Bai Juyi's Poems of Red Flowers and Green Waves

1. Bai Juyi's poems of red flowers and green waves

2. Red flower poems

Bai Juyi's poem about red flowers and green waves is 1. What poems does Bai Juyi have about red flowers and green waters? ..

Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple are in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple are in full bloom.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. The four wonders and Mujiang songs are covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. The word recalls Jiangnan Jiangnan, and the scenery has been familiar.

At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Five-law Ford Guyuan grass bid farewell to the boundless grassland and come and go with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Yuefu pipa will see me off. At night, on the banks of Xunyang River, maple leaves and rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.

Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.

By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are hard to hear. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.

Lv Qi Qiantang Lake traveled to Jiating West, north of Gushan Temple in spring. At first, the water level was low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Seven Laws and Topics Yueyang Tower Yueyang City has been in the water for a long time, and it is dangerous to go to a dangerous building alone. In spring, the green color echoes the vegetation in Dongting Lake in the distance, and the rosy clouds echo the red waves in the lake in the evening. The red waves are close at hand and seem to be the capital Chang 'an.

The old ape on the shore stood on the tree and cried miserably, and the geese in the sky had a hard time flying over the boundless lake. This place is magnificent and beautiful. It can only be painted as a barrier and hung in the lobby of your rich people for their appreciation.

Gu Wuguan's wheat field family is less idle in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor woman with a child on her back. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad. The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day. Seven unique and eleven drunk memories of nine flowers break the spring sorrow, drunk flowers make wine crumbs.

It suddenly occurred to me that my old friend is far away from home, so I can only count that you are traveling in Liangzhou today. Your writing is quiet, and the bell and drum tower are long.

Sitting alone in the dusk, who is the companion, Ziweihua vs Ziweilang. When I think of Jiang Nanyi in the south of the Yangtze River, I remember Hangzhou best: looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion, when will I revisit my old place? There are four unique lotus picking techniques, with rough waves and lingering clouds, and the boats in the depths of the lotus are connected.

Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water. An emperor of China, who yearned for beauty enough to shake an empire, searched hard for many years, but never found it.

Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her. However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride. On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing. He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.

Her sisters and brothers were both given titles, a poor portal. When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate. People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. A golden finch with green wings scratched his head. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky. He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking.

On the same day, in last contact, the train was heading home. At this time, I hesitated to go. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital. Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? . Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, two.

2. What poems does Bai Juyi have about red flowers and green waters? ..

Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple are in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple are in full bloom.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. The four wonders and Mujiang songs are covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. The word recalls Jiangnan Jiangnan, and the scenery has been familiar.

At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Five-law Ford Guyuan grass bid farewell to the boundless grassland and come and go with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Yuefu pipa will see me off. At night, on the banks of Xunyang River, maple leaves and rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.

Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.

By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are hard to hear. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.

At the beginning, the water level in Jiating West, north of Gushan Temple in Qiantang Lake, Lv Qi, was low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Seven Laws and Topics Yueyang Tower Yueyang City has been in the water for a long time, and it is dangerous to go to a dangerous building alone. In spring, the green color echoes the vegetation in Dongting Lake in the distance, and the rosy clouds echo the red waves in the lake in the evening. The red waves are close at hand and seem to be the capital Chang 'an.

The old ape on the shore stood on the tree and cried miserably, and the geese in the sky had a hard time flying over the boundless lake. This place is magnificent and beautiful. It can only be painted as a barrier and hung in the lobby of your rich people for their appreciation.

Gu Wuguan's wheat field family is less idle in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor woman with a child on her back. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad. The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day. Seven unique and eleven drunk memories of nine flowers break the spring sorrow, drunk flowers make wine crumbs.

It suddenly occurred to me that my old friend is far away from home, so I can only count that you are traveling in Liangzhou today. Your writing is quiet, and the bell and drum tower are long.

Sitting alone in the dusk, who is the companion, Ziweihua vs Ziweilang. When I think of Jiang Nanyi in the south of the Yangtze River, I remember Hangzhou best: looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion, when will I revisit my old place? There are four unique lotus picking techniques, with rough waves and lingering clouds, and the boats in the depths of the lotus are connected.

Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water. An emperor of China, who yearned for beauty enough to shake an empire, searched hard for many years, but never found it.

Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her. However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride. On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing. He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.

Her sisters and brothers were both given titles, a poor portal. When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate. People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. A golden finch with green wings scratched his head. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky. He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking.

