The classical poem praising orchids is an empty valley and a secluded orchid.

The most classic poem describing orchids

1. There are paths in the mountains and Litaoyuan outside the city. I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing. Spring Village Tang

Second, at the top of Qian Shan, the rock crevices are deep, wonderful and fragrant. It's not that the clouds are rolling under our feet, but that orchids don't want to ignore them, and they don't know when they will come or when they will leave. Thank you for painting orchids

Third, eternal seclusion is this flower, not asking Wen Da for smoke. Pick firewood or fear the road, but also take a mountain to build. "Shanlan" Zheng Qing Banqiao

Four, the orchid flower, the empty mountain, the beauty's love is invisible, written in the bright window. You blue flower, He Feifei, the world has been praised by Pei Zi. I want to regard it as Pei Wei, and I am independent of others. Your orchid, for whom, blooms, dew and cold wind smell old. Orchid Liu Ming Bowen

5.' dive into the grass, clear fragrance and disperse Chu Fengyang'. Luoyang Kong increased the price, and he died in shame. The third of the three orchids is the same rhyme as Zhao Jixing.

Sixth, when I stopped picking orchids for my new makeup, I suddenly saw a man who was bent on spitting. Cherish god's scissors and turn your eyebrows. Clear money, four poems of Tongxin Lan.

Seven, he envies Nanzi, who is pink. The flowers are blooming and the scenery is green. Married poet Pei repeatedly, sometimes floating Zheng Guoxiang. Why do you need to change nine dollars? Ten steps of incense. "Lan" Wei Song Dynasty

Eight, for many years, the empty valley is half frost, and the fragrance is scattered. I'm afraid the woodsman will lose the orchid and the beauty will be collected in the salary. Chu Wang Yu Lan Hua Mingji Chen Ru

Nine, far from the village bridge, when it rains in late spring. Doris didn't open her eyes, Prophet Hua Hudie. The grass seals the idle path, and the forest is sparse. If you don't come to hoe for a long time, you will hate coming back late when you are old. Interpretation of Zhao Wen in Song Dynasty in Youlan

Ten, the bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning. Loyalty is still self-embracing, why fight for the public? Lan Qing Zheng Xie.

Eleven, Shi Yan was not born on a stone, the famous orchids are orchids and so on. Healing is the calligraphy of Emperor Yan He, and I am interested in learning from Chen Chu. "Shi Lan" Song Mei Yao Chen

Twelve, Chuze Dolan people have never argued, but they are all fragrant. Du Ruo, the kitten, is not excessive, but only takes the beauty of incense and clothes. "Lan" Yao Chen

Thirteen or nine varieties are excellent, and it is best to help the beauty head. As soon as I came out of my master's porch, I was ashamed of Wu Fanpai. Lanhuaqing Qiu Jin

Fourteen, the grass knows better, and the fragrance is only dark. Since there is no gentleman worthy of admiration, it is not the decline of the country. The Millennium comes early and the spring breeze comes late. Why don't you be a grass? Fenfu has everything he wants! Lantang Cuitu

Fifteen, green water should only be white apples, rouge should only read lips. I have never been idle with the laity since I painted Lan Xiang. Chinese ink orchid Wei

16, yanni is about to wet Ningxiang, and Chu Yi is busy. If you dream of going to your boss, teach you new makeup. I hate the opinion of the orchid, and the flowers don't discuss with me. When the nose touches it, it will digest, and it is not fragrant. Li Ming's two orchids for daily use

Seventeen, blue knot spring, the atmosphere covers all the fragrance. Expose the leaves on the doorstep and find the way to fragrance. The calm wind blows chaos, and the autumn rain on the pavilions leads to long. The gods took them off and put them on the lotus skirt. Lantang dance

Eighteen, hand-cultivated two or three plants of Lanrui, warm wind and the next day. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know that the fragrance was in the room, and the butterfly flew when I pushed the window. Yuan Yu Lu Tong in "Singing Orchids"