Poems about picking fruits

1. 15 poems about fruits

1. Riding on the red dust concubine laughed, no one knew it was lychee.

2. Wandering around the cherry tree alone, wine wakes up the throat and lungs.

3. There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River, which are still green in winter.

4. In May, the forest is full of red bayberries, and I first suspect that one of them is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

5. The West Garden is tender and cool in the evening, and you can pick grapes in full bloom.

6. The Western Queen Mother peach is planted in my house, and it only blooms in three thousand springs.

7. The flowers of Guimiyan are white, and the leaves of pear trees are red.

8. Remember to pinch and hate bananas, and worry about it in detail.

9. The pineapples, oysters and taro are simmering until they are cooked, sitting in Feng Diao talking about Akagi.

10. The pomegranates are still small when they are not opened, and there are four or five mountain flowers that I love.

11. The green poplar smoke is slightly cold outside, and the red apricot branches are full of spring.

12. When I went out to pick spring, I occasionally saw mango flowers in full bloom. The flowers filled the crown of the tree and the branches were covered with luxuriant branches.

13. The mixed oranges and pomeloes are thought to be constrained, and they are listed as Xinyi and Jiaozhen.

14. Smile in the calm years,

Be indifferent to the sour fruits and flowers of life. (Hawthorn)

15. Eat three hundred lychees a day, and you will grow up to be a Fujianese. (lychee) 2. What are the poems about picking fruits in the mountains?

1. "Yihuangjing" by Wei Yingwu in the Tang Dynasty

The elixir comes from the Western Mountains, and its roots are eaten.

Nine steams replace mortal bones, and the scriptures are said to be from the past.

Waiting for the fire to start in the middle of the night, the fragrance fills the Nanxuan.

Living in a fasting house can inspire all the spirits, and medicine can open up wonderful doors.

How can you argue with vulgar people if you have an extraneous attachment to yourself?

The seal will be removed in the final stage, and it will remain with the world forever.

2. "A Presentation to the Bare-Shouldered Monk" by Du Xunhe, Tang Dynasty

The mountain clothes and clogs are stained with berry moss, and his eyes are still open to the world.

Compared with my master living in the world, he is like a stranger sleeping in a rock.

I just heard that the tin stick was leaving Sanchu, and said that it was heading to Wutai.

While drunk, I recite poems and ask about Zen principles, for whom I have to go and for whom I have come.

3. "Acacia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they sprout a few branches.

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

4. "Nanxiangzi·The Road Enters Nanzhong" Five Dynasties·Ouyang Jiong

As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red.

After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans and raising their slender hands under the trees.

5. "Two Poems by Chen Heshu" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

Several rafters are covered with strawberry moss, and one path of the wall is covered with snow.

Wang Ji Nang Yi moved to his new home, and Zang Qi came to be the king from now on.

6. "Ying Chrysanthemum" by Chen Shuda of Tang Dynasty

Purple stalks bloom in the frost, revealing golden hair.

But it’s better to say goodbye than to be prosperous at the end of the harvest.

7. "The Proud Fisherman" by Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty

The pink pistils are indescribable. The skills of gold needle and thread are hard to beat.

Who picks lightly by the faint fragrance. The wind is blowing. The bow of the boat touched and scattered the two owls.

The night rain dyed the sky and water blue. The rising sun lends rouge color.

It is a pity to be disappointed and open to others. Autumn is coming. New lotus has been seen in the plate.

8. "Lotus Picking Song" by Qi Ji in the Tang Dynasty

The girl from Yuexi, the lotus crossing the river. Qi Hanlian, Shuangchanjuan.

Wherever you are swimming, picking and sharing the same boat.

Hao sings and expresses his voice, and clear waves generate ripples.

When I am anchored on an island, there are many mandarin ducks sleeping.

The sleeves are full and the fragrance is passed down from generation to generation.

When I return in the dusk, the leeks produce green smoke.

9. "Sending Lu Hongjian back to the mountains to pick tea" by Huangfu Zeng of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of peaks welcome visitors, and fragrant tea grows in clusters.

