Poetry about Wisteria Myna

1. Poems about wisteria flowers

Huai Bo's bow in the evening of spring - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Shi Yongyi

The deep valley is close to the blue sky, the spring is over Thinking of you and dreaming of yourself.

If the song does not come, the fragrant room will cover up the shopping, and the ribbon flowers will be empty and the wisteria will grow high.

The rubble of the deserted pond is covered with fragrant grass, and the smoke and clouds of the dawn case are covered with ink robes.

There are many good places near the Xiangtan Lake, but Liu Cao is nowhere to be found when discussing poetry.

Send the old man Xin with the longevity stick from the Temple of Heaven - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Huang Tingjian

The old wisteria in the king's house is surrounded by thousands of frosts, helping the father to rest and bathe in front of relatives and friends.

At the same time, the four-horse horse and the chariot went off, and they reached the Temple of Heaven and prayed for their strength.

Thoughts on Autumn - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Lu You

An old-grass Tiantai Fu and six newly-translated pictures of Taihua. Occupying all the pure things in the world, the fragrance of wisteria rises from the bamboo root stove.

Crossing Taoshan from the Shangzao

At the beginning of Suyu, the setting sun is seen, and the water flows vertically and horizontally into the pond.

It is forbidden for silkworms to be closed to guests, and teahouses to officials are busy everywhere.

A drunk hat is parked beside the green tree village, and a beech bed is leaning against the wisteria trellis.

If the worldly affairs are not scattered because of Xiao, I will feel that the days in the world are getting longer.

Yu Yan on the Jade Steps

Wisteria brushes the flower tree. The yellow bird flies across the green branches. Sijun sighed. Bitter tears should be shed.

Du Wei Shanting Du Shenyan

Wisteria lingers with kudzu and green thorns with roses.

Go fishing and watch the fish leap, and explore the nest to be afraid of the flying birds.

It is late for the leaves to thin out, and the branches and sub-fruits are newly fertile.

The wonders and wonders are infinite, and they should only accompany the return of the moon.

Wisteria tree Li Bai

Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and its flower vines are suitable for spring.

The dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrant wind lingers on the beauties.

