The more literary works about orchids, the better!!

Tao Yuanming's "Orchid" The orchid grows in the vestibule, containing smoke and waiting for the breeze. The breeze came suddenly, and I saw Xiao Aizhong farewell. If you lose your way, you may be able to pass by another road. When you wake up and remember it, all the birds will use up your good bow.

Confucius Qiu's "Yilan Cao": Get used to the valley wind, and use the clouds to rain. The son returned home and was sent far away into the wild. How can there be no place in the sky? Carefree in nine states, with nowhere to settle. At that time, people were secretive and did not know the wise men. As age passes away, one's body will grow old. Confucius hired various princes, but none of them could be appointed. In the secluded customs, I saw the fragrant orchid growing alone. I sighed and said: "The orchid should be the king, but now I am among the grass." He stopped the car to support the music and drums, but he hurt himself at the wrong time, so he excused himself to the orchid.

Orchid Poetry (Li Bai)

A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and all the grass is gone.

Although the sun shines brightly, the autumn moon is full of sadness.

The flying frost is pattering early, and the green color is afraid of resting.

If there is no breeze blowing, who will send out the fragrance?

High Mountain Orchid (Zheng Banqiao)

Throughout the ages, this is the flower that you can only smell and see.

When collecting firewood, you may be afraid of the road coming, so you need to use a high mountain to cover it.

Close to the keyboard, holding a few white magnolia flowers, and listening to the repeatedly chanted melody, I smiled and said: The flowers are blooming very well.

Grandma heard what I said, came over, and said with a smile: The flowers are blooming very well.

Yes, the flowers are blooming very well. Maybe a few days ago it was an inconspicuous little green corner hidden under the flowers and leaves. Now, it is blooming——this kind of blooming, Not half open, but fully open.

It is common for people to pick magnolia flowers on weekdays. Most of them pick them when they see the petals split. In fact, magnolia flowers like that are only half-open.

Of course, the half-opened flowers are also very fragrant....

People like magnolia just because they like its fragrance. After all, its flowers are so tapering. , and the color is pure white, very dull and inconspicuous...

But the white magnolia on my hand is not half-open, but fully open:

Fine The long white petals are fully extended, and the flower opens into a small plane, like a firework blooming high in the sky.

The flower core in the middle is completely exposed, and the pistils and stamens can be clearly seen.

This kind of magnolia gives people a charming and enchanting feeling, which is completely different from the usual feeling of being half-open.

Furthermore, I also found that the aroma of fully bloomed Magnolia is stronger....

Perhaps some people think that the purpose of writing this article is to appeal: Don’t pick it too early. Pick flowers so you can harvest better and more.

In fact, it is not the case...

The fully opened white magnolia is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. It is not something you can have if you are willing to wait...

White jade If an orchid blooms fully on a branch, it often does not last long. As long as the wind blows and the leaves move, the petals will soon fall off - you have an impression, you can often see many slender white petals under the magnolia tree.

Then why can I pick a fully bloomed magnolia? When I picked them, they were only half-opened. When I took them home, I was too lazy to use water to nourish them. I don't know why, but they were in full bloom.

Is this my "luck"? Or is it their "angry"?

Maybe...

In any case, I have finally seen the charm of magnolia. Now I love and cherish magnolia more than ever before. of.

Based on my love, I searched for the flower language of magnolia, and it turned out to be: pure love, sincerity.

Like, there is such a thing, hehe.

I smiled as I held a few fully bloomed magnolia flowers. They are "resistant", but they are still in good condition. The petals are firm and not a single one has fallen off - they are very "angry", haha, how cute.

After sniffing the faint fragrance again, I stroked their slender petals and whispered: It is a fate that can be encountered but cannot be sought. I believe that everyone will work hard to cherish it... Don't worry Well, this emotion will not be blinded by the temporary "qi"...

Lan

A few green leaves, like outstretched wings,

A White flowers are like exquisite smiles.

Noble, elegant, dignified, a pot of orchids, a world. ——Inscription

Orchid, well-proportioned and unique. Pull out a few tender leaves, light green, like emerald, like jasper. Its light green, like green ink dipped in water, is lightly dyed. The green is pure, the green is cute, it is pitiful and lovable. A trace of white passes through its heart, and under the slanting sunlight, it looks even more exquisite and beautiful.

As I grow up, sweetness turns into calmness. The green has become thicker, and the entire leaf is covered with green, thick and beautiful. The deep green is applied thickly and thinly on the leaves, forming a beautiful pattern.

After a while, the orchid pulled out a thin and smooth stem, which hung down, hanging out of the flower pot and downwards. The thin stems are connected one by one, like the stems of asparagus. Small leaves grow next to the stem, and these small leaves "open" in the form of petals, blooming into a green flower dream. A few more small white flowers bloom, with jade-like transparent petals and golden stamens, small and exquisite, composing a brief flower music on the stem.

The structure of the orchid is also exquisite.

The leaves are tilted outward one after another, and the ones in the middle are slightly slanted. The moon is slanting more and more obviously outward, paving the way for a flower-like scene. No matter which direction you look at it, it is a regular pattern. It is like a fairy, graceful and handsome.

"Looking back and smiling, you will be full of beauty", such a rich poem only matches the bright red flowers. Orchid, it just smiles gently, it is just a piece of natural green, but it has won the praise of so many people that noble gentlemen are compared to it.

Lan is intoxicating.

Wu Jiaji's "Quetra on March 3rd"

Last night's rain was like silk on the bow of the boat, enriching the orchid branches in my basin,

Many pistils are vying to open and prune. On the same day, tourists were arriving home.

Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu's Painting of Orchids"

The brothel people went to the brothel and the pen bed was empty, and Xizhou said thank you to the Duke for the past.

It still has the color of Qinhuai grass, evenly dyed with sunset red.

Wang Shishen's "Miss Feng's Painting of Orchids"

The beggar has a poet's painting of beauty, and the clear light of the jade pond reflects the beauty.

As long as the words are weak, the results will be empty, and the ideas and suggestions will be pitiful.

Shi Tao's "Molan"

How can we write poems when our roots have left the dust? We should give poems to the loneliness.

Who is there when the great thousand incense passes by, enjoying the time when the ink is sprinkled in the pond.

"Molan"

The bones are strong and the leaves are pure, smiling astonishingly in the wind.

My own pen and ink are written by my own, that is, the predecessor is the successor.

"Molan"

Leave aside the Yao grass and point the spring stars, and listen to the dream of Huang Ting when we are tired.

Under the leaves, half of the face is crossed through the clouds. How can any sentence in the world be completely green?

Believe him, the cold valley is infinitely drunk, and my hairpin is boneless.

I don’t know how to be a nymphomaniac, even if you pour the dust on you, there will still be sweetness.

Aixinjueluo. Xuanye's "Autumn Orchid"

The flowers in front of the palace are fragrant orchids. In the past, people called them the fragrance of the king, and they also regarded Fang as a gentleman. Because of the four inscriptions rhyme.

The autumn color of Yiyi is blue, and the leaves are so green.

Those who love this king are fragrant and the flowers show in the courtyard.

The fragrance is scattered in the sky, and the shadows are still in the sparse lattice.

Isn’t it necessary that Jiu Wan is too much to waste the Li Sao Sutra?

"The mountains are full of lush bamboo trees and orchids"

The mountain paths are gentle and gentle, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.

The bamboo is deep and the sun is shining, and the wood is dry and cloudy.

Lean on the threshold and listen to the singing of birds, and climb the cliff to collect exotic fragrances.

The spring of Shaohua is half over, and all things are happy.

"Ode to the Orchid"

The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind can hardly hide the fragrance in the valley.

Don’t be admirable just because you are worthy of admiration, even if there is no one, you will still be beautiful.

Cheng Fan "Yong Huai"

Orchid is the king of fragrance, fragrant in the breeze.

The beauty of the cave has never been more prosperous and beautiful.

Cao Yin's "Winter Orchid"

The winter grass is full of cold green, and the orchids are also flowers.

You are as clear as a bigot, and as thin as a poet.

Cong Xiu has a few hairpins, which are divided into two buns.

The fragrance in the evening window makes me think, and the shadow of the wind is like a bonfire.

"Jianlan" by Zhu Zaizhen

Clusters of orchids grow in the deep valley, and berries are scattered all over the forest.

It doesn’t matter if it’s not carved, it’s better than being a door support.

The chariot arrived at Yuguan Mountain and Zipei Zhenji Pavilion.

Turn around and forget about the Minhai, and fall in love with Jingluo.

Thinking lightly brings back fragrance in the daytime, and the clear spring is a good way to enjoy it in the evening.

Jade Zhen plays again and again, and the sky is like a dream.

Hua Yan's "Orchid"

The clouds are solid and graceful, and the fragrance is clear and beautiful.

The cool breeze stirs the night, and the beautiful lady begs for you.

Gao Fenghan's "Inscribed on Zheng Banqiao's Painting of Orchids and Chen Gaifu's Painting of Pines"

Gaifu's paintings of pine trees are scattered, while Banqiao's paintings of orchids are scattered.

The orchids are blooming, the orchids are fragrant, and the pine branches are brushed by the wind.

Sitting in a cloak, the north window is cool, and the old slave is enjoying himself too much.

Huang Ren's "Inscription on Orchid" (three poems)

Where is the fragrance in your room? The four walls are empty valleys.

One punch is ancient and charming, and the beauty is alone.

Yuanli thinks a lot, and my heart is full of pain during the long journey.

The paper window attracts the fragrant soul, but the appearance is not worthy of admiration.

Magnetic buckets raise beautiful stones, and those with clear origins are fragrant far away.

You came from Wangchuan and got this powder copy.

Liao Liang's "Write a Blue Stone with a Letter"

A piece of empty mountain stone, with several stems of valley grass.

Writing this letter to those who are in trouble, don’t forget Lin Quan.

Li Fangying's "Orchid Album" (three poems)

The confused Xiao Ailu is exposed to the cold wind, and the heroes of the ages will never dry up in tears.

When I put down my pen and talk about the past, Hengqin may not necessarily tune Yilan.

The clear breeze of Chu Wan flows through the writing, and I have been a guest for twenty years.

Self-pity does not sing the orchid song, thousands of leaves and flowers are for the world to see.

Don’t laugh at the total ignorance when asking the sky, but also regret that the orchid hair on the temples is growing thin.

When the family is exhausted and worried about hoeing, and when they go to the mountains, they are afraid of losing their beauty.

Wang Shishen's "Orchid"

Orchids emerge from the valley, and flowers bloom in autumn.

In the secluded period with me, I want to return to the empty mountain.

"Album Page of Voiceless Sound in the Empty Valley"

The orchid grass is worthy of the heart of a hermit, self-prosperous and self-destructive, white clouds deep.

The spring breeze fills the empty valley every year, leaving the fragrance in the plain Qin.

Li Eel's "Ink Orchid"

The flowers are shallow in summer and deep in spring, with several stamens on one stem and slanting randomly.

Although it is not as good as Orchid, planting a hundred acres of it is still a luxury.

