Pipa fruit poetry

1. What are the poems about loquat? 1. Tang Bai Juyi's "Mountain Loquat"

The old mountain cherishes the years, and the feeling is right for the wild loquat in Dongxi. The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.

Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower. Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.

2. Two Loquat Flowers by Tang Juyi

There is a red flower on the top of the mountain at the door of Wanqing Tsing Yi tree. Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you.

Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder. If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion.

3. Tang Sikongshu's "Poems from the Unknown House to Loquat Leaves"

The basket is green, and the overlapping colors are fresh. It's in the autumn wind, just like before dawn.

When the immortal sees the weight, he should eliminate the disease. Bananas were given, and Xie's articles were airdropped.

4. Tang's title of loquat tree

Precious trees begin to blossom when it is cold, and the atmosphere is September and autumn. If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever.

Blue sea and wind blowing, green branches and snow floating. Self-sufficiency in urgent scenery, spring birds are lucky.

5. Tian She by Don Du Fu.

Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road. The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.

The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant. The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.

2. The poem about loquat "Visiting Bird in Early Summer"

Year: Song Author:

Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

Alpine loquat

Year: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen

Mountain loquat, flowers like peony, sprinkle blood. A few years ago, I traveled all over the castle peak.

This is a good season for mountain flowers. The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.

Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac. The golden thread floats in confusion,

The coral flower with heavy fiber is broken. Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun.

The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden. Lvzhu said wholeheartedly,

Hanwu's eyes are piercing and he wants to die. Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.

If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte. I came to Taniguchi yesterday to ask questions first.

And it stopped before it reached the mountain. I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou.

Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain. It's too high to see clearly,

In ninth grade, the emperor's voice was not clear. The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.

Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold.

Two Woods

Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda

Loquat used to like it, not seeking sweetness or acid.

Yellow mud wrapped around the core and scattered with throwing fences.

Spring breeze opens the door, and the park is as simple as hazelnut.

A plant grows up and looks like Wuqi Mountain.

Last year, I tried to spend a little time, and I got cold.

Turn into gold bullets and board the peach and plum plates together.

It is not difficult for a great king to mediate.

How can an old man be a tree? Find a pretty face with a mirror.

The moustache is long, and he wears a scarf when he smiles.

Yunxian loquat

Year: Song Author: Mei

Loquat is as yellow as orange in May. Who would have thought litchi would be at the same time?

Jia Ming wrote Fu Lin, but he hated Hongmei for having no poems.

Fruit in the miscellaneous garden

Year: Song Author: Lu You

When acid-free kumquat grows for the first time, seedless loquat is born.

Precious output has been obtained from the secluded garden, and the muddy mash is still in the small tank.

"On February 19, I took white wine bass over Zhan and let you eat Sophora japonica leaves."

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Loquat is ripe with golden beads, and mulberry leaves taste jade maggots for the first time.

I'll borrow ten lotus flowers for the time being and pour five books on an empty stomach.

Green floating egg bowl, Sophora japonica bud cake, red dot ice plate squid.

Getting drunk and having a good sleep is the real career. I have good taste in my life.

Loquat in seclusion

Year: Song Author: Mei

Loquat may be solid, green and sour.

Macaques must be provoked, but it is difficult to keep the heat.

3. The poem 1 is related to loquat, in Tianping Mountain.

Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji

The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree loquat is ripe;

Xu Xing didn't remember how deep the mountain was, and Yingying sent it all the way home.

The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the south wind. Walk slowly along the mountain road, I don't know how far it is. The oriole sang along the road and sent me home.

2. Visit Bird in early summer.

Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu

Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half cloudy and half sunny when plums are ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

Ducks are playing in shallow water or deep water in the pond, plums are ripe, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy. In this pleasant weather, I gave a banquet and invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging on the tree like gold, just picking and drinking and tasting.

3. Send Xue Tao's school books to Zhong Shu.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, closed doors loquat flowers.

Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.

There lived a talented geisha near Wan Li Bridge, and her house was surrounded by loquat wreaths. She lives in seclusion among loquat flowers. Nowadays, there are few talented women like her, and even those who can fully appreciate the artistic conception of literature are always worse than her.

4. The red mountain residence in the boundless river is the best.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

A few light seagulls found a bright green. Where, a pair? Come and take a bath. Read Li Sao's booze carefully and see how good it is to repair bamboo. There are flying springs, daily pearls and 3,000 welcome trees.

Spring rains are raining, and new valleys are planted. Never idle days, sleep yellow calf. Look at the clouds, the wheat ridges and the snow-covered silkworm clusters. If it is enough now, it is enough when it is not enough. With the help of Ye Lao and Shou Shou, the loquat matured.

