Poems about osmanthus in the morning

1. Birding Stream In the Tang Dynasty, the people of Wang Wei were idle with osmanthus fragrans, and the night was quiet and the mountains were empty.

when the moon comes out, the birds startle the mountains, and when they sing in the spring stream. In the silent valley, only osmanthus is falling silently, and it is deeper in the middle of the night, and everything is silent, like nothing.

The bright moon rises and shines, which alarms the birds living in the mountains. They sing from time to time in the spring stream. Second, Queqiaoxian Biwu first appeared in the Song Dynasty: Yan Rui Biwu first appeared, and osmanthus only vomited, and the water on the pool faded slightly.

The needle-piercer is in the Hehuan Building, with dew in the first month and high diarrhea in the jade plate. Spiders are busy, magpies are lazy, plowing and weaving are tired, and they are empty to make ancient and modern stories.

every other year in the human world means just overnight in the sky. It is natural to appreciate the words. Although the author observes things in detail, it is somewhat bleak: the blue-green buttonwood leaves that occasionally fall lightly, the sweet-scented osmanthus that spits fragrant fragrance, and the lotus flowers that wither slightly in the pond.

The girls upstairs are busy threading needles and silently begging the Weaver Girl to give them wisdom and ingenuity. Looking at the bright moon hanging high in the distance, its radiance is as clear as water.

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month is a traditional festival of the Han nationality-Chinese Valentine's Day, also known as Begging for Clevership Festival. On this night, it is said that the beautiful and kind weaver girl in the sky wants to meet the hardworking and brave cowherd at the Magpie Bridge.

People who wear needles refer to both women in the world and themselves. According to Xijing Miscellanies, "Hancai women often put a seven-hole needle on the Kaijin Building on July 7, and people have Xi Zhi."

This is a custom handed down for thousands of years. On the night of Tanabata, most women in the world will wear nine-hole needles and five-color threads to the moon, and it is clever to pass. The words are missing, the sentences are strange and new, and the seemingly casual description hides the most meticulous thoughts of an ordinary woman: the spiders in the girls' small boxes are already busy spinning their webs, but the magpies in the galaxy are not busy bridging.

At this time, the Cowherd refused to plow the fields, and the Weaver Girl was in no mood to spin. They are far away from the Milky Way and watch each other.

It seems that tonight they will live up to such a beautiful and touching love story that people have been longing for for for thousands of years. On this occasion, the world has to wait for a year.

The cowherd and the weaver girl in the sky are nothing more than a night of lovesickness. She is soberly aware that no matter how beautiful she is, she is like a willow that can be climbed by anyone by smiling and taking part in accidental amusement every day.

Besides, women's beautiful youth and men's favorite looks will one day wither like lotus flowers. She also said to herself: I only envy Yuanyang, but I don't envy immortals.

The legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is beautiful, but they also watch the two ends of the Milky Way lonely. Forcing a smile and taking part in accidental amusement is obviously not the life you want.

She just wants to reap a true and simple love of her own. Love on earth, love in heaven, who lasts longer than who, and who is more romantic than who? Second, the partridge sky osmanthus Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao is dim and light, and her corpus luteum is soft, and her feelings are far away and only fragrant.

why light blue and deep red? It's the first among flowers. Mei Ding is jealous, Chrysanthemum should be ashamed, and draw a curtain to open the Mid-Autumn Festival.

a poet can be ruthless in thinking. He never received anything in those years. This flower is light yellow and quiet, with gentle and shy appearance.

Xiao is alienated from the world, but its fragrance remains for a long time. There is no need to show off with light green or bright red colors, it is the first-rate flower.

The plum blossom must be jealous of it, and it is enough to make the late blooming chrysanthemums feel shy. In the garden with gorgeous guardrails, it is unparalleled among the timely flowers and trees in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

in Li Sao, why isn't Yan Gui accepted? Qu Yuan, a great poet, is really heartless. In Li Sao, which wrote about many flowers and trees, why didn't Yan Gui be accepted? Fourth, the voice is slow. Singing osmanthus in Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying Yun Lan Long Xiao, Yushu hanging in autumn, mixed with golden cymbals and Xia branches. People start to shine, and the cold powder millet is forbidden to give birth to muscles.

The strong fragrance is nowhere to be found. It gradually becomes Leng Xiang, and the wind is dew. Embroidered wormwood exhibition, afraid of empty steps falling, turning into fireflies.

The thirty-sixth house is full of worries. Ask who holds the gold cup and moves with the moon. Lock the west compartment, and you can carry it with your hands.

Qiu Lai's temples are full of flowers, while those who are allowed to wear black gauze and drunk are low in embossing. Is shaking down, sigh stay for a long time, guest did not return.

appreciate the three sentences of "Yun Lan". It is said that the earth in the early morning is shrouded in blue sky and white clouds, and the outdoor osmanthus trees are tall and tall, and the trees are full of osmanthus flowers, like a string of treasures, and like a rosy cloud.

the sentence "people start" personifies people with trees. "Zhaoyang", the name of the palace, refers to the palace here.

