Why are there so few descriptions of roses in ancient Chinese poetry?

The importance of roses came from the West. Ancient China should not value this thing. Roses are rich in meaning, and are also known as "assassins", "wandering flowers", "liniang grass" or "liniang" by the ancients.

Pingyin rose cultivation in China has a long history, according to historical records, it began in the Han Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,000 years. Since ancient times, roses have had great ornamental, medical, and medicinal value. Therefore, there are not many poems about roses, but they may be lost.

Roses are native to eastern Asia, and Pingyin roses have a long history of cultivation, according to historical records, starting in the Han Dynasty and have a history of more than 2,000 years. The origin of the name of the rose, "Shuowen" has: "rose, the beauty of the stone, the rose, the pearl is good"; Sima Xiangru's "Zixu Fu" also has the saying that "its stone is red rose, jade rose, and rose rose".

The Chinese literati liked tall trees—they reminded them of their upright integrity; or flowers with plain colors and strong aromas – considered a low-key expression of talent.

Because ancient roses were not pretty. Or that roses are never pretty, with a single color, sparse and small flowers. The flowers that are now called roses in florists are the "modern hybrid perfume moon".

Later, roses became the name of flowers, and the Chinese did not have the same tender explanation as the West. Because of the collection of sharp hedgehogs on the stems of roses, the Chinese figuratively regarded them as "heroes" and called them "assassins". This appreciation of the "Hero" is very much in line with the nature of the rose.

In addition, because of its fragrant fragrance and endless curling, roses are also named "wandering flowers"; And because each new branch and the old tree is easy to wither, if the new branch is moved, then both are luxuriant, so it is also called "away from the mother's grass". Whether it is an "assassin" or a "divorced", Rose shows a peerless elegance hidden in tenacity, and is by no means a tragic lady who is fleeting.

The rose is also a thorn - too rebellious, too unforgiving. It's not good either. Don't look at the literati's powerful mouths, they actually cherish themselves - when planting flowers, of course, it's better to avoid them.

1. Modern Bingxin "Spring Water Wisteria Rose", original text:

Wisteria fell on the pond.

Under the flower stand. There was no one for a long day.

Only the breeze blew the leaves.

2. Modern Bingxin "Spring Water Little Flower", original text:

Small flowers in the cave valley.

Unable to rush away.

I thanked you weakly.

I haven't experienced spring.

But you should know!

3. Modern Bingxin "Spring Water Lotus", original text:

White flowers are better than leaves with green cores.

Strong wine is not as good as light tea.

4. Modern Ice Reform Debate Heart "Spring Water Sunflower", original text:

Sunflower admits to those who have never seen the White Lotus that they are best friends.

The white lotus came out of the water, and the sunflower lowered her head:

Her slim arrogance separates herself.

5. Modern Bingxin "Spring Water Roses", original text:

The thorns of the rose are the hatred of those who climb them, and they are her own comfort.

1. The willows are green, and the roses are red. - Tang Wen Tingyun, "Dance Music Lyrics, Qu Zhe Ci".

Translation: The willow is emerald green, and the small bridge next to it also turns green under the shadow of the willow; The roses were red, and the fluttering petals were scattered all over the ground, and the earth seemed to have been covered with a layer of red.

2. Look at the rose tree in spring, and the west neighbor is the Song family. - Don Li Shuqing, "Fang Shuqing".

Translation: In spring, the rose trees are in full bloom, and the Song family is adjacent to the west.

3. Qin Yan is full of pity and color painting, and the name of the person who gives it as a rose. ——Tang Xukun, "Sizhi Inspector Wuzhu Moved to Roses".

Translation: Its beauty is loved by everyone, and it is not comparable to its rich colors; Who called it such a beautiful name as a rose?

4. The false peony is vain jealous, and the rose is ashamed and does not dare to open. ——Tang Xu Ning, "Peony of Kaiyuan Temple".

