Masterpieces of Phalaenopsis Prose

Prose poems about Phalaenopsis 1. Famous sentences about praising Phalaenopsis

The life of a flower ◇ White Phalaenopsis: pure love, precious friendship [8]◇ Red Phalaenopsis: good luck and unity ◇ Red Phalaenopsis: smooth and happy career ◇ all the best ◇ Yellow Phalaenopsis: developed career, prosperous business ◇ Mini Phalaenopsis: Happy angels are in full bloom. Sagittarius represents loyalty, wisdom, reason and virtue. Phalaenopsis is a beautiful "princess", which brings people a lot of fragrance and beauty.

Phalaenopsis stems are black, leaves are spoon-shaped, beautiful flowers come out of the spoon and put on purple clothes; Some only spread two or three petals, and some petals are all spread out, revealing a pearl-like stamen; Have a plenty of flowers and bones, it looks like it's going to explode. Isn't the Phalaenopsis seen at the moment a little purple butterfly? Oh! I see. This is how Phalaenopsis got its name.

The little butterfly parked on the branch seems to see all of us! It seems to say to us: "Look at me, all of you, I am a princess among flowers!" " "Then Phalaenopsis smiled at us; It nodded, looked here, looked there and sometimes danced for us! Princess Phalaenopsis is really a naughty and lovely guy! Phalaenopsis is really beautiful! Butterflies fly to Tanghe, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating. The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.

Where is the butterfly? Tang Qiji's back is full of red and full of mystery. Fly separately. See you in teams.

Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.

Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.

The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.

Jade Butterfly The autumn wind in Ting Yun, Tang Wen is sad, and the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.

Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows. It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?

Two butterflies, Tang Xu's misty caterpillars, shed their shells gently, and it rained heavily. A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.

Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge. Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.

Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring. I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.

The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.

It is not difficult for butterflies to fly in cocoons, but flowers will pass by. The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.

Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently. Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.

There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden. Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?

Cold bees pick chrysanthemums, and Tang Geng swims under the clear sky, looking for fragrance from chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.

Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.

Jinse Tang Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.

Tang Rongyu bought hibiscus flowers with his own money, and it took two years to blossom. Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early.

In spring, Wei Zhuang suddenly felt that the scenery in the East was getting late, and the wild plum trees were fragrant. On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.

The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul. The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.

Watching the Rain Boat Tang Dai Shulun Listening to the Rain At the beginning of this evening, Du Ruoqing was in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.

Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.

In the Tang Dynasty, the Yangtze River was oblique to Baowuchang and in front of Nautilus Island. It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.

Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island. I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.

The tomb of the true mother Hoover was inscribed with Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.

The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.

The peony is full of flowers, and Antong Taoli Rong. I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.

This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring. Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.

The spring breeze of Zheng Gu in Haitang Tang Dynasty is intended to be even in color, so it can be sold with poems and poems. It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.

Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing. I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.

Li Hebai chased his horse home. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.

The glass is full of dew and empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.

Send Dou Bing, Caotang, Li Duan, Pear Flower to the Garden, and the girl will wear Luo Fu. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.

The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.

2. Complete works of beautiful poems describing orchids

1, "Antique Its Thirty-eight Orchid Gardens" Tang Libai

Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed.

Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn.

First frost early, green dare not rest.

If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?

Lonely orchids grow in a deep garden, and all kinds of weeds cover it together. Although the sunshine in spring once took care of it, the moon in autumn immediately rose to the sky, making it sad again. Autumn frost, rain and snow whipped the green leaves and safflower, and Lan's life may be coming to an end! If there is no breeze blowing, for whom can orchids be fragrant?

2, "Planting Orchids" Su Songzhe

Lansheng Valley is unknown, and I am a guest.

Knowing that pure fragrance can relieve filth, I am more sympathetic to the delicate leaf cream.

Chou Xiang grass with dense roots and shrubs in the afternoon.

For the * * * Hall in Wu Hong, please refer to Chu Ci Zhang at present.

