What are the poems describing wild flowers?

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

Wild flowers and weeds, lonely mountain road. Liu Tujin sings early, and Mrs. Xiang is black and old!

Ribbon feeling empathy, Zhu Lan alone thought deeply. I dreamed that half a bed was leaning against the moon, and the wind in the small window touched the piano.

Flower-selling nostalgia

Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu

Palace Epang Palace is fluttering, singing and dancing are peaceful. Jinguyuan Jade Building is underground, adding a new king of new york; The ancient willows on the embankment and the dragon boat exhibition on the river show Wal-Mart.

It is hard to look back on the past, the east wind rises again, and the late spring is bleak.

Yu Ji died on the banks of the Wujiang River, and the war has burned the red cliff. General Ban Chao died in Yumenguan in vain.

The sad flames of Qin and Han Dynasties have made countless people miserable, and those who study can only sigh deeply.

Goat, Taoist feelings

Yuan Dynasty: Song Square Pot

Green hills treat each other, white clouds meet each other, and you can't dream of purple robes and gold belts. A Mao Zhai, wild flowers bloom.

It doesn't matter who succeeds or fails, but it's also interesting to be in adversity. Poor, gas does not change; Da, it won't change.

Thoughts of spring

Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying

Wild flowers are like snow around Jiangcheng, so you can sit and watch the memory of the Imperial City. ?

Why laugh at a green tree and listen to the warbler with the heron?

Qintai

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

After Maoling's illness, Ai Wenzhuo Jun

The restaurant is on earth, and the piano is in the sunset.

Wild flowers leave a treasure, while creeping weeds see the skirt.

Going back to Phoenix to ask for a burn, I seldom smell it.

Bodhisattva Man, flying light rain back to the pond.

Five Dynasties: Anonymous

When the rain returns to the pond, both of them are just mandarin ducks. The pond is full of brilliant wild flowers, emitting bursts of fragrance; Golden willows are blowing gently in the wind of spring rain.

A group of innocent, graceful and light-footed girls came out of the hut on the river bank. They danced and sang happily in twos and threes in the spring rain of the stream. Colorful Loischer, with the change of dance, shines with dazzling brilliance; The powder on my cheeks is thin, and it glows like clouds of fresh and red under the sunlight.

Shanghai Ma Jian

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

The sea of clouds is blue all around, and there are more than ten weeping willows.

Pheasants flying deer are far away from the grass, and Niuxiang is full of chickens in spring.

Xiumei's father is drinking and Xixiu's daughter is drinking wild flowers.

I looked at the dust meter myself and was disappointed with the fine sand by the stream.