Fusang Poems in The Book of Songs

1. Poem about Fusang 1, according to my threshold, Fusang; Fu Ma Yu Xi' an District

Pre-Qin era

Qu Yuan

Jiuge Dong Jun

2. The total surplus depends on hibiscus; Fold up like wood to wipe the sun.

Pre-Qin era

Qu Yuan

Lisao

3, bow hanging Fusang

Jin Wei

Ruan Ji

Yonghuai

Step 4 stamp your feet to help the mulberry

the Tang Dynasty

Sikongtu

24 poems

5. Go back to the car and hang the hibiscus.

the Tang Dynasty

Lipper

Songlines

6, eyes turned to Fusang Xiao.

Song dynasty; surname

Huang Shang

Song Qing was sent home.

7. Fusang on Wusong

Song dynasty; surname

Wang Zhidao

Man Ting Fang zi jiao Chu fan

8. Chu Xiao hugs Fusang.

Song dynasty; surname

Weiliaoweng

The first 30 songs of Shuidiao are the leading songs

9. Don't blame Fusang for taking the first photo.

Song dynasty; surname

Shi zhengjue

205 ode poems

10, see Fusang from the red sun.

Song dynasty; surname

Song Taizong

Fate knowledge

2. What are the poems about Fusang?

1. Big Pengfei shakes eight people and Zhongtian destroys eight people. The extra wind can inspire me forever, and I can swim in the east, hanging on my left sleeve.

When the sun rises, everything in the world is as fine as wool.

3. If you are Fusang Road, you can talk.

4. Look up and see things in a blur, but see the dawn blooming hibiscus. Angelababy came out late, sat down, and was in Fuguang Gallery with crimson yarn.

5. The dragon watches the thunder drive, leans on the flute bell to pay the drum, and the guest will help the mulberry at sunrise. I'm helping Beidou, and I'm filming Sirius.

1. Zhu Jin: Also known as Fusang, Hibiscus and Rose. Chinese Pinyin: Zhu Jin. Because the color is mostly red, it is commonly known as the big red flower in Lingnan area of China. Evergreen shrub, about 1-3 meters high; Branchlets cylindrical, sparsely stellate pilose. The leaves are broadly ovate or narrowly ovate, and there is no hair on both sides except that the back is a little sparse along the veins. Flowers solitary in the axils of upper leaves, often drooping; Corolla funnel-shaped, 6- 10 cm in diameter, rosy or reddish, yellowish and other colors, petals obovate, apex rounded, and sparsely pilose outside. Capsule ovoid, about 2.5 cm long, smooth and hairless, with beak. Flowering all year round.

2. Zhu Jin is a popular ornamental plant in ancient times, and its origin is China. Zhu Jin's record appeared in a book "Southern Vegetation" in the Western Jin Dynasty. Flowers are big and bright, and they bloom all year round. They are mainly used for garden viewing. It is cultivated all over the world, especially in tropical and subtropical regions.

3. The full text of the above poems is as follows:

(1) "Big Pengfei shakes for eight generations, and the sky is weak. The rest of the wind is exciting for thousands of generations, and you can swim mulberry and hang stones. " From Li Bai's Duiluge in the Tang Dynasty: Big Pengfei prospered in eight generations, and the sky disappeared. The extra wind can inspire me forever, and I can swim in the east, hanging on my left sleeve. Later generations have to say, Zhong Ni is dead, who can cry for my death.

(2) "Big Pengfei, eight generations of shock, Zhongtian powerless to extinguish. The rest of the wind is exciting for thousands of generations, and you can swim mulberry and hang stones. " From My Book by Liu Cha in Tang Dynasty: When the sun rises, everything on the earth is as fine as wool. Ye Fu was very angry, saw the injustice, and wore the eternal knife on his chest.

(3) "If you are Fusang Road, you can talk about it." From the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Jiang Zong's poem "Watching Mountain Lights at Night in Sanshan Temple" was full of flowers, and all four photos seemed to contain spring. The stars are out, and the pavilions are new. Pearl picking is not for Hepu, but for Pei Yi River. If you are Fusang Road, you can talk about it.

(4) "Look up and get dizzy, but you can see the hibiscus at dawn. Go out and sit in the evening to meet the sun and the crimson yarn in the husband's gallery. " From Su Shi's "Giving Miao Mountain" in the Song Dynasty: Recalling the past, the emperor was photographed first, and the bead curtain was divided into two compartments. The envoy dressed in purple handed down the imperial edict and knelt with Ran Ran to smell Tianxiang. Looking up at the dazzling eyes, I felt dizzy, but I saw the dawn of hibiscus. Angelababy came out late, sat down, and found herself in Fuguang Gallery and crimson yarn. The savage doesn't know the angle of the sun and the moon, as if he still remembers the heavy pupil. It is a dream to return after three years, and the bridge mountain is loose and windy. Who dares to paint in a beautiful day, the teacher closes the room during the day. In my dream, God gave me something, but I think I forgot the letter. The towel never moves, and the lonely door is crying. The veteran sits in the ancient position, and the tiger minister stands in the crown and sword head. I have written all my life, and I am willing to care about apes and roes in the grass. They stepped over the iron gate, and gold and white jade piled up empty beds. Come and imitate me. You are called the white-haired lang of the first emperor. Don't sit in the mirror, and go home next year.

