Four words praise wisteria.

Poetry about wisteria 1. What are the ancient poems about wisteria?

1, Du Weishan Pavilion by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.

Wisteria twines with ivy, and green thorns twine with roses. Fishing to see the fish jump, exploring the nest is afraid of birds flying. It's too late for the leaves to drain, and the branches and fruits are new and fat. Victory is infinite, and you should only take the moon home.

2. Li Bai's Wisteria Tree in Tang Dynasty

Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are suitable for spring. Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States.

3. Juyuan Yang in the Tang Dynasty "Watching Flowers in the West Temple with Du Zhongcheng"

A piece of brocade reflects the light and attracts lust according to the eyes. Knowing the mysterious charm and self-sufficiency, she will still get drunk. The good wind gently inhaled cigarettes, and the nectar powder was bright. Pity the warbler in the deep, and be invaded by butterflies first when you are lazy. There should be no way to get close to the truth, and it is impossible to pay for it. Greeting the sun is like braising in soy sauce, and the water is suspicious of reflecting rosy clouds. You have pity on osmanthus in the evening boat and know wisteria in the spring. Every time the flowers are lonely, Du Zhongcheng is the only one in Shandong.

4. Wisteria by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

The vine flowers are purple velvet, and the vine Julia helps. Who says good colors do more harm than good? Down like a snake, up like a rope. The poor tree in the middle was tied into a dead plant. Gentle vines have no victory, hanging empty. I'm afraid a thousand hands are not as good as a thousand hands. Soft first, then harm, and some are like swearing. With your strength, your fans will not punish you. Another example is a temptress, who is prepared for her husband. The room of the bad guys, the husband and the confusion can't be removed. It is prudent to send messages to the country and family from the beginning. It is difficult to find out if it is not distinguished early. I would like to take rattan as a warning and remember it in the corner.

5. Bai Juyi wrote "March 30th" in Tang Dynasty.

Today's kindness is exhausted, and Peiri will lean on the temple gate. I can't stay in the melancholy spring, and the wisteria is getting dusk.

6. Li Deyu's Twenty Poems on Spring, Wisteria on the Pool in the Tang Dynasty.

Spring in my hometown is coming to an end, but it is hard to smell at the age of one. The rock tree is green. I can love it every day. Youxi people didn't go, so the grass line should be blocked. Memories of wisteria hanging in the distance, countless English photos Tan Dai.

7. In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi presented last week's judge under Chen Jiateng.

The vines are flawless, and thousands of flowers bloom for a while. It's not CHO. Who's calling me?

8. In the Tang Dynasty, Cen Can passed Huayue Temple and visited Fahuayun Palace.

Talking about taking off the saddle in the temple, I met the monk Fahua. Open the door to Xiyue, with green ridge layer of stone wall. Bamboo diameter thick moss, loose door wisteria. Ancient paintings are listed in the promenade, and solitary lights are hung in the high hall. It is hot in Shan Yu in May, and all three peaks are steaming. When I heard people talking about firewood, ice was still piling up in the deep valley. I have been looking for this mountain for a long time, but I have never found it. Wang Cheng was exiled to the East, still suffering. If you want to love two trees, why not get out of poverty? The moon spits mountain fruit and the night sky is clear.

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Ancient poetry network. Ancient Poetry Network [citation time 2018-1-15]