"Fangfei in the Valley"

This is a vivid description of Fangfei, with only potted plants and stone surrounds missing.

I remember that the spring breeze dispersed in the deep valley, and the flowers were like grass while the woodcutter returned.

Jin Nong's "Painting Orchid"

After the rain in the deep forest, the pen and inkstone are cold, but the female orchid is blooming but there is no man.

The soft paper and parallel ears are as slender as those of Jinling Ma Siniang.

"Lu Lan" by Miao Gongen

The ice roots and green leaves are mixed and barren, and the dawn dew is decorated with pearls.

The smile is half-sucking and half-vomiting, and the heart is bright and clear.

"Youlan is written by Mr. Yifeng" by Shen Tong

The orchid spreads across the empty valley and becomes the king's fragrance.

The fragrant breeze fills the fields, and the plain posture condenses the clear light.

Emotional and independent.

How can Xiao and Ai become friends?

Xiao Aizi reveals her beauty, and her orchids are covered in severe frost.

As soon as the scenery changes, the clothes will be worn.

Zheng Xie's "Picture of Half a Pot of Orchids"

The pot is half hidden and the flower is half contained.

Don’t seek to vent, don’t be afraid of withering.

"Ti Lai Lan"

Two pots of orchid, one night and one morning.

The flowers come one after another, in late spring and dawn in summer.

"Tilan"

The orchid grass has grown into a row, and the mountains are full of meaning.

If you are loyal and still embrace yourself, there is no need to compete with others.

"Qiaobi Orchid"

The cliff is a thousand feet high, and the orchids are green in the sky.

There is a woodcutter down there, but he can’t break it with his hand.

"Orchid"

If the roots are big, why complain about the short and sparse leaves.

Spring thunder lurks at night, and its fragrance flies into the clouds.

"Orchid"

There are many hidden intentions and unwillingness to show affection.

After the Qingming Festival, the essence enters the Xia Qing Dynasty.

"Orchid" (five poems)

Orchids are not flowers, they are people in my eyes.

It is difficult to write this flower god with a Xiangguan pen.

The fragrance of orchids is not the fragrance, it is the breath in my mouth.

It is difficult to describe the taste of lips with a Xiangguan pen.

A seventy-three-year-old man has painted orchids for fifty years.

No matter how windy or thundery it is, it will not wither for a long time.

There are wonderful gaps between one stroke and two strokes.

It’s hard to believe that he waved his hands and ignored the traces of those who came before him.

There are roots that are not in the ground, but there are flowers that bloom all year round.

Kai Zai once understood, and the secret came to him.

"Conglan Thorns"

The thorns comfort the roots, and the wind and dew smooth the spirits.

The pure heart does not reveal the joy and anger, and the grass is also stained with the remaining spring.

"Poetry Notes on Quweng Mountain, Small Landscapes of the Eight Great Mountains of Shitao and Shixi, and One Volume of Baiding Molan***"

The country has been destroyed, the family has been destroyed, and the temples are all white, and a bag of poems Draw a tutu.

Thousands of horizontal and vertical strokes, not many ink spots but many tears.

"Sending Orchids to Yuan Mei's Mansion in Jiaoshan"

One hundred and eighty arrows of Qiulan were sent to the stone house in Jiaoshan.

Xiaoyue knocked on the door and passed the note. Yanfan came across the river last night.

"Picture of Orchids in Pots Leaning on Huihui"

Spring orchids are not yet blooming, summer orchids are blooming, and the painting clearly calls A-Dai.

After reading it, the prosperity and withering are full of pots, and they are pulled out and planted several times.

"Picture of Broken Pot of Orchids"

The spring rain and spring breeze describe the beautiful face, and the quiet and elegant charm falls into the world.

Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.

"Picture of Orchids on Qiaobi"

The orchids on the top of the mountain bloom early, and the little arrows on the mountainside are still pregnant.

The painter intends to teach people to stop and save, so why should the east wind be a good matchmaker?

"Painting of Zhi, Orchid, Thorns and Thorns to Send to Cai Taishi"

The painting is full of Zhi orchids in spring, with a few brush strokes of thorns and hazels on the side.

The world can accommodate both good and evil. I want to see warm and distant people.

"Orchid" (four poems)

In Qu Song's article, the grass and trees are tall, and the orchid spectrum of the ages is overwhelming.

How to be a cheap person and sell it to others? It’s a matter of picking and choosing on the streets.

This is a kind of quiet flower. I don’t want to hear it, just the haze.

When collecting firewood, you may be afraid of the trail, and even write about the mountains being covered.

Orchid is originally a grass in the mountains, and this flower is also planted in the mountains.

There are so many plants in the world, it is better to keep them with the mist.

The orchid grass in the mountains is in a mess, the leaves are warm, the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong.

It is not far away to send incense out of the valley, but it can be sent to the worldly world.

"Painting Orchids to Taoist Ziqiongya"

Searching and searching in the mountains, I found red hearts and plain hearts.

I want to send a branch a long way, but the dew is cold and the fragrance is so cold now.

"Broken Pot of Orchids"

The spring rain and spring breeze wash away the beautiful face, and the Qiongdao comes to the world with a word.

Now that I have no friends, I break the black basin and enter the mountain.

"A Painted Pot of Orchids Sends Yang Dianshi of Fan County to Return to Hangzhou after Sickness"

The orchids are not suitable for Shandong, but who knows that the fragrance moves far away.

Draw a pot and carry it back, and plant it on the two peaks of the north and south.

