The elegy of chrysanthemum

Zheng Sixiao painted chrysanthemums.

Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.

It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown into the north wind.

Mourning Liu Ji's Mourning of Nursery

Old chrysanthemums will still have roots, and high autumn will care for each other. If the heart doesn't die, the ecology will still bully for thousands of years.

Must wait for the spirit to eat, must be ashamed, must be empty. Who knows what desolation means? Discuss it in detail.

Endgame author: Yang Wanli

After the intestines were broken, the branches of the yellow flowers were frosted, the flowers dried up and the leaves were worn out.

A flower suddenly appeared in the withered bush, which was better than when it first opened.

Endgame author: Song Boren

Huang Hua had an affair in October, so he didn't stay in Chongyang.

Last night, the frost in the forest was like snow, laughing at his cold red leaves.

Endgame Author: Zhu Shi

I don't know how to worry about butterflies, but the evening wind blows Leng Xiang.

Broken gold is a mess. Empty as a master's melancholy poem.

Endgame Author: Zhu Shi

Heaven and earth collected the killing work, and the chrysanthemum rights fell into a clump.

It's hard to pick a broken gold, but people know it's empty.

Endgame author: Wang Anshi

At dusk, the wind and rain hit the garden, and the residual chrysanthemums fell all over the ground.

It's good to win one, but the poor son cherishes his playboy.

Dead chrysanthemum author: Lu you

Cui Yu's dream of money is over, and the spare residual core supports the branches.

One by one, frivolous and drifting, yellow looks like.

Dead chrysanthemum author: Lu you

Not long after Longshan lost his hat, the past still made me sad.

There is nothing like chrysanthemums, only a pile of dead branches in front of the steps.

Poetry:

Insects are frozen stiff and chrysanthemums are dying. Don't people with lofty ideals abandon their friends, and women don't have second marriages. -Hezimeng Erzhe

I have no pity for Hanju, which has withered its roots and left residual frost for the day. -Winter Solstice Frost and Sunny Song Yang Wanli

There is infinite hatred in clear autumn, and the residual chrysanthemum is over Chongyang. -Li Ying in the early Tang Dynasty

Alone, the residual chrysanthemum is accompanied by Chen people. It's very cold after the rain. Song Lu, you.

The residual chrysanthemum is full of fragrance, and a southern candle is like a Dan. -Yi Lan Song Lu, and you?

People who were sick after the Double Ninth Festival were crushed by a broken chrysanthemum. -September 10th, that is, Tang Chenyu.

The endgame is gloomy, he is spontaneous, and the twilight is misty and sad. —— Qiu Riming and Han Bangjing