2. Ancient poems about wisteria flowers

Yutai hates wisteria trees. Yellow birds are blooming green branches. When I think of you, I sigh. My bitter tears should be shed. Du's wisteria, the pavilion of Du Wei Mountain, is wrapped in ivy, and the green thorn is on the rose. I went fishing to watch fish jump into the nest for fear of birds flying. The leaves are late, and the branches and fruits are new. The scenery is infinite, and I should only return with the moon. I'll send you a bachelor's degree in Jixian, with a sacred system. The way of rites and music is more than grand. Huaying entered the Yun Ge Pavilion, and the heron climbed up the tourist door. There are more feasts than sacred places. In summer, the leaves open red medicine, and the remaining flowers make wisteria. I am also lucky to have made friends here. Wisteria tree, Li Bai, wisteria, hanging cloud tree, flowers are blooming in Yichun. Dense-leaved songbirds, fragrant and beautiful. I went through Huayue Temple to visit Cen Can, the Cloud Palace in Fahua. There are wisteria in Songmen. Ancient paintings are listed in the promenade, and solitary lights are hung in the high hall. In May, it was hot in Shan Yu, and three peaks were steamed by fire clouds. I heard people talking about firewood, and there was ice in the deep valley. I have been trying to find this mountain for a long time, but I have not succeeded so far. The official suddenly went to the East, and Wang Cheng was still suffering. If you want to love two trees, why don't you take a lift from the poor? The moon spits mango, and the night is bright. The color is still drunk. The good wind gently sucked the cigarette in, and the nectar was bright and condensed into powder. In the depths, songbirds are the most pitiful. When they are lazy, they are first violated by butterflies. There is no way to keep the truth, and it is impossible to pay for an empty door. The sun is like red sauce, and the stream is suspicious of rosy clouds. You have pity for the late osmanthus, and you can know the wisteria in full bloom. Every flower branch is lonely, and Du Zhong is the only lonely flower branch in Shandong, but its harm is self-evident. The lower part is like a snake, and the upper part is like a rope. The poor middle tree was tied into a dead plant. The gentle vine does not give up on itself, and it is curled up empty. I don't know that the winding of a tree is not as strong as the strength of a thousand hands. It's like a slap in the face. With your strength, your fans refuse to be punished. Like a witch, take precautions. It's hard to believe the vines. I would like to take the vines as a warning and write them down in the corner. Qin Zhongyin No.10 Wounded Hospital (No.1 Wounded House), Bai Juyi's family started first, just beside Zhumen Avenue. There are rows of rich houses, surrounded by high walls. There are six or seven halls, building to building. A hall costs millions, and the smoke is blue. The bridal chamber is warm and clear, and it is not dry in cold and heat. The high hall is empty and round. Pick flowers and move peonies. The master has been an official for ten years. There is rotten meat in the kitchen and rotten money in the treasury. Who can tell me about flesh and blood? Those people who are infinitely cheap can't stand hunger and cold. How to serve the whole body? I want to keep it for a thousand years. I didn't see the horse's house, but now I am a sincere garden. On March 30, I asked Giangji Bai Juyi for his kindness. Spring has passed, and Peiri will return to the temple. Wisteria is disappearing in the twilight. I sang twenty poems about spring and spring. On the pond, the wisteria in Li Deyu's hometown is getting stronger and stronger, and it is hard to smell at the age of one. Rock trees are so lush that I can't love them at home. The people in Youxi haven't left yet, so the grass line should be blocked. I remember the wisteria hanging in the distance, and the flowers in Tandai are blooming. The wisteria in "Xu Hun" lingers a few times, just in the thatched cottage. In autumn, I send tall trees, and in the dark, I cage the mountains during the day. Climb when you are sleepy. It's hard to find the old road when the breeze rises at dusk. Wisteria Xu Hun has dark purple sleeves with low green vines, so guests come to sit in the small hall. No one will meet you when you are drunk, and your home is near Huaxi in the south of the Yangtze River. Chen Jia's wisteria flowers were presented to Zhou Judge Bai Juyi, and ten thousand flowers bloomed for a while. If Zhou is not engaged, who will call me? Hu Die-the whole Song Dynasty-let wisteria blossom around the mountain. Ye Sheng Temple Moon Pavilion-Quan Song Dynasty-Huang Tingjian's bitter rain has been solved, and all the peaks have come to present gifts. No white-headed Zen, leaning on wisteria vines. I will send the old wisteria and longevity vines from the Temple of Heaven-Quan Song Dynasty-Huang Tingjian's royal residence to help my relatives and friends have a public holiday. I will go to the Temple of Heaven, hoping to help them. Wisteria incense sticks to bamboo root stoves. Since the kitchen passed Taoshan, the first rain saw the sunset and the water flowed into the pond. Silkworm farmers are forbidden to close their doors, and tea merchants are busy being officials. The drunken hat stopped at the edge of the green tree village, and the wisteria frame leaned against the bed. Because of the dust left by Xiao, a day on earth is long. I sent a short message to Xie Quanmei, remembering the mid-spring moon and crossing the pavilion in the rain. speak Zhang Yi and his gang suddenly entered the valley of Sichuan, which was not a lifetime experience. Bamboo with red calyx and wisteria with thousands of feet. The spring pool burst its banks and the wild old stars rose. The blessings come together, and the words are still in my ears. When I first heard about Dansha Cen, I knew the Five Shapes. Looking at the traces of Yu Tang, I am eager to believe in the appearance and spirit of the temple. I was invited to visit. Wu Jin was drunk for a while. He was not in Bie Yun during the day, and the moon rose to the nearest corner. The servant was tired and kept urging. My horse suddenly fell, and your heart is as good as an owl. After driving again, the candlelight flashed. Since then, I have never rebelled, nor have I been moved by my heart. I have acted like water in a hurry. Nowadays, the flowers are empty and the wisteria is high. Waste pool gravel fans grass, Xiao case smoke holds ink robe. The mountain is close to Xiangchi, and there are many chances of winning. Cao Liu is nowhere to be found in poetry. Huashan-Quan Song-Xia-Song three peaks lean against the clouds, and the top tobacco condenses. Eight waters were randomly divided into the Qin empire, and the four customs were empty to lock the Han tomb. Fairy sheep didn't sleep, and Arnebia euchroma was first released in Marseille.

