Poems praising chrysanthemums

The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the cold frost.

You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.

The lotus flower withered, even the lotus leaf holding the rain withered, and only the flower branch that defeated the chrysanthemum stood proudly in the frost. You must remember that the best time of the year is late autumn and early winter, when oranges are golden and green.

2. Huang Chao inscribed chrysanthemum in Tang Dynasty:

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by. ?

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

The autumn wind blows gently, and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

3. Li Qingzhao's "Dolly sings white chrysanthemums" in Song Dynasty:

The small building is cold and the night curtain is low.

Hate rustling, heartless wind and rain, rubbing Qiongji at night.

Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad.

Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels.

Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right.

When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease. ?

Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia.

It seems to be sad, Gao Han is relieved, it seems to be tears and a poem.

There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful.

I don't know how long I will stay from now on.

Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli. ?

Interpretation: In the long night, although the curtains were put down, the small building was still chilly. I hate the relentless wind and rain that ruined the jade and white chrysanthemum at night. Look at that white chrysanthemum, not like Yang Guifei's reddish drunk face, nor like Sun Shouxiu's angry eyebrows. Han Ling stole the incense and Xu Niang's Fu Fen. Their actions can't be compared with Bai Ju's.

Looking closely, the aloof and noble characters of Qu Yuan and Ling Tao are just right for the white pony. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of white chrysanthemum is no less than the elegant tea fragrance. Autumn is coming to an end, and Baiju is getting thinner and thinner, which seems to reveal its infinite attachment to people. You see, it seems to be the concentration of sadness, and it has been freed in Gao Han; Like tears in Wan Fan's poems.

Sometimes it's the bright moon and the breeze, sometimes it's the thick fog and autumn rain. God makes white chrysanthemums look beautiful in an increasingly gaunt way. Although I cherish it, I don't know how long it will last from now on. Alas! If the world knows how to love and appreciate, why should we recall and emphasize Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming's love for chrysanthemums?

4. Qiu Jun's "Singing Chrysanthemum" in Ming Dynasty:

Light red, light white, dark yellow, with clusters of new makeup and fragrance.

Infinite branches are lustful, and poor flowers are not for Chongyang.

There are clusters of yellow chrysanthemums, and there are bursts of fragrance. Before the Double Ninth Festival, Hainan chrysanthemums were so beautiful and fragrant. Its loveliness lies in its disdain for opening in time for people to watch.

5. The Wild Man Chrysanthemum by Zhang Huangyan in Ming Dynasty.

After the war, the autumn wind laughed at things, and the savage gave yellow flowers.

I've seen an old man with iron bones and frost, and I don't send gold heart rain.

I stopped fighting in the autumn wind and smiled at the beautiful scenery around me. People in the country just gave me a bunch of yellow flowers. I think the branches and stems of chrysanthemums are still as hard as iron, although they are weather-beaten. It protects flowers from wind and rain.