Poems praising oranges

Here, south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter.

Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature.

Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers. ..

It's luck, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle.

You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree?

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The Polygonum flowers on the shore are blooming in the wind, and the orange sleeves are fragrant in the wind. I stand by the river and look out, and the river is surging eastward. Lonely sails in the distance, a little white light meets on the water. My eyes followed the swan goose until his figure disappeared in the distance.

Thoughts are like endless rivers, drifting with the boundless Jiang Tao. The red orchid in autumn and the blue waves of the river will definitely make him miss the affectionate Xiaoxiang.

When is the spring when green oranges sprout? If you leave a fragrant pistil as a gift. In the Ming Dynasty, the purple phoenix was in the sky, and twelve cities were covered with five blue clouds.

At the end of the song, people are scattered, and wine is drunk at the beginning. Try your best to wet the Hunan skirt with red tears. On the banks of Jiangxi, from now on, the moon and the breeze will remember you.

Orange pomelo is pregnant with chastity, so I ordered it here.

The dense forest is bright green and has a faint scent of old age.

Different winds limit the clearing, and flying snow stagnates in the hometown.

What's wrong with climbing the bar? Looking north at the bear and the neck.

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

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

The city by the river is as beautiful as the picture, and the mountains are getting late. I climbed the Xie Tiao Building to overlook the clear sky.

Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.

Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new.

300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation.

There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.

There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.

Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year.

I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.

Upstairs, the river was drunk and drunk to bid farewell to the sweet orange pomelo, and the wind and rain in the river brought the boat desolate.

Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.

Round as a pearl and red as a Dan, if you can break it and eat it, you will not disgrace Dongting Mountain.

They are all fresh branches and leaves, and the color still smells like a little bit of smoke.

Not for the golden pill, but for the fruit of Zhou.

It seems that the soul of the sun was broken from the beginning, and it seems that the bone marrow of the star has not been sold before.

Knowing that he is sick or a saint, he sends cold buds to his pillow.

The cat's head is fighting for jade, and the yellowbird has cotton left.

Oranges are still green, and Jiangnan is in October.

Orange blossoms are fragrant on all sides, and the shade is as clean as dust.

You Zhai sits alone in bird vocal music, and she is worried that she can't do it.

Dongting, tender oranges, taro peanuts.

Loutang Jiuhuang Sanjiu wine, this is the soup that the old people drink.

Ran Ran still has a long way to go.

When I am old, my lungs are sick, and late autumn is still extraordinary.

The pool is full of clothes and the forest frost is orange.

The return of the old garden has been destroyed by chrysanthemums.

The earthquake is 36,000 hectares, and the sun and the moon are in waves.

Curling is cold soaked in the cave of forest house, and Fengyi Palace is embedded under the blue wall.

The oranges in the frost forest are ripe and the dinner is red.

Feather fairy yellow crane knows that the Milky Way knows everything.

On the lonely mountain near the West Lake, there is a lonely mountain temple. After listening to Buddhist scriptures at night, I go back to learn from them.

The dew orange is low and the rain is heavy, and the palm leaves are cold.

The water vapor on the lake, the turbulence of microwave and the color of water are seen at the bottom of the Pearl Hall, staggered and reflected in the sunset.

Back to the other side, please look back. Gushan Temple seems like Penglai Palace in the mountains, located in the center of the water.

Beach after beach, there was turbulence on the canoe paddle.

It seldom rains outside Sanqiu Mountain, and Tannan in October is not cold.

Reed flowers on the shore know feathers, and oranges in the wind forest move golden pills.

How to dream of returning home overnight is not afraid of difficulties.

Filial piety to parents, filial piety to parents, respect for brothers, and harmony in the right place at the right time.

Mo Yan's life is often like this, but unfortunately life has geometry.

Wealth is precious in wealth, and a happy family is more valuable.

It's great to let pears and oranges grow, to let sons be filial to their parents and brothers respect their brothers.

The autumn wind is endless, and I look at Jia in the pavilion alone.

Oranges are covered with gold, and reed tips brush the snow on the shore.

The flag of Furong Port is hung high, and fishermen tend to go home.

Draw a picture and collect it, so the old man is drunk.

Do not envy princes, but also seek spring.

Open the porch and face Qingtian, dig swamps and raise red scales.

The orange is ripe with frost, and the plum blossom is fresh.

There are many wonderful sentences about prosperity. Who advocates peace?