On the same day, in last contact, the train was heading home. At this time, I hesitated to go. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital. Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? . Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, two.

A poem about safflower 1. What poems describe "red flowers"?

1, peach blossoms are everywhere, and the spring water in the Shu River hits the mountain stream.

Zhu Zhici, Peach Blossom, Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff.

A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.

Explanation:

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In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are blooming brightly, and the Shu River is patting the cliff next to it. A girl saw it and felt that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, while infinite sadness was like this endless river.

2, Jiang Shen Zhu Jing Ersan, eventful red flowers reflect white flowers.

Looking for flowers in the river: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers.

I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.

Explanation:

There are two or three families living in the quiet bamboo forest next to the deep river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the splendid spring scenery, and the Joan oars in the hotel can send away my years.

3, a hundred tones follow the heart, and the mountain flowers are red and purple.

Song Dynasty thrush: Ouyang Xiu

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.

Explanation:

Thrush birds are full of songs, flying in the forest with their own thoughts, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers. Now I know: I once heard the cry of a thrush in a golden cage, which was far less than the free singing when I wandered in the forest.

4. When the road enters the south, the leaves of Aralia pinnata are dark red.

Five Dynasties Nanxiangzi Road into South China: Ouyang Jiong

This road enters the hinterland of Lingnan, and the Polygonum hydropiper beside the water is purple and red, reflecting dark green brown leaves. After a light rain, every household went to pick red beans, delicate hands and a pair of white jade under the tree.

Explanation:

Entering the hinterland of Lingnan, Polygonum hydropiper at the water's edge is purple, reflecting the dark green of palm leaves. After a light rain, everyone collects red beans and turns up delicate little hands and a pair of white jade under the tree.

5, Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is as red as his cheeks.

Wang Bo, the Song of Picking Lotus in Tang Dynasty

Picking lotus leaves, green water hibiscus clothes. The autumn wind makes waves and geese fly. Gui Lan grows radially downward, and the jade skirt is lightly scratched.

The flower ponds in Yu Ye are extremely flat, and the river is getting bitter. Acacia is bitter, but the ceremony cannot stay.

The husband beyond the Great Wall has not returned, and it is dusk to pick lotus in Jiangnan. Today is dusk, picking lotus.

Canal will be a prostitute. Picking mulberry leaves in Lunan is not as good as picking lotus on the river.

Lotus after lotus, why should the flowers and leaves be broken? Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks.

Looking forward to leaving when the beauty is away. Love flowers, love lotus roots.

So, where there is no love, new things come from China. I did not hesitate to pay attention to the Western Jin Dynasty, and I was ashamed of the delay in writing geese in Beihai.

Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested. Just as the mighty river prevailed, it was worth visiting the river last month.

Meet in Lianpu at night, Wu Nv! * * * Ask Guanshan Road, thousands of miles away from the Han River, how heavy is it to collect a guest?

Explanation:

After picking the lotus, the lotus is lush, the green water is like clothes, the autumn wind blows the waves, and the wild ducks and geese fly. Row the lotus boat to the shore, wear a silk skirt, and gently paddle the jade wrist. Looking from a distance, there are lotus leaves and lotus flowers between the island and the deep pool, and there are folk songs in the south of the Yangtze River, which adds to the suffering of lovesickness. Acacia is bitter, so we can't stay on the day of meeting. The Great Wall hasn't recruited people yet, and it's dusk to pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. It's dusk, picking lotus.

They are not all prostitutes. Picking mulberry leaves on the south avenue is not as good as picking lotus on the river. Lotus, there is a lotus, how thick and overlapping the leaves are. Although the lotus leaf is green, compared with the eyebrows, it is shy and pale, and the red-violet can barely match the beautiful cheeks. The person you miss is not here, looking forward to leaving. Affect flowers and love their two pedicels; Broken lotus root, love its lotus root silk constantly.

The happiness before was nowhere to be found, but the lotus in front of me was in vain. I don't care about the gifts of the Western Jin Dynasty, but I'm also worried that it's too late to write a book about Beihai Goose. Lotus picking songs have a beat, and lotus picking has not stopped all night. Just as the wind of the river is mighty, so is the wandering of the river and the moon. The moon moves slowly, Lianpu meets in the middle of the night, and there are so many Wu Ji and Yue Nv. Ask each other about the trip to Guanshan and the news that her husband was recruiting in the Han River thousands of miles away.

6, sit and look at it without a clue, red flowers and green willows are hoarse, and thousands of wells are connected back to the stream.

Xiting sends Li Sima to Tang Dynasty: Cen Can.