3. Poems about wisteria

On May, 2003 1 1, Yuanfeng was in Gui You. Who was sleepwalking at night? There is a small ancient garden well in Ximen, Tang Kai. All the wells are Cang Shi. Wisteria grows on a stone like a dragon snake, and its branches and leaves are like red arrows.

Master said, this stone is also.

I ate one at a time, and everyone was surprised and laughed. It tastes as sweet as chicken, so I will write this poem tomorrow.

The empty hall is clear and the moon is new, and the rest sleep peacefully.

Obviously, this is neither a dream nor a sleep. At night, someone called Qi Kongbin.

What's the point of getting dressed? Zhu Lanbi opened Qionghu Lake.

Suddenly, I was surprised to find dragons and snakes piled on the stone, and countless purple bamboo shoots.

I broke the green coral and tasted like honey lotus root and chicken su.

The hosts took care of each other and applauded. All the guests were Land Rover.

I also know that the abode of fairies and immortals is contemptuous, and I finally won Ji Kang's admiration for Wang Lie.

The sacred mountain is 500 years old, and the wind blows the stone marrow as hard as iron.

Wisteria grows on the stone like a dragon snake, and its branches and leaves are like red arrows.

4. Poems about wisteria

Jade conflict era: Southern Dynasties Qi Author: wisteria blows the trees to blossom, yellow birds open green branches.

When I think of you, I sigh, and my bitter tears will be said. "Mountain Pavilion" Time: Tang Author: Du Ziteng twined with ivy, green thorns rose.

Fishing to see the fish jump, exploring the nest is afraid of birds flying. It's too late for the leaves to drain, and the branches and fruits are new and fat.

Victory is infinite, and you should only take the moon home. Wisteria Tree Year: Tang Author: Li Bai Wisteria hangs clouds, flowers and vines are suitable for spring.

Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States. Twenty Spring Festival Evening Miscellaneous Poems: Wisteria on the Pond Author: Tang Author: Li Deyu's hometown, spring is over, it is hard to be beautiful at the age of one.

The rock tree is green. I can love it every day. Youxi people didn't go, so the grass line should be blocked.

Memories of wisteria hanging in the distance, countless English photos Tan Dai. "Title Xinghua Tuo" Time: Song Author: Being a gentleman is not like jade, but it has been buried for ten years.

A good omen was a dream in the past, but a son can pass it on today. Wisteria is warm and suitable for life, and cypress wants to reach the sky.