Orchids grow in the valley and no one appreciates them. A friend planted some for me in Dong Xuan. Its fragrance can remove filth, and what is more pleasing is that its fine leaves can resist wind and frost. Rooted on the edge of dense stones, flowers bloom in early autumn, and clusters of leaves are shaded by bamboo pruning at noon. I want to use it to take Wu Hong vanilla to your highness, so that we can often see the artistic conception in Chu Ci.

3. Stone, named Yang Cigong Chunlan

Chunlan, like a beauty, dedicates herself without shame.

Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai.

Dan Qing's portrait color wants to make up for the biography of Li Sao.

Like an elf, the crown dare not swallow.

Chunlan looks like a beauty. They don't need to be picked, so their shy appearance is actively displayed to people. Even if you can no longer see the covered Chunlan, you can still smell the refreshing fragrance from time to time with the breeze.

Yang Cigong's "The Picture of Chunlan" faithfully depicts Chunlan with a wonderful pen, reaching the point where it can complement Li Sao and be worthy of Qu Yuan. Facing this Chunlan is like facing Ling Jun, which makes people afraid to wear it on their heads and desecrate him.

4, "Yong Lan" in Cha Xiao.

A residual stalk can be envied, and a room is fragrant.

Flowers are not competitive, including Xiuwei frosts.

It can be worn with orchids with broken stems and leaves, and naturally emits fragrance in the room, but its blooming does not compete with other flowers to pull out branches, which contains beautiful aesthetic feeling and withers in the slight frost.

5, "Drinking in the Front Yard" Tao Jin Yuanming

Orchids are born in the vestibule, containing breeze.

The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant.

Go on, lose my old way, conform to nature or Per.

Now that you are awake to go, be careful that the bird abandons the bow.

Orchids in quiet places grow in the yard, with rich fragrance waiting for the arrival of the breeze. When the breeze blows gently, orchids give off bursts of fragrance, which can be immediately distinguished from weeds such as Xiao Ai.

If you go straight ahead, you will lose the old road, and the road ahead may only be accessible by following the natural road. I realized I should go back. Without birds, a good bow and arrow will lose its use. Metaphor has become a major event, and the hero is useless and can be disposed of.

3. Sentences describing Phalaenopsis

The sentence describing Phalaenopsis is as follows: 1. Phalaenopsis, your petite and smart figure dances in the wind. Although you are ordinary, you still try your best to add luster to the world.

2. Phalaenopsis, as its name implies, its petals are like the wings of a butterfly, soft and fragile, as if they need protection from others. If you have a chance to see a large area of white Phalaenopsis, it will be a fascinating sight.

3. A piece of Phalaenopsis beside the stone is colorful, including gold with dark green, light yellow, light purple with orange and white with deep purple. Really beautiful! 4. There are pots of beautiful and lovely Phalaenopsis on the shelf, as if groups of butterflies were perched on slender branches. When I look carefully, every fan-shaped petal is as smooth as fresh milk, and there are fine lines on the thin petals.

White and pink Phalaenopsis are on display here. Although pink is not as passionate as red, it is as charming and natural as the blush on a shy girl's face. According to the internet, the flower language of Phalaenopsis is-I love you and happiness flies to you. Happiness is like a flying butterfly. It won't take long to fly, and there is nowhere to go.

Even in such a lonely world, we should fly happily together! The red Phalaenopsis represents a smooth and happy career. When winter came, I found a thin branch on the stem of Phalaenopsis, which was dark red.

In the future, the longer the branches are, the sprouts the size of adzuki beans will grow on them. My father and I are very happy, because Phalaenopsis is going to bloom. I take care of Phalaenopsis more carefully and look forward to its flowering every day.

Buds grow day by day, and Phalaenopsis blooms during the Spring Festival. 7. Phalaenopsis has blossomed, with red, yellow and purple ... so many colors are really dazzling.

