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Sentences praising chrysanthemums

1. Song Dynasty Su Shi's "To Liu Jingwen":

The lotus has no rain cover, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum.

you must remember the good scenery in a year, especially when it is orange, orange and green.

The lotus flower withered, even the lotus leaf that was holding the rain withered, and only the flower branch that had defeated the chrysanthemum was proud of the cold and frost. You must remember that the best time of the year is the late autumn and early winter when oranges are golden and green.

2. Huang Chao's Title of Chrysanthemum in the Tang Dynasty:

The rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and it is hard to come with a cold butterfly. ?

If I am Qing Di in the next year, I will report it to Peach Blossom.

Translation: The autumn wind is rolling in, and chrysanthemums are rustling all over the garden. The stamens and flowers are full of chill, and it is difficult for butterfly bees to come. One day, I will be a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

3. In Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao's "Dory Chanting White Chrysanthemum":

The small building is cold, and the curtain is low at night.

I hate rustling, relentless wind and rain, and rubbing my muscles at night.

it's not like, the imperial concubine is drunk, and it's not like, Sun Shou is sad.

Han Ling stole the fragrance, and Xu Niang Fu Fen, Mo Jiang is nothing new.

if you look closely at the Qu Ping pottery, the charm is just right.

when the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear, but it will not reduce the fat. ?

The autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, and people are infinitely reluctant.

It's like sadness and sadness, and it's like tears and a poem.

The moon is bright and the breeze is bright, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful.

I don't know how long I will stay from now on.

there's no need to remember when people are kind. ?

Interpretation: In the long night, although the curtain was put down, it was still chilly in the small building. Hate that rustling and ruthless wind and rain, destroying the jade white chrysanthemum at night. Look at the white chrysanthemum, not like Yang Guifei's reddish and drunken face, nor like Sun Shou's delicate frown. Han Ling stole the fragrance, and Xu Niang Fu Fen, their actions can't be compared with Bai Ju.

Looking closely, Qu Yuan and Tao Ling are aloof and noble, which is just right for Bai Ju. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of the white chrysanthemum is no less than the elegant tea. Autumn is coming to an end, and the white chrysanthemum is more and more clear and thin, which seems to reveal its infinite attachment to people. You see it seems to be sad and condensed, and it is relieved in Hangao; Like tears on the poem of Wan Fan.

Sometimes it's the bright moon and the breeze, sometimes it's the thick fog and autumn rain, and God makes the chrysanthemum look beautiful in an increasingly haggard way. Although I cherish it, I don't know how long I can keep it from now on. Alas! If the world knows how to love and appreciate, why should it recall and emphasize Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming's love for chrysanthemums?

4. Poem on Chrysanthemum by Qiu Jun in Ming Dynasty:

Pale red and pale white with dark yellow, with new makeup and fragrance.

infinite branches have good colors, but poor flowers do not make a double ninth festival.

The yellow chrysanthemums are clustered and have a burst of fragrance. Before the Double Ninth Festival, Hainan chrysanthemums are so beautiful and fragrant, and its loveliness lies in its disdain to open in time for people to watch.

5.

Zhang Huangyan's

After the war, the autumn wind laughed at things, but the savage gave himself yellow flowers.

I've seen that iron bones are old with frost, so don't send your gold heart with rain.

I didn't stop fighting in the autumn wind and laughed at the beautiful scenery around me. The people in the countryside just gave me a bunch of yellow flowers. I think the branches and stems of the chrysanthemum are still as hard as iron, although they are weather-beaten. It protects the flowers from wind and rain.