Yan osmanthus tree is like a noble lady who came out of the palace in the morning. She was excited by the morning wind and covered with pink millet-Jin Guihua. According to Yang Tiefu's Notes on the Complete Works of Wu Mengchuang's Ci, "The Legend of Flying Swallows" says: "Zhao Feiyan lives in Zhaoyang Palace, communicating with Yu Linlang's bird shooter, ... flying swallows are exposed, breathing smoothly, and his body is comfortable without rash, and the bird shooter thinks he is immortal."

this code is used reversely here. "Strong fragrance".

The rich fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans fills all around, and it seems that there is no place to accommodate her floral fragrance. However, if the weather turns cold, although the fragrance of osmanthus still exists, osmanthus will fall like rain and snow.

"Embroidery exhibition" is a continuation. The green lawn is paved like a carpet, as if afraid that osmanthus will fall on the steps by mistake and be trampled into mud by people, and afraid that she will disappear her beautiful image like a firefly.

the five sentences of "Thirty-six palaces" are fantasy. The "Thirty-six Palace" refers to the Palace of Guanghan in the Moon.

"Zhong", that is, spade, is an agricultural tool that is inserted into the ground to dig up soil. When the poet saw the laurel tree on the ground, he looked up at the bright moon. In his imagination, Chang 'e, who lives in Guanghan Fairy Palace, was lonely and must be full of worries.

The poet couldn't help asking the world loudly: "Who can bring the' Golden Bell', and Suoxing will bring the laurel tree in the middle of the month to the earth together with the Moon Palace, and plant the laurel in the middle of this month on my west wing. In this way, Chang 'e will personally hold the lamp with white jade-like hands and drink wine with me. "

The sentence "Qiu Lai" describes oneself in reality. The poet said: "After entering autumn, I don't know how many white hairs have been added to my head? The black gauze on the head and the white hair set off, which is even more black and white.

I drink alone, and naturally I get drunk more easily. When I look at the osmanthus tree outside, I seem to feel that it is much shorter. "

sigh at the words "falling down". The poet said: "When the osmanthus is dying and the ground is covered with gold, I, a guest in stay for a long time, still can't go home to reunite with my relatives."

5. Nian Nujiao Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Dynasty: Wen Zhiming's sweet-scented osmanthus floats with jade, and the streets are full of flowers in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and bones are cold, and people are in water. 2. Poems describing or praising sweet-scented osmanthus

Huang Yuxi's poem "Don't envy three peaches and plums, sweet-scented osmanthus will become a reality and Xiang Qiu will be glorious".

Su Shi's poem "Clouds in the river are lonely, osmanthus flowers are wet, and plum blossoms are blooming". There is also Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky Osmanthus fragrans": "Why should it be light blue and deep red? It is the first among flowers."

the quatrains of the Qing dynasty, Zhang Yunao's "Pingui", say, "When the West Lake is clear in August, where can you enjoy the fragrance? There are golden millet beside Manjuelong, and the wind blows the mountains and autumn. " Although there are many poems praising Guangxi, there are also many that are sad to see the scenery, such as Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" in the Tang Dynasty: "There are crows in Bai Shu in the atrium, and osmanthus flowers in Coody Leng are silent and wet.

The moon is full of expectations tonight. I wonder whose house Qiu Si will fall into? " At the beginning, a picture of the Mid-Autumn Festival moonlit night is revealed, with "Coody Leng" and "wet" osmanthus, which implies the "coldness" of the poet's mood. The osmanthus is not only the osmanthus that actually condenses the night dew in the courtyard, but also the imagination of the poet when he looks at the moon, which refers to the legendary osmanthus tree in the moon. In this way, the poet's loneliness and sadness, lovesickness and nostalgia are in harmony with the feelings of Chang 'e, who is unique and desolate in the Guanghan Palace, making the artistic conception of the whole poem more leisurely. How many lovesickness, how many homesickness, suddenly come out. 3. Poem about Osmanthus fragrans

Part I: Eight laurel flowers

Author: Huizhou Snow

After so many years, it is still like a duckweed

The river and the sea are swaying

The autumn dusk is clear

The coolness of harvesting one crop after another

I am a child who climbed out of a kerosene lamp

Shake off all the soil. Shadow Elongation

Ten years ago, ten years later

there was always only one

and a tree of frosted osmanthus

across the sea

I remembered the year when I was unmarried

My mother sobbed and begged:

Nell, go home

for the holidays

...

Chapter 2: August. The fragrance of pages

makes the stars see the moon thin

How many lovesick people

cry their faces red in a drop of dew

Sweet-scented osmanthus

You are a subject of autumn

How many topics have spread the wind of flowers on the wings of butterflies

Even a sigh thousands of miles away

has stirred up the fragrance in a full moon glass

. Mellow

drunk in autumn

In the swaying autumn wind

Maple leaves are red

Sorghum is red

Leaves of thousands of trees can't stand straight

Even on the hillside, That little shepherd

also fell in the sickle sound of grandpa's harvest

The sun that woke up in the morning

is still remembering the autumn fragrance of yesterday evening ...