(5) "The dragon watches the dragon thunder, leans on the flute bell to pay the drum, and the morning glow guests will help each other. I am helping Beidou, and I am also filming Sirius. " From Song Wang Xin's "Water Tune Song Tou": A message from Sha Nazi, it is quiet at sunrise. Randall, for my independence. The sky is swinging on it, the clouds are hazy under your feet and the air is melodious. A gust of wind and the east wind came, and the spirit rain passed through Nantang. Recruit Shan Gui, hang Hebo, and be the emperor of the East. Zhu Gongzi Que, what is in the middle of the water? Watching the dragon ride the thunder, relying on the flute bell to pay the drum, the guest will help the mulberry at sunrise. I'm helping Beidou, and I'm filming Sirius.

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3. The full text of the Book of Songs in the hibiscus flower is eye shadow, painted on the spring sleep. The silent hibiscus tree seems to be waiting for someone to blow the horn of the sky and let the morning mist on the grass tip exit a road. At dusk, a crow with black wings crossed the river. When dusk comes, hibiscus flowers bloom. It lives in a deep canyon, and the fat branches and leaves embrace each other. When the night wind blew through the canyon, I heard a slight noise, and the tide reached my ears through the lighted window. In the northwest of Yunnan, that canyon is as deep as a well. I accompanied it, reading the thick book of songs, but I was thinking about a distant city. The canyons in northwest Yunnan are like ancient temples in the mountains, beyond the world of mortals and deep inside. I wonder who planted a hibiscus tree next to this shabby house. Over the years, its long branches have grown to the eaves soaked by rain. Hibiscus blooms and lurks in the middle of the night. When I opened the door, on the slope in the early morning, the pale yellow sunlight had steamed out the mist of rocks and grass in the canyon and coated them with a layer of moisture.

Thinking of a city, my dream has nothing to do with this deep canyon.

The train pulled into the station, and so many people, carrying suitcases in their hands, gathered around to bid farewell and comfort. Not far from the billboard, I used to stand there, wondering whether I should raise my legs and blend in with the flow of people from south to north, whether I should go back to the place where people told me I should go, or whether I should stick to a city and put countless strangers in my heart to find food, hotels, telephone booths, toilets, conference rooms and salary cards.

4. Describe the long sentences or complex sentences of various hibiscus flowers, recall the fifty creams in Tangjiang, and the pretty flowers recall the weakness and astringency of hibiscus flowers, such as the mulberry flowers in the Book of Songs. The expression of sleeping is eye shadow, which is used for sleeping in spring. The silent hibiscus tree seems to be waiting for someone to blow the horn of the sky and let the morning mist on the grass tip exit a road.

In the northwest of Yunnan, that canyon is as deep as a well. I accompanied it, reading the thick book of songs, but I was thinking about a distant city. The canyons in northwest Yunnan are like ancient temples in the mountains, beyond the world of mortals and deep inside.

I wonder who planted a hibiscus tree next to this shabby house. Over the years, its long branches have grown to the eaves soaked by rain. Hibiscus blooms and lurks in the middle of the night.

When I opened the door, on the slope in the early morning, the pale yellow sunlight had steamed out the mist of rocks and grass in the canyon and coated them with a layer of moisture. Thinking of a city, my dream has nothing to do with this deep canyon.

The train pulled into the station, and so many people, carrying suitcases in their hands, crowded around in the farewell and comfort. The road under my feet is not a one-way street. I stood on the side of the road, facing my heart, and tortured again and again: Go? Or stay? A person in the city, smelling the musty smell in the room, I finally said to myself: it's time to go back.

Back to the canyon, I can't walk out. No one will give me another chance to go back to that city and find my lost footprints and heart. Yes, in this deep canyon, with the ancient book of songs in my hand, I think of that distant city again.

Although there are purple jade orchids in that city, they will bloom like fireworks in the branches of early spring. However, I am a person who will never return, not someone who left the canyon and went to that city, which I miss day and night.

(5) Relying on the thick trunk of the hibiscus tree, I put the Book of Songs on the wooden stool at my feet, listening to the endless river behind the mountainside in the distance. The sound of water is like endless brown silks and satins, spreading endlessly in the wind and shining in the scorching sun. A gray cloud floated over the top of the mountain, and the canyon suddenly darkened, just like a huge clam shell, which closed its shell.

Yes, when I left that city, it was because a door was closed to me. Only this canyon, like a mother who loves children, has been receiving a returnee with the embrace between mountains.

Back in the canyon, there was only one person and a book of songs. Only the canyon can praise me like this.

Clouds flew overhead. I walked out of the shadows, stood in the sun, faced the sloping ridge across the canyon and took a deep breath.