You should know that the source of virtue is endless, and a pool of clear water makes a deep spring.

5. Praise the ancient poems of wisteria.

Yutai hates Yu Yan wisteria brush flower tree.

The yellow bird is green. Sijun sighed.

Bitter tears should be said. The wisteria in Dan Tai Mountain Pavilion is twined with ivy, and the green thorns are twined with roses.

Fishing to see the fish jump, exploring the nest is afraid of birds flying. It's too late for the leaves to drain, and the branches and fruits are new and fat.

Victory is infinite, and you should only take the moon home. The system of offering sacrifices to the saints said that the bachelor of Jixian gave a banquet (fu zi). Song Xiaodi said, Jane can be talented, and Jing Xian is in her thigh.

When the ceremony of the article changes, the ceremony and music become more extensive. Yun Ge Huaying entered and Binmen Gui Lu rose.

The feast of grace is beyond expectation, and the holy grace is beyond constancy. Summer leaves are red medicine, and the rest are wisteria.

I am lucky, too. I don't want to be friends here. Wisteria tree Li Bai Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are blooming in Yichun.

Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States. After passing Hua Yue Temple, I visited Fahua Yungong Cen Can Wild Temple, talked about saddle relief, and occasionally met Fahua monks.

Open the door to Xiyue, with green ridge layer of stone wall. Bamboo diameter thick moss, loose door wisteria.

Ancient paintings are listed in the promenade, and solitary lights are hung in the high hall. It is hot in Shan Yu in May, and all three peaks are steaming.

When I heard people talking about firewood, ice was still piling up in the deep valley. I have been looking for this mountain for a long time, but I have never found it.

Wang Cheng was exiled to the East, still suffering. If you want to love two trees, why not get out of poverty?

The moon spits mountain fruit and the night sky is clear. And Du Zhongcheng West Temple to see flowers, Juyuan Yang, Wandenglin, according to the eyes of lust.

Knowing the mysterious charm and self-sufficiency, she will still get drunk. The good wind gently inhaled cigarettes, and the nectar powder was bright.

Pity the warbler in the deep, and be invaded by butterflies first when you are lazy. There should be no way to get close to the truth, and it is impossible to pay for it.

Greeting the sun is like braising in soy sauce, and the water is suspicious of reflecting rosy clouds. You have pity on osmanthus in the evening boat and know wisteria in the spring.

Every time the flowers are lonely, Du Zhongcheng is the only one in Shandong. Wisteria Bai Juyi, rattan flowers are purple and velvet, and rattan Julia helps.

Who says good colors do more harm than good? Down like a snake, up like a rope.

The poor tree in the middle was tied into a dead plant. Gentle vines have no victory, hanging empty.

I'm afraid a thousand hands are not as good as a thousand hands. Soft first, then harm, and some are like swearing.

With your strength, your fans will not punish you. Another example is a temptress, who is prepared for her husband.

The room of the bad guys, the husband and the confusion can't be removed. It is prudent to send messages to the country and family from the beginning.

It is difficult to find out if it is not distinguished early. I would like to take rattan as a warning and remember it in the corner.

6. wisteria poems in The Book of Songs

Yutai hates Yu Yan wisteria brush flower tree.

The yellow bird is green. Sijun sighed.

Bitter tears should be said. The wisteria in Dan Tai Mountain Pavilion is twined with ivy, and the green thorns are twined with roses.

Fishing to see the fish jump, exploring the nest is afraid of birds flying. It's too late for the leaves to drain, and the branches and fruits are new and fat.

Victory is infinite, and you should only take the moon home. The system of offering sacrifices to the saints said that the bachelor of Jixian gave a banquet (fu zi). Song Xiaodi said, Jane can be talented, and Jing Xian is in her thigh.

When the ceremony of the article changes, the ceremony and music become more extensive. Yun Ge Huaying entered and Binmen Gui Lu rose.

The feast of grace is beyond expectation, and the holy grace is beyond constancy. Summer leaves are red medicine, and the rest are wisteria.

