A collection of ancient poems about cherry blossoms in Wuhan

The cherry blossoms are naturally something to be admired, but the people who admire them are also a sight to behold. Being among the cherry blossoms, even if you don’t come here to enjoy the flowers, you can’t help but become a flower-viewer. Below I have compiled ancient poems about cherry blossoms, welcome to read them.

Ancient poems about cherry blossoms

"Repaying Yuan Zong's Slips in Sickness"

Zhang Ji of Tang Dynasty

A new red cherry tree was planted in the small garden, so you can take a leisurely walk around the flowers.

Why bother to follow the pommel horse team, rushing through the mud and rain at the head of the winding river.

"Reward for the Minister of Han and Dr. Zhang to visit Qujiang after the rain to see the mail"

Tang Bai Juyi

Where mourning kites are rushed, cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of poplars .

The old daughter of the owner is not for sale, and it is half a month during the day.

Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and she is watching from the same wall during the Qingming Festival.

Returning to the fifth watch, the swallows in Liangjian sighed.

"Four Untitled Poems" No. 4

Tang Li Shangyin

Yesterday the snow was like flowers, today the flowers are like snow.

Mountain cherry blossoms are like beauties, whose beauty fades easily.

It’s much like today last year, but the hatred is still the same.

The pair of servant girls are disheveled and haggard,

The breasts are red with tears.

Where is the pain of lovesickness, the screen window is drunk in dreams.

"Seven Wonders? Poem of Skills"

Su Manshu

In the spring rain, when the eight-foot flute is played at the head of the building, when will we return to watch the tide in Zhejiang?

No one recognizes the broken mango shoes and walks across the cherry blossom bridge.

"Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"

Cherry Blossom Burial

In winter, when the weather is cold and the soul is awake, the spring rain washes away the dust and smoke.

The warmth of the wind has faded away, and the sunset is almost breathtaking.

It is as bright as brocade and charming, and its fragrance is faintly amusing.

Where are the flowers in the dream, nuclear bombs leveled Mount Fuji!

"Sakura Falls"

Su Manshu

Ten Days of Cherry Blossoms When my heart blooms, how can I cherish the beauty of the flowers for a thousand days?

Yesterday, the wind and rain hit us hard. Who can express this sorrow to man and heaven?

I can’t bear to see the beautiful bones buried in the sand. Clear tears drop into the deep cup.

Passionate memories of his past years have long since faded.

"Sakura"

Deng (Pu) Erya

Yesterday the snow was like flowers. Today the flowers are like snow. Mountain cherry blossoms are like beauties, whose beauty fades easily.

"Poems about Tokyo Miscellaneous Affairs"

Yu Hua

The man in the painting of the mysterious building under the tree is drunk with gold hairpins. The shadow of the car is hurried away, and the cherry blossoms are ten miles away and the dust is ten miles away.

Wanjiajing is covered with green poplar smoke. Cherry blossoms bloom in April. Ten miles along the Sumida River, I watched the flower boats in the spring breeze and drizzle.

Zhou Enlai in Modern Times

The cherry blossoms are red on the streets, the willows are green beside the pond; in the sound of swallows, another year of lovesickness is heard.

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

“A new red cherry tree is planted in the small garden, and you can take a leisurely stroll around the branches.”

Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

Where mourning kites are rushed, cherry blossoms will always hang on the shore.

How long will the cherry blossoms bloom? The willows, green and pink will remain unknown.

I advise you not to ask about Fangfei Festival, the storm in my hometown is miserable.

Modern Su Manshu

Every word has a new sound and a bead, turning the throat is suspected of hitting coral.

When listening, there is some sound in the sitting part, but after singing, there is no sound in the cherry blossom leaves.

Hanpu despises the idea of ??using it in vain, and Linqiong uses it in vain.

Anyone who has to stay in a brothel is a fairy, not a husband.

Tang Xue Neng

A charming smile charms the east wall, but a charming charm finally defeats Begonia. The color is not sloppy, but the wind is fragrant. The garden blooms with pictures every day, and the silk pipes take advantage of the bright sunshine with affection. Weirdly, he has been drunk recently, and he is hardly going crazy as a young man.

Viewing cherry blossoms at Xiangdao

Huang Jigang

The spring breeze is blown by the wide embankment, and the flowers are blooming again. The elixir reflects the sun's rays and charms the people of this city. The fairy clouds are ethereal, and the road construction is clear. The guest's heart is afraid of clouds, and the desire is lingering with spring. The lights are dim and the waves are lingering. How can it be said that I am happy in a moment, and I am thinking about sorrow when I turn over my order. Therefore, there is so much beauty in the world, why live in Penglai?

Sakura

Deng (Pu) Erya

Yesterday the snow was like flowers. Today the flowers are like snow. Mountain cherry blossoms are like beauties, whose beauty fades easily.

Tokyo Miscellaneous Poems

Yu Hua

The man in the painting of the mysterious building under the tree, the gold hairpin is drunk in the late spring. The shadow of the car is hurried away, and the cherry blossoms are everywhere.

Sakura

Lu Zhenbai

There is a beautiful woman in the east neighbor, whose elegance is extraordinary. They are surrounded by layers of pearls and clusters of brocade. The peach and plum blossoms are worthy of each other, and they are fighting for the east wind. As if the calyx is green and flowery, the clever steps are fragrant. The mist drags the light train, and the divine light suddenly comes and goes. This year the flowers are more abundant, lighting up the sea and the morning sun. There is Zhitian in the world, but it is better than Pengshanqu. Thousands of miles away, there are fairy trees, weak water and vast green.

Six Songs of Cherry Blossoms

Fan Shuhan

Come to see the flowers on Yangming Mountain, and see the red clouds and the morning glow. Laughing at his poor fate and pitying his thinness, wandering in the east wind, so he wrote a poem.

Who blows the orchid air up to the high branches, and is decorated with green and fat to show their beauty. The ninety-year spring sunshine cannot be retained, so the wind, rain and fragrance are cut off.

Blooming all over the mountains and rivers, there are piles of rouge and tears. Even if he is rewarded by people of his time, he can't help but be destroyed overnight.

I also saw the branches full of flowers, the peach blossoms and the plum blossoms. I know who I am all my life, and I have Fusang clogs together.

The charming figure brings drunken beauty, carrying the clouds and dragging the rain across the front river. The falling yin is very delicate and carefree, half turning into spring mud and half turning into smoke.

The light smoke gradually spreads out, and the beauty and beauty are competing for spring. Donghuang's makeup was clever and he was busy looking at the flowers for no reason.