Poetry about the blooming red flowers

1. Poems about red flowers

1. "Red Flowers Can Qingqing" by Yuan Wangmian "Miscellaneous Yin No. 2"

2. Red Flowers are Beautiful Fangyuan Wang Mian's "Thirty Rhymes of Human Relations and Customs from Cuizhen to Jeju"

3. Looking at the Red Flowers and Fusang Kingdom Liu Jiangsun of the Song Dynasty "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Looking at the East Wind"

4. A tree of red flowers reflects green waves, Tang Yang Juyuan's "Looking at Flowers by the Water"

5. The red flowers also look like a white-headed man, Tang Zhang Xiaobiao, "Inscribed on Hangzhou Zhangting Station"

6. Red flowers cover the stone altar in Song Dynasty Li Yuan's "Guan Lian Nu Zhen Burial"

7. Red flowers bloom and snowflakes bloom in Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun's "Apricot Blossom"

8. Blue and red flowers Liu Zhengyan Yuanyuan Haowen's "Two Poems on Qinyuan Spring New Year's Eve"

9. "Linjiangxian·Bo Chong Luojia Mountain Jihao" by Yuanshan Master in front of Honghua Dansuoyan

10. The river is full of red flowers and green bamboos, Gaoyuan Wang Mian's "Encountering Zhaorui Palace Second Rhyme No. 1" 2. What are the poems describing "red flowers"

1. The mountains are full of red flowers, and the spring water of the Shu River is Photograph the mountain stream.

"Bamboo Branch Poems: The Mountains Are Full of Red Flowers" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River beats the mountain flow.

The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.

Definition:

Translation

In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are in full bloom, and the water of the Shu River laps at the cliffs nearby. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was like the peach blossoms, and her infinite sorrow was like the endless river.

2. There are two or three houses in the deep river and quiet bamboos, and the troubled red flowers reflect the white flowers.

"Seven Quatrains of Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers.

To repay the spring sunshine, you should spend your life with fine wine.

Definition:

There are two or three families living in the quiet bamboo forest on the bank of the Shenjiang River, with the provocative red flowers set off against the white flowers. I have a place to repay the kindness of spring, and the oars in the hotel can send my years away.

3. Hundreds of chirps and thousands of sounds move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

"Thrush" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Hundreds of thousands of chirps move at will, the mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest.

Definition:

The blackbird sings thousands of times, flying in the forest according to its own thoughts, and shuttles freely among the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers. . Only now do I know: The cry of the thrush locked in the golden cage I heard before is far inferior to the free singing when wandering in the forest.

4. As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red.

"Nanxiangzi·The Road Enters Nanzhong" Five Dynasties: Ouyang Jiong

As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red. People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans after a light rain, and their bare hands are raised under the trees.

Definition:

As the road enters the hinterland of Lingnan, the purple-red Polygonum flowers on the waterside reflect the dark green of the palm leaves. After a light rain, every family gathered red beans. Their slender hands were spread under the trees, and they were as white as jade.

5. Ye Cui originally has shy eyebrows, but the blush is as strong as the cheeks.

"Song of Lotus Picking" Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Returning from picking lotuses, dressed in green water and hibiscus. The autumn wind stirs the waves and the geese fly. The osmanthus and orchids are under the Changpu, and the oars are gently swayed by the jade wrists in the skirts.

The Yeyu flower pool is extremely flat, and the river is full of lovesickness. Lovesickness is painful, and good times cannot last.

The soldiers outside the Great Wall have not yet returned, and it is already dusk picking lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. It's dusk now, I'm picking lotus flowers.

Qu will definitely be a prostitute now. The mulberry leaves in the south of the official road are like picking lotus flowers on the river.

The lotus is a lotus, and the flowers and leaves are so dense. Ye Cui's brows are shy, but the blush is as strong as her cheeks.

The beauty is no longer here, and I look forward to separation. Pull the flowers to pity the stems, break the lotus roots and love the silk threads.

Old feelings have nowhere to go, and new things come from China. I don't hesitate to pay tribute to Xijin, but I am ashamed of Beihaiyan's late writing.

There are rhythms in the lotus-picking songs, and the lotus-picking night does not stop. It is the time when the wind is rising over the mighty river, and the moon is rising over the wandering river.

Wandering around Lianpu and meeting each other at night, Wu Ji Yue’s daughter is so beautiful! ***Ask Hanjiang thousands of miles away, how heavy is the Zhengkeguan Mountain Road?

