A famous poem about tea flowers

1. Poem on the implication of Camellia

Poem on Camellia +0. Poems about Camellia.

1 "Book of Songs (bρn) Wind, Owl (chρXiāo)": "I am short of money, I am happy." "Tea" refers to tapir, which is the flower of a reed-like plant.

2 "Flower Mirror" There are three kinds of "Camellia", which are large and thousand petals, white and fragrant, and each leaf is like a figure. Green and red calyx, big, it is pure white. Honey is not as good as Huang Qiangwei's, and its branches are prickly and fragrant. "There are also red people who are called tea, but they are not fragrant."

3 Lu You: "The cold flowers in Wu Di spring are getting late, and the fragrance is collected all the way back to the north."

Yang Wanli: "In the name of wine, you slander him, and ice is your home."

Wu Shuji's original words were: "Thank you for your spring break. No flowers, no branches. The shadow of the pavilion was broken and rubbed by the wind. Yingying is old, but her voice is still shy. Leaning alone in the locker room. A wave of smoke is not as good as returning to the curtain hook. A small heart is hard to worry about. "

6 Zhu's "Partridge Sky": "Lonely days are long, and bees and butterflies are frivolous. A day flies east wind evil, full of peach blossoms and fragrant spring water. At this time, the meaning is too long, and the grass is by the pond. I still want to be drunk in the spring for thousands of minutes. Fortunately, there are tea and begonia. "

7 "Homesickness among guests": "The breeze is fragrant, so it is a short wall. The hometown has become an isolated place, and the poetry league will be restored. "

8 "Tea Classic": "The mountain road is cloudy and rainy, and the spring breeze is warm and cold. The weather in Bak Yan is not allowed, so protect the peony. "

9 "He Tea": "Frost and snow are broken, and the cup of purple jade disappears. You won't like it if you disturb me. If you leave in a hurry, you will come back late. The butterfly dreams of staying in the snail country, and the dragon ball enters the clam embryo. I am in a hurry to summon my soul and pour Gui Xiang wine. There is still half in the moss. "

10 A clump of plum powder in Wang Qi's "Walking in the Garden in Spring" removes the residual makeup and smears a new red begonia. It's time for Camellia, and a little thorn grows on the berry wall.

2. What are the poems describing Camellia?

1. Song. There is a poem in Wang Qi that says, "First, remove the residual makeup of plum powder, and serve the new red begonia. It's a matter of flowering. The strawberry wall is sprouting. "

2. Su Shi's poem: "Tea does not compete for spring, and loneliness opens at the latest."

3. "After the flowers bloom, there is no fragrance."

4. Ren Zhuozhai's poem: "A year of spring is ruined."

5. "childhood, the roadside in the country, white flowers are unknown and everywhere. Every time I see it, I feel a little cold. Now I know that this is a broken heart. However, can I think that you are my last love? Unforgettable, the most brilliant and prosperous love? "

3. Camellia poetry.

As soon as I visited the small garden in the Spring Festival Evening, I took off the residual makeup on plum powder and painted it with new red begonia.

It's time for the tea tree to bloom, and a little thorn grows on the berry wall. Looking at Jiangnan from afar/remembering Jiangnan's boudoir, I think for a moment.

One step, Huaying is in a state of confusion, and tears hang down two lines. When will the victory be?

Disease is the hardest thing to keep. There is no place to put it in my heart, and the tea rack was delayed last month.

Who knows that melancholy. The rain in Linjiang is over. I want to release it in spring, but I am cold enough to stay in Yu Fang.

Nanyuan is the sunrise today. Qiongpa is full of flowers and the world is full of fragrance.

The flowers are red and purple, and the jade muscles laugh at themselves. The breeze brushed the screen window.

After washing the rest of the empty, not Shouyang makeup. Lotus leaves are spread on the water and tourists step on the green moss.

Thousands of colors compete for fragrance. The warm wind blows on the nose, and suddenly the fragrance overflows.