8. The campus of Nuoda Green does not bloom, but Phalaenopsis dominates! Add a bright stroke to the scenery in late spring! Tired from work, walk out the door. Butterflies and orchids in full bloom are impetuous and tired inside! Flowers are like a bottle of mind freshener, which naturally removes the haze and is full of fragrance! The heart has become a cheerful bird, dancing in front of the flowers! I can't help but want to get close to the flowers and smell the faint fragrance in them, but I'm afraid that a secular breath will defile the cleanliness and elegance of the flowers! 9. Although Phalaenopsis is small, plain and unremarkable, it strives to emit a small fragrance, which is not as strong as musk and as clear as European perfume.

However, Phalaenopsis is always so hard, so persistent, giving the world a touch of fragrance. 10, Phalaenopsis is in bloom! Two-finger-wide lush leaves, like a garden, stretch out a slender but thick flower stem, and at the end of the stem, stands a large swaying Phalaenopsis! Deep blue is full of noble and elegant purple! Shine! Flowers are divided into three layers, overlapping distribution.

Each layer has three oval purple-blue petals. There are white cotton wool on the outermost flowers and leaves, and there are three slightly smaller lavender flowers and leaves on the innermost layer! The valve is thick, warm and elegant! The flower heart is bright purple, and the stamens seem to be attached to the inner petals, making the flower look more delicate! The blooming Phalaenopsis really looks like a beautiful butterfly flying up and down in the onion cage from a distance.

4. Poetry and prose about orchids.

Ten Orchid Poems

Ailan

My preference for orchids is not innate, but because of my natural posture.

The heart chases the green grass and shakes the breeze, smelling the fragrance.

Looking for orchids

I have a strong love for my favorite orchids, and I am looking for spring breeze in the mountains.

Climbing up the dangerous rock to stir up thorns, I saw Fang Zi smiling.

Lam Chua

Clouds cover streams and climb cliffs to find orchids.

Focus on exotic flowers and forget about hunger and cold.

Yang LAN

There are dozens of orchids on the balcony, so we will meet each other sooner or later.

Tell me you're not afraid to laugh at me and call me crazy.

Appreciate orchids

Picking back the orchids and planting them, the fragrance attracted butterflies to fly.

It keeps me awake at night, and the light shines on my face to observe carefully.

Menglan

I'm crazy about orchids, and I haven't stopped potted plants since I came back.

Tian Zi's fairy shadow is visited every day. How many times did it bloom in my first dream?

Hualan

On one side are some spring orchids painted on rice paper.

I don't know if the ink is a flower fragrance, which attracted the Butterfly Pavilion.

Orchid

Orchids on the balcony are cleverly arranged, sweating like rain in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The wind sends fragrance to the heart, and it has its own heart.

Dulan

Zi Chu said that Jun Xiang, the empty valley is fragrant in the world.

A few pots were full of charm, which made me read zhanghua's poems.

Yonglan

Green grass is born in the valley, bathed in the sun is very calm.

God-given fragrance is far away, attracting butterflies to understand the wind.

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5. Complete collection of poems describing orchids

Orchid poetry

Old custom

Tang Libai

Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed.

Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn.

First frost early, green dare not rest.

If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?

Orchid ode

The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.

Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.

Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"

Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.

Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.

Winter orchids in Cao Yin

Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.

As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.

Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.

At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.

Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan

The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.

If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.

After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.

Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.

Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.

The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.

Hua Yan de LAN Hua

The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.

The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.

6. Prose describing orchids

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I don't know how many kinds of orchids there are in the world, and I don't know whether orchids bloom periodically, but I know that this orchid in front of my window is about to open.

Some people say that orchids are modest gentlemen, but do gentlemen have such manners? Some people say that she is a beautiful girl, but which woman has such self-restraint and temperament?

On such a spring evening, I walked into the sight of the sun, waiting to touch its impending smile.

Only once in two years. Maybe my service is not good, maybe she has her own worries all the time, and we will never know. I want to be quiet with it, so my thoughts rise and drift away.

It is also such a dusk, and its buds tentatively protrude from the separated leaves, like a pen filled with green ink, and much like the arm of a drowning man asking for help. In my doubts, it slowly opened its eyes and looked at the world. I have been looking at it, but I still don't seem to believe that it can start life so quickly and embrace this growing spring.

