Chrysanthemum poetry in song dynasty

Zheng er broke the cold to save the wounded. I regret the loneliness of returning from printing, and it is hard to find the old roots and seedlings of yellow flowers.

Because of the shortage of three roads, I moved to Hongmen. See chrysanthemum Vae in Changshan village shop, it is charming in late autumn, and the leisurely wild shop is also hidden in seclusion.

Why is the national fragrance hate reduced? Autumn moon and spring breeze don't understand. Xiangtai Chrysanthemum, whose real name is Xiuju, is neither red nor purple, and it is still beautiful in China.

Ambassador China and his famous embroidered chrysanthemums will plant osmanthus. In the same year, there were words of praise, and the rhyme song thanked Yu Zhuo for his strange heart and knew that he was returning from the pen.

Don't laugh at my thinness. It's good for you. There is no word for snow, and Huang Ji's song is full of reminders.

Leave heavy happiness and get drunk under the fence. On the 20th, I enjoyed the chrysanthemums on the south slope. Song Yuzhuo helped the staff climb the slope several times a day, and I was half awake and half drunk for flowers.

I'm only worried that the old autumn wind will blow away, so I'll have a drink against the wind. Move the official residence to plant chrysanthemums and return to the garden. Song Yuzhuo made a few chrysanthemums diligently, and the official talks about three roads.

It is not the sunflower in the garden that needs to be pulled, and there is no doubt that there is no job's tears. Ju Shao Song Hua Yu Juju can't tell what it means, but she doesn't go home when she knows what's going on.

Dongli kept his promise. Look at the flowers left in front of the bottle. Yang Wanli, a wild chrysanthemum song, did not become a poet, and his feelings became a double ninth festival with customs.

There is a dark color in the field of political destiny, and I hope that no one will lose fragrance. It's too late to meet the mid-levels, so I'm busy folding a yellow one.

Flowers should scoff at Dongli people and plead with Weng Tao.

2. Does anyone know when the poem describing chrysanthemum in Song Dynasty was written? Song dynasty.

Author: Hu Quan

Gao Qiu is sick and stays in Haipu, and it will be even stormier in Chongyang tomorrow.

Dumen doesn't grow moss, which makes me lonely.

Hedgehog yellow flowers are planted by hand, but how can they not bloom alone in recent days?

With the brilliance of cymbals, you were asked to write a poem last night.

Try to send frost roots in the morning, and cherish jade.

He knew very well that he had no intention of competing with Qiu Guang, so he coldly put forward the suggestion of providing for the aged.

Recalling the first time I came to the paradise, Xiyuan planted thousands of plants here.

You have to blow your hat every year to believe that everything in Nanbang is different.

I hope to be sealed and cultivated from today. How can I build a family in Zhu Ya?

Chou-heung carries Kun, and the flute is in charge of chaos.

Although you have to go back to Xi, it is not a light violation to consider returning to politics.

I'll have a drink in the English forest another day. Who will see the frost?

3. Who can tell me the famous sentences describing chrysanthemums in the Northern Song Dynasty?

In autumn, the bushes around the house are like Taoist priests, and the edges around the fence are inclined day by day.

It is not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but this flower is even more flowerless. (Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum)

(2) The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report that it would blossom peach blossoms. (Huang Chao's "On Chrysanthemums")

Stay in Qiu Lai until September 8th, when all my flowers are in bloom.

The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. (Chrysanthemum in Huang Chao)

(4) Wang Sunmo put more Artemisia selengensis, and the nine-day branch is close to the mane.

The dew is wet and autumn fragrance is full of pool shore, and the origin is not envious of tile pine height. (Zheng Gu's "Chrysanthemum")

5] the dew is wet in the lonely east, and the gold is shining on the sand.

Children in the world have no high rhyme, only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. (Fan Ceng's "Three Chrysanthemums after Double Ninth Festival")

After climbing the mountain, chrysanthemums are still fresh, and drinkers and poets are ignorant.

Just like a snobbish friend can't get on the door when he leaves the car. (Fan Ceng's "Three Chrysanthemums after Double Ninth Festival")

Once upon a time, flowers were as shy as spring flowers, and Yin Qin cultivated the west wind.

You don't need to pull the garden to understand this, just ask for a few bushes along the fence. (Chrysanthemum in Liu Kezhuang)

Being flowers don't blend with flowers, it's interesting to hedge independently.

I would rather hold incense in the branches and wait for death than be blown into the north wind! (Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum")

Pet-name ruby thin chrysanthemum is built step by step, but the eaves are deep and it is difficult to expose.

Mo Yan's roots are weak, and his feet are turned over to resist the autumn cold. (Pei Chen's "The Thin Chrysanthemum of a Little Maid")

⑽ The soil flowers can be white and red, and the evening festival is lovely.

I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind. (Zhu's "Yellow Flower")

4. Who knows which ministers in the Northern Song Dynasty were executed for writing about chrysanthemums? Other officials scolded by the staff abound, and many people were forced to commit suicide. Kaifeng is a scene of chaos and depression.