Chapter 3: Pounding osmanthus fragrance

Author: Condensing clouds to stop water

The fragrance of osmanthus is brewing in the air

Sprinkling on the shoulders of youth in large quantities

. It doesn't want the words

withered

and cold written all over the calendar book

the sunshine in September

the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus

a little bit climbs to the forehead of youth

bright and beautiful, warm and fragrant

Melancholy poets always

love and lament

the rustling sun in the west wind

they can't see it. P > How can they radiate such heat?

They bloom enthusiastically and unrestrained.

It's like the blood of youth.

It's a cold autumn.

It's an affectionate confession.

It's a stingy autumn.

It's a generous gift.

It's like waking up.

The romance of spring

It's like a return. We have glory

hanging on high branches

When the world is depressed

sighing the arrival of dusk

You use persistence to publicize your life once again

How many times have you been confused about love

How many times have you been disappointed about life

When China was old

Is your heart still

like a spring breeze? Gently bury the passing fragrance

The fragrance of osmanthus fragrans

is a soul agitation

In the dusk of life

We still have to bloom with a smile

Chapter 4: Osmanthus fragrans

Author: Drinking fish

The fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans is so dizzy and soaked in the night.

flowing black, like water, has a refreshing coolness.

when there is wind, the fragrance of osmanthus fragrans comes faintly and goes faintly.

Like a smile in the wind, it glides by.

I am like a fish, following the flowers and the smiles in the years.

the golden jade is hidden among the green leaves, just like the smile is hidden in the nodes of the years.

as we get closer, the fragrance of flowers fades.

the petals are dense in front, but the meaningful fragrance goes behind.

Like a smile in the years, the closer you get, the more confused you get.

It's like a face outlined by a simple pen, and the familiarity is unfamiliar.

It's like the back of a dream waking up suddenly, and it's clear and hazy.

The moonlight is so clear that it seems to be able to see the trajectory of flowers, leaving tactfully and intermittently.

The moonlight is so clear, and you can also see the caring gossamer, lingering and messy.

The moonlight is so clear that it dilutes the rich fragrance of flowers and becomes shallow and cool, like an uncontrollable hair.

The moonlight is so clear, but it can't understand those stops, thus lengthening the figure in vain and making it more hesitant. 4. Seven-character quatrains describing Osmanthus fragrans

1. Osmanthus fragrans leaves bai color in the evening, and the shade is light in Qiu Guang. The decadent wind zhi is still falling, Feifei night is still young. Jade dao rope is low and lacks the moon, and the golden duck version strikes the right to burn incense. Suddenly I think of my hometown, and I feel cold and return to my dream. Osmanthus fragrans by Ni Zan

2. It is not a human species, but moved from the middle of the month. A little cold and fragrant, blowing all over the mountain. Yang Wanli's ode to the laurel

3. Without planting in the silver palace, I would rather move to the jade palace. Branches give birth to infinite months, and flowers are full of natural autumn. A chivalrous man is a horse, and a fairy leaves a boat. May you be a Taoist priest and climb to stay for a long time. Li Qiao's "Gui"

4. Everything seeks glory and decline, so don't come to the temples to become silk. If you want to know where the new year's eve is, you can only say that there are cassia twigs in the mountains. Huang tingjian's "Guihua Coconut Teapot"

5. Double laurels in front of the hall. Clouds are splashing and green. Old gold and soft flowers are not yet. And love the clear yin all over the ground. Youren Xu's

6. The moon lacks thick frost and fine stems, and some flowers belong to Yutang Fairy. On the eve of Jiufengzi's fall, the toad cave branches were empty to remember the past years. The monk who broke the precepts pitied Geng Jie, while the girl who practiced skirts and streams fought Qing Yan. I hope that the public will pick up the exquisite flowers, and don't be lonely and fragrant. Su Shi's

7. The moon is short of thick frost and thin pistils. This flower belongs to Yutang Fairy. On the eve of Jiufengzi's fall, the toad cave branches were empty to remember the past years. The tattered monk pitied Geng Jie, and practiced the skirt-stream women's fighting with Qing Yan. I hope that the public will pick you up and admire you, and don't send you to the old side of the river. Su Shi's "Sending Osmanthus fragrans to Tianzhu Mountain on August 17th"

8. Lingshuang trees on Tiantai Ridge, and the ground in front of Sima Hall. One is not born in the bright moon, and teaching in the mountains is better than dust. Bai Juyi's "Gui in front of the Hall" 5. Poems describing the morning wind (the wind in the early morning)

Li Ling presented Su Wushi and the morning wind sounded in Beilin

Modern poems

Morning wind calls for dreams

Wen \ Yibai

Early morning, I hear birds chirping

11, delights in my heart

The woman I love

Are you still babbling in your dreams

Let the flowers sleep shyly at night

The intoxicated breeze falls behind helplessly

Who can caress you

Who can hold you in your arms warmly

Dreams and reality are actually.