This tea is like a piece of brocade. Beautiful red and green, I am afraid that spring will come back soon.

Mistaken dust. Turn to the clouds and golden phoenix.

The Spring Festival Gala is behind closed doors. Although hate is long, it is helpless.

Get up and find out the news. The soul of the late moon is clear, and the sunset glow is fragrant.

Therefore, who is in charge after the mountain. I am passionate about this, and I will smell it again and again.

The drunken spring breeze pushed the pillow bed away in shame. Lin Luan doesn't draw eyebrows.

Those who are extremely jealous will find fault with Bai Gui. I'm scared.

Yan Fei Ban Ji, Zhao Jun prolongs his life, who knows elegance. Back against the tea rack.

Tears streamed down her face. Bald and complaining about pipa.

Let's leave now. Picking cypresses and selling pearls, pulling Luo to make up the house, Shuntian biochemical.

Huanxisha is best made of white and yellow. Save him from bees and butterflies picking flowers.

Chunfen is tired of dressing up. It's a night urn, and Liu uses autumn frost.

The pillow smells good tonight. Happy sand, the fragrance of simple spirit.

Weave a morning flower. Xiaoying left the ground floor to study palace affairs.

I'm trying to persuade wine, so there's nothing wrong with holding it on your head. The shadow of the green window is getting longer and longer.

Qinyuan spring warbler brings spring, cuckoo calls for spring return, and spring doesn't know. I hate young flowers and apricot hooligans, half with dreams and half with filaments.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the cold river is dying. I am afraid of the swallows in Qingming. Live in spring, and ask the date of departure when the new chicks are mature.

Ask what Chunchun is. It's hard to say purple and red.

I think there are many young people left. Peony knows where it is, so I need some for you. Call the graceful demeanour to persuade Chun to get drunk. Not saying five words is a waste of time.

Worrying about a soldier's salary, laughing at the wheel has horns, and it has long been gone. Looking for incense is tired, and the apricot eaves turn to noon.

Green leaks and sinks, and spring dreams are unfounded. Phoenix king eight gauze, empty wine dust fragrance fog.

Four miles of flowing water, the sound of jade flute breaks people. Tired of finding fragrance, the town is sharp and urgent, and it is strong to fly.

I remember in the Old Testament, after the tea was boiled, I counted and counted. I sailed to Nanpu several times due to mistakes.

The lazy warbler has no intention of spring, but the fallen flower is still the Lord of the east wind. Just as I was selling it, I was worried about cuckoos and singing tobacco trees.

Cold butterflies fly from the branches of cardamom in Huanxi. The old warbler is singing among the flowers.

Stay lazy in spring and listen to the return of spring. Who is drunk in Beihai, especially in Dongshan?

When the cold grass in the small window sends spring. Lock the window cold/cold window to drink pear flowers, urge poetry catkins, and complain about spring.

Drain the rain and wash all the fragrant sheets. Counting the twenty-four times of Dongfeng, I missed the West Garden Banquet several times.

It's better to fly to Shuang Yan than to recognize Zhu Hu. I've seen it.

Two moths are very shallow. After breaking up, never show any trace.

Swallows and butterflies spend shadows, fearing to read poetry. Try to rely on him, flowing water sends love, and the tide can't reach spring.

But bored, sick and tired of drinking, jathyapple is in the hospital. Spring is blooming, and I am eager to return.

Hate that the east wind can't stay, teach birds to resent the oblique glow.

4. What are the poems about' drinking tea'?

There is a saying in A Dream of Red Mansions: It's time to spend-after this, spring will be gone.

Poetry and its source:

Pink lips (rhyme fragrant tea)

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Wang

Original text:

The duvet hangs down, and Yu Ying is full of spring. The rhyme is fragrant and clear. Bake the courtyard on a warm day.

Showing off Qiongzhi, my face is dizzy. I hate it. The ancients did not see it. Who is the public opinion with flowers?