Plucking knows the depths, and the haze walks alone.

Youqi Mountain Temple is far away, and the wild rice and rocks are clear.

In the silent night, the lanterns are burning, and the sound of the chime is heard in the longing for lovesickness.

10. "The Proud Fisherman" by Yan Shu, Song Dynasty

The chalk painting is not described. The golden needle and colored thread are hard to beat.

Who picks lightly by the faint fragrance. The wind gradually picked up. The bow of the ship disbanded.

The night rain dyed the sky and water blue. The rising sun lends rouge color.

It is a pity to be disappointed and open to others. Autumn is coming. There are new lotus seeds on the plate. 3. What are the poems describing "picking"

1. Sighing on the chamomile flowers in front of the courtyard (Du Fu)

The chamomile in front of the eaves moves late, and the green pistils cannot be picked during the Double Ninth Festival. Tomorrow I will wake up from depression and drunkenness.

What’s the use of the rotten flowers blooming? There are many fragrant flowers in the wild beside the fence, and I picked them up and brought them up to the middle hall.

The branches and leaves have grown up in the air, and the roots have become entangled in the wind and frost.

2. (Du Fu)

I don’t like to enter the state capital, because I am afraid that people will think I am serious. When he returned to Maoyu, he was not angry at the other side.

People who are old and sick should avoid restraint and should embrace the spirit of mourning. Jiangcun's will is free, and Lin Mu's heart is happy.

Autumn plowing is due to the wet ground, and the mountain rain is close and even. Half of the winter green rice is served, and the beef power comes later.

After cultivating several acres, there are no neighbors behind. Jiaqi and vegetables are not the same, but their names are quite old.

Jingwu is not bitter and cold, but picks up youth. Two white cranes flew over, pecking at celery in the mud at dusk.

The male's left pelvis hangs down, and the injury has exposed the tendons. One step further bleeds, and it is still hard work.

Three steps and six howls, often frustrated and sad. Emperor Luan didn't treat him well, so he complained to Gao Min.

The stick quinoa is leaning over Shazhu, and it is sour and pungent for your nose.

3. Comparing it to old melon and koji causing strange diseases. Don’t dare to get drunk and take a sip.

(Lu You)

Picked from the sparse green vines Busy, koji originates from ancient Huaiyang.

The bright moon is white after being kicked, and the new goose is light yellow.

Autumn in the fermented rice jar is desolate and frightening. A bad night in bed is filled with love and the quiet affairs of Langxi Zhai are newly composed. The first one is an expert who wrote this recipe.

4. Spring chestnuts (Lu You)

The food table is desolate, the spring chestnuts are like snow; they are old and hard today, why are they picked? A mountain old man is eighty years old and has an iron heart to endure poverty. How much money does it cost to support a three-inch tongue? The fragrant japonica rice cooked softly will avoid choking.

One scoop is enough, and you can take a sip in a back alley.

5. The ten rhymes of eating shepherd's purse (Lu You)

If you grow early leeks in the east of the house, your livelihood is like that of Yu Lang; if you grow small fruits in the west of the house, you can play like Cancong Township.

Only given by the shepherd's heaven, the green hills are green, the salt and cheese are precious, and the snow is clear.

There is no limit to harvesting, and there is a secret recipe for cooking. Warm it up by the fire and add the fragrance of the grits in the rice bowl.

It is still too much to be mixed with bamboo shoots and ferns, but it is more likely to be dirty.

Cook rice and cakes to get the radiance of this life.

I am so greedy that it is easy to satisfy my hunger. I go to my belly and feel wild with joy. I sweep away ten thousand dollars of food and end up by the side of Laoji Mountain.

6. Playing with Spring Grass in the Yong Garden (Lu You)

The grass in Lili is a clump of its own, and children just pick it from the sky.

I don’t know if Malan walks into the morning couch, how is it like oats shaking in the spring breeze?

7. Go out to pick wild vegetables by the lake at dawn (Lu You)

Hao Ge walks out of the thatched cottage, busy picking green vines and red buds.

Qisheng piled up trays for alfalfa, but did not say that the betel nuts were filled with dendrobium.