2. Ancient poems about wisteria flowers

The wisteria on the jade stairs brushes against the flower tree. The yellow bird flies over the green branches. I sigh when I think of you. The bitter tears should be shed. Watercress, green thorn rose. I go fishing to watch the fish leaping, and explore the nest to be afraid of the flying birds. It’s too late for the leaves to be sparse, and the branches and sub-fruits are new and fat. The sights are endless, and they should only accompany the return of the moon. Send Zhang Shuo to the Holy System of He, Part 1 A banquet was given to a virtuous scholar (the word "Deng" was given to him). Emperor Xiao Song said that talents are in the bamboo slips, and virtuous talents are in the bones. The etiquette of articles has changed, and the etiquette and music have become more and more extensive. The Yinghua in Yun Pavilion has entered, and the egrets have ascended to the guest gate. The banquet has passed as expected. The holy land is truly eternal. The summer leaves bloom red medicine, and the remaining flowers are wisteria. I am so lucky to have this premonitory friend. The wisteria tree is plum white and the wisteria hangs cloud trees. The flowers and vines are suitable for spring. The dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrant wind leaves the beauty. . After leaving the customs, we passed Huayue Temple and visited the Hokage Yungong Cen Canye Temple to talk about undressing. We occasionally met the Hokage monk. The door faces Huashan Mountain, and the stone walls are covered with green edges. The bamboo paths are covered with thick green moss, and the pine gates are covered with wisteria. The long corridor is lined with ancient paintings, and the high hall is Hanging solitary lantern. In May, the mountain is rainy and hot, and the three peaks are steaming with fire and clouds. I heard from the woodcutter that the deep valleys are still covered with ice. I have long wanted to find this mountain, but I still can't. The banished official suddenly left east, and Wang Cheng still looked bitter. He wanted to leave. Falling in love with two trees, why is there so much trouble? The moon spins over the mountains, and the night sky is clear. Looking at the flowers and poplars in the Chengxi Zen Temple in Duzhong, a forest of brocades reflecting thousands of lights, illuminating the eyes, it makes me feel lustful. I know that I am self-sufficient in the clear light, and I will be intoxicated by the colors. The phase is still there. The good wind gently brings in the incense smoke, and the nectar condenses with the pink. In the depths, the most pitiful orioles trample, and when you are lazy, you are first invaded by butterflies. You should have no desire to uphold the true state, but you can't share it with Buddhism. It seems to welcome the sun. Turn red and burn off, and the clouds are reflected in the layer of clouds. I feel pity for the osmanthus in the late state, and I know the wisteria in the blooming spring light. I feel melancholy every time I reach the flower branch. Du Zhongcheng is the only one in Shandong. The wisteria is white, the flowers are purple and velvety, and the leaves are green and sparse. Who can say that? A good color, but more than enough harm. The bottom is like a coiled snake, and the top is like a rope. The poor tree in the middle is bound to a withered plant. The soft vines are overwhelmed and curled up in the air. Who knows that the strength of a thousand people is not as good as the entanglement of the tree. First be gentle. To do harm later is like a flatterer. She clings to the king's power, but the king is obsessed with it and refuses to punish her. It is also like a temptress who prepares to bewitch her husband. Strange evils harm the house, and the husband's temptation cannot be eliminated. When sending messages to the state and family, be careful about them. At the beginning. If you don’t identify the hair early, it will be difficult to trace the vines. I would like to take the vine as a warning and inscribe it in the corner of the seat. Ten poems written in Qin Dynasty·Shang Zhai (one is the damage to the big house) Bai Juyi, whose family has the first name, beside the Zhumen Avenue. The combs in Fengwu are compared. , there is a loop outside the high wall. There are six or seven halls, and the buildings are connected. Each hall costs a million, and the smoke rises. The bridal chamber is warm and clear, and it cannot be dry in the cold and heat. The high hall is empty and narrow, and you can see the Nanshan Mountain when you sit and lie down. The purple pergola trellis around the corridor, A red medicine fence is built between them. I climb branches to pick cherries and bring flowers to move peonies. The owner sits here and has been a high official for ten years. There is smelly rotten meat in the kitchen and rotten money in the treasury. Who can speak to me and ask between your flesh and blood? How could there be so many despicable people who could not bear to save themselves from hunger and cold? How can I devote myself to one body and hope to protect it for thousands of years? Ma's house is not seen, but it is now Fengcheng Garden. On March 30th, it was titled Bai Juyi of Ci'en Temple. . The melancholy spring return cannot stay, and it is getting dusk under the wisteria flowers. Twenty miscellaneous poems about Pingquan at the end of spring·Wisteria on the pond Li Deyu's hometown Spring is over, and the fragrance of one year old is hard to come back. The rock trees are already green, and my house is lovely in the sun. Quiet Before the people left the stream, the fragrant grass was hindered. I recall the wisteria hanging down in the distance, and the flowers shining on the pond. The wisteria lingered in several turns, and the green dill was originally in the thatched cottage. The autumn colors are high in the trees, and the day shadow covers the distant mountains. The flowers are moved to sparse places. Plant, climb when the medicine is sleepy. At dusk, the breeze rises, and it is difficult to find the old path. The purple vines are covered with dark green vines, and the purple sleeves are low. Guests come and stay to sit in the west of the small hall. No one will see me when I am drunk. My home is close to the south of the Yangtze River. Stream. Under the wisteria flowers of the Chen family, they were given to Judge Zhou Bai Juyi. The wisteria flowers were in no order, and thousands of them bloomed at once. If Zhou was not in charge, who would have called me here? Inclined. The butterflies don't know who's going on, so they go around the walls to make wisteria flowers. Yueting of Shengye Temple - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Huang Tingjian The rain has lifted, and all the peaks have come to offer their tributes. There is no white-headed Zen, and the wisteria stick is empty. With the Temple of Heaven, you can live a long life. Sending old man Xin a stick - a complete poem of the Song Dynasty - Huang Tingjian sent the old wisteria to the king's house with thousands of frosts, and helped the old man to rest and bathe with his relatives and friends. At the same time, the horse and carriage went away, and he carried the stick to the Temple of Heaven to wish

