Give an example of a poem to illustrate the cultural connotation of wisteria flowers 20 points!!!

Verses about wisteria flowers, wisteria lingering arrowroot, green thorns fighting ants, and roses; On the Bitan, the wisteria of the Spring Festival Gala blooms; The green vines are yin and purple sleeves are low, and the guests come to sit in the west of the small hall; Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and flowers and vines are suitable for spring; There is no order of vine flowers, and ten thousand flowers bloom at one time.

Source: Duwei Mountain Pavilion Tang Dynasty Du Xianyan.

Wisteria and arrowroot, green thorn rose. Go fishing to watch the fish jump, explore the nest and fly the birds.

The leaves are thinning the lotus late, and the branches are newly fertilized. The victories are unlimited, and they should only be accompanied by the moon.

Remembering the new vine" Tang Dynasty Li Deyu.

On the Bitan, the wisteria of the Spring Festival Gala blooms; The water is like a morning glow, and Lin Jichang is suspicious of the colorful phoenix.

The fragrance of the island is beautiful, and the berry moss is gorgeous. If the golden valley is combined, the brocade tent should be returned.

Wisteria" Tang Dynasty Xu Hun.

The green vines are yin and purple sleeves are low, and the guests come to sit in the west of the small hall;

No one will be drunk and hidden, and his home is close to Jiangnan Ganghua Creek.

Wisteria Tree" Tang Dynasty Li Bai.

Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and flowers and vines are suitable for spring;

Dense leaves hidden singing birds, fragrant wind to stay beautiful.

The Chen family's wisteria flowers are presented to the Zhou judges, Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi.

There is no order of vine flowers, and ten thousand flowers bloom at one time.

It's not Zhou, who called me.

Gently pushed the door open.

Step into the misty morning.

The hazy mist.

Moistened throughout the spring.

Wait for spring to wake up.

Cheer for its vibrancy.

The warm breeze blows slowly.

Led me to a wisteria.

At this point, the wind blew away the fog.

The sun shines at the right time.

The wisteria hung on a high trellis.

The vines of the flowers are bathed in sunlight.

This large patch of purple hangs down.

It sparkles like a waterfall.

It doesn't have the deafening waterfall though.

But the warm flow of the lilac.

But it gives people a silent shock.

Birds chirp on the dense leaves.

It seems to be telling the flower language of this wisteria, the love of indulgence, and the love of perseverance.

Bunches of vines swayed in the wind.

Full of thoughts are blown away in the wind.

It blooms so thickly, so densely.

Flowing, flowing.

As if there is no bottom in sight.

It's an addiction to life.

It's an attachment to life.

That string of relays.

Slowly, he gently pushed open the door.

Step into the misty morning.

The hazy mist.

Moistened throughout the spring.

Wait for spring to wake up.

Cheer for its vibrancy.

The warm breeze blows slowly.

Led me to a wisteria.

At this point, the wind blew away the fog.

The sun shines at the right time.

The wisteria hung on a high trellis.

The vines of the flowers are bathed in sunlight.

This large patch of purple hangs down.

It sparkles like a waterfall.

It doesn't have the deafening waterfall though.

But the warm flow of the lilac.

But it gives people a silent shock.

Birds chirp on the dense leaves.

It seems to be telling the flower language of this wisteria, the love of indulgence, and the love of perseverance.

Bunches of vines swayed in the wind.

Full of thoughts are blown away in the wind.

It blooms so thickly, so densely.

Flowing, flowing.

As if there is no bottom in sight.

It's an addiction to life.

It's an attachment to life.

That string of relays.

It slowly flowed into my heart.

Solve my doubts about life.

Let me get an insight into life.

In this lilac aroma.

I want to say thank you to it, and you have flowed into my heart.

Solve my doubts about life.

Let me get an insight into life.

In this lilac aroma.

I want to say thank you to it.

Purple Teng flowers I entangle the deep affection.

Looking for your evaporating back.

I'm in a downcast mood.

Swaying without sound.

A wonderful scene with no ending.

We don't look like movies.

When all the people who were watching me were gone.

I saw myself.

Wisteria flowers: Windward hearts, rising day and night long.

The more you want to be strong and cheerful.

The hoarse the laughter.

Wisteria Flowers tie hearts to the merry-go-round.

Paradise is no longer noisy.

I still can't forget the old love words.

The most ambiguous person.

The hardest thing to forget is because there are still dreams.

The most romantic people.

The hardest to sober up is not to believe who is ruthless.

If only it could be like the wind and the clouds.

Alienated and intimate with each other.

Don't ask for secrets you don't tell.

Will the joy continue.

Wisteria flowers: Windward hearts, rising day and night long.

The more you want to be strong and cheerful.

The hoarse the laughter.

Wisteria Flowers tie hearts to the merry-go-round.

Paradise is no longer noisy.

I still can't forget the old love words.

The most tormenting thing about love is not parting.

It's a touching memory.

Makes it easy.

Stand where you are, thinking you're going back.

Wisteria flowers: Windward hearts, rising day and night long.

The more you want to be strong and cheerful.

The hoarse the laughter.

Wisteria Flowers tie hearts to the merry-go-round.

Paradise is no longer noisy.

I still can't forget it.

Wisteria flowers: Windward hearts, rising day and night long.

The more you want to be strong and cheerful.

The hoarse the laughter.

Wisteria Flowers tie hearts to the merry-go-round.

Paradise is no longer noisy.

I still can't forget the old love words.

On May 11 of the third year of Yuanfeng, sleepwalking in the house of He's house at night, there is a small garden ancient well at the west gate of the opening hall, the well is all cangshi, the wisteria on the stone is like a dragon snake, and the branches and leaves are like red arrows.

The master said, this Shizhi also.

Yu rate to eat a branch, everyone is surprised, its taste is like chicken Su and sweet, tomorrow to write this poem.

The empty hall is bright and the moon is clear and new, and the quiet people sleep at the beginning of the day.

It is clear that it is neither a dream nor a dream, and some people call Qi Kongbin at night.

How far is the cloak, Zhu Lan Bijing opened Qionghu.

Suddenly, dragons and snakes were piled up on the stones, and Yuzhi purple bamboo shoots were numerous.

Knock the green coral, the taste is like honey lotus root and chicken soy.

The host looked at each other and stroked his palm, and the guests in the hall were all Luhu.

It is also known that the cave house ridiculed and took off, and finally defeated Ji Kang and envy Wang Lie.

The sacred mountain has been in place for 500 years, and the wind blows the chalcedony as hard as iron.

The wisteria on the stone is like a dragon snake, and the branches and leaves are like red arrows.

Dotted lips and wisteria.

Hu Bingyan is as bright as a blue belt, and the purple rainbow is stacked with waterfalls.

The staggered knots are abrupt, and the dragon pillar is vigorous.

Colorful wind chimes, no hidden fragrance.

The vine entangles the tree, the vine is entangled in affection, and the love is solid for thousands of years.