It is refreshing to walk in the wind with your clothes and towels exposed, and to wash away the fragrant smell of mutton, meat, dagger and chopsticks.

The sentence is exaggerated, don’t laugh, because I hate Tai Guanyang. 4. About the poems with the word fruit

A gift to Wei Shiyu Huang Shang No. 2 Li Bai

Seeing you riding a horse, I know the way to Mount Taishan.

The fruit of this place destroys the wheel, and the whole body is regarded as a treasure.

I am like a harvest jade, discarded Akita grass.

But Xu curling heart, inaction laments aging.

Meet Xu Qing in search of fruit plants by Du Fu

The few flowers in the thatched cottage want to be planted now, regardless of green plums and yellow plums.

I went back in the Stalagmite Street, and came back in the Orchard Square to seek help.

Send Huangfu Qi to Bai Juyi

Meng Xia loves my house, and Tao Qian's words are true.

Wine is falling from the flower bottle, and the book is unfolding from the wind case.

The neighbor’s daughter steals new fruits, and the family boy steals small fish.

I wonder how Huangfu Qi is doing in Chishang?

Sitting Alone on an Autumn Night (A Work on Winter Nights) Wang Wei

Sitting alone with sad temples, the hall is empty for the second watch.

Mountain fruits fall in the rain, and grass and insects chirp under the lamp.

Gray hair cannot be changed, but gold cannot be changed.

If you want to know how to cure old age and illness, you can only learn.

Visiting Kaiyuan Jingshe Wei Yingwu

Summer clothes begin to lighten the body, and wandering around loves the monk's residence.

After the new rain in the orchard, the sun shines on the incense terrace.

The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower indicates the after-spring.

The talisman bamboos are tired and their appearance and traces are sparse.

Staying in Annan by Du Shenyan

The wind weather is special in Jiaozhi, and the cold is late and the warmth is coming again.

Mountain fruits are ripe in mid-winter, and wild flowers bloom in the first month.

Accumulating rain creates dim fog, and light frost causes thunder.

My hometown is thousands of miles away, and my guests are always welcome.

The Ancient Meaning of Spring Lake by Song Zhiwen

The plum blossoms in the courtyard are growing towards the ruler, and the birds in the garden are singing again.

Wandering around Nanhu Lake at sunset, the beauty is as beautiful as jade.

Feeling speechless, I look forward to knowing where I belong.

If you are melancholy and have no way to return, you must pick up a basket in Ningguan.

Li Qiao was taught in May

The green trees are full of flames, and the Zhulou is full of summer scenery.

The pond contains freezing rain, and the mountains reflect the light of fire and clouds.

The new cherry blossoms are ripe in the orchard, and the hibiscus is fragrant in the flower garden.

If you want to escape the summer heat, you still have to drink wine for ten days.

Governor Xiao of Guangzhou came to the court and had a banquet in Yuezhou, where he got the word winter. Zhang said

The isolated city embraces the river, and the envoys go to the court.

If Taichung is old, we can still meet each other on the water.

Beijing is far behind the sun, and I am as tired and rusty as winter.

I envy the eloquent bird and express my gratitude to the ninth level.

Inscribed on the coconut tree Shen Quanqi

The coconut tree in the south of Japan is fragrant and smells of wind and dust.

The head of the wood is thickly clustered, and the body of the betel nut is round and solid.

The jade house is covered with dew, and the green leaves are green all the year round.

Not as good as Tu Linguo, he moved his roots and followed Han Chen.

Sending Su Qian to the rooftop with Zhang Zirong

Looking for supernatural beings across the sea, and visiting Cuiwei with music and songs.

The gulls on the river welcome the eagles, and the cranes are about to fly.

Qishu tastes the fairy fruit, Qionglou tries the feather coat.

