Ancient poems describing autumn flowers

The ancient poems describing autumn flowers are as follows:

1, Qiu Lan-Jingjinuo-Changlincao entered the autumn drought and teased the evening fragrance with its unique static posture. I'm proud of every wind, but I'm going to stay in first frost several times. Celebrity appreciation is admirable, and empty confidants ask for it. A kind of loneliness is eternal. Xiangjiang Ci Fu plays Shang Qing.

The bluegrass in the poet's works is fragrant and proud, elegant and clean, which naturally entrusts the poet's own feelings and experiences. It is also necessary to say that poets are self-sufficient. The poet Alan's love is deep and sincere, just like Qu Yuan, a doctor in Chu and San Lv thousands of years ago.

2, chrysanthemum-Tang Li Shangyin-secretly dizzy purple, melting 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.

Autumn is coming, and chrysanthemums are in bloom, dark purple and bright yellow. They have both the color of chrysanthemums beside Tao Yuanming's fence and the fragrance of Luohan House. Chrysanthemum is not afraid of getting wet with dew, but the coming of sunset. Those who are willing to stay by the water and drink in the nautilus cup hope to come to the rich family's rich banquet.

3. Double-tune recalling Wang Sun's appreciation of the lotus-Song Liqing's photo-the wind on the lake is boundless. Autumn is dusk, red is thin, and fragrance is less. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds are old. Green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.

The breeze gently brushed the lake, making it more sparkling. It was late autumn, and the lotus in the lake had withered, and the branches and leaves began to wither, leaving only the remaining safflower. Li Qingzhao is not sad. She said: water and mountains are close to people, alas! I don't know. That's great.