At noon, the sun shines on the rocks, grasslands, vines, canals, mills and plank roads in the whole canyon. All the plants are growing wildly. The sunshine during the day sends enough warmth to every leaf. Only at dusk will the condensed dew moisten the soil and let the water flow along the densely underground roots. In this canyon, flowers bloom every year and fruits are fragrant. When I turned around and made a hug gesture to the hibiscus tree beside me, I saw that several hibiscus flowers on the branches were in full bloom, and their wide petals were covered with slender branches like flames. The burning color seems to be a great symphony.

I said to myself: Let's start over. When I opened my book of songs, the first chapter said, "The pigeons in Guanguan are in Hezhou."

This is not a love poem, but it expresses a long and persistent love. The Book of Songs has been opened. This is the first chapter, followed by 305 articles.

My cabin is just a dark red mole on the eyebrow of the canyon. Who can clearly know how wide this canyon is? .

5. The full text of the book of songs in the hibiscus flower is eye shadow, painted on the spring sleep. The silent hibiscus tree seems to be waiting for someone to blow the horn of the sky and let the morning mist on the grass tip exit a road.

At dusk, a crow with black wings crossed the river. When dusk comes, hibiscus flowers bloom. It lives in a deep canyon, and the fat branches and leaves embrace each other. When the night wind blew through the canyon, I heard a slight noise, and the tide reached my ears through the lighted window.

In the northwest of Yunnan, that canyon is as deep as a well. I accompanied it, reading the thick book of songs, but I was thinking about a distant city. The canyons in northwest Yunnan are like ancient temples in the mountains, beyond the world of mortals and deep inside.

I wonder who planted a hibiscus tree next to this shabby house. Over the years, its long branches have grown to the eaves soaked by rain. Hibiscus blooms and lurks in the middle of the night.

When I opened the door, on the slope in the early morning, the pale yellow sunlight had steamed out the mist of rocks and grass in the canyon and coated them with a layer of moisture. Thinking of a city, my dream has nothing to do with this deep canyon.

The train pulled into the station, and so many people, carrying suitcases in their hands, gathered around to bid farewell and comfort. Not far from the billboard, I used to stand there, wondering whether I should raise my legs and blend in with the flow of people from south to north, whether I should go back to the place where people told me I should go, or whether I should stick to a city and put countless strangers in my heart to find food, hotels, telephone booths, toilets, conference rooms and salary cards.

6. What are the poems and songs about Zhu Jin flowers? 1, Qingpingle, Golden Wind and Sunny.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.

Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.

A slight autumn wind blew carefully, and the leaves of the phoenix tree were falling. The first taste of mellow green wine is intoxicating, so you can sleep soundly in front of the small window. Ziwei and Zhu Jin withered in the autumn cold, and only the sunset reflected the railing of the pavilion. It's the season of returning to the south, and the screen was slightly cold last night.

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Zhu Jin flower

Tang Dynasty: Li Shen

The smoke is long and warm without frost and snow, and the flowers are full of mangroves.

Every time I sigh in wheatgrass, I feel very tired, and I don't know if there is a spring breeze.

Hot and humid air, warm and lasting, no frost and no snow. The flowers in Zhu Jin are very beautiful, and the whole tree is full of red flowers. April in Fang Fei is disgusting whenever I sigh. But I didn't know that the spring breeze participated in the flowers and falls.

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plant culture

1, poetry

Yang Fang, a poet in the Jin Dynasty, wrote in his poem Fusang: "Qiao Feng is long and covered with green leaves. When the wind whispers, the fragrant gas enters the summer purple. I like this forest and want to move to my house. I have to swim under it at night and get flowers in the morning. "

Zhu Jinhua, a poet in the Southern Dynasties, praised the cloud: "The sunrise shines on the sun and the coral shines on the water. Chiba hibiscus is similar, and a hundred snuff is ashamed. " The poet wrote four of the most beautiful things, but compared with the gorgeous flowers in Zhu Jin, they are much inferior.

Shen Li, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in Zhu Jin Flowers: "The smoke is long and warm without frost and snow, and the flowers are full of trees. Every time I sigh Fang Fei, I get tired of it. I don't know if there is a spring breeze. "

Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote many poems praising Fusang, one of which is particularly vivid. The poem says: "Yin and Xian are mixed, but they are in a dilemma." The crimson and bright red hibiscus flowers he described are scrambling to squeeze together, which is really refreshing.

Sang Yue, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, said in the poem Ode to Fusang: "There are no flowers fighting the scarlet in the south, and the pure land gate is paved here. If you want to offer Tathagata too much color, it means hiding the mysterious sound and shocking the branches. The leaves were as deep as a kind cloud, and Da Rui was stunned by the bright sun. Why not enjoy a three-night stand and just worry about burning space? " He praised the beauty of Fusang and Buddhism, which made people love Fusang more.

2. Flower language

Exquisite beauty, considerate beauty, always fresh and beautiful. Fresh love, implicit beauty.

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