Ancient poems about appreciating pear blossoms and tasting wine.

1. Two nights are spent in the quilt, and a pear tree overwhelms the begonia. (Su Dongpo.) 2. is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can) 3. and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear. (Bai Juyi) 4. Pear blossoms are pale white and willow is dark green, and Liu Xufei is full of flowers. (Su Dongpo) 5. Weave the persimmon with red sleeves, while Qingqi sells wine while pear blossoms. (. (Du Mu) 7. The screen window is getting dusk at sunset, and no one in the Golden House sees tears. Lonely and empty, the spring is late, and pear blossoms are everywhere. (Liu Fangping) 8. Although the old mountain is not closed, it has spent the spring in Chang 'an. A tree of pear and water in the moonlight shadow, do not know who this beautiful night belongs to? (Anonymous "Miscellaneous Poems") 9. Kai Zhu Lip, Jin Feng Gui Zi, called residual dream, drizzling pear flower. ("Jade Butterfly") 1. Songling Songbian Road, Yuehan Lake Village. Dimly discernible pear blossoms enter the dream cloud. Patrol, small eaves and fragrant trees spring. Jiang Meixin, green birds cry to people. (Yuan Zhen Wu's poem "[Nanlu] Jin Zijing Meibian") means that Yan Shu's oil-walled cars are no longer available, and the gorge clouds are nowhere to be found. Pear flower courtyard dissolves the moon, catkin pond faint wind. After a few days of loneliness and injury, there was a ban on smoking. Where fish books are sent, water is far away and mountains are long. Cold food books are also taught in the lonely village of Chai Men, Zhao Ding. The tradition of cold food has not been spread to Guangdong, but the ritual of offering sacrifices to ancestors is still the same as the central plains. To this day, the Han and Tang dynasties of the Wang Lingju mound, no one has gone to sacrifice; And there are many pear trees on the road between the stream river. A bottle actually lies by moss, regardless of the city's head playing twilight. Jiang 'an Pear Blossom (Tang Bai Juyi) Pear Blossom has thoughts and leaves, and a tree with a head on the river annoys you. Most like a widowed young woman, with white makeup and plain sleeves and blue gauze skirt. 5. Qingpingle (Don Wei Zhuang) is full of pear blossoms in the spring and evening. If you don't come back, the sun will go again, and the red tears will be scattered. The dream soul flies off the smoke wave, and it's sad that I can't bear the spring! Sitting alone with an empty lily, Yuanyang worries about embroidering a double nest. 6. Dengliangzhou Yintai Temple (Tang Cen Can) Alakazam in March and a half, pear blossoms began to bloom today. So I finished my meal with the old monks in the monastery and went to the ladies' table. The beautiful song made the white clouds stop, and the beautiful and elegant Lyre was like a breeze blowing through the wind. I should also ride a horse and get drunk as a mountain. 7. Zhu Yingtai is near (Song. Han Pei) where begonia blooms, and spring is half over, so are peaches and plums. A pear flower, the courtyard is dry and rainy. I can't help feeling drunk, and I love leisure and chagrin, and I forget all the old poems. Yanying language. There is little flying cotton on the bank of the stream, but there is no heavy number of willows. If you bring sorrow, don't take a break. Heartbroken, fragrant grass, wandering clouds, and good dreams, who will pay. 8. Moshanxi (Song Chaoduanli) has been doing twelve things, and it is still heavy to lean on. A song is generally sad, and it hurts the grass and hurts the spring. In the depths of the window, I can still remember that there are no people, blue clouds and red leaves. I used to send it by Dongfeng. The dazzling wall is deep in the courtyard, and there is no way to understand the meaning. Even if you get a new voice, you will compete for knowledge and be like a name. Never charm, natural and unrestrained can not help but worry, come pear, see chrysanthemum core. Should also become haggard. Midnight Song (Song He Zhu) is in the middle of the night. The atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snow. Pear blossom snow. I am so sad that the cuckoo cries blood. How can the prince and grandson be silent? Rousang swallowed goodbye on the stranger. Swallow goodbye. Long head flowing water, sobbing for others. Linjiang Fairy Pear (Yuan. Liu Bingzhong) has a delicate fragrance in ice and snow, and the moon is lonely and dry. The gossamer haunts the smoking ring. The east wind won't blow away, so we should protect ourselves from the cold. Quality should not be colored, and you must know that creation is not awkward. Apricot flowers are just thinking and dying. Yu Rongchun is lonely, so don't look into the rain. A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home, Cen Can, the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin. Bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment. In the evening, before the gate of the headquarters, the heavy snow fell, the red flag was frozen and the wind could not be towed. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ". The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks. Bai Haitang Lin Daiyu's curtain is half-rolled and the door is half-closed, and the ice is ground into a basin. Stealing a pear is three cents, and borrowing a plum blossom is a soul. The immortals in the Moon Cave sew their robes, and the women in always in my heart in autumn wipe the crow marks. Who is shy and silent? I am tired of leaning on the west wind night. Wen Wujun's state newspaper has been restored to Xijing, and the general Lu You's white hair in the Southern Song Dynasty is also strong. Xijing sent a letter last night. Hu er dares to make a thousand-year plan, and God would rather know that he will return one day. Lies in the deep rain and dew, and ZTE pardons the high winds and thunder. It is known that the cold food is made to the mausoleum, and the pear blossoms are everywhere. "Pear Blossom on the Riverside" Tang Bai Juyi Pear Blossom has thoughts and leaves, and a tree and a river head annoys you. Most like a widowed young woman, with white makeup and plain sleeves and blue gauze skirt. "Zuo Ye Li Hua (with Qiu Wei and Huang Fu Ran)" Tang Wang Wei sprinkled grass on the side of the steps, lightly following the wind outside the foil. Oriole couldn't get enough, so he entered Weiyang Palace. "Zuo Ye Li Hua (with Wang Wei and Huang Fu Ran Fu)" Tang Qiu bullied the snow for leng Yan, and the remaining fragrance suddenly entered the clothes. Spring breeze, please continue to move its petals, hope that this beautiful flowers can fall on the jade steps in the palace basilica. "Give things to the king (a book with Uygur characters) and refrain from singing pear flowers." Tang Huangfu Ran skillfully laughs at everyone and can fly butterflies. When the wind comes into the house in spring, a few pieces fall into the clothes. "Pear Blossom on the Left" Don Wu Yuanheng smiles and greets people, and it's beautiful and fragrant. The butterfly shadow turns with the wind, and the clothes are red after the delay. "Pear Blossom" Tang Qian Qi is as quiet as a cage moon, and the fragrance and cold are not driven away by the wind. Peach blossoms shine on the ground and are finally laughed at by the demon. "Qingpingle Pear Flower" Yuan Shao Hengzhen's green room is deep. It's rainy and quiet at dusk. The door is closed and the spring is old. Qishu is fragrant and ethereal. A clear snow is just beginning to dry. A few times, I was disappointed. It is expected that the clouds will dream, and the green grass will be cold every night. "There is no vulgarity, Lingxu Palace Pear Flower Ci" Yuan Qiu Chuji has a mighty spring outing, which is the season of cold eating pear flowers every year. The white brocade is fragrant and fragrant, and the jade village is full of snow. The quiet night is sinking, floating and hazy, and the cold immersion dissolves the moon. In the sky on earth, rotten silver clouds shine through. Muddy as a real person, graceful and graceful, with a comfortable and noble spirit. Those who have different channels are not in the same column as Qunfang. Heroic and clear-cut, the immortal material is outstanding, and it is difficult to separate the soil. When Yaotai returns, the cave can only be seen clearly. "Linjiang Fairy Pear Flower" Yuan Liu Bingzhong's ice and snow skin is fragrant and delicate, and the moon is lonely and dry. The gossamer haunts the smoking ring. The east wind won't blow away, so we should protect ourselves from the cold. Quality should not be colored, and you must know that creation is not awkward. Apricot flowers are just thinking and dying. Yu Rongchun is lonely, so don't look into the rain. "Pear Blossoms with Crimson Lips" Yuan Liu Bingzhong stands at dusk, but the sock dust can't reach Ling Bo. Snow fragrance condenses trees. Lazy for balcony rain. One water phase system, the pulse is hard to say. What is the feeling? Complain to others. Lonely Linjiang Zhu "Shui Long Yin Fu Autumn Red Pear Blossom" Yuan Wang Yun's fiber buds are light and fragrant, and Linglong Xuan locks autumn sunshine. Fairy roots borrow warmth, and they should not stay. Jing Wang Cui was taken. Natural and unrestrained and light, the jade is muddy, and the golden stem is exposed. What a westerly wind, the rain in Donglan, empty embellishment, really tears. Who sent the company to comfort each other? Swallow a few spiral screens, one is brushed, and the embroidered curtain is fine. About washing makeup and diarrhea, jade bottle fragrant wine, pillow autumn toad drunk. "Magnolia Slow, Red Pear Blossom" Yuan Wang Yun loves a fragrant snow, and it rains for several days, washing makeup residue. Living in seclusion in an empty valley, the beauty is lonely, and the tears are dry. Fang Zi seems to be too elegant, so she asks who will put the great medicine in Zhu Yan. The night is purple with rouge, and the butterflies are cold by the snow. Romantic charm is far more leisurely. Drunk eyes into shock. What's more, I was annoyed by the flower fever and was disappointed with Donglan. Pour the jade bottle of spring wine carefully, and wait for the mid-month, the flute and the clouds. Blow away thousands of peach trees and follow the flowing water.