Beautiful flowers, in the ancient poet's pen, can always have thousands of emotions, sad parting, joy of reunion, pain of parting, joy of combination. How much do you know about these poems about flowers?
Peach blossom pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love. (Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun)
Swallows do not return to spring late, a tinge of rain apricot cold. (Suxi Pavilion by Dai shulun)
Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossom. (CEN Shen's white snow song to send judge Wu back to Beijing)
People idle sweet scented osmanthus fall, night static spring mountain sky. (Wang Wei's birdsong stream)
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water of Luhua. (Si kongshu's Jiang Cun Ji Shi)
The plum blossoms are scattered and the wax remains. The hometown is gone and the new year is coming. (Li Pin's a friend from Hukou)
On the double ninth day, chrysanthemums will come. (Meng Haoran's past the old man's Village)
There are three or two peach flowers outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck. (Su Shi's the late scene of huichong Spring River)
In April, the south wind turns yellow, and the trees grow before the date flowers fall. (to Chen ZhangFu by Li Qi)
Pear yard dissolves the moon, willow catkins pond light wind. (Yan Shu's moral)
In May, there are countless lotus flowers all over Tingzhou. (Daoqian, Linping daozhong);
The lotus leaves in the sky are boundless, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different. (Yang Wanli's the way to send the forest out of Jingci temple at dawn) & nbsp; < /O: P >
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Listening to the spring rain all night in the small building, selling apricot flowers in the deep lane in the Ming Dynasty. (Lu You, after the spring rain in Lin'an)
No one can see in the plum blossom and bamboo, blowing incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi, from Shigui lake to Tiaoxi)
All over the land, I am old, who flies next to the swallow? (wentianxiang's Jinling post)
Love peony with spring tears, powerless rose lying on the dawn branch. (Qin Guan's spring day)
Chaotic flowers gradually want to attract the eyes. Only light grass can have no hooves. (Bai Juyi's spring trip to Qiantang Lake)
The edge of a sword is whetted, and the fragrance of plum blossom comes from bitter cold.
Xunyang river head night to see off, maple leaves and grass flowers in autumn. &Nbsp; (Bai Juyi's Pipa line)
Falling red is not a ruthless thing. It's better to make flower mud to protect flowers. (Gongzizhen's poems of the Republic of China)
When it is dawn, the damp soil will be covered with red petals, and there will be countless colorful flowers in the streets and alleys. &Nbsp; (Du Fu's happy rain in spring night)
Only afraid of sleeping in the dark, so burn high candle to shine red makeup. (Su Shi's Begonia)
There was no one in the stream. They opened and fell one after another. (xinyiwu by Wang Wei)
