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The poems and essays about daffodils are as follows:<> Part 1: "Daffodils".

In April, I think of daffodils.

The fairy exclaimed in the mortal world, and the rain was jealous.

The long-sleeved fluttering phoenix swirls, and the green skirt sways the clouds.

The sky and the earth are covered with snow, and the grass is declining and fearing that there is no spring master.

Yunya is clear and proud, flying in the sky and angry in the world.

Manman is graceful and moving, slim and elegant.

A bay of blue waves and snow dances, everything is sluggish!

Chapter 2: "Daffodils".

Walking into the rain alley, long and melancholy.

There is a narcissus blooming.

Swaying in the wind.

In an instant, it overflowed with the fragrance of the court.

Should be. A hesitation that flowed from the scroll.

Serenity, yet serenity.

Like white clouds hanging in the blue sky.

Bring infinite reverie.

Maybe. A sallow yellow that spreads over time.

Graceful, and confused.

Like an ink pen thrown on an ancient painting.

Flowing down the paper.

Could it be. The thought of ferrying from the other side.

The fragrance wafting from the valley.

Thoughts churning from the red dust.

No, it should be a gift.

Cherish, love, and never forget.

I'm waiting. A narcissus is in full bloom.

Tough, upright, and generous.

Chapter 3: "Daffodil Blooms".

Carry a piece of snow outside the window.

The desk blooms quietly.

The gaze gently shook the delicate face.

Send a wisp of fragrance like a watery heart.

With a full green leaf.

Outline the shape of winter.

Let the petals warm into the words in the plain paper.

Quietly put the beautiful collection.

There are days with flowers.

All the way. Fragrance all the way.

Chapter 4: "Daffodils".

Then. The pots of daffodils are rudimentary.

The distance between man and narcissus is very close, very close.

At this time. The pots of daffodils are gorgeous.

But the distance between man and narcissus is far, far away.

When. The pot of the narcissus was magnificent.

The distance between man and narcissus is very close, very close.

Then in a fairyland on earth.

Open out. Icy daffodils.

1. Daffodils.

Song Yang Wanli. The rhyme is still fragrant, and the flowers are clear.

The immortals do not walk on the ground, and borrow the name of water.

Who is the company? Xiao Ran is not close.

The snow palace is lonely, and there is no one in the water hall.

Daffodil) is strange and fragrant, and the moonlight is beautiful and noble, and it is not as beautiful and noble as its clear and beautiful. Like the handsome and elegant immortals who do not walk on the ground, Lingbo Water borrows "Narcissus" as its name.

Praise the posture, charm, and character of the narcissus as beautiful as the ice muscle and jade bones, and the fragrance and elegance of the fairy, because it is in the water surface, so it takes the beautiful name of "narcissus". The language is subtle and witty, and the writing is both physical and spiritual.

2. Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils, and he was happy to know and sing for them.

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.

This poem mainly writes about flowers and the troubles of the poet, and was written by Huang Tingjian when he was summoned to return to the east and passed through Shashi for the winter in the first year of the founding of the Yasukuni Kingdom. This winter, the author wrote four poems about daffodils in Shashi, and this poem is the most famous.

3. Daffodils.

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.

The cold winter has arrived, everything is drifting, but the narcissus is open at the right time and has tenacious vitality. It is clean and self-conscious, and its temperament is as modest as Qu Yuan. This poem seems to praise narcissus, but in fact the author is looking for an ideal personality, a majestic arrogance and a noble temperament.

Wordsworth.

I was like a lonely cloud, floating high in the valley, and suddenly I saw a large field of flowers, and it was golden daffodils blooming everywhere. They bloom on the shore of the lake, they bloom under the trees, they dance in the wind, they float in the wind. They are as dense as the stars of the Milky Way, like a group of stars twinkling and shining; They stretch forward along the bay, and the distance seems endless; At a glance, there are thousands of flowers, and thousands of flowers are dancing happily.

The sparkling lake waves are also dancing happily nearby, but they are not as light as this narcissus; How could the psalmist not rejoice when he met this happy companion? I gazed at it for a long time, but I didn't realize the spiritual treasure that this sight had given me. How many times have I been depressed and alone, feeling bored and empty; This scene flashed in my mind, How many times have comforted my loneliness; My heart danced with the narcissus again, and my heart was filled with joy again.

Daffodils, Song Liu Kezhuang, the age of the swaying things is gloomy, 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. Daffodil.

Song Liu Bangzhi has water energy and fairy heaven and strangeness, and the cold fragrance is lonely and moves ice muscles. Who has the fairy wind dao bone today? Lightly sweep the moth eyebrows.

Daffodils, Yuan Yangzai, flowers like golden cups recommend jade plates, blazing light and cold. There are cloud ladders in the world, dedicated to Chang'e in the moon. Daffodils (one of them).

You are like a light on the first floor, illuminating yourself and warming others You are not only a fairy in the water, but also a fairy in my dreams.

All the bleak stories and moods are brightened up by you at once, in the cold season. Your pure breath warms me like a small stove.

Ah, daffodils, the little woman standing in the clear water, your gentleness is as intriguing as reading the graceful and timeless words, between the breath, the room is full of fragrance, a distant touch slowly rises, fragrant human hearts.