Power. Thoughts on Autumn - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - An old poem on the rooftop by Lu You, six new pictures of Taihua. Taking up all the pure things in the world, the fragrance of wisteria rises from the bamboo stove. Since I went to the stove and passed the rain on Taoshan Mountain, I saw the setting sun at the beginning of the night. The water flows vertically and horizontally into the pond. The silkworm houses are closed to avoid guests, and the teahouses are busy everywhere. Drunk hats are parked beside the green trees in the village, and people lean on the beech bed under the wisteria trellis. If the world is not scattered due to the desolation, the day will feel longer in the world. Send a Thank You to Master Zhi - A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Mei Yaochen recalled passing the Rangting Pavilion in the rain in the middle of spring. Chatting and drinking wine in the mountains to say goodbye, singing alone to the green light of the night. On the Shangling Road in the Ming Dynasty, the crowds of girls Zhang Yunping. Suddenly entering the beautiful scenery of the Sichuan Valley, it is definitely not the same as in life. Sutra. There are red calyxes among the green bamboos, and thousands of wisterias hang down. The water in the spring pond is full of water, and the old stars are shining in the wild. Tian's father comes to meet him, and his words can still be heard. He first hears the red sand and cinnamon, and then recognizes the shape of the five ridges. Looking at Yu Tang The traces, I believe the temple is beautiful. Invite me to the dilapidated sky, Cebu is far away. My clothes and fur are wet in the dark, and the grass and trees are fragrant at times. The building is open to the top, and there are secluded pavilions for wine sacrifices. Bamboo cups bring misfortunes and blessings, witch brocade I'm drunk. The sun sets outside the clouds, and the moon rises close to the mountain. The servant is tired and can't advance, and the whip is unstoppable. My horse suddenly stumbles, and your heart is like a wagtail. I ride again without any injuries, and the buckle candle has glowed. From now on, I will never turn back. , not yet engraved in my heart. I walked in a hurry, like water ducks. Now we come to each side, and we are safe and drunk. Huaibo Gong at the end of spring - a complete poem of the Song Dynasty - Shi Yongyi, the deep valley is close to the blue sky, I miss you in the spring. Dreams are self-laboring. Songs do not come, and the incense room covers the purchase, and the wisteria flowers are empty and the wisteria is high. The rubble of the waste pond is covered with fragrant grass, and the smoke and clouds of the dawn case embrace the ink robe. There are many good mountains near Xiangtan, but Liu Cao is nowhere to be found when discussing poetry. Huashan-Quan Poems of the Song Dynasty - The three green peaks of Xia Song lean against the clouds, and you can gaze at the top of the cigarette smoke. The eight rivers divide the Qin Empire randomly, and the four gates are empty to lock up the Han emperor's mausoleum. The fairy sheep have not yet risen to sleep in the spring grass, and the wisteria is released at the beginning of the horse race. It is a pity. There are no arrogant officials in the holy dynasty, but the wind and moon come at night and belong to the ordinary monks. 3. Poems about wisteria flowers

On the 11th day of the fifth month of the third year of Yuanfeng, I dreamed about someone else’s house at night. There was an ancient well in the small garden at the west gate of the hall. There were blue stones on the well, and wisteria grew on the stones like dragons and snakes. The branches and leaves are like red arrows.

The master said, this is Shizhi.

I took off a branch and ate it. Everyone was surprised and laughed. It tasted like chicken and sour. I will write this poem tomorrow.

The bright moon in the empty hall is clear and new, and the secluded people are sleeping and taking their first breath.

It was clear that it was neither a dream nor a consciousness. Someone called Qi Kongbin at night.

No matter how far we hang out with each other in clothes, we will open a beautiful house in Zhulan Bijing.

Suddenly, there were dragons and snakes piled on the stone, and countless jade zhizhi and purple bamboo shoots sprouted.

The green coral is cracked loudly and tastes like honeyed lotus root and chicken soy sauce.

The master looked at each other and touched his palm, and all the guests in the hall were bewildered.

I also know that Dongfu ridiculed Ji Kangxian and defeated Wang Lie in the end.

The sacred mountains have been together for five hundred years, and the wind blows the stone marrow as hard as iron.

Wisteria grows on the stone like dragons and snakes, and its branches and leaves are like red arrows. 4. Poems describing the starling bird

1. "Poppy: Parrots with Jade Hooks and Bent Columns" Year: Tang Author: Feng Yansi "Parrots with Jade Hooks and Bent Columns" conveys the language of spring.

