Poetry about flowers, plants and trees, 5 sentences
1. Poems: Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people’s houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads.
From: "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty
Interpretation: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entangled with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind.
2. Poetry: A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
From: Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Two Late Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong/Two Poems by Hui Chong at Dawn Scenes on the Spring River"
Interpretation: Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and the ducks playing in the water are the most beautiful. First, I noticed the warming of the river in early spring.
3. Poetry: The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
From: "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" written by Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: The lotus leaves reach the sky and there is endless green, and the lotus flowers are exceptionally bright and bright red under the sun.
4. Poetry: Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and mandarin fish are fat in the flowing water.
From: "Yu Ge Zi·Flying Egrets in Front of Xisai Mountain" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Egrets are flying freely in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom on the river bank, and spring water is beginning. When the weather rises, the mandarin fish in the water are plump.
5. Poetry: The swaying Wu leaves send off the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the guest sentiment.
From: "What I See in Night Books" by Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: The rustling autumn wind blows the leaves of the sycamore tree, sending bursts of chill. When the autumn wind blows on the river, I can't help but miss my own. hometown.