Xiao Yue is near the window, and the Tianhe River is low. Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.
Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken. Ouyang Xiu's poem "Duck Feet" wrote: "Duck Feet was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and its name is not floating.
Jiangnang is due to tribute, and Ginkgo biloba is expensive in Zhongzhou. There is a sentence in the poem "Answer to Mei Wanling's Shengyu Gift": "Goose feathers are given thousands of miles away, and people are important.
Although there are hundreds of duck feet, they are sincere and precious. Mei Yao Chen accepted Ouyang Xiu's poem and wrote the poem "Appreciating Yongshu Ginkgo" according to its rhyme: "What did I have last year? I gave away my duck feet.
People are more expensive than goose feathers. The poem Partridge and Ginkgo biloba written by Li Qingzhao, a famous poetess in the Southern Song Dynasty, is a masterpiece in China's classical ginkgo poetry.
The word says, "The charm is not very good, and the former oranges can be slaves. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors. "
Li Shanji, a Qing Dynasty man, once wrote a song of Ginkgo biloba, praising the existence of Ginkgo biloba in front of Shi Tian Cave and listing the scenic spots in Qingcheng 108. Exquisite than Baiyun Stream, green full of solitary cranes.
I stayed under the tree for a long time, it was dark all around, and it was very cold in summer. The fairy tale of Shijie no longer exists, and Ban Jing told it as an ancient man.
The old country has never been a beautiful tree, and it is sweet and quiet. It looks like anger flying far away, and it looks like ups and downs.
The posture is like a phoenix flying in the clouds, and the spirit is like a dragon living in a rock valley. I struggled for several times and wanted to take the annual examination.
2. The modern poem "Millennium Ginkgo" describing Ginkgo biloba
Never seen you before.
however
I can imagine you.
hardwood
Umbrella canopy
After a thousand years of wind blowing
Drink up the Millennium rain.
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.
But it's a little overflowing.
Tasteless pride
Hide in the mountains
Tender feelings in the years
The mountain wind roared by from time to time.
Knock at the door from time to time
Window lattice of memory
Quiet and peaceful rhythm
dulcet
But there's a hint.
An imperceptible injury
fan blade
It has been air-dried for some time.
take me to
Complex pain
Bookmarks of the years
Slowly open the curtain
Sector memory
purely
But how many?
Bad mark
3. Ancient and modern poems praising the spirit of Ginkgo biloba describe ancient poems of Ginkgo biloba:
Song Geshao's Morning Book Style
Let the sun and the moon go west, regardless of frost and wind.
Ginkgo biloba leaves turned yellow all over the floor were a great success.
The Partridge and Ginkgo biloba is anonymous.
Charm is not very good, the orange in front of you can be a slave.
Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who is the ice lotus? Drunk, Ming Taizu relies too much on truth.
The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.
Modern poems describing ginkgo biloba;
The author of Four Seasons Ginkgo biloba is unknown.
Ginkgo trees in the distance are hidden in the rain and fog.
There is nothing, and there is thick and light.
Like an open strange umbrella.
Leaves of ginkgo trees,
In autumn, it turns golden,
Everything is a perfect little fan.
For reference.