Later, he was snatched away by a good person, and Yang was very upset. More than ten years later, I passed through Hangzhou, and Duke Yang had been dead for a long time. His descendants told the story and begged for a painting to make up for it. It is both a preface and a poem: I miss you so much that I entrust the soul of a flower to drift into the West Lake and knock on the door of the tomb. As a Taoist, I have resumed my writing career, and I am still a master and a grandson.

"Broken Branch Orchid"

More paintings of spring breeze are worthless, only one branch of green jade and half a branch of beauty.

The sun rises in the mountains and the birds in the forest carry out their beaks of lovesickness in February.

"Painting Thorny Orchids for Master Lvsong"

If thorns are not tolerated, the orchids will grow, and heretics and demons will look on with cold eyes.

The doorway may be fragrant or filthy, but only then can we realize the vastness of the Buddhadharma.

"Broken Branch Orchid"

The dew in the morning wind has not been dried, who puts an arrow orchid in the crystal vase,

It is like Concubine Yang taking a new bath, with a thin skirt It's up to you to see.

"Eight Orchids"

Nine orchids come to the fields on the river, but the eight orchids are not completed.

When will everything in this world be enough, leave it to be cultivated and cultivated for future talents.

"Orchid"

As you turn from one green mountain to another, you will find hidden orchids on their way around.

Who in the Kingdom of Fragrances can come and give me half of my bookish room?

"Orchid"

There are many plants in the world, but the green hills are my home.

The painting is a lonely place on a cliff, covered with orchids and bamboo leaves.

"Pot Orchid"

The wonderful Ganzhou orchid in Xijiang, I bought it in pots and looked at it several times.

I don’t know what the painting looks like, the dew of my hometown has not yet completely dried up.

"Mountain Orchid"

There are orchids on the mountain and down the mountain, and the fragrance is fragrant and fragrant.

It’s a shame that people in the world are so short-sighted and look at things in two different ways.

"Orchid"

I came out of confinement yesterday to find spring, but there were no orchids in every peach or willow.

The shop is not the place where the rich live. If you want to visit Youzong, you must stay in the mountains.

"Bon Orchid"

If you buy a whole orchid, you will have enough power to have children and grandchildren.

Don’t think there are too few flowers this year. Please look forward to seeing them full next year.

"Orchid" (eight poems)

Su Xin Lan and Chi Xin Lan always treat their hearts with guests.

How can the spring breeze make it possible? The frost and snow were once very cold.

The weeds are left unkempt and there is no place to arrange the orchids.

If you want to be endowed with many beautiful qualities, you must transplant the roots and plant them in the garden.

Jiuwan orchids have been around for thousands of years, and the orchids are not enough to make up for the flowers.

Why are there thorns mixed with them? How can a gentleman tolerate them?

Not red, not purple, not dark yellow, just a few chapters of dark green leaves.

Only the west wind is favorable, and it always sweeps the autumn frost off the rocks.

The spring breeze came into the mountains last night, causing orchids to bloom everywhere.

Only bamboo is the companion of a gentleman, and there is no other flower that can be planted with him.

One peak is past and one is far away, and three peaks are close to each other for passers-by.

The higher the orchids are, the more fragrant they are, and the green grass in Dongting floats all over the lake.

Orchids are related to bamboo and are always found among green mountains and green waters.

The frost and snow will not wither the spring, and the smiling people will be red and purple as guests.

Bamboo is grown on one side and orchids are on the other side, and the green leaves are fragrant all over the nearby mountains.

There is always a sense of spring and summer, with no autumn atmosphere mixed in.

"Orchid"

Bees and butterflies arrive faintly, but the clouds and mist have no way to pass.

It is difficult to exert one's strength in the east wind, and the natural fragrance depends on its presence or absence.

"Hui"

At the end of the water, there are clumps of hui and grass, and the green leaves are so dark that they are half-covered.

The most beautiful place is where the breeze blows, a tender jade flower with nine branches.

"Ti Lan" (ten poems)

The taste is leisurely and the breath is fragrant, how can it be reduced to a dark and sad state.

Visitors can't help but drift away. In a blink of an eye, the spring breeze fills the valley with fragrance.

The color is fresh without losing the fragrance, and the stone diameter is still strong.

But the fate of the grave and the grass is gone, and I feel lonely in the empty mountain and only feel sorry for myself.

Eight orchids bloom in seven, and smallpox must be planted even if it is one.

Next year is bound to bring spring, just waiting for the thunder to ring from the sky gate.

In order to buy the spring breeze in February, Susong and Suzhou grass are planted in the fields.

There are not many roads across the river, but it is worth it once you arrive in Yangzhou.

A kind of quiet orchid plant, which is not exposed to rain and dew and blooms at all times.

Spring is always present with dense roots and dense leaves, but it is a pity that the fragrant butterflies do not come.

The wind in the water palace is green and cool, and the orchids are fragrant.

The beast of Li Sao is worn by secluded people, and today it is called the fragrance of the king.

The beauty in the forest is very different, silent and fragrant in the wind.

Who can write Lingjun Fu and summon your soul to Chuxiang?

Whoever digs it in the mountains will find long branches, short leaves and a few flowers.

Sir, it’s better to buy an Ou pot and plant it carefully with stones and moss.

If there is fragrance passing through the pen, the ink is like gold and jade, and the water is like beads.

If you want to compare the solitary bamboo and the quiet orchid, it is just a doctor from Yi Qi.

The strong part is quiet and the light part is fragrant, and the flowers bloom for a long time.

The warm breeze enters the hands of an expert and moves the golden basin to the jade hall.

"Tilan"

Three of the four orchids bloomed, and the middle one bloomed late.