I am lucky, too. I don't want to be friends here. Wisteria tree Li Bai Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are blooming in Yichun.

Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States. After passing Hua Yue Temple, I visited Fahua Yungong Cen Can Wild Temple, talked about saddle relief, and occasionally met Fahua monks.

Open the door to Xiyue, with green ridge layer of stone wall. Bamboo diameter thick moss, loose door wisteria.

Ancient paintings are listed in the promenade, and solitary lights are hung in the high hall. It is hot in Shan Yu in May, and all three peaks are steaming.

When I heard people talking about firewood, ice was still piling up in the deep valley. I have been looking for this mountain for a long time, but I have never found it.

Wang Cheng was exiled to the East, still suffering. If you want to love two trees, why not get out of poverty?

The moon spits mountain fruit and the night sky is clear. And Du Zhongcheng West Temple to see flowers, Juyuan Yang, Wandenglin, according to the eyes of lust.

Knowing the mysterious charm and self-sufficiency, she will still get drunk. The good wind gently inhaled cigarettes, and the nectar powder was bright.

Pity the warbler in the deep, and be invaded by butterflies first when you are lazy. There should be no way to get close to the truth, and it is impossible to pay for it.

Greeting the sun is like braising in soy sauce, and the water is suspicious of reflecting rosy clouds. You have pity on osmanthus in the evening boat and know wisteria in the spring.

Every time the flowers are lonely, Du Zhongcheng is the only one in Shandong. Wisteria Bai Juyi, rattan flowers are purple and velvet, and rattan Julia helps.

Who says good colors do more harm than good? Down like a snake, up like a rope.

The poor tree in the middle was tied into a dead plant. Gentle vines have no victory, hanging empty.

I'm afraid a thousand hands are not as good as a thousand hands. Soft first, then harm, and some are like swearing.

With your strength, your fans will not punish you. Another example is a temptress, who is prepared for her husband.

The room of the bad guys, the husband and the confusion can't be removed. It is prudent to send messages to the country and family from the beginning.

It is difficult to find out if it is not distinguished early. I would like to take rattan as a warning and remember it in the corner.

Bai Juyi's home in Qin Zhongyin No.10 Wounded Hospital (No.1 Wounded House) started in Jiadi, next to Zhumen Avenue. There are rows of houses, and there are loops outside the high walls.

There are six or seven halls, building to building. A class costs millions, which is terrible.

The bridal chamber is warm and bright, but it can't be dry in cold and summer. Gaotang is empty. You can see Nanshan when you sit down and lie down.

There are wisteria stands around the veranda, and red medicine columns are built. Climb branches to pick cherries and move flowers to pick peonies.

Master has been an official for ten years. There is rotten meat in the kitchen and money in the treasury.

Who can speak my language and ask between your flesh and blood? Those people who are infinitely cheap can't stand hunger and cold.

How to serve as one and protect the Millennium. I can't see the horse's house, so I am Fengcheng Garden.

On March 30, Bai Juyi came to show her kindness in the spring, and Pei returned to the temple every day. I can't stay in the melancholy spring, and the wisteria is getting dusk.

Twenty miscellaneous poems in the evening of spring, wisteria on the pond, spring in Li Deyu's hometown, are hard to smell at the age of one. The rock tree is green. I can love it every day.

Youxi people didn't go, so the grass line should be blocked. Memories of wisteria hanging in the distance, countless English photos Tan Dai.

Wisteria Xu Hun green radish circled several times, which was in the thatched cottage. Send high trees in autumn and hide mountains in the daytime.

Grow flowers in different places. Climb when you are sleepy. It's hard to find the old road when the breeze rises at dusk.

Wisteria Xu Hun, the dark purple sleeves of the green vine are low, and guests come to the small hall to stay in the west. No one answered when he was drunk, and his home was near Huaxi in Jiangnan.

Dedicated the wisteria to Judge Zhou Bai Juyi, and opened 10,000 at a time. It's not CHO. Who's calling me?