The cloud screen is cold and the painting hall is empty, the late spring is cold and helpless, and the flowers are falling in the wind. Swallows fly low in the curtains, and luan dances in the mirror.

I don’t know who is wearing the double knot of the same heart and leaning on the railings tonight when the moon is crescent? 2. "Lang Tao Sha" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi There is a wave of sand at the head of Parrot Island, and the spring sun is setting at the brothel. Swallows holding mud in their mouths fight to return to their homes, and a mad man alone does not remember his home.

3. "Spring in the Jade House" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Yonglang Fengfeng leads the road to Yinque. He once promised that golden peaches are easy to steal. Oolong is still awake and can make surprise guesses. Parrots can speak to prevent leaks.

In a hurry, you can see the fragrant snow next to you, and the remaining smoke curtains through the window reflect the moon. Don't even think about it if you don't come. The lingering fragrance of fighting has not stopped.

4. "Nan Gezi: Getting up from sleep and sitting by the window" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Chao Buzhi got up from sleep and sat by the window, dressed up and sitting beside the window. When spring comes, don’t roll up the embroidered curtains to look.

I am afraid that the east wind will bring hatred between my eyebrows. Parrots are playing in front of flowers, and pipa is playing under the moon.

Suddenly he closed his sleeves and leaned on the railing. I have been thinking about something and point out the cloud servant girl.

5. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Peng Fu is still young" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Kezhuang Peng Fu is still young.

Piaopeng in the evening, Lang Qiupu at night, fishermen singing and apes roaring.

The horses and girls are all gone, and you can understand the subtleties of South China. Gathering thousands of feet, the light shines back.

The concubine and the general are very angry, and the old gentleman is in a golden boudoir. Offer jade teeth and smile charmingly.

The solution depends on the old Fenyang. I lament that today's people have thin clothes and few love in silk robes.

Huang Zu’s fight with rice cookers is not worth mentioning. The parrot has a long life. He is on the same path as Supervisor He and Qi Gui.

Take off your brocade robe and stupid bottom, banish the immortal, and wear your black gauze hat. Invite Su Yue into the cup. 5. Poems about Wisteria

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Only when the people looking at me dispersed did I see myself

H: Wisteria blossoms in the wind, my worries rise and fall, the more I want to be strong and cheerful

Laugh The voice becomes hoarse

E: The wisteria flower ties its heart to the merry-go-round and is willing to stop making noise

Still misses the old love words

S: The person who loves beauty the most It’s hard to forget because dreams still remain

The most romantic person has the hardest time waking up and doesn’t believe who is ruthless

H: If only we could be alienated and close at the same time like the wind and rain

I don’t ask you whether the secret happiness you don’t tell will last

S: The wisteria flowers are blowing in the wind, and my thoughts rise and fall at night

The more I try to be strong and cheerful, the dumber my laughter becomes

E: Wisteria tied my heart to the merry-go-round

And I am willing to stop making noise and still miss the old love words

H: Isn't the loneliest thing about love? Leaving

E: It’s the touching memories that make it easy to stand still

S: Going back to return

Together: Wisteria blossoms in the wind, a sad day As the night falls, the more I want to be strong and cheerful

The dumber my laughter becomes

The wisteria flower ties its heart to the merry-go-round and is willing to stop making noise

Still thinking about it

The wisteria flowers are in the wind. As the day rises and the nights fall, the more I want to be strong and cheerful

The laughter becomes dumber

The wisteria flowers tie their hearts to the merry-go-round and are willing not to stop. Noisy

Still remembering old love words 6. Ancient poems praising wisteria flowers

Jade steps complain about Yu Yan

Wisteria brushes the flower trees. The yellow bird flies across the green branches. Sijun sighed. Bitter tears should be shed.

Du Wei Shanting Du Shenyan

Wisteria lingers with kudzu and green thorns with roses.

Go fishing and watch the fish leap, and explore the nest to be afraid of the flying birds.

It is late for the leaves to thin out, and the branches and sub-fruits are newly fertile.

The wonders and wonders are infinite, and they should only accompany the return of the moon.

Fenghe Shengzhi sent Zhang Shuo to a banquet (given the title of Deng) to Xiao Song, a scholar from Jixian.

