Sue's curtains,

Don't be a golden bell jar for fear of shock.

Looking at the copper beam,

The jade is deep in spring,

Flowers are empty and beautiful.

Non-whitewashing,

The skin is fine.

Non-smearing,

Rouge is greasy.

Fear of heaven and earth,

A little less.

After the first rain of learning Chinese characters,

It's too real to take a shower.

And the Ming dynasty,

Willow trees are clean,

The cuckoo is back.

Linjiang Zhong Xian Haitang

Song-Liu Kezhuang

Down and out, sir Jiang Haike,

Young Wan Li is looking for spring.

Now haggard to the courtyard by the stream,

Without singing,

Just books and dust.

Insert 300 portions of begonia,

Wait and sprinkle with fragrant dust,

When he was young, crimson snow reflected red clouds.

Remind fengyue,

Remember the flower shop.

Bu operator cherishes begonia

Song-Liu Kezhuang

It's all in hands,

Today is a good day to borrow money.

Wind and rain have a bottom in flowers,

I want to learn from each other.

Do warm, push, teach,

Just a cold reminder.

Live up to next year's flowers,

Only the florist is responsible.

Han gong chun San he

Song-Liu Kezhuang

Love famous flowers,

I'm not greedy or coquettish,

I only admire the quiet posture.

The old case of Wutai makes you tired,

Involve the company.

Ice accumulation,

Du Yi family,

Point crimson and coagulate fat.

Should sneer,

Haitang was drunk and fell asleep.

Peony is muscular.

In dance halls and singing platforms,

Every new make-up,

Don't draw palace eyebrows.

I know some people are indifferent,

Know nothing about bugs.

The songbirds in spring are gone,

Jade is uneven,

Whoever blows pays.

Through the air,

Dark fragrance and thin shadow,

The window rolled up and put on the curtain.

Touch the fish begonia

Song-Liu Kezhuang

It's spring,

Cold smoke and cold rain,

I sent a letter to the DPRK late.

The weather suddenly became warm and sunny for three days.

I feel extremely elegant and sleepy again.

Frosted temples.

Pan linglao,

Don't look at flowers every year.

Talent is exhausted.

Jade bureau flying fairy,

Shi Hu's masterpiece,

Alone with this charm.

Seduction color,

Be annoyed at the bad luck of a beautiful woman.

The wall is silent. Who asked?

The east wind is stuffy at dusk,

Blow rouge into powder.

Take a closer look.

* * * wine,

In ancient times, there were two things that were particularly stingy.

The years passed quickly.

The green leaves overflowed into the shade,

The ground is covered with moss,

I hate that I do it differently.

Man Jiang Hong

Song-Liu Kezhuang

(Begonia blooms on the evening of February 24th)

Over the years,

Quite confident,

A heart of stone.

Still a little,

Not tired,

Be addicted to flowers.

I'm annoyed. Every time I feel cold,

Ding Ning was not baked on a sunny day.

The wind and the scorching sun are cruel,

How to get it.

Draw a candle,

Regret often.

By hand,

Pick gently.

It rained several times,

There is no trace of colorful clouds.

There are no flowers and drinks tonight.

The Ming Dynasty searched for branches in the air.

Crying at the cuckoo in the residual red courtyard,

Add sadness and silence.

Malus manjiangensis

Song-Liu Kezhuang

Overwhelming the crowd,

Talent and,

Very gorgeous.

Subtle places,

Cherish all feelings,

No fragrance.

As big as a needle of millet,

Suddenly, who dyed rouge?

Put it off,

Refuse to marry plum blossom,

Shame, cold, frugal.

Time is easy,

Spring is hard to live in.

Happiness is thin,

Talent is scarce.

Feel the inner voice,

The smelting capacity slightly converges.

People come and go,

After a rain, it is drifting away.

Even more impressive is that,

A few night winds,

Blow a thousand points.

Shanghai Tang on the Moon

Song-Lu tour

The abandoned garden in the sunset is closed.

Hanging up and down,

Tears and resentment.

Pale palace plum,

Nevertheless,

Crisp and cut the water.

Sad place,

It seems to be recalling the past of Xuanhua.

Pedestrians don't have a sad meaning.

Fold incense,

Who sent thousands of miles?

Standing on the high river,

It's hard to meet,

The faucet rides back.

Sound and dust are far away,

Chutian dangerous building leans alone.

Shanghai Tang on the Moon

Song-Lu tour

Lanfang embroidery households are sick and tired.

Sigh Chunchun,

Wake up when bored.

Swallows return empty,

Several times,

Guan Yu bian Xin

Sadness,

The solo exhibition group is Ruijin.

Smoked cages quelled the cold smoke.

Deep tears,

Turn around and look at the flowers.

With a lingering fragrance,

How to ban him,

Cold and lonely pillow.

Dawn at the west window,

Several silver bottles and jade wells.

Scarlet parrot green is very clever,

Overlapping calyx shines brightly in the morning.

Bodhisattva-level people

Song-Lu tour

Silkworms in small yards want to get old in spring sleep.

The new nest is full of flowers.

Dreaming of the west of Jincheng,

Begonia is as old as ever.

Too hasty,

It is too early to return to Wu.

After the topic, cherish spring poems.

Add temples to the mirror.

Haitang in banquet hall

Song Wang Zhidao

Light rain,

Halobegonia,

Gradually, Yan's fat faded.

Short walls in the evening,

Happy and windy,

Staggered into spring sleep.

Jade is soft and brittle,

Can't help,

Dress casually at night.

Sadness and hatred.

Yes, good times and beautiful scenery,

This is a great province.

I once asked Momo Xinyan,

There are beekeepers and butterflies,

To spread the message.

Dulang of West Shu,

Su Dongpo Lao,

Tao should be exhausted.

A romantic flower,

Elegant and,

Qiao Fengyun is on the edge.

Set each other off and become interesting.

Eyebrows brushed her,

Plum cheek powder.

Red lips

Song Wang Shipeng

The silk core hangs down,

Smile, new makeup,

Before and after the exhibition hall,

When that swallow come.

Who hates tianxiang,

Try to smell the flowers,

The wind is slightly permeable,

Exquisite smoked brocade sleeves,

Not just history.

Mid-month Shanghai Tanghong makeup color

Songjiangkui

Red makeup and bright colors,

According to Huanhuaxiying,

Stunning beauty

Make a breeze,

Shake the forest full of Luo Qi.

The wealth and elegance of nature,

No more than,

Idle peaches and plums

The curtains are quiet,

The moon longs for spring sleep.

I remember the first opening day,

Play the devil's beauty,

For example, competing with people for flattery.

For an instant,

It turned into running water.

Sigh glitz on this day,

Cherish wheatgrass,

It is easy to become haggard.

No plans.

Only lace is drunk.

good news

Song-Zhou Zizhi

Spring is like a glass of wine,

Drunk begonia is weak.

Who dyed the jade muscle and rich face,

Be a swallow.

The wind and rain that send spring are the most ruthless,

Unfortunately, it's blown out.

Why not leave flowers,

Give Xiao Huan a call and clap.

Begonia with crimson lips

Yuan-Zhang Hongfan

The drunken face is redder,

Exaggerate colors to people without words.

A spring snow.

Still stained with blood.

Courtyard dusk,

Swallows come on time.

My heart is broken

Show your cheeks.

January's shame.