Hu Die-the whole Song Dynasty-Dai Chunshan was homesick everywhere, and the village of Danri was crowded with alcohol and tobacco. Hu Die didn't know what to do, so he planted wisteria around the mountain.

Ye Sheng Temple Moon Pavilion-the whole Song Dynasty-Huang Tingjian's bitter rain has been lifted, and all the peaks have come to present gifts. No white-headed Zen, leaning on wisteria sticks.

Send the old wisteria-Quan Song-Huang Tingjian Palace Thousand Frosts with the longevity stick of the Temple of Heaven to help relatives and friends rest in peace. I want to go to the Temple of Heaven to help myself.

Qiu Si-Song Dynasty-Lu You wrote an old cursive poem and six new Taihua pictures. Occupy everything in the world, wisteria fragrant bamboo root stove.

From the kitchen to Taoshan, the song and the land tour, the first rain sees the sunset, and the water flows into the pond. Silkworm households avoid closing the door, and tea households are busy being officials.

The drunken hat stops at the edge of the green tree village, and the bottom of the wisteria frame leans against the Hu bed. Because of the dust scattered by Xiao, the touching days are long.

Message to thank the world-the whole Song Dynasty-Mei Yaochen remembers Zhong Chunyue, crossing the pavilion in the rain. Talk about mountain wine, solo night light.

In the Ming dynasty, there were a group of Zhang people on the road. Suddenly entering the Sichuan valley to perform, it is not a lifetime experience.

Red calyx between bamboos, wisteria hanging thousands of feet. Spring pool water is decisive, wild old hair stars.

The words of bliss are still in my ears. When I first heard about Dansha Cen, I knew the five shapes.

Looking at the traces of Yutang, vying for the appearance of the temple. Invite me to meet you, you'll never know.

Dark clothes are wet, and sometimes the grass smells good. The building is extremely open and the wine is in the pavilion.

Bamboo cup every cloud has a silver lining, Wu Jin drunk. A day's journey away from the clouds, the moon rises to the nearest mountain.

The servant never tires, and the spur never hangs. My horse suddenly fell, and your heart is with you.

There's no harm in driving again, the candle has been turned off. Since this period, I have never missed it.

In a hurry, I am like a horizontal plane. I feel safe and intoxicated when I come to every side today.

The bow of the waves in the spring dusk-the whole song dynasty-Shi Yongxin's deep valley is close to the sky, and the spring is full of dreams. Songs don't come to the fragrance room to buy, and the flowers are empty and the wisteria is high.

The waste pool is full of rubble and grass, and the case is covered with ink robes. It is best to be near the mountain and listen to the sound of the pool. On poetry, there is nowhere to find Cao Liu.

Huashan-the whole song dynasty-Xiasong and Sencui peaks, leaning against the clouds, condensing smoke on the top floor. Eight waters were randomly divided into the Qin empire, and the four customs were empty to lock the Han imperial tomb.

Fairy sheep don't sleep in spring grass, and Marseille puts wisteria first. Unfortunately, there is no proud official in the holy court, and it is a monk on a romantic night.

7. Poems about vines

Ji Xiang Temple Pavilion in Fucheng County The Du Fu Temple is deep by the river, and the pavilion on the mountainside adds sorrow.

The wind covers the wall, the lonely clouds are thin, and the maple trees are thick on the back. The cloister in the yard is silent in spring, and herons bathe in the night.

The heavens are closed outside the vine, and darkness should be on it. The second of the eight prosperous autumn songs, Du Fu Kuifu isolated city, the setting sun is oblique, every time depending on the south, fighting Wangjing flowers.

Listen to the ape shed three tears and check with you in August. Draw an incense burner and lean on a pillow, and the mountain floor hides sorrow.

Look at the vines on the stone, which have reflected the flowers in front of the continent. Visiting Tianzhu Temple Cui Hao climbed Tianzhu Mountain in the morning, and it was dawn in Tianzhu Temple.

Spring is blooming, and the mouth of the river is lingering. Go straight to the solitary peak, and the peaks are small.

