Verses in praise of tomatoes, poems in praise of persimmons What are the verses in praise of persimm

1. The red sleeves weave the persimmon and praise the persimmon, and the green flag wine takes advantage of the pear blossom.

Interpretation]: The red-sleeved girl boasted that the weaving of Hangzhou persimmon was good, and she competed to buy wine and drink "pear blossom" in front of the Qingqi door.

2. Persimmon leaves turn red and frost in autumn, and the blue sky is like water leaning on the red building.

Interpretation]: The leaves of the persimmon are red, setting off the autumn scenery, and the turquoise water is like a red building.

3. Xiaolian stars are shadowed, and the sun hangs at night.

Interpretation]: With the faint sunlight coming out, rest with the stars at night.

4. The village is dark and the mulberry branches are combined, and the forest is full of red persimmons.

Interpretation]: The village is dark, the mulberry branches are intertwined, and the persimmons in the forest are red and fruitful.

5. The white reed flowers are spit, and the tomato leaves in the garden are sparse.

Interpretation]: The white reeds in Yuezhou are blooming, the persimmons in the garden are red, and the leaves are gradually falling.

The leaves are close to the threshold, and the anthers are turned over.

The shadow of the wind tree shifts, and the dew regains its branches.

Yuan Zhu is verdant, and Liang Wu is not sold out.

The stars are shadowed in the dawn, and the sun hangs in the evening.

This is because of the legacy, and it is turned over to protect itself.

Rare trees are strange acres, and low branches blow the palace.

Because of the opening of the four boundaries, this is from the flowers.

When the summer shade is green, the autumn color turns red.

You look at the herb metaphor, how to reduce the sun power.

Persimmon red pears are purple and ripe in the mountains, and the trees fall in the cold rain.

Dongtian harvests several acres of grain, and the construction of the field accumulates high as a house.

The firewood cart is spotted with yellow calves, and the Ding man's shoulders are bald.

Cooking pigs and drinking music shrine gods, the drums and sorrows are still intermittent.

The Tian family has nothing to worry about, and the old people in Lu still receive each other.

The road is sluggish like a mountain, where the old man Ning has a request.

There are danguo in the forest, and the branches are thick.

The persimmon has been soft and beautiful, and the bones are also soft.

The wind and frost change color, and the rain and dew add anointing oil.

The great creation of the heart, how to prepare.

Jing basket carries the market Chi Tong, and the price is cheap and easy to find.

There is nothing in the heart, and the entrance is quite similar.

For the outside of the chestnut to bend strong, the old man does not accept it.

It is also just in the jujube, and the halberd of the child is its throat.

The words are chewed quickly, but there is nothing to worry about.

Row in the forefront, round and ripe when the high autumn.

And to be happy for a while, for a long time is not to plan.

Aggressively festering fast, discarding will be who will be especially.

The red vermilion is beautiful, and the cold is cold.

The canopy flows cold liquid, and the bee spleen is too honey.

Jun Qian is inferior in shape, and Sima's thirst should be quenched.

Win the children's trouble, and the frost rope is more proud.

Accumulation of eight-sided persimmons, Togen West Shanyang.

One acre of shade, insects and birds dare not hide.

The barnyard is full of autumn fruits, and the red leaves are newly frosted.

The dough is filled with nectar, and the ice teeth flow cold syrup.

When recalling the dog days, it is difficult to prevent poisonous heat.

The eternal sun is keyless and cloudy, and the scorched smoke rises from the hills.

Pedestrians pass through the trees, and it is strange that the ice is cold.

At this time, the fruit is sufficient.

However, the wind was miserable, and the basket was picked.

When he was born, it was difficult to boast of being strong.

The situation is worth crab paste fat, and it is worth worrying.

Looking forward to the passers-by, I don't taste it.

Empty and annoying, the lights are on the side of the market.

It is adjacent to simmered taro chestnut in the south, and pepper and ginger in the north.

The heat and cold are replaced by generations, and the retreat is due.

Fortunately, there are Lin Ju people, and love will not be forgotten.

The frost falls in the autumn forest and ripens the claws, and the wine village of the Zhongshe has passed.

It seems that Zi Na borrowed the title of marquis, but saw that the barnyard official planned to cut the paulownia.

Ancient poems describing persimmons:

1, "Song of Red Persimmons" Tang Liu Yuxi.

The stars are shadowed in the dawn, and the sun hangs in the evening. This is because of the legacy, and it is turned over to protect itself.

2, "Zhu Persimmon" North Stool or Song Zhangyun.

Ci did not disturb the grace and divided the seeds, and the fruit was as good as the jujube Cha Wudan. The stars are big in the wilderness, but the clouds and fire trees are cold. Crab claws are taboo, and animal blood is difficult to rub. Although the seven must be rewarded, there is no hard work to drill the core.

3, "Mountain Village is the Eye (Part 2)" Qingqiu Fengjia.

In the sunset of the west peak of a corner, the east ridge of the broken clouds is rainy. Lin Feng wants the old persimmon to be ripe, and the autumn is red in the depths of the mountains.

4, "Song of Seedless Tomatoes" Song Kong Pingzhong.

There are danguo in the forest, and the branches are thick. The persimmon has been soft and beautiful, and the bones are also soft. The wind and frost change color, and the rain and dew are like anointing oil.

The great creation of the heart, how to prepare. Jing basket carries the market, and the price is cheap and easy to find. There is nothing in the heart, and the entrance is quite similar.

For the outside of the chestnut to bend strong, the old man does not accept it. It is also just in the jujube, and the halberd of the child is its throat. The words are chewed quickly, but there is nothing to worry about.

Row in the forefront, round and ripe when the high autumn.

5, "Xijiang Moon Flavor Hualin Fangdi" Song Nan Xu Hao.

The taste of Hualin Fangdi, the color and Yangjing Shen Zhu. Lightly and evenly crispy in the wax. No more than the nectar of the world. Shending is very hot, and the dragon plate is three inches of red beads. Clear with ice honey to wash the clouds. I'm afraid to fly away.

6, "Autumn Night Homecoming" Song Koulin.

The cold candle shadow in the back window was heavy, and Chu Ke couldn't help but feel homesick. The board pavilion leaks from afar, and the water fluorescent light is faint and the night is deep. Sleep in the rain and sparse the house, and return to the dream with the clouds in the old forest. Remembering the old scenery of Yancun, the persimmon season is ringing again.

Tomato praise the spring under the tomato shelf, and the fragrance of flowers attracts butterflies to love.

When the face is full of shame, compete with the flowers.