The goddess asked from afar, and it was only Ruan Lang who was to blame for his return. 5. Poems about fruits

Green vines and frost lie on the soft sand, and watermelons have been eaten everywhere over the years. "Watermelon Garden" Song Dynasty Fan Chengda

Pulled out the golden sword and smashed the jasper bottle. Thousand points of red cherries, a ball of citrine. Swallow the smoke to dissipate it, and when it enters the teeth, it makes a sound of ice and snow. Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty

Ode to Grapes Tang Yanqian. Tang Dynasty

The West Garden is tender and cool at night, and people are picking grapes to taste.

The shelf is full of high-supported purple ropes, with a branch of gold and silver hanging at an angle.

The sky breeze rustles the leaves, and the sound of butterflies makes the rain clear.

The divine dragon lurks in the cold pond on a clear night, but thousands of wet clouds cannot fly.

The beauty of the Shi family travels to the Golden Valley, with green curtains and coral hooks.

The jade plate is newly introduced into the Chinese house, and the bead tent is hung high at night without being collected.

Shengyou still remembers the scenery back then, the freshness of the air made people feel chilled to the bone.

Smiling and calling to the distant sky on the bright mirror, drunkenly leaning on the silver bed to see the autumn shadows. 6. Poems about fruitfulness

"Grapes"

——Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty

The wind and dew in the golden valley are cool, and the green beads are just waking up from drunkenness.

The bead tent is not closed at night, and the moonlight falls into clear shadow.

"Fu Zao"

——Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

According to the legend of planting peaches in the past, you can plant dates wherever you want. In fact, it is a beautiful fruit, and in terms of material, it is a good tree. When Yu Gan entered a neighbor's house, he was chased away by a greedy woman. In case of Yuqiu on the plate, eat quickly to get enough. The wind bag falls into the Zhu Zhuan, and the sun wrinkles the red jade. Since Zhi has enjoyed ancient times, it is appropriate to record Bin's poems. Between the greenery and greenery, the land is shaded by thousands of trees. Who said that after eating, it becomes common practice to hide knowledge. The Guangting wine table is used to celebrate the longevity of the saints. I would like to cast my sincere heart, and the emperor will give me a candle.

"White Cherry"

——Yu Ye, Tang Dynasty (a poem written by Wei Zhuang)

Plant a few plants in front of the Queen Mother's steps, and you can see it through the crystal curtain. none.

Only on the gold plate of Han Dynasty, white dewdrops fell.

"Gifts of cherries to court officials (in Qixia)"

——Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty

Before Xu Ying stole out of the Han Palace, she went to the forest. Entering the half-gold cage for the first time.

The sugarcane syrup is cold in the silver cup, and the red jade bowl is red.

We all hate being separated all day long, and your generals have the same taste for a while.

Shuangwei Barberry should be difficult to get close to, so it should be placed in a screened window.

"Cherry"

——Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty

In April, the yellow birds in the south of the Yangtze River are fat, and the city is full of cherries.

Although there are special encounters in Chiyingpan, it is not as good as a cage.

"New Cherries with Pei Jie, a Scholar"

——Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The new cherries are really qiong liquid, and should not be feasted on purple orchids. Yuan is suspected of stealing the dragon's chin, but his lust has taken away the cock's crown. The distant fire is faintly discernible, and the stars are clearly visible. Mao Zhi has a good taste, but Manqian hates stealing. I have the patience to cook cheese, and I will play with the jade plate. If you can stay in the fleeting years, why bother with Jiuhua Dan?

"Cherry"

——Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty

The pomegranates are still small before they are opened, and there are four or five mountain flowers that I love.

The wind is blowing in front of the courtyard in the slanting sun, and thousands of pieces of green oil are leaking red beads.

"Thank Yang Shangshu for benefiting from cherries"

——Lu Yanrang of the Tang Dynasty

Manhexuhong was afraid of being shaken, so Shangshu knew that he would give cherries again.

The blue leaves are still fresh when rubbed, but the old leaves are still broken when the blood is poured on them.

Ten thousand pearls break with a touch, and a ball of nectar melts away softly.

When spring comes, old people and diseases are particularly susceptible to lotus, and the mid-intestine feels like burning after eating.

"Begging for Cherry"

——Qi Ji of the Tang Dynasty

I wrote a poem about this flower last year, and I heard it was overripe in Nanyuan.

