What poems describe "oranges"?

1, send Wang Lu oranges in early spring.

Tang Dynasty: Pi Rixiu

They are all fresh branches and leaves, and the color still smells like a little bit of smoke.

Not because of the weight of Han Yan's golden pills? Straight is Zhou's fruit ring

It seems that the soul of the sun was broken from the beginning, and it seems that the bone marrow of the star has not been sold before. ?

Knowing that he is sick or a saint, he sends cold buds to his pillow.

2﹑ ? Shoot oranges again

Tang dynasty: anonymous

Round as pearls, and red as Dan. Can break can be combined, don't insult Dongting Mountain.

3. West Lake returned late, looking back at Gushan Temple to offer guests.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

On the lonely mountain near the West Lake, there is a lonely mountain temple. After listening to Buddhist scriptures at night, I go back to learn from them.

Because it rains mostly in Shandong, the fruit is heavy and low, and the palm leaves are whipped by the breeze.

The water vapor on the lake, the turbulence of microwave and the color of water are seen at the bottom of the Pearl Hall, staggered and reflected in the sunset.

Back to the other side, please look back. Gushan Temple seems like Penglai Palace in the mountains, located in the center of the water.

4﹑ ? Pick tribute oranges with white satrap.

Tang dynasty: Zhou dynasty

Away from the green of Zhu Shi, like Yamakaji, there is red everywhere.

In the shadow, the cold forest is covered with green water, and the light shakes the tall trees and shines in the clear sky.

Silver medal exhausts the strength of people and ministers, and jade liquid knows the merits of nature.

After seeing the ships of the Ming Dynasty, the fragrance is still fragrant.

5﹑ ? Sick oranges?

Tang: Du Fu

A group of oranges have little business, although there are many, but they are also ridiculous.

Cherish small and firm, sour as pears.

It is advisable to cut moths and pick them.

Not palatable, don't just leave its skin.

The rustling leaves are half dead, but I can't bear to leave the branches.

Frost and snow accumulate in severe winter, and the situation is that the return air blows.

Taste Penglai Hall and list Xiaoxiang's posture.

This thing is not old, and the jade food loses its luster.

Bandits still rely on tombs, when you reduce your diet.

Your illness is providence, and I feel guilty about it.

Recalling the ambassadors of the South China Sea in the past, they scrambled to offer litchi branches.

One hundred horses died in the valley, which is still sad.

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