Everything in the world will be calm and good, until the spring lady comes back.

Li Tiaoyuan's "Poetry of the same year in Zhitang, the orchids were unusually luxuriant during the Mid-Autumn Festival"

This is so heart-warming that it suddenly moved my beloved.

The seats in the room are not set yet, and the fragrance fills the courtyard steps.

This kind of tranquility is high in the white clouds.

Once I was mistaken by the fragrance, I joined the grass.

His fragrance is silent in the end, and it separates itself from the dust.

I am a gentleman now, and I will always be invited to cultivate you.

Looking at each other quietly on a moonlit night, it’s like forgetting someone’s body.

I would like to support my solitary roots, and I will have no guesses at the annual banquet.

Fang Wanyi's "Double-hook Orchid Scroll Inscribed on Ma Shouzhen"

Chu Wan has a quiet orchid crown with a fragrant crown, and the double-junk painting method is unusual.

The national incense flowed away and the reward was left in vain, and Ma Siniang of Jinling died.

Aixinjueluo. Shucheng's "Inscription on Fantasy Weng Mo Lan"

It is not easy for northerners to love orchids, so they paint orchids to look at real orchids.

My uncle may have the same intention, but the essence is mixed with powder.

The ancients in heaven and earth are all non-masters, and the gods are complete, so they sit in a state of fragmentation.

A quick pen is like a cone scratching paper into pieces, and the broken flowers and leaves contain pure kindness.

When I was sitting in the pavilion, I heard the sound of leopard bags and drums, and lightly smoked tea smoke to offer incense to my ancestors.

The world's heavy musk deer dares to burn together, but the pen and ink will never rot after being smelled.

Writing poems in an empty room is like a gentleman lingering for a long time.

Although I am grateful for the carriage, I am willing to entrust my thoughts to Zhilan.

Gao Peng's "Inscribed Orchid for Zheng Banqiao"

The fragrant fragrance makes people sing, it is suspected that the king of Xiang came to Hangao.

Zhengnai Youfang caused a lot of resentment, and now I can’t bear to read Li Sao.

Yao Fan's "Remember the Presentation of Broken Branches of Orchids"

Qu Yuan has died. Xiaoxiang is empty, and Cymbidium orchids do not grow in the fragrant grass.

In the Ruan Xiao Zhai in the south of Jielai, the beauty is missing and lovesick.

After a branch is broken and sent to the autumn wind, red beans fall in the west hall during the night rain.

I once composed the Yilan chapter, who can tell me about the empty mountain drum.

I am begging for ice silk strings.

Bao Yiyun's "Lan Yu Pian"

You don't know the spring when you are fragrant, but spring comes to the peach water.

Recalling the old rain, in the mist of dawn.

In the past, I admired you, but I was so graceful and ridiculed.

To the south of the mountain, Qingchuan and Lu are like this.

The autumn rain is coming, and the eaves are pregnant with flower stamens.

The cool wax wine is extremely cold, and the soil is dry and does not breed ants.

Leading into the room, the north wind blows.

The roots are dark and decayed, and the body is ignorant of physiology.

If the long-term friendship does not end with resentment, who can I rely on when the matchmaker returns to work?

The alliance between wine and flowers is as smooth as driving away when the flowers are gone.

Sun Xi is sad alone, who can believe in her beauty?

Wang Wenzhi's "Ke Yun Master Mo Lan Juanzi" (four poems)

Who dyed the spring marks with light ink, and the thin leaves and sparse flowers leaned against the stone roots.

The ancient moss in one courtyard is not swept away, and the heavy curtains touch the ground at dusk.

At the beginning of spring sleep, I feel busy with the sound of birds, but before I leave, the yellow garden is getting longer.

When you have a nose tour with an eminent monk, you will see that there is no fragrance but the real fragrance.

After the rain, I looked at the wet hair in the small pond, and even read Chu Sao in the Red Mansion.

Because of the long-standing relationship with Youlan, Jianya is still close to Xianggao.

The spring pistils in the southern core are blooming, and the sun is late in the dining room.

The Japanese paper is as green as the water, and I am leisurely writing Guangwei poems in front of the flowers.

"Orchid"

The female heroine Jinling Ma Siniang still smells like gum when she sucks it.

Linfeng wrote about the Xiangjiang River, which attracted the poet's heart.

Luo Pin's "Qiulan Wenshi"

There are no chrysanthemums in September this year, and it's easy to smile if you want to carve autumn chrysanthemums.

After I finished the painting, I looked at it and regretted it. The painting was so beautiful that Jiang Yan was overwhelmed.

Kong Jihan's "My Nephew Solan" (two poems)

The orchid is like a beautiful woman, not showing off with sex.

Suddenly the breeze blew and the fragrance hit the courtyard.

I remember the king of Xiangzhong with deep affection.

I have three benevolent friends.

I wake up from a dream at noon through my eyes, and enjoy the fragrance in darkness.

To accompany Jian Xiu, there is a volume of Li Sao.

Gao E's "Gifts from the Orchid"

The Jiuwan Immortal has a fragrant body, and the root support is only close to Yuanxiang.

A river is full of concubines and concubines, and it is cold in August.

Who knows that everyone is taboo and teaches you how to admire the fragrance?

When reading from Li Sao with deep sorrow, Tianwen is always the most uncertain.

Zhang Shiyuan's "Planting Orchids"

Orchids grow with mixed grasses, growing beside the road.

The grass dominates the rain and dew, while the orchid is alone and lacks the light.

When I saw it, I was still hesitant.

I don’t hate that the grass is full of color, I hate that the orchid is not good at hiding.