A few light seagulls came and disturbed the clear green lake. There is also a pair of purple mandarin ducks that come out of nowhere, deliberately playing with water together and playing endlessly. While reading Li Sao carefully, I had a drink; While enjoying bamboo, we don't refuse all kinds of meat. There is also a waterfall nearby, like pearls splashing for me to watch. It keeps pouring, with 3000 hugs every day.

There is plenty of rain in spring, and the newly sown grain seeds grow green seedlings; During the slack season, the calf dozed lazily. The wheat in the field is ripe, like a continuous Huang Yun; The shiny new cocoons in the silkworm room are like piles of snow.

Alas, if you want to pursue the prosperity of life, you can already meet it at present; Xiaomi's bad area is not satisfied, when will Jing be satisfied? Seeing that I was idle, several old farmers invited me to the East Garden for a walk and said that the loquat was ripe.

5. Lang complains about poetry

Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years?

The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.

I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing.

On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.

Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.

Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.

Our thoughts have really changed since we parted. At that time, I only said that I would meet again in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now. I'm not in the mood to play the lyre or send a letter. I'll wait for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but I am bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. On the Double Ninth Festival, we climb to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moons. In July and a half, I held a candle to burn incense and asked the sky. The dog days in June are so hot that people are shaking their fans, but my heart is cold.

In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, but they were drenched by a cold rain. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its line and fell helplessly. What a pity. Alas, husband, I want you to be my concubine in my next life.

4. There are many materials in the poems describing pipa in Zhu Xian Gu.

Half a month is divided into strings and spent on the face.

The general composed music and Sima accompanied him many times.

This is Hu Zhongle. I hope you can play it at once.

Meng Haoran, one of the two Liangzhou Ci Poems (Tang Dynasty)

Today's muddy red sandalwood scraps,

Make the pipa sound into the clouds.

Alakazam came all the way to Wan Li,

Then send it to Mingjun immediately.

Wang Changling, one of the seven wonders of joining the army (Tang Dynasty)

Pipa dances with new sounds,

Always close the mountain and leave a feeling.

I can't hear enough sadness,

Autumn moon shines high on the Great Wall.

One of Two Liangzhou Ci Poems in Tang Dynasty

Wine luminous glass,

If you want to drink pipa, hurry up.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the beach.

How many wars were fought in ancient times?

Gong Ci (Tang)

Golden rosewood trough,

The initial tension of the string is high.

I listened to a new song yesterday,

Send cherries outside the curtain of the inner palace.

Pipa Pavilion (Song Dynasty) Zhang Yuhu

Jiangzhou Sima's old confidant,

The feeling of wandering in the rivers and lakes is deeper.

On a moonlit night in Wan Li,

Pipa is not made, but also touched.

On Xunyang River,

Yangliufeng in front of Peng Ze.

These two sages are not alike,

Sadness and happiness are different.

Pipa Pavilion (Song) Liu Chang

Jiangtou Yue Ming Pipa Pavilion,

A sad song, an eternal feeling.

Want to know where my heart was broken,

Only the river is a sound.

Qing Ping Le (Song) Yan

Let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. Send it back to spring.

Pickers are getting less and less popular. Dried plums with small leaves and plums.

Xiao Qiong leisurely holds the pipa. Snow-scented gauze.

Just a delicate and charming branch, standing alone at the feast.

Cai (Song) Su Shi

Emotionally still sick, there are many scenes in the building.

When we raise our glasses, we will turn our heads and laugh.

Stop to listen to the pipa and twist it gently.

The drunken face melts into spring scenery, and Jiang Tianyi looks red obliquely.

Resentment-Pipa Girl (Song) Su Shi

Xiaolian plays the pipa string first. Break the blue sky

Clearly embroidered pavilion resentment, all shot to the song.

The skin is like jade, and the temples comb cicadas. In front of the window.

Tonight, moths fight against people like cicadas.

Wu Ye Article (Gold) Liu Ying

Far hate me for pestering willows, and dreams grow around pears.

The blue man remembers the chapter, the platform is on the moon, and the jade whip is oblique.

Green mirror tears sleeves, red wall drunk ink cage yarn.

It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.

Guan Gong * Double Mandarin Duck Xiao Ling Liu Quan Ci (Yuan) Wang Yun

Stay drunk. Appreciate Chun Yan. A song can clear ten Jin of wine.

Talk to pipa tea drinkers. So as to pass on the heart music.

Pipa (Yuan)

A piece of acacia wood, the sound contains ancient autumn.