Although Qin Zong welcomed Jin people so much, Jin people were still not satisfied. They threatened to rob the city with soldiers and asked Qinzong to negotiate with Jin Ying again. Qinzong was scared out in a cold sweat. The shadow of the last trapped Golden Camp has not dispersed, and new fears have come to mind. I'm afraid I ran away this time.

At this time, Li Ruoshui and others also encouraged Qin Zong to go. After all, Qin Zong dared not go against the wishes of the Jin people and had to go to Jin Ying again. After Qin Zong arrived in Jinying, he was given a cold shoulder. Wang Zong and Han Zong didn't see him at all, so they put him in three huts in the west wing of Zhaigongjunying.

The furnishings in the room are extremely simple. Apart from the tables and chairs, there is only a heatable adobe sleeping platform and two felt mats. There were nomads outside the house, and at dusk, the door of the house was chained from behind by nomads, so the monarch and subjects of Qinzong completely lost their freedom of movement.

At this time, it is in the cold winter, and the rain and snow in Kaifeng area are continuous, and the weather is surprisingly cold. In addition to enduring hunger during the day, Qin Zong had to endure the biting cold wind at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his heart ached and his face burst into tears.

The imprisoned Qin Zong lived like a year, and his homesickness was beyond words. Song officials repeatedly asked Jin people to let Qin Zong go back, but Jin people ignored him.

On February 5, the second year of Jingkang (1 127), Qin Zong had to accept Ren Jin's invitation to watch the game with a forced smile. After the game, Qin Zong begged Jin Shuai to let him go back, but he was severely reprimanded by Han Zong. Qinzong was too scared to mention it again.

After the Jin people detained Qin Zong, they claimed that the amount of gold, silver and silks was not even one day, so they refused to release Qin Zong for one day. Song Ting heard the news and stepped up his search.

Kaifeng officials directly broke into residents' homes and searched them, which was as rampant as catching treason. The people's five families supervise and protect each other, and they can report if they have anything to hide.

Even the poor, monks and Taoist priests, craftsmen, and all kinds of people who advocate Excellence in Futian Hospital are being searched. By the end of the month, Kaifeng had collected 65,438+600,000 taels of gold, 2,000 taels of silver and 0/10,000 pieces of satin, which was far from the amount required by the Jin people.

When Song officials delivered gold and silver to Jin Ying, the Jin people were arrogant and humiliated in every way. Since Qin Zong went to Jinying, the snowstorm has continued, and people in Bianjing have no food. Ate all the leaves, cats and dogs in the city, and cut them into starvation. Coupled with the epidemic, countless people starved to death.

5. Ask the poems describing flower names in Song Dynasty. I need people as they are and flowers as red as they are.

Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. When will the lonely mountain of heaven and earth rest and the plum blossom be repaired?

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Cherish spring is often afraid of early flowering, not to mention countless red flowers.

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights, with willow tips on the moon and people around dusk. Yongmei (Wang Anshi) in front of this door last year, peach blossoms set each other off.

People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still laugh at the east wind. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.

There was nothing I could do to eliminate this situation, and then I frowned and took it to heart. How much hate, in my dream last night.

It's like swimming to the garden in the past. In Ma Rulong, where cars are like flowing water, flowers and the moon are spring breeze.

Flowers fade, red apricots are small, swallows come and people walk around in the green water. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.

Orchids are grass for blue and wood for pine. Orchids are fragrant and calm, and the cold does not change.

-Li Bai Lotus After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Chrysanthemums are planted in the west wind, but cold butterflies are hard to come by. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Plum branches in the corner, cold ling flowers alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

"Falling Flowers" Li Shangyin left as a guest, leaving the rank of the inner room and the petals, lost in my small garden. Winding along my winding path, all the way to spring.

My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.

Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Lotus (Qing) Wang Wenzhi is long in summer, with shade and green, and branches and quinoa around other peaks; The pond is still and there is no wind, and a white lotus blooms at will. Lotus (Qing) Zhang Wentao's new rain fills the pond in autumn, and the green locusts are cool after noon; No one came to Shuige on windy days, and the lotus was fragrant.

He (Qing) flew Xu Dan to Xixi Road, and he drove around the pond; Where the song sounded, two mandarin ducks flew out. Furong Qing The most pitiful thing about Zheng Banqiao is the scarlet scars and the water outside the bridge next to a small bamboo gate.

Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village. Looking back at the west wind and thinking hard, my heart ached when the reed was red and white.

There is no trace of the old garden in the autumn sky fence, and the dream is clear and the frost is clear. I missed my heart and left with the goose. I sat listening to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me to see you at Chongyang?

Appreciate chrysanthemums and try it on a sunny day in first frost. Don't stay in the cup for a long time after drinking. Who planted it in first frost a month ago? I don't care about the fence outside the threshold.

Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If the yellow flower pities the poet, it will not hang the pole today.