Definition:

Returning from lotus picking, the lotus flowers are as lush as clothes and covered with green water, the autumn wind blows the waves, and wild ducks and geese fly. She rowed a lotus boat to the shore, wearing a silk skirt and gently rocking the oar with her jade wrist. Looking from a distance, there are lotus leaves and lotus flowers between the island and the deep pool, and Jiangnan folk songs are heard, adding to the pain of lovesickness. The longing for lovesickness is painful, and the days of meeting each other cannot be kept. The expedition outside the Great Wall still hasn't returned, and it's already dusk again to collect lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. It is already sunset, picking lotus flowers.

They may not all be prostitutes. How can picking mulberry leaves on Chengnan Avenue compare with picking lotus flowers on the river? Lotus, there is a lotus, the flowers and leaves are so dense and overlapping. Although the lotus leaves are green, they are shy compared to the eyebrows. The red lotus flowers are barely comparable to the beautiful cheeks. The person I miss is not here, and I look forward to the time of separation. If you touch the flower, you will love and pity its two pedicles; if you break the lotus root, you will love and pity its silk threads.

The joy of the past is nowhere to be found, and the lotus flowers in front of me are in vain. I don't care about the gift of Xijin, but I am still worried that Beihai Yanshu is too late. The lotus-picking song has a rhythm, and the lotus-picking does not stop all night long. Just when the river wind is blowing, the river moon is lingering. The moon shadow moves slowly, Lianpu meets each other at night, and there are so many Wu Ji and Yue girls. They asked each other about the journey to Guanshan, thousands of miles away from Hanjiang River, and news about their husbands.

6. Sit down and take a look around, you will see red flowers and green willows and orioles singing randomly, and thousands of houses and wells are connected to the stream.

"Send Li Sima off in the West Pavilion" Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen

To the west of Gao Gao Pavilion's county city, it rises thousands of feet straight up to the level of the clouds. Try climbing up the edge of the cliff, and the mountains will fly downward.

My five horses are neighing for half a day, and the silk rope and jade pot are carried for you. Sitting there, I could see nothing but red flowers and green willows and warblers singing, and thousands of houses and wells connected back to the stream.

When I was still drunk at the wine shop, I heard about the chicken in the evening, so I wrote and wrote the paper for you. I am sorry to explain it to you. The grass is luxuriant and there are no horseshoes.

Interpretation:

The high pavilion is located to the west of the county town, rising thousands of feet up to the level of the floating clouds. Climbing along the cliff towards the top of the mountain, the birds feel lower when looking down from the mountains. The horses neighed in the sky for half a day, and the wine was played for friends.

Sitting on the pavilion, you can see the endless horizon. Red flowers and green willows are everywhere, warblers are singing, and thousands of households are connected to the winding creek. When I was still drunk, I heard the rooster crow in the evening. I picked up a pen and wrote a poem to say goodbye to my friend. I wrote a poem for you. I am sad to see you apart. The spring grass is luxuriant and there are no horse hooves.

3. Ancient poems about red flowers

1. Frost leaves are as red as February flowers

Tang Dynasty

Du Mu

"Mountain Journey"

2. After the rain, the remaining flowers fall to the ground red

Tang Dynasty

Feng Yansi

"Picking Mulberries·Singing and Playing in the Bridal Room Late at Night"

3. The ground is full of red buttercups

Tang Dynasty

Feng Yansi

"Nanxiangzi·Dry Rain Weeps in the Autumn Wind"

4. The flowers in the forest have faded in spring

Tang

Li Yu

"Happy Meeting·The flowers in the forest have faded in spring"

5. The Lonely Red Palace Flower

Tang

Yuan Zhen

"The Palace"

6. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is a good place to drink wine When there is no need for flags, red banners and green covers in front and behind, the painted boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist is misty and the rain is slightly filled with music and songs, and I return home drunk

Song Dynasty

Ouyang Xiu

"Picking Mulberries·The West Lake is Beautiful After the Lotuses Bloom"

7. This year's flowers are more red than last year

Song Dynasty

Ouyang Xiu

"Lang Tao" Sha · To wish the east wind the wine"

8. The flowers are clear and the curtains are red

Song Dynasty

Chen Ke

"Bodhisattva Man · Chilan "The bridge is full of fragrance and the street is straight" 4. Poems with flowers

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud Protect the flowers more

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me.

It’s late in spring when the swallows don’t return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers.

The fallen plum blossoms have passed the remaining wax, and it’s a new year to return to my hometown.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

In April, the south wind blows brightly and the trees grow yellow, while the jujube flowers have not fallen yet and the tung trees grow in the shade.

The moon is melting in the pear flower courtyard, and the catkins pond is lightly blown by the wind.

On the lower road of Linping Mountain in May, there are countless lotus flowers all over Tingzhou.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

No one can be seen in the plum blossoms and bamboos, and I am blowing incense across the stone bridge all night.