Who made the pipa? Don't leave your sadness.

Yue Diao * Xiao Taohong's Divorce (Yuan)

Several autumn rains and old yellow flowers. Leave people regardless of fear.

A string of sad tears. Play the pipa.

I am ashamed to look at the screen painting. Sound sad jade horse.

Worried about the new Ropa. Hate less than the end of the world.

Listen to the old man manage pipa (Ming) Zhang Yu.

An old string goes against the string for a long time, but my mind is very weak.

Mo Geng played Ghost Sparrow, and now there are fewer people in the north.

Chang 'an Chun Xue Qu (Ming) Wang Zandeng

Warm jade pipa cold skin, generally like snow reflecting pheasant.

I only chose Yangchun Music and played it as a dish of pearls.

(Ming) Liu Mingchuan

Pipa is the best sound, which is difficult to explain.

There are many injuries in the mountains, and there are tears in the music.

Wen Pipa (Qing) Shi Chaogan

The pipa string is in a hurry in autumn, and it plays a long-lost feeling in Guanshan.

Excuse me, when will the heartbroken sound stop when the Yellow River flows east?

Pipa (Qing) Sun Weiting

The interview with Lao Beiyin was absolutely loud, and the Southern Opera in Wenzhou began.

Four strings are melancholy, like knocking on the window on a rainy night.

There are the grievances of Fei Ming that have been passed down through the ages, and the poems of Fu Xin that have changed several lines.

Singing in the street, the year of the tortoise is down and out, complaining about the rise and fall.

Tiaozi (Qing) Yuan Xiangfu

With a skill, everyone sighs with dust.

To ask who can resist stopping, Qu Gao and Widow are Yangchun people.

Chen Zhou has passed away, and V's heirloom skills are higher.

I won't listen to Yu Lunbao because it hurts people.

5. What are the poems praising loquat?

1. The drizzle makes the flowers of neem tree wet, and the south wind tree ripens loquat.

2. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

3. Being helped into the East Garden by the wild old man, the loquat is ripe.

4. Wan Li Bridge Girls' School Book, closed doors loquat flowers.

April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.

The specific translation is as follows:

1. The drizzle makes the flowers of neem tree wet, and the south wind tree ripens loquat.

The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the blowing of the south wind.

2. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

In this pleasant weather, I gave a banquet and invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging on the tree like gold, just picking and drinking and tasting.

3. Being helped into the East Garden by the wild old man, the loquat is ripe.

Seeing that I was idle, several old farmers invited me to the East Garden for a walk and said that the loquat was ripe.

4. Wan Li Bridge Girls' School Book, closed doors loquat flowers.

There lived a talented geisha near Wan Li Bridge, and her house was surrounded by loquat garlands. She lives in seclusion among loquat flowers.

April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.

The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror.

6. Poems describing loquat What poems describe loquat are like this: 1 Tianping Mountain in the middle Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji's drizzle wet flowers, and the south wind tree ripens loquat.

2 Visiting Zhang Yuansong in early summer: Dai Fugu East Garden is drunk and West Garden is drunk, and loquat trees are all picked. Tian She Tang Dynasty: The willow branches of Du Fu's beech tree were weak, and the loquat tree was fragrant.

Sending a school book to Xue Tao in Sichuan in the Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian wrote a school book for girls by the Wan Li Bridge. He lived in a closed house among loquat flowers. 5 Mountain Loquat Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi went up the mountain to cherish the years, and the situation was against Dongxi Wild Loquat.

6 Mountain Loquat Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen Mountain Loquat, flowers like peony. 7. Loquat Tree in Tang Dynasty: A sheep scholar cherished a precious tree, which began to bloom in the cold and the atmosphere was September and autumn.

If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever. Wei Mingfu sent loquat leaves to answer a Tang poem: Sikong trees are green and colorful.

It's in the autumn wind, just like before dawn. 9 Chuan Huan Xi Sha Tang Dynasty: Mao Wenxi dipped the moss in spring water, and the red sandalwood bloomed in loquat island.

Sleep on the beach on a sunny day? Steady. 10 Go to Chenggu County, Jiazhou, and find the Zen master's room in Yong 'an Chao. In the Tang Dynasty, the temples in Cen Can were full of loquat flowers, and the old monks met in cassock.

