Poems praising rape flowers

1, half of the 100-acre courtyard is covered with moss and peach blossoms are in full bloom. Where Taoism returned, Liu Lang came again today. -Don Liu Yuxi's Revisiting Du Xuanguan

2. In April, the south wind blows the yellow wheat fields, but the jujube flowers have not fallen and the tung shade is long.

3. Chunjiang River is faintly visible. Distinguish the masts. Infinite green wheat, cauliflower yellow. There is hate today, tears streaming down her face, and the sunset is red several times. It's not a slave house, and it's desolate. -Zheng Song Xun Yu "Crying at Night"

4. At night, the spring rain moistens the weeping willows, and the spring water freshmen are dissatisfied with the pond. At dusk, the wind blows across the plain, and flowers and vegetables are mixed with tofu pudding. -Wang Qing Wen Zhi, "What's on the Road to Peace"

5. The chickens and dogs live in front of the mountain. Listen to dad with a smile. Pulley is holding the urn to water the cup, with a little Yangchun cream. Butterflies also fly between cauliflowers and fly away when the warm wind blows. Apricot buds are fragrant with red leek and tender spring, which is a drinking place next to the old earthen basin. -Yuan Feng Zizhen's "Parrot Song Garden Father"

6, the eastern suburbs are fresh and fragrant, and the fragrance is far away. A guest house is tired, and a monk draws an old friend on the wall. The mulberry scenery in Wotian is late, and the cauliflower in Ye Ping is spring. I miss Yan family color more, and the breeze is white. -Tang Wen Ting Yun's "Sufeng Quyu Monastery"

7. Sparse hedges, deep paths and shady trees. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Wanli Tang's "Su Xinshi Xugong Store"

8. There is a tall room beside the Temple of the King of Wu, and the curtain of Nanxuan is getting longer and longer. Blowing the wild wind in the garden, the peach leaves are green, and the spring dew cauliflower is yellow. The hanging lamp just silently goes backwards, and the front of the case is slim. Knowing that there is a tiger flowing back to the dream, the temple door is loose and the monk dies. -Tang Qiji's "Liang Xiangong House Title"

9. Rape flowers are full of golden color, and cicadas are deep in spring.

10, try to check the spring, none of them are there, and there is a hedge hut. Outside the desert city, the grass withered and crowed. Yellow dyed cauliflower is unintentional, and green painted willow leaves are vulgar. Memories of prosperity, unlike youth travel, are sad. Tang dock brocade, pear garden jade. Yi Yan dance, Ying Gechun. Clear sky, loss and golden valley of Wuqiao. There is endless fragrance in the thread, and when I return, the strings ring one by one. Afraid of the sunset, the shadows scattered near dusk, burning silver candles. -Lu Yuan Wengui's "Manjiang"