The emperor said that Jian is talented, and Jingxian is in the thigh.

The etiquette of the article has changed, and the etiquette, music and Tao have become more widespread.

Yinghua enters the Yun Pavilion, and the egrets ascend to the guest gate.

The feast of grace exceeds all expectations, and the holy land is truly eternal.

The summer leaves bloom red, and the remaining flowers are like wisteria.

How lucky I am to have this kind of warning.

Wisteria tree Li Bai

Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and its flowers and vines are suitable for spring.

The dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrant wind lingers on the beauties.

After leaving the customs, we passed Huayue Temple and visited Fahua Yun Gong Cen Shen.

We chatted about undressing the saddle in the wild temple and occasionally met the Fahua monk.

Opening the door to Huashan Mountain, the stone wall is covered with green edges.

The bamboo path is covered with thick green moss, and the pine gate is covered with wisteria.

The long corridor is lined with ancient paintings, and a solitary lamp hangs in the high hall.

In May, the mountains are rainy and hot, and the three peaks are steaming with fire.

I heard the woodcutter say that there is still ice in the deep valley.

I have long wanted to find this mountain, but I still can’t.

The relegated official suddenly left eastward, and Wang Cheng remained miserable.

If you want to fall in love with a pair of trees, why not take a single ride?

The moon shines over the mountains, and the night sky is clear.

Viewing the flowers with Yang Juyuan in the Chengxi Chanyuan of Duzhong

A forest of brocades reflects thousands of lanterns, illuminating the eyes and making them full of lust.

Knowing how to rely on the clear sky and the delicate beauty to be self-sufficient, I understand that the color will still be drunk.

The good wind gently brings in the cigarette smoke, and the nectar condenses with the pink color.

In the depths, the most pitiful orioles trample upon them, and when they are lazy, they are first invaded by butterflies.

There should be no pursuit of the true state, but there is no way to share it with Buddhism.

The rising sun seems to turn red and burnt, and the flowing clouds reflect the colorful clouds.

I feel pity for the osmanthus in the late state, and I know the wisteria in the spring light.

Every time I see flowers and branches, I feel melancholy. Du Zhongcheng is the only one in Shandong.

Wisteria Bai Juyi

The flowers of the wisteria are purple and velvety, and the leaves of the wisteria are green and sparse.

Who calls it a good color, but it does more harm than good.

The bottom is like a snake coiling, and the top is like a rope.

The poor middle tree is bound to a withered plant.

The soft vines are unconquerable and curling up in emptiness.

Little do you know that the power of a thousand people is not as strong as that of a tree.

Being gentle first and then doing harm is like flattering a sycophant.

If you are attached to your power, you will not be punished.

It is also like a temptress who plans to bewitch her husband.

Strange evil spirits and bad people are in the room, and the husband's confusion cannot be eliminated.

When sending messages to your country and family, be cautious at the beginning.

If you don’t discern the slightest bit early, it will be difficult to spread your faith.

I would like to use the vine as a warning and inscribe it on the corner of my seat. 7. Poems describing wisteria

"Duwei Mountain Pavilion"

Era: Tang Author: Du Shenyan

Wisteria haunts the kudzu and green roses.

Go fishing and watch the fish leap, and explore the nest to be afraid of the flying birds.

It is late for the leaves to thin out, and the branches and sub-fruits are newly fertile.

The wonders and wonders are infinite, and they should only accompany the return of the moon.

"Sad House"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi

Whose family is located in Jiadi, next to Zhumen Avenue?

In the Fengwu, there are many branches, and the high wall surrounds the outside.

There are six or seven halls, and the buildings are connected with each other.

One session costs a million, and the smoke rises.

The bridal chamber should be warm and clear, and should not be dry in the cold or heat.

The high hall is empty and far away, and you can see Nanshan when sitting and lying down.

The corridor is surrounded by wisteria trellises and red medicine railings.

Climb branches to pick cherries, and bring flowers to move peonies.

The master sits here and has been a high official for ten years.

There is rotten meat in the kitchen and rotten money in the treasury.

Who can speak to me and ask between your flesh and blood:

How can there be so many despicable people who cannot bear to save themselves from hunger and cold?

How can one devote oneself to a life that will last for thousands of years?

The Ma family residence is missing, but it is now Fengcheng Garden.