The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who will the swallows fly next to when returning home?

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, so Asakusa can have no horse hooves

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold

The Xunyang River sees off guests the first night, Maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.

Last year on this day, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.

The ancient palace is lonely, and the palace flowers are lonely and red.

The spring breeze makes horses hoofy, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

Before the results were released in Dongdu, thirty-three people returned on horseback.

The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.

Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Even if the wind blew away overnight, there were only reed flowers by the shallow water.

When the poplar flowers have fallen away and the children are crowing, I hear the dragon marking the road crossing the five streams.

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. 5. Sentences describing red flowers

1. The flowers are like thousands of pieces of danxia, ??a thousand layers of red brocade. It’s so gorgeous.

2. The wild flowers became more beautiful after being bathed in them. They were as delicate as the face of a newly mature girl. 3. The lilacs were brilliant like crazy. The whole garden was filled with purple waves, and their fragrant aroma was splashed in the air like wine.

4. The hillside is covered with greenery, blooming with colorful flowers, like a large piece of emerald inlaid with various exotic gems and stones. 5. The petals are as white as suet, shaped like ivory, white and transparent, exquisite and clear. 6. Looking around, the garden is filled with red plum trees and emerald green. The wind sways the flower branches and the fields are fragrant, just like pieces of colorful clouds, scattered on the white snow. Between the hillside and the glossy green leaves stand thousands of large double-petaled flowers, so red and bright that each flower is like a burning flame.

8. The white magnolia flowers are lightly dressed, crystal clear and graceful. 9. These are plum blossoms, including red plums, white plums, green plums, and cinnabar plums, one for each tree, and each plum blossom is a poem for the same tree.

10. The flower is as big as a celadon bowl. It looks like it was fished out of an ancient pool. It is full of water, graceful and beautiful. 11. The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms particularly luxuriantly this year, with clusters of small pale yellow flowers covering the branches layer by layer.

12. There are some uneven blue, purple, goose yellow and pink-green wild flowers in the grass, like an uneven carpet spread by the water. 13. Flowers of all colors are blooming in brilliant colors, as if a colorful cloud has fallen from the sky, and several oil paintings have been unfolded.

14. The golden dandelions bloomed, like bright stars scattered on the green velvet carpet. 15. The slender branches are covered with magnificent flowers, the flowers are as red as fire, the stamens are as yellow as flames, and they are full of heroic appearance.

16. In the gentle spring breeze, the petals are like silver frost flowers, like transparent jade chips, like washed rouge. 17. Tulips bloom like little bundles of flames.

18. The fiery red Panzhihua is like a bright red morning mist floating in the valley. 19. One or two blooming water-red lotus trees are like girls shyly showing their red faces and welcoming smiles.

20. The little blue morning glory lowered its head lovingly, as if waiting for someone to touch her. 21. Violet blooms with many light blue flowers as bright as a child's eyes.

22. It has not yet fully bloomed. A few delicate petals are curled shyly around its moist heart. There are two or three crystal dewdrops shining on the flower. 23. Blooming roses give people a certain unkempt look. Just like a woman with disheveled hair, she looks frivolous and vulgar.

24. Daffodils are in full bloom. The slender flower stalks hold golden tassels, swaying in the evening breeze. 25. There are clusters of crocuses, including golden, pink, and purple. But they have passed their prime season at this time, and they are all deaf and withered, like pale snow flakes.

26. There are hundreds of apricot blossoms. They are like spitting fire and steaming clouds. 27. Several large bluebells stick out their lavender faces from the dark yellow dead grass - this is the first sleep flower to bloom in Polesier. 28. The dragon's claw branches of the single-plank bridge are covered with pine flowers. , looking under the moonlight, some look like scales and some look like clouds.

29. Pale cyan, blue and lavender cornflowers peek out from the middle of the slender grass stems. 30. The colorful cherry blossoms, black purple, flame red, spotted and golden, cover the earth like a velvet tapestry.

31. There are about a dozen lotus flowers in the lake, with clear water dripping from the buds and water drops rolling around on the lotus leaves. 32. The yellow flowers melt into one color and burn like a golden ocean.

33. Under the setting sun, the bright red flowers of Shandan flower shine in human eyes. They are so red that they seem to bleed from inside. They are extremely pretty. 34. The little Milan flower is as delicate as broken jade.

35. The wild rose happily bloomed with flowers like small red fruits. 36. The azaleas clustered together, bright red, like spitting flames, like burning clouds, like fluttering red silk . (Inspirational World) 37. The dense strings of yellow buds of firecracker flowers bloom so enthusiastically, like strings of burning firecrackers.

