The poem of the God of Flowers

Here are some poems with the word "flower": 1. The fragrance of April in the human world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. (Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple) 2. It was as if a spring breeze had suddenly come, and thousands of pear trees had bloomed. (Cen Shen's Song of Snow Sending Judge Wu Back to the Capital) 3. The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hooves, and in one day I can see all the flowers in Chang 'an. (Meng Jiao,"After Passing the Examination") 4. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but it can be turned into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Poem, Part Five") 5. Spring river flowers face autumn moon night, often take wine also alone pour. (Du Fu's Moonlit Night) 6. Flowers bloom all over the trees, flowers fall ten thousand branches empty. (Zhixuan's "Ode to Flowers at Five Years Old") 7. When autumn comes, on the 8th of September, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. (Huang Chao's "Fu Ju") 8. Snowflakes as big as mats on Mount Yanshan were blown down the Xuanyuan Platform. (Unknown: Snow of Yan Mountain) 9. If there are flowers to be broken, you must break them. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches. (Du Fu's "Autumn Night is about to dawn, and I feel the cool outside the fence door") 10. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. (Li Bai, Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night) These poems came from different ancient poets, describing the scene of flowers blooming and falling in spring, as well as the connection between flowers and human feelings.

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There were many poems that described flowers, and some of them described the beauty and charm of flowers. For example, in "Little Pool","The little lotus just shows its sharp corners, and there are already dragonflies standing on it" and "The lotus leaves connecting the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun and are different red" in "Dawn Out of Jingci Temple to send off the forest" both depicted the beauty of lotus flowers. The words " This flower and this leaf always reflect each other, the green and red decline and sorrow kill people " in " Gift to the Lotus Flower " and " Only the green lotus and red lotus, the opening and closing of the flowers are innocent " in " River God's Son·River Scenery " also expressed the color and shape of the flowers. Other poems describing flowers included "The flowers wither and fly all over the sky, and who will pity them when the red fragrance is broken" in "The Song of Burial of Flowers" and "The short peach blossoms are on the shore of the water, and the willow catkins gently touch people's clothes" in "December 1st." These poems displayed the beauty and vitality of flowers through exquisite descriptions and beautiful language.

There are many poems that describe flowers. Here are some examples: A spring breeze ten miles, Yangzhou road rolled up in a bead curtain is not as good as it is. Du Mu's Night Moored at Niuzhu, Reminiscing the Past A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Li Bai's Drinking Alone Under the Moon (III) 3. Mix it with yellow golden marigold and taste it. Lu You's "The Phoenix with the Head of a Dragon, The Feelings of the World" 4. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love. Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun I sleep in spring and don't notice the dawn. I hear birds chirping everywhere. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn In April, peach blossoms begin to bloom in the temple. Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple 7. Stop the car and sit in love with the maple forest. The frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February. Du Mu's Journey to the Mountains 8. The spring breeze is green again. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Wang Anshi's Boat Moored in Guazhou In April, peach blossoms begin to bloom in the temple. Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple 10 Sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together in autumn water, sharing the same color in the sky. Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng by Wang Bo

[The God of Flowers is a novel that is not allowed to be read.]

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The authors of Huajian Ci included Wen Tingyun, Wei Zhuang, Huangfu Song, Sun Guangxian, He Ning, Xue Zhaoyun, Niu Qiao, Zhang Mi, Mao Wenxi, Niu Xiji, Ouyang Jiong, Gu Xiong, Wei Chengban, Lu Qianbi, Yan Xuan, Yin E, Mao Xizhen, Li Xun, etc.

The content of Hua Jian Ci was mainly about the feelings of separation between men and women, singing, dancing, banquets and music. It described love, women, natural scenery, etc., expressing the emptiness and depression of aristocratic women, as well as the beauty and clothing of women, as well as their sadness and hatred of parting. The works of the Flower School of Ci described the rich scenery, numerous images, gorgeous composition, and meticulous carving, which could arouse the readers 'sense of sight, hearing, and smell. Its style was rich and soft, and its diction was gorgeous, but there were also some works that were more beautiful and natural, with a higher realm. Generally speaking, Hua Jian Ci were all graceful and restrained Ci, and graceful and restrained Ci were far more than Hua Jian Ci.

The complete poem of the Burial of Flowers was as follows: Flowers wither, flowers fly, flowers fill the sky, red fade fragrance cut off who pity? The gossamer gently floated in the spring pavilion, and the falling wadding gently touched the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir is regretful of the late spring, full of sorrow and no place to release. Hand hoe out of the embroidered curtain, bear to step on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willow silk and elm pod are fragrant, regardless of peach and Li Fei; Peaches and plums can bloom again next year. Who do you know in your boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too heartless! Next year, although the flowers and hair can be pecked, it is not like the empty nest of a man who leaves the beam. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword, the sword How long can bright and beautiful beauty last? It is difficult to find it once wandering. Flowers bloom, easy to see, hard to find, in front of the steps I worry about killing the person who buried the flower. I lean on my hoe alone, and my tears fall on the branches of the tree, and I see blood on them. The cuckoo is silent in the evening, carrying the hoe back to close the heavy door; The blue lamp shines on the wall, and the man has just fallen asleep. The cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm. Why do you blame me for being so sad? half for pity and half for vexation. Love spring suddenly very angry suddenly left, to no words to go not heard. Last night, a sad song was sung outside the court. Do you know that it was the soul of flowers and birds? Flower soul bird soul is always difficult to retain, birds themselves do not speak, flowers themselves feel ashamed; May I grow wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant mound?

Good rain knows the season, and it will happen in spring. Sneaking into the night with the wind, it moistens everything silently. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Spring Night Rain" The apricot trees by the river are blooming in the night. The garden was full of shades, shining in the green waves. Spring Outing Song by Wang Ya of Tang Dynasty I will fly again and dance in the wind. After falling, I still have half of my makeup. Song Qi of Song Dynasty, Falling Flowers On this day last year, the peach blossoms on her face were red. I don't know where my face has gone, Peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty,"Inscription on the Southern Village of the Capital"