Wutong poetry

The ancient poems describing Chinese parasol trees are as follows:

Yongwutong

Author: Zheng Banqiao

This tall tree can sweep the sky at dusk and brush away the frost in the morning. Why not in Yangzhou, which led to the phoenix inhabiting?

Huanxisha, rain, rest, Wu Tong, tears, the first harvest

Author: Nalan Xingde

Rain breaks the phoenix tree, tears begin to harvest, and self-pity and self-pity. I hate old relationships that cost money. The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty. Where are the eyebrows like hooks?

Wutongying sunset Xie

Author: Yan Lu

The setting sun is oblique and the autumn wind is cold. Whether the old friend will come or not tonight will make people do their best.

Chinese parasol

Author: Dai Shulun

South porch outside the pavilion, upright and upright. The broad leaves are green and muddy, and the flowers are even plain. Talented, personable, worthy of a bosom friend.

The following is a poem containing "Indus":

Parting from Langzhong Xue Tao

Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.

An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.

Once upon a time, it rained heavily.

One night, the hot sun turned into rain, dreaming of cool clothes.

Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.

Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.

There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field.

Beginning of autumn Liu Han

The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.

There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon.

Caisangzi Feng Yansi

The bridal chamber broke up in the middle of the night and the curtains were heavy.

The slanting moon is hazy, and the flowers are red after the rain.

The infinite sadness of the past year is still the east wind.

Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn.

Wu Ye Binary Anonymous

Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the cold geese fly south.

Buttonwood with yellow leaves.

I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.

Heartbroken Xia Wanchun.

Autumn leaves are empty, and the plane leaves are swept at night.

Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.

Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering.

After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.

Summer Zhang Shu Chen Shulan

The curtain wind is getting longer and longer, and the fragrance is fragrant in front of the court.

People preach that Lang is under the buttonwood tree, and I wish to be a phoenix.

Chen Wenshu in autumn night.

The bottom of buttonwood leaves shows the Milky Way, and it is as cold as a window.

The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.

Sentence Meng Haoran

Wei Yun is a river of light, with raindrops and phoenix trees.

One by one, I am pregnant with good control. I am Xiao Xiao and Gu.

Fangcaodu Feng Yansi

Indus falls, flowers bloom in autumn.

As soon as the smoke cooled down, the rain stopped, and the depressed scenery was just worrying.

After people leave, how much hate, in my heart.

Yan Hongyuan, strong brother resentment, he is a boundless river.

The mountains are like wearing, the moon is like hooking, the songs are scattered, the dreams are broken, and the buildings are leaning.

The young mermaid Feng Yansi.

Blue wave curtain hangs over Pearl Lake, and Yingying speaks under the curtain.

Boluo still cries for youth, and wild flowers and grass are new every year, which is hard to talk about.

Where is Shengfeng's tall building? Who can tell the bitterness?

One moment, the phoenix tree was photographed, and the tears and the east wind were beaten. I hate it.

The young mermaid Feng Yansi.

The new artistic conception of the painting hall is bleak, and pearl foil is hung at midnight.

The bridal chamber sleeps on the moon, and the phoenix tree double shadows on Zhu Xuan, in front of the steps.

Even in the high-rise buildings, there is a banquet, and the pipe is blocked and bitter.

I left my heart with a voice. Old love is hard to find and I hate it.

Picking mulberry seeds Li Yu

Pulley, golden well, phoenix tree late, several trees surprised autumn.

If it rains, worry about me, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.

Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge.

If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.

Meet in

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.

Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, [don't have a taste in your heart.

Zhegu Tian Li Qingzhao

The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost.

Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.

It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.

Qing Ping Le Yan Dao Ji

The strings are freehand, and the dense strings are broken.

The book is full of infinite things, and I still hate it.

Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is faint and hazy.

Where is the soul of a one-night dream? It's in Yang's room.

Xiang zi zi Yan Dao Ji

Late green, cold and red, fragrant and urgent.

Cherish the years, who are you with today?

Yun Lan is scattered and the figures are magnificent.

Look at Julian dying, Gong Shan getting old and complaining about the autumn wind.

Where is the moment when the waves fall and the leaves fall,

If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred.

Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.

That's where the soul disappears. On a moonlit night, the pink screen is empty.

Qing ping le Yan yi

The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall.

Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply.

Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither.

The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.

Sit at night, Zhang Lei.

No one in the house is bright in autumn, and the night frost clears first.

Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind.

Wu Wenying, Xie Lianhuan

Cool thin at dusk. I suspect that the breeze moved the bamboo, so my old friend came to Miao.

Gradually, the night grew long, and the fireflies were attracted leisurely, and the light was dull and the darkness was white.

Dreams come true in pairs, and the phoenix jade rope falls to the west.

I'm tired of practicing curtains, and I'm old and sweaty.

Silver bottles hate sinking and broken ropes. Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.

The shadow of the moon and the bright moon are idle, and the dust has already damaged painters, and Chushan will abide by the agreement.

The green is cold and the red is red. I'm afraid to dive in the West Pool.

Remember Hunan and Hubei, crimson and black. Withered flowers and fallen calyx.

Zhou Zizhi, Zhejiang

When a little residual red is about to run out.

The screen is full of cool autumn air.

It rained on the plane leaves in the middle of the night.

The sound of leaves parting.

Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.

At that time, they sang partridge words together.

It's windy and rainy now,

I shed tears when I didn't hear the song clearly.

Bodhisattva Zhushu Needle

Autumn sounds rise and fall, and humming adds sorrow.

Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.

Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil?

Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.

Zhu is in the autumn night.

The night is sleepless, the autumn wind is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut to night.

The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.

Qingjiang takes money from Lin.

Kindness has rested in the fans and has been preserved in the sad season.

A phoenix tree leaves, anvil pestle for thousands of months, and there is a lot of iron outside the eaves.

Fuck Meng Jiao.

The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together.

Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.

Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well!

Dingxi fanweizhuang

Pick up all the golden light, shine, people are burning, slowly leak, when they are awake.

Leaning against the silver screen, I was speechless and worried about my brow.

Smothering the rain with phoenix trees, dripping acacia.

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Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si.

The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Xiangzi Li Qingzhao

The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad.

Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.

You come and I go, don't meet.

I haven't seen you for years,

Want to leave love, don't hate poverty.

Penny Weaver, this is just separation.

The weather is sunny, rainy and windy.

Qin Yi's "Li E Qing Zhao"

Forest and Luanshan smoke lamp protection.

The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!

Li Bai, Xie Tiao North Building, Qiudeng Xuancheng

In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.

Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.

Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?