A week later, another bud emerged from between the other two leaves, and then it quickly spread its wings and flew into my heart. In the twilight, these two flowers snuggle together quietly, like a pair of lovers, a loving couple.

Ten years ago, my friend told me his love story. There is no thrilling plot, but their middle school life is full of vitality under their careful care and encouragement. After the tempering of high school life, neither he nor Xin was admitted to the university that year. He advised Xin to go back to school for one year, but Xin insisted that he go back to school at work. The following year, with the support of Xin, he was admitted to a university in Dalian. He told me that his family also raised a pot of orchids. Every time the orchid opens, it will give him courage. He firmly believes that their love can stand the wind and rain, so let me write a novel with their love. Moved, I agreed, but I always felt that other people's stories were difficult to write, and I was afraid that I had betrayed my friends' trust in me, so I didn't dare to write. Maybe everyone's mood doesn't need any treatment, but the language is so poor that there is only one kind of sincerity that can make people understand and feel that their love has become a hot spring flowing in spring, which has touched all lovers. I haven't forgotten my promise. After ten years of hard work, I finally wrote a song "Kiss of the Heart" for him. Although it is only four or five thousand words, it is the only wedding gift I can give them. The cover is this blooming orchid in my house. Maybe he can understand my intention. Now, their daughter is seven years old, and I think their orchids must still be in full bloom.

The open orchids show us an upward force, and at the same time, they show us that beautiful things will fall to the end in extreme dazzling, and make a curtain call to this spring in a very ordinary manner, but the pale yellow leaves in silence will condense a kind of profundity and a kind of emotion, which is a kind of meditation and exquisiteness after opening, enough for us to enjoy life.

If you love orchids, you should spend your whole life.

7. Prose describing orchids

In May, the wind is light and the clouds are light, flowers are in full bloom, and green sails and seas are everywhere. In this season, no one says that it is a desolate season, and no one does not believe that it is a season full of hope.

Orchids have a wide variety and are precious ornamental plants. According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 700 genera and 20,000 species in the world. I bought a pot of orchids for my family a month ago, also called Four Seasons Orchid, including Xia Lan and Qiu Lan, which bloom in summer. Four seasons orchids are strong and tall, with beautiful green leaves and flowers. They are not afraid of the heat and cold, have strong vitality and are easy to cultivate.

When I am free every day, I always like to stand quietly in front of the flower, think about it quietly, look at it quietly, and always like to touch it gently. There is a long red branch in the middle of the slender leaves. The branch is erect, not too delicate, not too impetuous and not too charming, but it has a fragrant taste, soft and fresh, and his flowers are elegant and light makeup.

I like orchids because of a friend. He likes orchids. He won an award for shooting orchids. He likes orchids and is as careful as his children. He has too many feelings and explanations about orchids. He keeps a lot of orchids. In summer, he likes to move all the orchids in the room, so that the whole room is full of faint fragrance and has a warm feeling.

Looking at the pale yellow orchid last night, I couldn't help touching it with my hand. The feeling of love, the deep affection I once had, and the deepest love that went deep into my heart suddenly overflowed my heart. At that moment, the night was surprisingly quiet. Quiet can make me hear my heartbeat, and quiet can make me feel my breath. Maybe my heart was broken before I knew it, maybe my heart was broken before I knew it. The pale yellow petals, curled up in my hands, were speechless, but at the moment my heart rolled like waves, trembling with pain and startled.

I raise a lot of flowers, and I also like to listen to the sound of flowers falling in the quiet night. Feelings of loss and sadness often wake up my dreams. When flowers bloom, we just appreciate them. When the flowers fall, we just sigh. I like flowers because they are beautiful, and I like flowers because they are helpless.

Life is not about flowers blooming and falling, it is about flowers blooming and falling when you are proud, and it is about flowers falling when you are frustrated. When we are proud, we often feel happy for ourselves and for ourselves. When we are frustrated, we often feel sad and depressed for ourselves. When the flowers bloom, there will be flowers, and when the flowers fall, there will be flowers, and so will life. If you are frustrated, you will be proud, and if you are proud, you will be frustrated. There is no eternal smooth sailing, no eternal good weather, and no eternal success and failure.