Translation: After the peony flowers bloom, they can only be jealous of your appearance, and even the roses dare not bloom to compete with you.

5. Wax burns silver but wins planting, Jiuhua red spit roses. - Don Xu Kun, "Lantern Flowers".

Translation: Candles were lit to burn silver, but they were better than plants, and the color was red and bright like roses.

6. Qin Yan is full of pity and painting, and the name of the person who gives it as a rose. ——Xu Kun, "Sizhi Inspector Wuzhu Moves to Roses".

Translation: Fragrant and delicate colors are better than paintings, and they are all lovely, who named you Rose?

Li Jianxun [Spring Words].

Higao walked down the stairs of the hall, and the fine grass Chunsha did not embroider shoes.

Fold a rose and send a hairpin to the phoenix.

Wen Tingyun [Dance music lyrics.

Qu Zheci] willows linger on the bridge green, and roses are red.

Embroidered shirts are golden, and flowers are jade.

The fragrance of the rain is latent and moist, and the spring water is dark.

The first dream of the painting building is broken, and the sunny day shines on the Hunan wind.

Li Shuqing [Fangshu].

Looking at the rose tree in spring, the west neighbor is the Song family.

The door is deep and dark, and the wall is close to the flowers.

The beautiful makeup is sad and the twilight is sorrowful, and the runny nose is to the window screen.

The shadow is shallow, and the fragrance is slanted.

Qi Ji [Rose].

It is like a rose at all, and the thorns are open.

There is a frame in the fragrant bush, and the red ground is mossy.

Go to the idlers to see, sunny and distant butterflies.

The peony was a few days ahead and stopped in the dust.

Xu Ning [Title Kaiyuan Temple Peony].

This flower is difficult to plant, and it is ashamed of the monk's intention to plant.

The petrel is relieved and pity, and the wasp does not know and wanders.

The false peony is jealous in vain, and the rose is ashamed and does not dare to open.

There are only a few buds and red calyxes, and Hanfang is only waiting for people to come.

Xu Kun [Lantern Flower].

Wax burns silver but wins planting, Jiuhua red spit roses.

It contains only the cold light of the winter night, and it is not opened in the warm place of the spring breeze.

It's hard to see just because you can send joy, don't pick it for fear of falling into ashes.

The ointment is attached to the heat and many phases, and it is a moth to report it.

You're tired.

Hu Bingyan said: I yearn for the mountain, the water, the cliff.

I prefer to sit on the top of the mountain and watch the rainbow.

Go to the south of the Yangtze River in March to see the rape flowers full of slopes and mountains.

Go to Jiangbei in March to kiss the pink peach blossoms all over the mountains.

Hold a flower umbrella and enjoy the pictures on the West Lake.

Pull a fragrant sleeve on the shore of Daming Lake.

Fold a few amorous roses.

Slowly looking for her I love in the wilderness.

The spring breeze shook the willows.

The grass is shaking.

Once that crooked stream.

Still washing the fine quicksand.

From time to time, I will play that beautiful pipa for you.

euphemistically the amorous fish and shrimp under the hibiscus.

You're tired. You're tired.

Come and rest in my house!

I'll make you a drink...

Freshly picked Mingzen tea.

The direct inspector of the department did not move to the rose.

Don Xu. Fang Fei moved from Yue Wangtai, which is most like a rose and planted.

Qin Yan is full of pity and painting, and the name of the person who gives it as a rose.

The spring Tibetan splendid wind blows and disempowers, and the sky dyes Qiongyao and the sun shines.

In order to report Zhu Yi's early invitation, Mojiao scattered the moss.

Rose. Tang Yanqian.

The musk is clear, and the shark yarn is covered with green.

The palace makeup is about to dawn, and the brocade section is easterly.

Weak in the spring smoke, sad in the twilight rain.

I don't know what it means, it's as red as the shades.

and Li Yuanwai and the Sheren sang roses and sent Xu Shilang.