Chrysanthemums were planted with hoes in the autumn nursery and moved here, so they were planted in front of the fence. I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.

Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice. Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.

Moving to the chrysanthemum garden is more expensive than gold, one cluster is shallow and the other is deep. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang.

It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant. It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.

For the chrysanthemum to play the piano and think about wine, it is gratifying. Several cases are Tingting. Every other seat is divided into three roads, and the book thrower faces the autumn.

First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past. In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time.

Rogue poets who sing chrysanthemums invade unconsciously, and the stones around the fence sink. There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.

The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin. A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.

& gt If you want to peek, the curtains won't roll. The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms.

Flowers pity people, flowers are also sad, and the news outside the curtain blows through. The wind blew through the curtains, and the flowers filled the court, and the spring scenery in front of the court was twice as bad.

Idle moss courtyard door is empty, railings stand on their own feet. People cry against the east wind, and skirts stand beside peach blossoms.

Peach blossom leaves are messy, and flowers bloom in red leaves. The fog wrapped in smoke sealed 10 thousand plants, and the walls of the baking building were blurred with red.

The secret is to burn mandarin duck brocade and wake up in spring to move the pillow. The maid's golden basin is flooded, and the fragrance of spring is cold and rouge is reflected.

What is rouge? The color of flowers is tears. If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, they will flow and flatter themselves. Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and they are haggard when the flowers dry in spring.

The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and flying flowers are easy to get tired at dusk. "Lotus Beautiful Lotus" Su Dongpo Xia Baodi and Bi are naturally romantic styles.

Under the cover of thick green, a thousand beauties shine on the water, so red and so white. Every time I bow my head, it is a bright moon and a cool breeze, which is very depressing and speechless.

In the end, you have to let go, the boat will go, live in the depths of a thousand villages and see the color of Iraq. On the moonlit night by the river, the spring tide is even with the sea, and the bright moon is born on the sea.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. 1, bamboo contains new powder, and red lotus falls off.

Don Wang Wei's Living in the Mountains is the Thing II. Toast under the porch, hibiscus blooming all around. Tang's Hulin Pavilion III. The bamboo stream is not green, but the lotus flower is fragrant in the mirror.

Don't store Tang Li Bai's in a brush. 4. Round lotus leaves float, fine wheat falls, and light flowers fall. Tang Du Fu was a farmer. 5. The grass pavilion on the sand is dark, and the wild lotus on the edge of the city is red. Late Spring by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty 6. Lotus incense sits and lies, and the morning light reflects the lake.

Liu Tang Changqing "Leave a Name in Li Mingfu's Ruoxi Hall" 7. Furong was born in Qiu Jiang and didn't complain to Dongfeng. Tang monk "Shang Shang Shi Lang" 8. Deep water is windy and fragrant with rain.

Yu Hesheng Baihuazhou by Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty 9. The new lotus flowers on the stream are exposed to the water, and the greenhouse is half red and half white. Myitsone's friend "Facing the Jiangshan" 10, the lotus leaves are not studied the next day, and the colors of the lotus flowers in the sun are different.

Song Yang Wanli's "Leaving Jingzi Temple to Send to Linzi Square" 1 1, a little green and a little red, spring scenery is not necessary. Wang Anshi's pomegranate flower poem in Song Dynasty is 12. In May, ten thousand pomegranate flowers bloom brilliantly, and children are seen in the branches.

Liu Hua by Tang Hanyu.

6. Poem about Chrysanthemum in Winter 1 Cold Chrysanthemum

Song Dynasty: Zheng Sixiao

Bloom is not full of flowers, and the independent fence is not poor.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.

You bloom in autumn and never mix with flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished. I would rather die in the branches than in the cold north wind!

2. The scene of winter

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the cold frost.

Good years must be remembered, it is orange.

Lotus withered, even the lotus leaf holding the rain withered, only the flower branch that defeated chrysanthemum stood proudly in the frost. You must remember the best scenery of the year. The most beautiful scenery is in late autumn and early winter, orange and green.

3. Title Chrysanthemum

Tang Dynasty: Huang Chao

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

The autumn wind blows gently, and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

4. Sauvignon Blanc and Zhong Yishan

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.

5, partridge day, there is a history of Meishan living in the building, rhyme should be impromptu.

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Huang Juke gave birth to Han Xiao. Don't let the glass dry in life In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down.

Live, eat more. Dancing skirts and singing boards are full of joy. Yellow flowers and white hairs are holding hands, and people look at them coldly when they give them.

In the early morning of late autumn, there is a chill in the branches of Huang Ju. Life is too short. You may get drunk today. Playing flute for fun in the oblique wind and drizzle, wearing a hat upside down and picking chrysanthemum hairpin when drunk.

We should take advantage of our good health, strive for more meals and have fun with beautiful women singing and dancing. The yellow flowers on his head set off the white hair, and the proud author will show it to the world in this sparse appearance, so that they can look at it coldly.