Manjianghong ignition cherry

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Xin Qiji

Original text:

Light a cherry and shine on it, and it will be like snow. Spring is just right, and I see Longyang all dressed up, and the purple moss is pale. The milk swallow leads the young to fly weak, and the warbler calls friends to fear. Begging for spring return, refusing to bring back sorrow, the intestines are knotted.

Looking at the building, the spring mountains are green; Where is home? Smoke and wave separation. Who told him that, past lives? Butterflies don't fly thousands of miles, and the rule is broken night. It's rare to hear the sound of persuading people to return to their pillows.

Two Poems by Li Si

Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty

Author: Zhang Kejiu

Original text:

Night cry, willow branches and green help. Embroidered shoes have the smell of raspberry moss dew. Scratch your head to find the kitchen. The lamp is still thin and lonely, and the flowers fall for a year, and the spring goes to the festival. There is no book after a wild goose.

Full moon shami, ten years to pay pipa. Acacia is lazy to look at the screen painting, and people are in the end of the world. Spring bean curd, love to send Yuanyang handkerchief, fragrant Leng Cha rack. The old platform is dead, and the screen window is like a dream.

Yujiaao

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Ouyang Xiu

Original text:

March Green will be delivered tomorrow, and Qingchuan will come back late, but the situation is that he is far away for an outing. Still tireless. Don't wander into the yard on the swing. It's worth peony blooming everywhere. The powder was scattered on the shelf. The statue under the flower will help. Increase attachment. The east wind comes home late, stumbling relentlessly.

5. Poetry about tea.

Tea (scientific name: Rosa rubus H.L é v.&; Vaniot), also known as quince and raspberry rose. Deciduous or semi-evergreen trailing shrubs. Branchlets are hooked. Pinnately compound leaves, 5-7 leaflets, ovoid or obovate, abaxially pilose, stipules attached to petiole, entire. Umbrella. These flowers are white and fragrant. Fruit subglobose, crimson. The flowering period is April-May, and the fruit maturity is 9-65438+1October. Tea buds are dense, flowers are fragrant, and autumn fruits turn red. It should be used as a hedge or planted on the edge of grass alone. Fruit can be eaten raw or processed into wine. The root contains tannin, and tannin extract can be extracted. Flowers are a good source of honey and can also be used to extract essential oils. It grows in areas from 250 meters to 2200 meters above sea level, and is often found in shrubs, grasses, miscellaneous forests, stream sides, hillside roadsides, shady places and forest margins. Drought tolerance, fear of waterlogging. Produced in China, south slope of Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi and Hubei, Sichuan, Guizhou, Yunnan and other provinces. Tea is the last blooming flower in summer. When it is open, it means the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. "Tea does not compete for spring, and loneliness opens at the latest." There is a saying in A Dream of Red Mansions: It's time to spend-after this, spring will be gone.

Poetry and its source:

Pink lips (rhyme fragrant tea)

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Wang

Original text:

The duvet hangs down, and Yu Ying is full of spring. The rhyme is fragrant and clear. Bake the courtyard on a warm day.

Showing off Qiongzhi, my face is dizzy. I hate it. The ancients did not see it. Who is the public opinion with flowers?

Manjianghong ignition cherry

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Xin Qiji

Original text:

Light a cherry and shine on it, and it will be like snow. Spring is just right, and I see Longyang all dressed up, and the purple moss is pale. The milk swallow leads the young to fly weak, and the warbler calls friends to fear. Begging for spring return, refusing to bring back sorrow, the intestines are knotted.

Looking at the building, the spring mountains are green; Where is home? Smoke and wave separation. Who told him that, past lives? Butterflies don't fly thousands of miles, and the rule is broken night. It's rare to hear the sound of persuading people to return to their pillows.

Two Poems by Li Si

Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty

Author: Zhang Kejiu

Original text:

Night cry, willow branches and green help. Embroidered shoes have the smell of raspberry moss dew. Scratch your head to find the kitchen. The lamp is still thin and lonely, and the flowers fall for a year, and the spring goes to the festival. There is no book after a wild goose.