I like orchids and many flowers, but in my heart, I know that I will always be a grass, a grass that can't bloom, but is strong, fruitless and dedicated.

8. Describe a poem about orchids

On March 3rd, the bow of Wu Jiaji's poem rained like silk last night. The cymbidium in my pot was in full bloom, and the flowers were fighting for the day, just in time for tourists to get home.

Zhu Yizun's "Lady Gu Painted Orchids" Brothels went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou said thank you. There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.

Wang's "Phoenix Flower Blue" was written by a poet, and Yaochi's clear shadow goes hand in hand. As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.

Shi Tao's "Mo Ran" is rooted in dust, so it is lonely to give it to poetry. Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.

"Moran" is covered with white bones, with clear leaves, and it is amazing to look back and smile in the wind. My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.

"Moran" puts aside Yao Cao and points to Chunxing. I'm tired of listening to Huang. Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.

I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless. Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.

Michelle Ye's "Qiu Lan" stands in front of the temple, with a pot of flowers with unique fragrance. In the past, it was called the king's fragrance, and it was also a square gentleman because of its four rhymes. Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.

Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers. You fen San, static shadow sparse.

Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing? "Clouds and bamboo trees are luxuriant, and the land is full of mountains". The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.

The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead. Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.

In the middle of spring, everything blooms. Ode to the Orchid has long flowers and graceful green leaves, and the wind can't hide the fragrance in the valley.

Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it. Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai" is the fragrance of the king, fragrant in the breeze.

Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty. In winter orchids in Cao Yin, winter grass is cool blue, and orchids are also a kind of flowers.

As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet. Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.

At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn. Zhu Zaizhen's "Jianlan" is full of valleys and berries.

If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob. After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.

Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang. Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.

The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used. Hua Yan's Lan is full of clouds, deep and beautiful, quiet and refined.

The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it. Gao's "On Painting, Irrigation and Fu Painting" is scattered and fragmentary, while Banqiao painting is detached.

Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind. Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.

Ren Huang's Painting the Orchid (three poems) smells fragrant and the walls are empty. One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.

I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad. The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.

Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant. You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.

The bright "text sent by Shilan" is an empty rock with several grasses on it. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.

Li's "Orchid Collection" (three songs) is blurred and cold, and the hero tears through the ages. Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.

Chu Qingfeng flooded the pen, and the guest was lingering for twenty years. Self-pity does not sing green songs, and thousands of flowers in Chiba are for the world to see.

Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples. When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid that it will lose its fragrance in the mountains.

Wang's Orchid Orchids are in bloom in the valley. * * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.

Blue grass is as good as a hermit's heart, standing proudly in the clouds. Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.

Li Yi's "Ink and Wash Whelan" is a flower with shallow summer and deep spring, and several stems are slanting. Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.

"Fang Fei in the Valley" is full of the breath of Fang Fei, with only a few potted plants and stone walls. I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.

Jin Nong's "Painting Orchid" rained too hard, and the ink and stone were cold, but the female orchid was nowhere to be found. Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.

Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan" is barren with ice roots and green leaves, and dewdrops adorn pearls. Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.

Shentong's "Orchid was written by Mr. Yi Feng", the orchid was empty and became the fragrance of the king. The fragrant wind fills the field, and the appearance is clear and clear.

Affectionate, independent and fragrant. He sees Xiao and Ai on good terms.

Small exposure to AIDS, orchid suffered from severe frost. As soon as the wind turns, the clothes are full.

Zheng Xie's Half-Pot Lanruitu has a pot of Shimada Hanzo and half a flower. No venting, no fear of decay.

"Title Yilan" two pots of bluegrass, one night early in the morning. Flowers bloom one after another, late spring and early summer.

"Title Orchid" bluegrass has happened, and the mountains are meaningful. Loyalty is still self-embracing, so why fight with others?

"Orchid" cliff-above thousands of feet, orchids are in the sky. There are firewood collectors, so you can't reach out and fold.

"Orchids" have big roots, so why complain about short leaves and thin leaves? Spring thunder dives at night, and the fragrance enters the clouds.