Gaoting County is west, straight to thousands of feet and Yun Qi. The cliff side wall is trying to climb, and the mountain is low and the bird is low.

Make the king five horses and a half hiss, and the silk rope jade pot is the king. Sitting without a clue, red flowers and green warblers crow, and thousands of wells connect back to the stream.

The restaurant is not drunk enough to smell the evening chicken, so you can write and practice paper to do the topic. Thank you for your help on your topic. The grass grows and the warbler flies, but there is no horseshoe.

Explanation:

The shelf is in the west of the county seat, straight up to thousands of feet, facing the clouds. Climbing along the cliff to the top of the mountain, the mountains feel the birds descending. Today, half the sky, the horse neighing, that pot of wine was originally for friends.

Sitting on the pavilion, as far as the eye can see, red flowers and green willows are everywhere, and thousands of families are connected by meanders. Drunk as a fiddler, listening to the cock crow in the evening, wrote a poem to bid farewell to friends; Writing poems for you, parting from sorrow, spring grass growing, no horseshoe.

2. Ancient poems about safflower

1, the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

the Tang Dynasty

Du Mu

Mountain travel

2. The flowers are red after the rain.

the Tang Dynasty

Feng Yansi

Picking mulberry seeds and singing in the bridal chamber late at night

3. Red is everywhere in Jin Fenghua.

the Tang Dynasty

Feng Yansi

South alley, drizzle and autumn wind

4. Hua Lin Xie Chunhong

the Tang Dynasty

Yu Li

Know Lin Huan Hua Xie Chun Hong.

The peonies are red, but no one comes to see them.

the Tang Dynasty

Yuan Zhen

palace

6. After the lotus blooms, when the West Lake is filled with wine, there is no need to raise the flag and cover the red chamber with green, and the original boat is held, and it enters the depths of the flowers, and it is golden and slightly drunk.

Song dynasty; surname

Ouyang Xiu

Pick mulberry seeds, and after the lotus blooms, I like the West Lake.

7. The flowers this year are better than those last year.

Song dynasty; surname

Ouyang Xiu

Langtaosha raised his glass to the east wind.

8, the flowers are bright and red.

Song dynasty; surname

Chen Ke

Bodhisattva Manchilan Bridge Jinxiang Street Straight

3. What sentences describe "safflower"

The sentences describing "safflower" are:

1. Between green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and cross this bridge. There are red leaves on the bridge, people flowing under the bridge, moss on the other side of the bridge and white hair on the other side of the bridge.

If you go to Changbai Mountain once, please leave a red flower on the snowy mountain. Maybe 20 15 will bloom into a dead bone. Please let him know that someone will take him home.

Swallows come to drink wine, and the branches of Longhang are covered with red flowers.

4. Broken red flowers, burning withered green lanterns, depicting faded human skin and depicting the shadows of the past.

Put the rolling pin in the soil, hoping to grow red flowers. Throw a stone into the water in the hope of growing a tail. Press the paper under the pillow, hoping that the dream will be printed into a picture. Stick the stamp to your heart and hope to send it to her far away.

6. I told the little girl in my dream that when she grew up, I would take her to see the red flowers on the cliff and the white beads on the bottom of the sea. I'm glad that she can't help taking them with her when fighting, drinking, reading and playing the piano.

7. Petals of safflower, Cai Lan Yiyi. I sympathize with you, but why did you leave Xi? Red heart, Ying Ying plain language. I sympathize with you, but why bother? Honghua is drunk, and the stranger is over. I sympathize with you, but what can I do?

8. When we met for the first time, under the peach tree, flowers were blooming, and the wind blew off the pink petals, which were faint and covered with dust. You are dressed in white, as calm as water, as cold as the moon, and as noble and lonely as you can't say.

9. Peach blossoms are full, and the spring water of Minjiang River hits the mountain stream.

10, the safflower among the trees has withered, and the flowers bloom and fall. It's only such a short time, and I really went in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night? Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty.

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12, between green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and cross this bridge. There are green leaves and red flowers on the bridge, flowing people under the bridge, moss on the other end of the bridge and white hair on the other end of the bridge.

13, flowers are flying all over the sky and English is colorful. Peach petals fluttered and fell on the hair room and skirt of the snow boy under the peach tree. Lonely and sad.

14 Four years later, one day, I suddenly saw a black bird parked on the moon. The flowers on the tree had already opened and the red flowers had fallen all over the floor.

15, it's long past the season of abundant jade brocade. Although we had throbbing, we didn't make it to the end.