In1February in Zhou Nan, the ground is warm and there is almost no ice and snow. Green is full of cold mountains, and vines cover winter marshes.

On the waterfall side of the flower niche, there is a stone forest with stone walls and blue tiles. Ring the bell to gather people, and give food to gather apes and birds.

Wash the mind, return to purity, and the heart is empty. When you first know the world, everything will be disturbed.

I replied to Meng Haoran's new system with Zhang Mingfu's Bixi, and there were many harmonious people. I still look at Bixi's answer, but I don't envy the green pearl song.

Have your own balcony girl, get up in the morning to pick up jade. The ballroom is beautifully paved and the makeup is enclosed with vines.

Full of leisure days, bright spring. Elves can accompany you, Ling Bo.

Don't go to the island to find flowers, return to the pool to fold the lotus. More pity for the setting sun, red powder and bright green.

Li Bai and Bai He, the son of the Senate, flew to heaven, and Nanjing visited Gao Shi. Five clouds are in the fairy mountain, and the fruit is rare.

Leave home, get dirty, and hide in front of your house. The son of heaven is divided into jade and silk, and the officials answer.

As soon as the ink is spilled, there are wonderful works to explore. On the poor heaven, thousands of spring secret forest pavilion.

Yi Long was not bound by the government and returned his clothes to the forest. I also went to Jinma, and the vines enjoyed it.

Where is acacia? The laurel is at its peak. In March, Qushui Banquet won the official death of Yanzi Wang Bo Pengze, and Heyang Fu began to spread.

Pastoral home, poetry and wine long banquet. The column room peeks at the Dan cave, and the building overlooks the purple smoke.

Go back to Jingen Ferry and wander in the suburbs. The phoenix piano turns to the guest, and the dragon dragon swims among the immortals.

Turquoise is ancient, and vines don't remember the years. Dense trees with double eaves once again hold dangerous springs.

Kang Nanling, take the sand year Beichuan. Before Panxi people went fishing, Yan Fu came to build a place.

The sunset is really interesting and the dream is cool.

8. Poetry related to wisteria

Throw a hairpin and sing it to Yin Qing: Wisteria.

Wang Shizhen

Dream is a forest of its own.

Cut clouds and compose music.

Bananas in the south will be more beautiful than pines and cypresses in the west. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Modern, graceful and restrained, flowers burn in the dusk.

Isn't half the president of Zi Xue white?

Life is like flowers in four seasons.

Every season will produce wonderful flowers.

If you are a snowflake in winter

I am a tall and straight branch.

May you land gently on my branch.

Form a more spectacular and beautiful picture.

I don't know which one you want

A songbird with dense leaves.

Wisteria tree

Lipper

Wisteria hangs in the clouds, flowers are suitable for spring, and they are delicious. In ancient times, there were wisteria flowers/,and the lingering smoke of cutting rain turned deeper; Wen Kexin

The branches and vines of wisteria

Twisted between my dreams

I looked at the precipitated purple.

That little bud

Is my cradle.

My touch swayed among the flowers.

Is it a pity?

As beautiful as it used to be.

Everything that needs to go is gone.

Those who shouldn't have left have left.

at present

I'm the only one

I left with a dream.

Just disappear.

Those vines

Is my only thought.

Purple petals

Green branches and vines

I heard.

The flower fairy calls at night

And the sound of the piano

When I realized it,

She died, as if into thin air had died.

There is one left.

Purple flower

Life de house

Maybe she can really kick me out.

Dream of going to see flowers

I just can't bear to leave her.

Just like I can't bear to make the world I love suffer.

Purple is like spirituality, right?

I cann't believe I cried

I smiled and gently wiped away her tears.

Inadvertently looking at the sky.

sky

Just dawn

Chinese wistaria

Wisteria is as beautiful as a waterfall.

How like the soft hair of your shawl.

Every time I kiss the flowers.

I always want to express my inner feelings.

I like your gorgeous colors.

Love you more, generous and elegant.

I will cherish every petal.

Take it around the world.

It is said that fate often goes wrong between yin and yang.

Wrong is wrong.