Don Sikongshu.

Immortal Ziwei Lang, strange flowers play together.

Accumulate stars and row green pedicles, and glow red in the eyes.

Secretly jealous of the step-turning medicine, and the incense is directly signed.

It is easy to entangle the wandering branches and bees, which hinders the stinging birds.

The dew is wet with condensation powder, and the wind blows away the yellow.

The beads and trees are together, and the brocade screen is bright.

Staying guests is better than looking at bamboo, thinking about people than loving Tang.

If you pass on the song of Pingyong, you will think far away and be full of Xiaoxiang.

Feng and Li Sheren Kun Ji Yong roses sent to Xu Shilang.

Tang Lulun Duhe sends smoke cream, and Shuangluan thinks about the evening.

The old yin is still in Xie's house, and the new is out of the Xiao wall.

The butterflies are scattered and dewed, and the warblers are connected into the sunset.

The rain is victorious, and the wind night drama burns incense.

The sun is full of flowers, and the lonely glow is bright.

There are few dense leaves, and the branches are long.

The shadow period is highly rewarded, and the spring is far away.

Taste and smell the gift of Qiong Jiu, and talk and be ashamed.

Fangshu. Don Lee Shuqing.

Looking at the rose tree in spring, the west neighbor is the Song family.

The door is deep and dark, and the wall is close to the flowers.

The shadow is shallow, and the fragrance is slanted.

The beautiful makeup is sad and the twilight is sorrowful, and the runny nose is to the window screen.

Friends, roses are modern products, so there should be no ancient poems, but some ancient poems that describe the moon and the season can also be applied. Who said that the creation is unbiased, and the spring light lives in it alone.

The leaves are deep in the clouds and the outside is blue, and the branches are long and red by the sun.

It has accompanied the peach and plum to rain when it blooms, and it is still accompanied by the wind behind the sycamore.

Spend all the master's songs and wine, and buy flowers without teaching leisure.

Hope satisfied!

Leave you for a hundred weeks.

I'm back here.

Look for evidence that we've loved.

No one wants to mention it.

Roses its past.

The topic here today.

I call it memory.

I know the love thing.

He didn't make much sense.

I was with you in the past.

It's me who is too rebellious.

Now it's just me.

Secretly thinking about you.

Funeral of roses.

Bury memories about you.

Feeling numb in your hands.

I can't take care of myself, I can't hold you back.

It's really beautiful.

The day's fireworks rain.

I said I would marry you in a floral dress.

Funeral of roses.

Bury you who you love deeply.

The remnants stop breathing.

Seep into the earth and no one will notice.

A small raindrop.

Wait for dawn with me.

I miss you in this last minute.

I stalked on the skybridge covered in night.

Each ladder.

They all have traces of the past of you and me.

Wen Cun is drunk and noisy and sober.

It's still spinning around my feet.

I didn't have time to hand you the red rose.

Love is like a rain.

has left me.

Love that is too bright will eventually wither.

Funeral of roses.

Bury memories about you.

Feeling numb in your hands.

I can't take care of myself, I can't hold you back.

It's really beautiful.

The day's fireworks rain.

I said I would marry you in a floral dress.

Funeral of roses.

Bury you who you love deeply.

The remnants stop breathing.

Seep into the earth and no one will notice.

A small raindrop.

Wait for dawn with me.

I miss you in this last minute.

Always thinking back to the past and blaming myself.

I always think of you inadvertently.

Now you are too far away.

It can only remain in my memory.

Funeral of roses.

Bury memories about you.

Feeling numb in your hands.

I can't take care of myself, I can't hold you back.

It's really beautiful.

The day's fireworks rain.

I said I would marry you in a floral dress.

Funeral of roses.

Bury you who you love deeply.

The remnants stop breathing.

Seep into the earth and no one will notice.

A small raindrop.

Wait for dawn with me.

I miss you in this last minute.