If you plant orchids under the hall, their stems and leaves will grow longer with each passing day.

When the door is closed, the fragrance is fragrant, and the grass will be safe.

Zhang Lunying's "Orchid Grass"

The orchid has a high quality, but is weak and easy to suffer.

Fragrance cannot be retained, nourishing trees is in vain.

The grass is blooming, bright red and green.

The new rain falls on the idle steps, so graceful.

It is pleasing to the eye but not unpleasant, and it lacks a strange feeling.

Let's chat and play with each other, and admire the charm of others.

Thank Donghuang with a smile, the prosperity and decline are uncertain.

"Orchid" by Sun Yuanxiang (two poems)

Wanran Qinglu was caught by Jiang Gao, and Ye Ye Lingfen came out of Suhao.

A state of separation, with only mud and murals remaining.

It is written so that the spiritual roots are nine and fragrant, and the jade fork is spread high to look at Xiaoxiang.

The spring breeze blows through the idle butterflies, looking for fragrance outside the painting.

Zhang Wentao's "Orchid" (two poems)

I occasionally inspected a few orchid paintings, and the charm of each one was different.

The high flowers are flying and the low flowers are laughing, leaning against the spring breeze without knowing it.

I occasionally checked Li Sao to write a few lines, and then I thought of painting Xiaoxiang.

The hundreds of species of grass along the river are not as fragrant as the orchids.

Chu Hua's "Ode to Orchids"

On the misty pine path in the desert, thousands of Yao flowers break through the cold spring.

The moon is bright, the old crane flies into the sky, and the beauty comes down the mountain and walks on the shadow of flowers.

The morning dew washes, the east wind blows, the fragrant mist wets the clothes, you don’t know.

I have been harboring resentment in my heart for a long time, and I have been repairing the moth green across the Xiangjiang River.

"Self-written Orchid" by Shen Cai

It rains and winds for ten days in spring, and the orchid leaves are still fragrant and have not broken through the bushes.

Chaixi inkstone has just thawed out, and the ink color is green.

"Gu Nanya's Attendance to Reading Hua Lan Ge" by Shengshi

The Xiangjiang Emperor played the Yao harp and wandered around the fragrant kingdoms in a trance.

The painter from Soochow is good at Gu Yong, and he writes wonderfully about the heart and quality of orchids.

The celestial beings are graceful and empty, intentionally or unintentionally artificial.

The pearl curtain rolls and the jade hook falls, and thousands of flowers smile to shame the group.

The young buds are thin and the silver hooks are small, and the smoke of musk and ink snails lingers.

If you strive to capture the beauty of the film, you will forget your words and dexterity.

Reflecting on last night’s drunken drinking, singing alone at dusk on the terrace.

The fairy mantle goes away in the wind, and the flower energy leaves me with the soul of poetry.

The man who painted the orchid is a native of Lantai, and his character is very similar to that of the orchid painter.

The grass in Dianchi Lake is green and weedy, and you can pick fragrant flowers from far away.

On one side of the Qiujiang River, the blue city is surrounded by misty clouds.

The beautiful face is separated by the fragrant mist, and the love is not visible.

Yantai sings the sunset, and the leisurely mood is unique to Cangzhou.

When you returned to Han Dynasty, your calligraphy and ink flourished, but I already tolerated the beauty and it was completely different.

The breeze blows in the plain paper, and the gentle breeze blows in the plain paper, and Heng Gao is still thinking about the beautiful king.

It is a pleasure to flirt with beauties, and the ink and flowers are like drunkenness and splashing Hunan smoke.

Wang Zhenyi's "Painting with Su Xinlan Inscribed on Su Xinlan" (two poems)

Xie Tingyou's special support root is unique and unique like this.

The quality is suitable for Chen Qingyu's case, the east wind is beginning to blow up the green yarn? .

Emperor Xiao Sao's son Sanlu Fu, scattered kings and grandsons Jiu Wan map.

Ever since Jiang Gao left it behind, it has been raining and complaining every year.

Looking at flowers and painting are also energetic, and Chu Zechun's double hooks are said to be good.

The swallowtail fish rides behind after a bad time, and recognizes its predecessor in the light of the wind and the moon.

A contract can be called a contract only when the relationship is perfect, and the true nature can only be seen when the quality is flawless.

Cut my Yaojian to report shamelessly, and don’t teach blue eyes to miss the dust.

He Shaoji's "Su Xin Lan"

The deep heart is too Su Jue Sravaka, and the spiritual root of regret is suppressed by all the fans.

The everlasting pure wind carries a crooked son, and the white moon on the river hangs on the king of Xiang.

When the fragrance is too light, it turns into honey; when the color is true, it turns into clouds.

The garden pavilions are all occupied by the autumn light, so there are strange texts in response to the ice and snow.

Tao Shu's "Inscription of Mo Lan as a Gift to Yin Yuesan"

The painting method of tiger heads is incomparable in ancient times, and today's painters seem to be in a trance.

The smoke and ink dots bring out new ideas, and the fragrance is full of fragrance on the silk base.

It is different from other flowers because of its wild roots, and its noble spirit is like my son.

In front of Zhang Xiang’s painting screen, I have a good dream about the water of Xiangjiang River in autumn.

Gong Zizhen's "Inscription on Orchids in a Pot" (four poems)

I recall yesterday living in seclusion under a cliff, in the desert spring mountains where there were few woodcutters.

Xili and Li are often used as bitter bamboo clothes, and they are often worn by turtles and gliders.

Tianrong does not need a matchmaker, but he is in a poor position.

Treasuring it does not start from today, it will linger for thousands of years when you go out of the mountain.