7. The ancient poem about loquat is 1. Picking all loquat trees, Jin and Song Dynasties, Dai Min's Early Summer Tour to Bird 2. The south wind is ripe, loquat is bright, and Yang Ji's "Tianping Mountain Middle" 3. By the way, Eastern Xia Wild Loquat Tang Bai Juyi's Mountain Loquat 4. The temple is full of loquat flowers in winter, and Tang's "Go to History and Go to Chenggu County, and find Yong 'an Chao Zen Master's Room 5". Loquat Gate sent an old friend to Chu Yi's to Jiangling for grazing. 6. Laughing at Myrica rubra is not the only thing that counts as the Hongshan residence of Fang Song in loquat and Yining. 8. Dream is broken and loquat is full of fragrance. Liao Weng's "Jiangmengdu Morning Light Skinny Horse" was sent to Lizhou 10, mountain loquat in Tangyuan Town1,mountain loquat in Tangyuan Town 12, middle red sandalwood in loquat, Shang Zhou Tangmaowenxi, which was paved with Huanxi sand and soaked with moss in spring water. 65666 loquat was ripe golden. Yuefu 16 written by orange loquat and Cao Zhi is just a full journey of loquat in Song and Lu Dynasties, and "unique and lovely play of repeatedly planting Myrica rubra in the mountain garden" 17, and seedless loquat grafting was born. Bai Liang Shi Hua 19 by loquat, orange, chestnut, peach, Li Heche, Seven Slogans by Feiyang loquat and lychee Yuan, Yang Weizhen 20, the cooked tobacco of loquat, Stay the guest by Ai Xingfu in Song Dynasty 2 1, the remaining trees of loquat, and the hibiscus dream by Yizun. Loquat is two tall trees, Song's "Traveling with Uncle Man in Gaoyang Mountain" 27. Loquat smells good in other places. Song Hongzi's Xun Mei 28. It should be loquat merger. In May, loquat was recorded by Mei in the Song Dynasty, 3 1. In the Qing Dynasty, it was recommended that loquat and orange should be recorded in Xiangyang by Ouyang Xiule in the Song Dynasty and sent to Xiangyang by Liu Taiwei from Guangzhou. 32, loquat cooked in drizzle; On April 24th, Song Shuyuexiang shared wine with friends in the mountains in the rain. 33. Loquat is exposed outside the dark window; In Dawushan Temple, Shu was praised. 34, made of loquat. Loquat is full of boxes, An Shi's "Sweet 28th" 36. Loquat is in full bloom with red pomegranate, and Lei's "Two Books on April 20th" 37. Loquat brings flowers every other year, and Fan's "Winter Miscellaneous Interest" 38. Loquat snow is washed away, and it is absolutely impossible to listen to "Night Stay in Wujiang Shengshou Temple" 39. Loquat yellow is a guest, and the branches are bright and respectful.

8. The poem describing loquat is mountain loquat in Tangyuan town, with flowers like peony and blood like fairy.

In previous years, it was a good season for mountains to bloom over green hills. The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.

Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac. The golden thread clusters are floating wildly, and the coral stems are broken.

Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun. The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden.

The green pearl language is full, and the Hanwu eye is gradually drifting away. Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.

If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte. Yesterday, I first came to Taniguchi to ask each other, and I stopped in front of the mountain.

I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou. Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain.

The sky is high, and the essence cannot be seen clearly, and the ninth grade emperor can't say it clearly. The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.

Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold. Go to Chenggu County, Jiazhou, and find Cen Can, the Yongan Zen master who is full of loquat flowers in winter. The old monk met the cassock.

It snows in the north of Hanwang, and Han Xin Station is inclined to the west. You don't have to rush five horses outside the door, but listen to three cars in the forest.

I didn't expect Bachuan to win a lot of things and report this to Beijing to publish a book for you. Tang sent an old friend to Jiangling to look for it. Master Hanyi held a festival to worship Jingzhou, which should be a trip all the way.

It's raining in the dark on Banzhu Mountain, and the loquat gate faces Chutianqiu. Have a good time drinking wine, and go upstairs leisurely.

Look at the style at this time. I know Xiaoyu is very romantic. Send Xue Tao's school book to Shuzhong, Tang school book to Wan Li Bridge, and live in loquat flowers for retreat.

Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze. In early summer, the swimming pool of Zhang Yuansong's Dai Min suckling duck is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-clear and cloudy when it matures.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden. [Tian She] Qingjiang District, Fu Tian, Tang Dou, next to the ancient Chai Men Road.

The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy. The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.

The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams. A Thousand Poems of "Seven-character quatrains Traveling to Bird in Early Summer" Dai Min Duck Pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when it is ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden. Pipa is not this loquat, only complaining about poor literacy in those days; If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, all the wind music in the city will blossom.

Mountain loquat soup Bai Juyi went up the mountain to cherish the years, and he was fond of Dongxi wild loquat. The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.

Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower. Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.

There are two mountain loquat flowers, Tang Bai Juyi, at the entrance of Shu, and a red flower at the top of the mountain. Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you.

Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder. If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion.

Wei Mingfu sent loquat leaves to answer Tang Sikong's poems. The basket is green, and the overlapping colors are fresh. It's in the autumn wind, just like before dawn.

The fairy side sees the weight, and it should be convenient to remove the disease. Bananas were given, and Xie's articles were airdropped.

Loquat tree Tang, sheep scholar and precious tree began to bloom in the cold, and the atmosphere was September and autumn. If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever.

Blue sea and wind blowing, green branches and snow floating. Self-sufficiency in urgent scenery, spring birds are lucky.

[Paving Huanxisha] The spring water in Tangmao Wenxi gently soaked the moss, and the red sandalwood bloomed on the loquat continent. Sleep on the beach on a sunny day? Steady and warm.

Some people have to return pearls every time. The fragrance of the blue musk deer has just dissipated and I forgot to come back.

Liu Tang Zongyuan respected orange pomelo in the early cold and recommended loquat in the midsummer. "Ode an epic poem for Xue Tao" Hu Ceng Wan Li Bridge Girls' School in Tang Dynasty, loquat flowers live behind closed doors.

It's better to lead the spring breeze than to sweep your eyebrows. [Go to Chenggu County in history and find the room of Zen master Yong 'an Chao] The winter loquat in Tang Temple is full of flowers, and the old monk meets the cassock.

It snows in the north of Hanwang, and Han Xin Station is inclined to the west. You don't have to rush five horses outside the door, but listen to three cars in the forest.

I didn't expect Bachuan to win a lot of things and report this to Beijing to publish a book for you.

9. Su Dongpo, a sentence describing loquat, "When guests come to tea, nothing happens, but Lu Juyangmei is still sour." Someone asked him: What kind of fruit is Lu Ju? He said, "loquat also". Later, some books also said "loquat, an orange." I think this is mostly because of Sue's "taking it for granted". Because, in Sima Xiangru's Shang Fu Lin, it is said that "Xia Luju is ripe, Huang Gan orange, loquat persimmon and pavilion is magnolia". State several things side by side. It can be seen that Lu Ju is Lu Ju and Loquat is Loquat, and the middle cannot be equated. Li Shizhen said: "It is wrong for people who note the Selected Works to regard loquat as an orange." Quite right.

Yang Wanli wrote a loquat poem: "big leaves and long ears, one end is full of plates." Litchi has many stones, but kumquat is not sour. Rain leaves and branches are low in weight and the pulp is cold. Whether Changqing is here or not, don't send him as a garden official. " The first six sentences describe the character of loquat fairly accurately, but they are not poetic. Although Confucius said that you can learn more about the names of birds, animals and plants by reading poetry, poetry is not a textbook for plants after all. Guo Moruo's "Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" is a failed example. Yang Wanli's loquat poem seems to be the first of its kind. As for the last two sentences, I don't know what he said. Although Sima Xiangru wrote loquat in Shang Fu Lin, it didn't show the appearance of drooling, and there was no record that Sun Monkey ate flat peaches secretly. What does it matter whether he is a gardener or not?

There is also a jingle about loquat, saying that someone sent loquat to others, with a letter saying: Yunyun sent two baskets of pipa. The recipient then wrote a poem: "Loquat is not this pipa, because I didn't know much about it." If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, the flute in the city will blossom. "Although the poem is joking, it makes people feel distressed while eating the loquat sent by others. There are so many Chinese characters that it is difficult to write a few typos. If you make a mistake, you must write a poem. Such poems can be said endlessly. I remember it was in the early 1930s. Liu Bannong is the marking officer in Peking University. Because the examinee wrote a few typos, he became very excited and made several poems to mark the paper, which greatly mocked the examinee. In one of them, because students wrote "studying abroad" as "studying abroad", Mr. Liu said: "Mr. Wang committed a heinous crime and sent him to the west to study abroad. It should be nine streams and one class, exhausted. "Lu Xun was very disapproving, and wrote the article" After Feeling Old (Part II) ",thinking that it was not the middle school students who just graduated that were ridiculous, but the big professors who used it as a laughing stock to embellish the sarcasm. Loquat is probably not distributed to middle school students. They can't read much, either because they have no money to study or for other reasons. And those who think they are senior officials, have greater skills, write inscriptions everywhere and make a fool of themselves everywhere. They are thicker than the city wall, it is better to stab him, but such people are rarely ridiculed.