Poems about pomegranate flowers and lovers

In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow.

Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down.

Du Mu's Shan Shiliu;

Just like a pomegranate reflecting a hill, it can appear glamorous and idle in the complexity.

On a beautiful Hosta, I only doubt that it will burn to Cui Yun.

Zhao Zhongcheng of Ma Zuchang's broken pomegranate;

If the emissary comes to Haixi, coral is planted in Hanyuan;

Just wait for the shade trees to close and the beads to open like fire.

Liu Hua of Zhang Hongfan:

Who taught scarlet blood to stain the scarlet sac, and Lv Yun heaped fragrance?

The bees mistakenly thought it was a fire and were busy driving the wind over the low wall.

Aisingiorro Yin Ren's Liu Hua;

There are shallow and deep bushes in the forest, and pomegranate fire is forbidden in the courtyard in the early Ming Dynasty. Emerald vines hang green leaves, and coral pens reflect good bonuses.

The painting screen is covered with rain branches. The immortal steamed sand and melted it. Unique chemical industry, warm method, sunny and smoky every year.

Bai Juyi's pomegranate tree

The color difference is cool, and the leaves are cut with safflower cream. The umbrella cover is hung with gold and jade, and the embroidered clothes are hung with fumigation cages.

Spring buds burn a thousand lamps, and summer pistil burns a hundred flowers. It is said that there is no such tree in the forest, and only peaches and willows are taught to occupy the fragrance of the year.

Bai Juyi's Twelve Rhymes of Mountain Pomegranate Flowers

The leaves are magnificent and the flowers are unparalleled. Yao Yan is suitable for small courtyard, and the essay is called low corridor.

This is a mountain thing, and today is a building. Thousands of clusters look at each other, and ten thousand flowers are low.

According to the threshold of burning even Zhu, the wall is beautifully reflected. The wind adds meaning, and the show is clear.

The gradually blooming rouge calyx still contains the piano room. Cut the ribbon disorderly, mottled uneven makeup.

There are thousands of prostitutes with scarlet lights and red skirts. At this time, when it comes to national colors, where to find incense.

Afraid of planting a golden que, I thought I would give it to the jade emperor. A good messenger, named Kao Hua.

Wang Anshi's Ode to Pomegranate Flowers: A little more green and red, but less touching spring scenery.

Ruan Langgui by Su Shi: After a light rain, Xiao He turned over and Liu Hua was in full bloom.

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