Poems and feelings related to flowers, poems related to flowers

No one is good for 100 days, and no flower is red for 100 days.

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkins pond has a faint breeze.

The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossoms flow and the mandarin fish is fat.

Heaven and earth are lonely and the mountains rest again, when to repair the plum blossoms.

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.

Cherish spring is often afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention countless reds.

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

On the New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day, and the willow tops were on the moon, and people were about after dusk. Yongmei (Wang Anshi) last year in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face are red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossom is still smiling at the east wind.

Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned and went back to my heart.

How much hatred, in the soul of last night's dream. It's like the old days when you went to the garden. The car is like flowing water, the horse is like a dragon, and the flower moon is in the spring breeze.

The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water surrounds them. The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

1. The stone path of the cold mountain is sloping far away, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

2. The hedge is sparse and the path is deep, and the flowers on the tree are not shaded. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies and flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found.

3. The faint flying bridge is separated by smoke, and the fishing boat is asked on the west side of the rock. The peach blossoms flow with the water all day long, where is the hole in the clear stream?

4. The red mansion reclines on the river meander, and the stream in front of the building condenses the cold jade. The rippling magnolia boat, the people in the boat are young. The lotus flower is coquettish, and she laughs into the mandarin duck pool. The smoke is low on the waves, and the moon is down.

5. The mountains surround the Pinghu Lake and shake the city, the reflection of the lake is soaked in the green mountains, and the crystal downstairs wants three more. When the fog and willows are dark, the clouds are over the moon, the dew lotus turns over the water and the fireflies, and Xiao Xiao spreads until the dawn.

6. The pond was stormy overnight, and ten thousand red jade flowers bloomed. The merciful gentleman comes from Gaoge, and loves Lian who is dunyi.

7. The autumn wind is bleak and the flowers are dead, the dead branches and fallen leaves are swaying with the waves, and the lead Hua health machine is temporarily thanked, and the spring rain is full of ponds.

8. Wading the river to play in autumn water, love this red fern fresh. Climbing lotus makes its beads, rippling not into a circle. In the beautiful clouds, I want to give away the sky. Acacia has no cause to see, looking forward to the cool breeze.

9. A river of smoke and water shines on the sunny land, and people on both sides of the strait are connected to the eaves. The lotus bush is light in autumn for a while, and the sand gulls dance again and again, and the incense wind is ten miles of bead curtains.

10. A friend called me and invited me to visit the site. The slanting wind and rain are counted, and the crescent willows are a few branches. Go to the near spring garden and stand up at the lotus pond. The lotus welcomes me, and I am self-obsessed.