Poems about climbing and enjoying chrysanthemums

1) orchids are in the valley, and no one knows. Just for the sake of fragrance and weight, I beg to travel all over Qian Shan. -Chen Yi's "Orchid"

2) Broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. -Lu You's "Yongmei"

3) Dark purple, melting yellow. They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House. Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset. I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich. -Li Shangyin's Chrysanthemum

4) The orchid leaves are tender in spring, and the osmanthus flowers are bright in autumn. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season. Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? . -Zhang Jiuling's "Feeling"

5) The dragon must roar with the phoenix tail, and the fog will stop for an acre of autumn. When the court goes to full of green, the case of Jiuzun will be closed. -"Moving Pine Bamboo"

6) Ten thousand branches learn Xiaoxiang morning dew, and the solitary pavilion is cool with white stone. Who knows that the dragon doesn't rain, and the spring thunder lashes into the ground. -"Eleven Bamboo Songs, Part Two"

7) Fahua is looking for spring and is happy to see plums. A plant is piled up in the snow. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. -Wang Anshi's "Bet on Plum Blossom Poetry with Xue Zhaoming and Lose One"

8) There are more than 100 kinds of famous chrysanthemums, and the flowers are beautiful and beautiful. Autumn is light outside the nursery, and spring is spinning in front of you. Who is responsible for good luck? Diligent, intelligent and self-professional. Invited guests * * *; Singing music is extended for one year. -Dong, "Appreciating Chrysanthemums"

9) Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. -Zheng Xie Bamboo Stone

10) Cold flowers are gone, and chrysanthemums are full of branches. Old friends are frequently different, and light fragrant wine is temporarily followed. -Du Fu's "Yun 'an Nine Days"

1 1) All the fragrant flowers shake off their brilliance and occupy the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn. -Lin Hejing's Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden

12) high? Chu Jiang? , Zen volume including Shu Qi. White flowers shake the wind shadow, and green knots move the dragon text. Leaves sweep the southeast sky, branches carry the northwest clouds. Who knows Xiang Shui, crying alone and thinking of you. -Li Qiao's "Singing Bamboo"

13) If you don't walk when crossing the bridge, it may hinder pedestrians from being injured. I want to be ashamed of my lack of love, and I won't be like Gan Tang if I don't teach you. -Bamboo on the Bridge

14) Everything is unique. Cultivate a group of unique people. Sadako once braved the heavy snow. High abstinence and lingyun. Fine rhyme wind has just begun to appear. The smoke smoldered day by day. Say goodbye because of the topic. You can't live without a gentleman for a while. -Sun Yi's "Send a Bell to Give a Bamboo Yuan Outside"

15) set on the horizon and be willing to make progress. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. -Li Shangyin's "Yimei"