Chewing the red incense is enough to change the bones, and picking the remaining pills makes you want to burn the branches.

A wandering oriole steals and pecks the heart, which makes one drunk, and a traveler’s sneak peek makes him crazy.

I heard that Zhang Yan took a look at the pearl tree and allowed him to climb it, break it, and half leave it.

"Wu Cherry"

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Hantao is most popular in Soochow, with its fresh fragrance, rich color and special smell.

There are thousands of Qiacha trees in the air, and two or three trees are whirling in their faces.

When birds fly stealthily, they hold the fire in their arms; when people pick and fight, they break the pearls.

It is a pity that the wind and rain will blow, and the Ming Dynasty and the future will be gone.

"He Wang Wei's Imperial Decree to Give Cherry to Hundreds of Officials"

- Cui Xingzong of the Tang Dynasty

The Weiyang Dynasty was meandering, and the cherries in the sky were tinted at this time.

When Zhu Shichu passed down the Jiuhua Palace, there were old flowers and ten thousand-year-old branches.

The Yanzi Jiangnan orange is better than the Panjia Dagu pear.

Hearing the Tao makes people happy, Shen Nong’s Materia Medica should know this.

"Pomegranate"

——Tang·Anonymous

The cicadas roar in the autumn clouds, the locust leaves are neat, and the pomegranates are fragrant in the old garden branches. The flowing clouds dye purple poppies, and the yellow wax paper is dyed with red rhinoceros. The jade-carved ice bottle is wet with dew, and its spots seem to bring tears to the eyes of Hunan'e. When Xiao Niang was first married, she was addicted to sweet and sour food and chewed millions of pills of water-breaking essence.

"Pomegranate"

——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

The pomegranate branches are graceful, the pomegranate is dense, the pomegranate membrane is light and bright, and the pomegranate seeds are fresh.

The green peach tree in Yaochi is enviable, with green peach cheeks lasting a thousand years.

"Yanshan Pavilion·Fu Yangmei"

——Yuan·Zhang Yu

The top of the crane is round in red, the flesh is full of millet, and the precious leaves are rubbed into the blue. wash. I'm close to Jian Cuike, and I'm far away as a gift of a cage, with red springs and flowing teeth. Bones are replaced with cinnabar, and the smile is still fresh and has a sour flavor. Who remembers. I once asked for the genealogy of Xiling, Luyin Qingzi. Several times the Jun family came forward to pick the stars in the sky and get drunk with others. The slender hand is made of plain plate, the color is bright red, half a pot of fat water floats and sinks. At the same time, the precious fruits are written only drunkenly, and the birds come to the green plums. Competing. He got involved with Yue Nu and Wu Ji.

"Viewing Yangmei in Xiangli"

——Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Every household in the mountains is busy with plum blossoms, and fire Qi Lizhu enters the imperial township.

The finely woven Jun cages complement each other, and Hua Qingxu talks about the lychee basket.

"Some of the papayas left behind have double fruits, and the fragrance is very dramatic"

——Lu You, Song Dynasty

The embroidered melons in Xuancheng have a strange fragrance, and they are occasionally found together The pedicle is placed next to the pillow.

How often do the six sense organs work together? I smell with my nose instead of taste with my tongue. 7. Poems about picking wild fruits on the mountain

1. "Peng Yaxing"

Era: Tang Author: Du Fu

Recalling the past when we were avoiding thieves, we went to the north The journey is dangerous and difficult. Peng Ya Dao late at night, the moon shines on Baishui Mountain.

After walking for a long time, I met so many people. The birds sing in the scattered valleys, but the wanderer has not returned.

The slut bites me hungry, the tiger and wolf cries at me. Covering his mouth in his arms, his voice became more and more angry.

The child forced himself to solve the problem, so he asked for a meal. There was a thunderstorm for ten and a half days, and the mud was clinging to it.

There is no protection against the rain, and the path is slippery and cold. Sometimes the agreement is so broad that it lasts several miles.

Wild fruits serve as food, and humble branches become the rafters of a house. Walk on rocks and water in the morning, and stay in the sky in the evening.