"Lan" has many connotations, which it refuses to disclose. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the essence will be clear in midsummer.

Orchids are not flowers, but people in my eyes. It is difficult to write this flower god with an elephant crown.

Spearmint is not incense, but my breath. The taste of lips is difficult to write.

73-year-old man, painting orchids at the age of 50. Let him rain or shine, he will never disappear.

One move and two moves, both wonderful. Regardless of the previous people, it's hard to believe that waving.

Roots are not in the ground, flowers bloom all year round. Strangely, when I understood, the cat came to me with a letter.

Thorns in the jungle comfort the roots and the wind reveals the spirit. Su Xin is not angry, and the grass is also stained with Yuchun.

Tiqu Wengshan's Zagreb, a small landscape painting by Xi Shi Shi Tao's Badashan people, a roll of Ding Bai Mo Lan, and a bag of monks' poems and paintings. Spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, with no ink spots and more tears.

"Send Lan to Yuan Meifu and Jiao Shan" and send 180 arrows to Jiaoshan Stone House. Xiao Yue knock knock, handed out a simple note, Fan Yan passed by Jiang Lai last night.

The Picture of Orchids in a Pot shows that Chunlan has not yet opened in Xia Lan, and it is clearly called A Dai in the picture. After reading all the ups and downs, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.

"Broken Pot Orchid" was written in the spring rain and spring breeze, and it fell into the world. Nowadays, without a confidant, it is even more difficult to break the black basin.

Orchids bloom early at the top of the mountain, and small arrows on the mountainside still contain fetuses. The painter is determined to stop storing, so why bother Dongfeng as a matchmaker?

"Painting Lan Zhi Spine to Send Master Cai" wrote that Lan Zhi was full of spring, adding a few messy hazelnuts. The world is full of beauty and evil, and I want to see warm and distant people.

"Lan" (four articles) Qusong's articles are tall in vegetation and coquettish in blue spectrum for thousands of years. How to sell cheap from people and cross the street?

This is a kind of peaceful flower, and I don't want a haze from Wen Da. Collecting firewood is still afraid of passing by the path, but also write mountain cover.

Orchids are grass in the mountains, planted in the mountains. The world has planted pots of angels, so it is better to stay with the haze.

The bluegrass in the mountains is messy, the leaves are warm and the flowers are warm, and the climate is strong. The grain is not far from sending incense, but it can send vulgar dust.

"Painting orchids as the Taoist of Ziqiongya" searched and searched in the mountains and found a red heart.

9. Poetry and prose about orchids.

Ten Orchid Poems love orchids not because of their natural preference for orchids, but because of their natural appearance.

The heart chases the green grass and shakes the breeze, smelling the fragrance. Looking for orchids, I love orchids, and I am looking for the spring breeze in the mountains.

Climbing up the dangerous rock to stir up thorns, I saw Fang Zi smiling. Collect blue clouds to cover streams and climb cliffs to find blue.

Focus on exotic flowers and forget about hunger and cold. There are dozens of orchids on the balcony, so meet each other sooner or later.

Tell me you're not afraid to laugh at me and call me crazy. Orchids are picked and planted in orchid pots, and the fragrance attracts butterflies to fly.

It keeps me awake at night, and the light shines on my face to observe carefully. Menglan is infatuated with orchid mountaineering, and returns to potted plants without stopping.

Tian Zi's fairy shadow is visited every day. How many times did it bloom in my first dream? Draw a few strokes of rice paper on the blue surface, and draw orchids in spring.

I don't know if the ink is a flower fragrance, which attracted the Butterfly Pavilion. Orchids on the balcony are cleverly arranged, sweating like rain in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The wind sends fragrance to the heart, and it has its own heart. When reading orchids, it is said that the king is fragrant and the empty valley is fragrant.

A few pots were full of charm, which made me read zhanghua's poems. Orchids and green grass are born in valleys, so it is easy to bask in the sun.

God-given fragrance is far away, attracting butterflies to understand the wind. Traditional Chinese characters cannot be entered here. Do it yourself in a word document.