The four officials in the Huatang are under the red sky, and there are so many bright moons in the Xie family.

I can hear the night whispers in the yujin tent, Xie Niang’s new illness is capable of poetry and demons.

The strange cold in February breaks down thousands of trees, and the severe frost carves bright candles every night.

Who is under the small screen? Edit the cloud servant girl and change it to new green.

Who is the one who will posthumously posthumously describe you? Your heart will be so red as to die.

Others mistakenly thought she had light makeup and asked Yan Ji what she looked like.

I don’t have to worry about my piano until it is broken, and my good name will last forever.

Acacia people come and go in dreams, An Neng can accompany you and you have four sorrows.

The beautiful clouds in Yanshan are not charming, and the elixirs are still in the spring.

The calamus antler is born just like it, and the daughter is as proud as a god.

The renderings of Xuanzhou paper craftsmanship are thin, so where is the gold for painters?

Farewell to the spring breeze, the scenery is empty, and the porcelain basins are scattered against the rocks.

Wang Duan's "Orchid"

Spring is in the beautiful green jade branches, when the Xiaoxiang smoke is pale and the moon is bright.

Thousands of years have passed since I was alone, and I have not allowed Du Ruo to know.

"Wang Yunxiang's Scroll of Orchid Painting" (four poems)

It is a cold moonlit night at Fanyu Mountain in the Qing Dynasty, and pine flowers fall like rain on the fairy altar.

Leaning against the window, I first tested the golden pot of ink. After writing, my spirit flew away and I painted orchids.

The Yaosheng blows through the feathers, and the rustling microwave dreams of Bixiang.

The interpretation is that the autumn scenery is written for quiet flowers, and the beautiful woman is originally Duran.

My eyebrows are wearing Manjusri and my eyebrows are faint. I pick up the flowers and smile to realize the orchid.

The forest palace on Fulong Lake is quiet, and I remember the people listening to the rain on the empty mountain.

Bidu is red and graceful, and the flowers and leaves are dancing on the ice.

I recognize Chanjuan at dusk, and recall the jade flute in Yangzhou under the bright moon.

Qi Xizao's "Secret Orchid"

There is no one in the empty mountain, but I know there are secluded orchids.

The flowers are invisible and the fragrance is clear and pleasant.

The flying current flows down dangerous cliffs, sometimes blocked by cross winds.

I haven’t smelled the fragrance for a long time, and I am worried about the credit on the road deep in the mountains.

The grass is so green, and the bright morning glow shines brightly.

How so close, it is as small as the end of the sky.

Sitting on a white stone with a piano, I sighed three times at dusk.

Wei Yuan's "The Silla Mountain Man's Drunk Pen and Ink Orchid Song"

Last night the drunken intestines were in full bloom, and the ink pond was dormant and startled by spring thunder.

The withered ones play like roots, and the chaotic ones bend into buds.

It is draped horizontally and randomly for no reason, and sometimes it is painted with orchids and plum blossoms.

The faint fragrance slants the shadow on the front steps of the window, and I suspect that the cursive script messed with the monk's cup.

The smell of wine and the fragrance of orchids are blowing in, and Zhang Dian is soaked in the green lotus cup.

It’s so magical that it’s like a ghost, it’s like a fairy, please let me admire you.

Pan Zunqi's "Inscription on a Painted Orchid" (two poems)

After reading Li Sao, I felt confused and lost my mind, and my clear dreams fell beside the piano in the cool night.

I wonder if there is a lonely person sleeping on a stone on the lonely Xiangjiang River.

The unparalleled secluded posture overwhelms the fragrance, and is willing to follow the red and purple spring sun.

The colorful stones and yellow magnets are not as good as the fragrance of the empty mountain.

Zong Can's "Orchid as a Gift from Sister Xie Wansheng"

I loved growing plums and orchids throughout my life. Plum blossoms are easy to grow, but orchids are difficult to grow.

Thousands of lovesickness will not disappear, but the remaining clear dreams linger in Hunan.

The cool breeze suddenly brings fragrance, and the beauty comes to the empty valley.

I offered a new branch to the bile vase, and my eyebrows moved with joy.

Famous flowers are the most popular in China, and those who give them will be more happy.

Recalling my farewell under the ancient plum forest, I heard the sound from afar but asked about Qingluan.

Fragrance traces are separated from each other by heart, which brings me autumn fragrance.

Seeing flowers is like seeing a beautiful face, and I often look at the dressing table without saying anything.

Zhang Yin's "Writing Orchid"

Looking at the clouds in the Chu sky, the moon is falling on the cold autumn river.

The emperor's son is not alive, so he writes a shadow.

Qin Shusheng's "Painting Orchids for People" (three poems)

The exposed bones are not covered, and the wind suddenly breaks the heart.

If the king has not been king for a long time, he will know who he is.

Some people are also fond of themselves, so why should they fall in love with the empty valley?

Abandonment is accidental, and destiny has no shame.

Cold flowers have late seasons, which still hurt the autumn of heaven and earth.

Although each is a show for a while, it is about shame and love.

Wang Diansen's "Autumn Orchid"

The leisurely courtyard is quiet and the fragrance permeates the book curtains.

Looking up at the orchid in the basin, a branch is blooming.

Autumn is already too late, so it is too late to start.

The sound of wind shakes the thin forest, and frost stains stain the hair on the temples.

The solitary fragrance will be rewarded, and the good friends will be safe.

I am also a simple-hearted person, when can I comfort my thoughts.

"Yong Orchid" by Chiang Zi

The music was played on a bright moonlit night, when the beauty was thinking and the water was gurgling.

