The poetry of daffodils!

The poetry of daffodils! 1, "Wang Chongdao Sends Fifty Daffodils" Song Huang Tingjian.

The Limbo fairy has dust socks, and the water is light and light. Who recruited this soul-breaking soul and planted it as a cold flower to send sorrow. The deodorant wants to fall into the city, and the alum is the younger brother Mei is the brother. Sitting on the right is really annoyed by the flowers, and goes out with a smile.

2, "Daffodil" Song Liu Kezhuang.

The years are shaking and falling, and a kind of breeze is absolutely pitiful. It is not all silt that invades Haosu, but it is all based on the wind and dew. The soul is sprinkled with Shen Xiangke, and the jade color vaguely catches the moon fairy. But he laughed at Fu Weng too fat powder, and mistook Gao Ya for Chanjuan.

3, "Daffodil" Song Liu Bangzhi.

The water can be fairy and strange, and the cold fragrance is lonely and moves the ice muscles. Who has the fairy wind dao bone today? Lightly sweep the moth eyebrows.

4, "Daffodil" Yuan Yang Zai.

The flowers are like gold cups and jade plates, and the light is cold. There are cloud ladders in the world, dedicated to Chang'e in the moon.

5, "Four Uniques of Daffodils" Ming Yang Shen.

Take the carp piano to pick up the new, and there is less red dust in the blue sky. Huang Gu Zhu skirted the water, not the world is jealous.

6, "Daffodil" Qing Tao Fu Yin.

If Pan Lan Yuanzhi is a neighbor, he will be suspicious of Luo socks. Last night, the moon and the river stood up, I don't know who Xie admired and gave it to?

7, "Daffodils" Qing Wang Fuzhi.

Embracing the red clouds is helpless, I don't know that there are spring waves in the world. Where the heart washes the fragrance and leaves a shadow, the petite Xiaoice muscle jade shuttles.

8, "Guangqun Fangpu" Qing Liu Hao.

Six out of the jade plate Jin Qu Wei, green Yao bush out of the flower branches. The fragrance is confident and high-quality, so it goes hand in hand with Jiangmei.

The white petals, yellow stamens, and faint fragrance of the daffodils that can be smelled from afar are truly beautiful. Here are three poems about daffodils, I hope it will help you.

This woman stands in the water**, slim.

And I love her tenderness and tranquility so much.

I looked at her, and a good feeling was growing.

Cold and long weather.

Oh, I don't pity her.

She has wounds from the past that are not easily visible.

That's it, hidden deep in the boudoir.

Borrow a wisp of time, daffodils.

In a gentle breeze.

In early spring, open your sleepy eyes.

Like weeping willows and peach branches.

Swaying a gentle figure.

Quiet as mist, waiting by the river.

If the little sister next door.

Leaning on the railing, not shy.

Rather, it is a teal waiting for the prophet.

Attract a flower boat.

Marry her to the other side.

The spring breeze is the best token.

Unravel her thoughts layer by layer.

Suddenly looking back, she.

Smile brighter than spring.

There was only a moment when I opened my eyes.

My flesh will bloom a little flower.

Blowing like the wind.

Transparent like a narcissus.

Fragrant. It smells sweet.

The black night becomes brighter.

I can't guess why that affectionate little flower was intoxicated.

She looked quiet.

It's like a compassionate little bodhisattva who doesn't think about life and death.

Her past and present lives are like a tree.

It looks so divine.

I was like a lonely cloud, floating high above the valley, and suddenly I saw a large patch of flowers, golden daffodils blooming all over the place.

They bloom on the shore of the lake, under the trees.

They frolic and flutter in the wind.

They are as dense as the stars of the Milky Way, like stars twinkling and shining;

They stretch forward along the bay, leading into the distance as if endlessly;

At a glance, there are thousands of flowers, and how happy the flowers are dancing.

The sparkling lake waves were also dancing nearby, but they didn't know that this narcissus danced lightly;

How could the psalmist not rejoice when he met this happy companion?

I stared for a long time—but I didn't grasp it.

This scene brought me a spiritual treasure.

How many times have I been depressed and alone, feeling bored and empty;

This scene flashed in my mind, how many times comforted my loneliness;

My heart danced with the narcissus again, and my heart was filled with joy again.

The poems of daffodils are as follows:1, Desolate Criminal, Chongtai Narcissus.

The empty river is wide. Clear the dust and condense, and carve the ice leaves layer by layer. The water's edge is shining, the gorgeous clothes are swaying green, and the dew is wet with tears. Hunan smoke twilight. Dust socks, Limbo half-wading. Afraid of the wind, bullying the skinny bones, and protecting the cold and folding clothes.

Sister Fan Yu hated, Xiao Tian sparse her lips, and washed her makeup timidly. The people are the most bitter, with deep scars and a few sorrows. The flowers are fragrant, smoky and frosty. Leaning on Yaotai, twelve coins are dizzy and half-pinched.

2. The golden man holds the dew plate and daffodils.

Dream Xiangyun, Yin Xiangyue, hang Xiangling. Who has seen it, and the socks are dusty. Ling Bo is weak, and his back is six baht light.

Graceful, delicate yellow, jade light. The incense heart is quiet, the wave heart is cold, the piano heart is resentful, and the guest heart is frightened. Afraid of admiration, but returned to Yaojing.

Cup of Qinglu, drunk Chunlanyou and Brother Mei. The smoke is vast, the intestines are broken, the snow is cold and the river is clear.

3. Two daffodils and ice flowers in the cold night of the small window.

The small window sees ice flowers on a cold night, and the bones are cold and the soul is not evil.

The daylily tree should only be in the savage's house.

4. Four daffodils, forehead whisk to kill the royal robe yellow.

The forehead is whisked to kill the yellow robe, and the moon is stolen on the clothes.

When Qian Chunfeng was the matchmaker, West Lake married the Narcissus King.