Stay less in Zhoujiawa and prepare to leave Luzi Pass. An old friend was Sun Zai, a man of great righteousness and Bo Zengyun.

It's already dusk for Yanke, so the lanterns are lit and the doors are opened. The warm soup washes my feet, and the jian paper draws my soul.

From then on, the wife and child were born, and they looked at each other with tears in their eyes. All the chicks are rotting and sleeping, waking up to eat on their plates.

I vow to become my brother Kun with my master forever. Then I sat in the empty hall and lived in peace to serve me.

Who is willing to face difficulties and be open-minded and show his heart. Farewell years and weeks, Hu Jie is still in trouble.

How can I have wings and feathers and fly down in front of you?

2. "The Arrival of Guests"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You

Where can passengers come to Sangmai Village?

A slave entered the market first, and this old man answered the door.

Wild fruits taste astringent, and village fermented grains are still muddy.

How can I hate my remaining years and rule the world as Li Yuan?

3. "Small Drink in the Garden"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You

The creation has left me old, and the rivers and lakes are wide.

During the six years of admiration, I had to ask for two crowns.

Although the hair on the temples is rustling, the strength of the legs is not hobbled.

There are more than ten notes and an empty bowl of rice.

Two months have passed since the beginning of the year, and I feel like this is the end of spring.

The apricots smile on the wall, and the orioles sing into the clouds.

Sweep the floor and set up a banquet, and persuade each other to have extra meals.

The village wine is turbid and clear, and the wild fruits taste sweet and sour.

Neighbors talk about Tuan Luan, and children and grandchildren talk about Tuan Luan.

Although there is no money, there is still joy in the great songs.

4. "Miscellaneous"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You

Guests asked about Vimalakia's illness, and people mourned Fan Shuhan.

The poem bag is carried on the child's back, and the medicine bag is hung on the donkey's saddle.

The wild fruits make the eyebrows sour, and the village mash makes the teeth sour.

The old chicken is special and I wish you peace every day.

5. "Beijing Guests Buying Wine"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi

Purple clothes hold a cauldron in front of guests, with rice and rice in their towels.

Use the knife to take out the meat and cut it into pieces for the diners, and chop the meat into the fresh meat on the silver plate.

The diligent and diligent people invite you to have a full meal, and the animals are returned to the hall and the wine is circulated.

Mountain vegetables and wild fruits are mixed with honey, and badger breasts and pig meat are fried in a pan.

The wine-drinking history is about to start, and the little Hu is scratching his ears to stay.

It is no coincidence that a cup of wine helps Hu stop drinking and stay safe. 8. Poems about fruits

"Fruit"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Yaosou

Sweeter than molasses and softer than crisp, there are thousands of trees on the top of Langyuan Mountain .

The bottom of the leaves is deeply hidden with red tortoiseshell, and the edges of the branches are decorated with green coral.

Author of "Watermelon Garden": Fan Chengda

Green vines and frost lie on the soft sand, eating watermelon everywhere for years.

The shape is as light as water, and cannot be praised by grapes or alfalfa.

Wen Tianxiang, the national hero of the Southern Song Dynasty: "Pull out the golden saber and smash the jasper bottle. Thousands of red cherries, a ball of citrine. Swallow it to dissipate the smoke and fire, and it will make the sound of ice and snow when it enters the teeth."

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Ode to Grapes

Yan Qian, Tang Dynasty

The West Garden is tender and cool in the evening, and I am picking grapes to taste. The shelf is full of high-supported purple ropes, with a branch of golden langang hanging at an angle. The sky wind rustles the leaves, and the sound of butterflies makes the rain clear. The divine dragon lurks in the cold pond on a clear night, but thousands of wet clouds cannot fly. The beauty of the Shi family travels to the golden valley, with green curtains and coral hooks. The jade plate is newly introduced into the Chinese house, and the bead tent is hung high at night without being collected. Shengyou remembers the scenery back then, the fresh air was so refreshing that it made my hair feel cold. Smiling at the distant sky on the bright mirror, drunkenly leaning on the silver bed to see the autumn shadows.