How the fragrant grass loses its way and scatters traces of fragrance all over the world.

Tan Sitong's "Painting Orchids"

The sound of wild geese blows in dreams down Jianggao, and Chu Zhuxiang sails rise into the dusk waves.

If the emperor's son does not come, the ghosts in the mountains will cry, and one day of wind and rain will write about Li Sao.

Liu Hao's "Orchid"

The deep forest embraces the tranquility without saying a word, relying on the breeze to send distant fragrance.

Why not stick to the moss when it opens, but refuse to fall in love with the golden vase when it is closed.

Zhang Yunlong's "Painting Orchid"

This is the first flower in Youzhen, not the only flower with peach and plum blossoms, only clouds.

Collecting incense may lead to a path, and it is also written that the spring mountain is covered by it.

Shi Chefan's "Inscription on Orchid"

The beauty is in the empty valley, separated from the current frost.

The quiet ground makes flowers bloom early, and the spring breeze produces ancient fragrance.

There is a stream full of water, and the lonely guests look at each other from a distance.

How can you bear to give up if you don’t pick it up? There is no way to use it.

I wish that my son would be gifted with Luo Qishang.

Don’t give away the middle way, it will retain its fragrance for thousands of years.

Yue Lian's "Self-Inscribed Painting of Orchids"

I cherish the protection of fragrant bushes, intending to forget words and be indifferent.

There is a natural standard outside the world, and I am willing to marry the spring breeze with peaches and plums.

Jing Nuo's "Ode to the Autumn Orchid"

The long forest and grass enter the autumn wasteland, and their unique beauty brings out the evening fragrance.

Every time I look forward to the wind, I feel proud, and I want to stay fragrant after the frost.

The appreciation of celebrities is still admirable, and the people who know the music in the empty valley are proud of themselves.

A kind of loneliness has been there through the ages, and Xiangjiang's poems and poems were played in Qing Dynasty and Shang Dynasty.

Jin Yongjue's "Late Spring Orchid Collection"

Yue Xia Lanyi sits deep, spending time cultivating his poetic heart.

The spring orchid has already seen thousands of flowers in chaos, and the courtyard is silent and I hear a bird singing.

The smoke is scattered, the tea stove is singing, and the clouds are moving on the wall and the mountain harp is ringing.

Xunfang has recently made fun of her wealth, but only allows her distinguished friends to enjoy the music alone.

Zhou Yifan's "Orchid"

The green buds bloom on the purple calyx, and the new year is sunny and snowy.

I once opened my eyes and had a strange dream, but I didn’t allow myself to feel sorrow and resentment.

The spring breeze in the valley is fragrant, and the night rain in the empty steps is heart-warming.

Who would know that there is such a fragrance in the world if you don’t stand by the beautiful stone and yellow porcelain.

Zhou Yiduan's "Yong Orchid"

The peaches and plums are more colorful, higher than the five-foot-high pine.

This path is shaded by orchids, with purple velvet in the middle.

If the rain and fog cannot reach it, the grass will be sealed for everyone.

The shepherd boy eats the cud of wild rice and follows him with his sword and knife.

I am walking by the spring stream, feeling pity for your frosty face.

Transplant the seeds as a beautiful window, and the beauty will be lush and green.

Don’t wither the blossoms early, as it’s hard to meet a close friend again.

Yang Yisheng's "Orchid"

The fragrance and charm are natural, with four or five green stems scattered throughout.

How can you get the name of a beautiful woman if you are indifferent and content with the grass.

Li Ciming's "Ti Zhen Mo Orchid"

I want to pick up the fragrance from afar, and Zheng Gong's letters are colorful.

When the guests in the empty hall are gone and the wind comes, I always look for poems around the wall for you.

"Two Quatrains on the Title of Zhen Hua Orchid"

(Part 1)

Singing out the Qiao family's jasper poem, a bush of vanilla is the most lovesick.

I can’t bear to change my baht clothes and dance, and when the wind and dew are blowing, I feel sad and ready to fall.

(Part 2)

The graceful and plump muscles are extremely beautiful, and the beautiful figure in the mirror is pitiful.

The beauty of Emei is clearly there, and it has been ten years since she failed her heart.

Qiu Jin's "Orchid"

Nine Wan flowers are of unique quality, and are most suitable for hairpins to help a beautiful woman's head.

As soon as I came to visit the master, I was ashamed to compete with ordinary people.

Yu Songqing

国香

Meijia buys several copies of orchid, giving this a record of victory and a harmonious rhyme to express feelings

Smiling smiles keep the spring . With all the reds and greens, the spiritual roots will be planted. Stop teaching and play the jade flute thoroughly, and you will wake up after being drunk.

It should be the small tribulation of Qionghua, which lasted for three lives and created a fragrant soul. In the place where Luofu steps and sings, his dreams are filled with sorrow, and he is nestled all over the bag and sheng.

Looking for tender promises in the new year, I remember the curved eyebrows and willow green hairpins on the temples. An old alliance is formed over wine and two hearts.

I saw the shadows of the east wind, the traces of smoke, and the clouds that blew people up. The fate between man and heaven is here, and the branches will be covered with deep green the day after tomorrow

Duxia

Jie Yuhua

The grass orchid in the pot is planted with a year-old cover Well, every spring, the flowers are at their most luxuriant, with a clean color and fragrance, which is perfect for playing with in the window. This year, the flowers are more abundant and the fragrance is even more intense. Unexpectedly, on the day of the Lantern Festival, a stem suddenly sprouts, and four flowers appear in a row. Huanye, Ruiye, give this a note.