Full moon shami, ten years to pay pipa. Acacia is lazy to look at the screen painting, and people are in the end of the world. Spring bean curd, love to send Yuanyang handkerchief, fragrant Leng Cha rack. The old platform is dead, and the screen window is like a dream.

Yujiaao

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Ouyang Xiu

Original text:

March Green will be delivered tomorrow, and Qingchuan will come back late, but the situation is that he is far away for an outing. Still tireless. Don't wander into the yard on the swing. It's worth peony blooming everywhere. The powder was scattered on the shelf. The statue under the flower will help. Increase attachment. The east wind comes home late, stumbling relentlessly.

6. "The last thing to open is tea", a poem about tea.

Drinking tea poems.

Wang Qi's "Spring Festival Evening Garden" in Song Dynasty

First remove the residual makeup of plum powder and coat it with new red begonia.

It's time for Camellia, and a little thorn grows on the berry wall.

Song Zheng Hui's The Wall between Mansions

Tea dreams are afraid of the cold spring, and green covers the door and swallows are idle.

Knock down the Hosta, the red candle is cold, and the plan is to talk about Changshan.

Tea songs of Hua in Yuan Dynasty

Tea is full of spring rain cream, and exquisite feathers are carved in Yingqiong Yao.

Soap robe in peony pavilion

Tobacco outside tea, drunk and soft. Although peony is good, how can he dominate in spring?

A Dream in Red Mansions

Singing cardamom is still beautiful, and sleeping and dreaming are sweet.

Su Zhe's Two Poems of Tea Fu

In Shu, tea is like a product, and the mountains are silent.

Lu You's Tea Watching in Dongyang

Fuzhou put a cup in the first month, and saw the cup pressed open.

Wu zhichun, cold flowers see the evening, and the north returns all the way to collect incense.

7. What are the poems about depression?

1. "Song Shangshu Shanju Second Rhyme Fifteen Jinsha Tea Ceremony"

Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Fang Yue

Dew and sunshine wash makeup well, but soft strips are weak.

Ah Huan is indifferent to Gillian, and a romantic wind blows on her face.

2. "Injured grass"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Tao Yong

Grass, like a guest, dies first every year.

There is no reason to accompany the flowers, just because of the wind for the time being.

3. "Fu didn't see the gentleman's worries and rejoiced, and the eight rhymes were sent to Li Zai."

Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Huang Tingjian

In difficult times, these departments are different counties.

A thousand miles of bright moon is like wearing the face of an old friend.

Clouds cover the high autumn, that's what you want.

The fog is heavy and the leopard is written, the water is clear and the fish sees itself.

4. Weeds

Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Hu Hong

The rain is urgent and wonderful, and the essence of each other is hidden. Everything has its own gods.

The grass shows the machine Kun as the complex, and the wild dragon fights the maze.

5. "Jiuquanzi Xieque Tea"

Dynasty: Qing Dynasty | Author: Nalan Xingde

Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water.

The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early.

The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns.

The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.

8. Poetry related to "tea"

Drinking tea poems.

Yuan Hua Una's "Tea Song" "Tea is full of spring rain cream, and exquisite feathers are carved into Yingqiong Yao."

Wang, a poet in Song Dynasty, "blushes a little". "Yunxiang Tea" "Feathers hang down, and Yuying is full of spring."

Su Shi's "Du Yi's Visit to Wuchang to See the Flower Salary", "The Youth Tuanzi went to jade bone, and the feathers covered the beads."

Interpretation of Weng's "Dongyang Guancha" "Fuzhou left a cup in the first month, and saw that the tea was pressed open. Wu dichun saw the cold flowers in the evening, and went north to collect incense all the way. "

In Su Zhe's Ode to Two Rhymes of Tea, "The tea in Shu is full of life, and the mountains in spring are silent", "The flowers bloom in the spring dusk, and the swallows sit on the rope bed and sigh"

Zhu "The flower god does not allow the spring to return, and the fairy temple is fragrant." (chanting tea).

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Tea Poetry