38. Winter jasmine flowers are like parabolas, thrown in all directions from one point, with no horizontal branches slanting out. They are bunches in clusters, as dark green as green. 39. The wild flowers all over the mountains and fields have bloomed like fire and tea. 40. The blooming Lingling incense exudes a honey-like fragrance, making people intoxicated. 41. Look, the pomegranate flowers are gradually turning red. , gradually split into four petals from the top, no matter how sharp the scissors are, it can't be cut out of that auspicious shape.

42. The water chestnut has small golden flowers, dotted with stars, floating on the water, sandwiched among the really green cattails. From a distance, these small flowers are connected into a yellow Huhu. 43. In the snowy field, there are blood-red camellias, single-petaled plum blossoms with hints of green in the white, dark yellow sweet-smelling wintersweet flowers, and a patch of green weeds under the snow. 44. Both sides of the bank are covered with wild flowers that are taller than a horse's head. They are red, yellow, blue, white and purple. They are colorful, stretching like endless tapestry, as dazzling as the colorful clouds on the horizon, and as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky. 45. Dandelion The yellow flowers are blooming gorgeously - small and delicate, like some chicken chicks. They flutter and laugh, looking so kind and cute.

46. High up, the magnolia swayed its buds gently, like ivory incense burners, exuding bursts of fragrance more elegant than the incense burned in the church. 47. The water lily has small flowers with intricate pistils, like purple butterflies flying on it.

48. The small flowers glow bright blue, like a child blinking in the dazzling light. 49. The flying eagle's claw flower not only looks like an eagle's claws, but also looks like an eagle flapping its wings. 6. What are the poems about red flowers?

1. "Hong Kong Charming Flowers" written by Yuan Wangmian "Part 2" 2. "Red Flowers Blooming" by Chu Fangyuan Wang Mian "From Cui Zhen to Jeju Human Relations and Customs" Lamentable Thirty Rhymes" 3. Looking at the Red Flowers and Fusang Kingdom Liu Jiangsun of the Song Dynasty "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Looking at the East Wind" 4. A red flower on a tree reflects the green waves Tang Yang Juyuan's "Looking at Flowers by the Water" 5. Red Flowers Return Like a white-headed man, Zhang Xiaobiao of the Tang Dynasty "Inscribed on Hangzhou Zhangting Station" 6. Red flowers cover the stone altar in Song Dynasty Li Yuan's "Guan Lian Jurchen Burial" 7. Red flowers bloom and snowflakes bloom in Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun's "Apricot Blossom" 8. Blue and red flowers and willows compete for Yanyuan Yuan Haowen's "Two Poems on New Year's Eve in Qinyuan Spring" 9. "Linjiang Immortal· Bo Chong Luojia Mountain Jihao" by Yuan Shanzhu in front of the Suoyan Red Flowers "Second Rhyme One". 7. Ten poems about flowers

1. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom. (Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital")

2. The spring is late when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the mist and rain. (Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion")

3. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream")

4. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun")

5. Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Shishi")

6. The scattered plum blossoms have passed the remaining wax, and it is a new year to return to the hometown. (Li Pin's "Send Off a Friend in Hukou")

7. On the Double Ninth Festival, come and buy chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village")

8. In April, the south wind turns yellow, and the jujube flowers have not yet fallen, and the tung trees grow in the shade. (Li Qi's "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu")

9. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong")

10. The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond. (Yan Shu's "Implication")

11. In May, on the road down Linping Mountain, there are countless lotus flowers all over Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Daozhong") 8. Poems describing flowers blooming in spring

Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital [Cen Shen] The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the snow is flying in August. .

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. It scatters into the bead curtain and wets the Luo curtain, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and cold.

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

Peach Blossoms at Dalin Temple By Bai Juyi In April, the beauty of the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. Everlasting regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.

Titled by Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty in Nanzhuang, Capital City. On this day last year, in this gate, the peach blossoms on the human face contrasted with each other. I don’t know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.

Spring Dawn, Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran Sleeping in spring, I can't wake up to dawn, I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, I know how many flowers have fallen. "Hai Liu" Wen Tingyun The sea durian is as red as fire, and the spring breeze is announced first. The leaves are randomly cut green, and the flowers are suitable for red hair.

Wax beads are gathered into pedicles, and silk ribbons are cut into clusters. Zheng Yi thinks about it a lot, and smiles at each other.

"Spring Outlook in Hangzhou" by Bai Juyi The Wanghai Tower shines brightly in the morning glow, and the embankments protecting the river are white on the clear sand. The sound of waves fills the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house.

The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while the pear blossoms are blooming. I don’t know if these are of any use to you. Who opened the southwest road of Husi? The grass is green and the skirt is slanted.