4. The third day of a modern poem describing leaves "Fallen Leaves" Author: Listening to the rain in the mountains, there was drizzle last night, and the morning breeze was slightly cool. Walking on a path covered with autumn colors, watching the leaves dance, listening to footsteps and gentle songs, grasping a leaf falling with the wind with your hands, just like a girl dancing at her fingertips, and dancing like an angel waving green wings. Gestures plucked the strings of my thoughts, and the angel's wings crossed a trace of sadness in the autumn rain last night, grasping the lightness of falling and the true yearning of green leaves for roots rooted in soil. The dream of a lifetime was entrusted to the geese returning to the south, but they were helpless to get close to the cold. The leaves fell, and the coolness stung the earth. Fine and clear veins, with scars cut by monsoon, write fatigue into the blood. Streets, alleys and corners of hutongs are full of dead leaves. Broken leaves piled up on both sides of the road, let the bleak wind roar, let the leaves fall and let them scatter all over the floor. What is falling, what has fallen, has withered and landed. In the crisp autumn and yellow season, leaves and flowers fall, and all the beautiful world withers, leaving only a desolate leaf falling naturally in the wind. They have no struggle, no attachment, and they have simply fallen. In fact, the green they once had has now turned yellow. Leaves do not shed hatred, leaving only bare branches, and there is no life in summer. Only the bare branches are ready to spend a snowy season, hoping that the next spring will be full of vitality, and they will sleep peacefully in the snow, waiting for the beginning of new life. "A Leaf" Author: The sea breeze blows off a leaf, and the leaves that fall in spring are reluctant and helpless, and the branches and buds ignore a leaf. Leaves in spring yearn for the sunshine in spring. Leaves alone want to kiss the earth into spring mud and protect flowers, but they don't know where the wind takes them. -"Rotating Leaves" Author: China looking for the autumn wind, carrying a wandering song, like a broken-winged angel soothing sad leaves. Autumn rain wrapped in sour tears, like fairy tales, became a reality, drenched on lonely stone benches, blowing away flowing long hair. In the rain, I can't see clearly that leaves are falling with tears. Miss the past green, miss the sunshine; Maybe there is your story and my story, I don't know how long I have been wandering; I hope that beautiful girl is my angel; When everything came true, the beautiful butterfly broke its wings. Is it the autumn wind that caresses my wounded heart and the autumn rain that removes my lonely world? I'm annoyed that it messed up your flowing hair. I'm annoyed that it got wet all over me at this time, not because of the fallen leaves. Not for the stone bench I used to sit on, empty-empty-empty. Embark on a journey, wander alone, and look for the original source of life-one reason is that I can't say that even if the years will eventually wither away, they will still leave many fresh memories, which will make people sad and intoxicate. Stretching all the snow and ice can't drown the green of a leaf, and all the thunder can't destroy the strength of a leaf.
5. The poem about praising Ginkgo biloba leaves and friendship (1) is full of flowers and colorful neon looks brilliant.
Thousands of flowers set each other off and the sun shines on the oasis. (2) The new bud contains Tanrui dew, and the buzzing butterfly dances with love.
Zuiyan smiles are different, and the high and low rhymes freely. Spring is deep, you don't have to drink sake, send lovesickness poems. Chapter 2: Apricot blossoms and rain melt in March. When we place our best expectations on the reverie of spring, spring will weave the thoughts of fragrant grass into beautiful dreams and give them to those who expect them and the earth, so there will be spring stories, spring dreams, spring cultivation and hope.
-Xiaoxiao's "Spring Letter" "Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." The season has the magic of a magician, and the spring news is bright and the spring is strong.
Spring, like a poem sung by a song, begins to beat the sound of breaking ground from the roots of spring grass. Overnight, the mountains became greener and the water began to turn pure and clear blue. From the light and shadow of stained glass in the middle of the river, ripples swept away to the sky. Only when the sparkling waves roll up the dense sky light, dispel the silence of winter all the way and welcome the warm current from the equator, is joy and joy.
"Spring blossoms and everything is brilliant". The poet said that spring is not riding down the mountain, but walking barefoot through a spring stream, just like a smiling goose girl walking towards the ridge, the well platform and the pond.
I still remember that the prose master Prishven once wrote a one-sentence essay "Huaxi", "Where the spring water flows, there are now torrents of flowers everywhere." In order to better understand the essence of this essay, I asked another essayist Pavstovsky's "Facing Autumn" to supplement this essay: "Even if only the wasteland is the witness of your victory, they will become colorful and beautiful, and spring will live in your heart forever."
Spring always contains the magic of food. Following the footsteps of spring, the small animals began to wake up slowly and meet in this day of returning to the earth in spring.
Butterflies are flying, bees are flying, birds are whispering, swallows are playing in the water, and rape flowers are competing for each other. A long dragon has blossomed golden flowers, which makes the hilly areas where nothing grows in the past charming. The grass withered all winter, extending from the roadside in front of the door to the mountains and valleys, holding hands with the lush new green and fresh goose yellow in spring, accompanied by flowers, smiling at a bride waiting for the boudoir by the door, happily and willfully dating the splendid spring.
The vegetation that has been silent for a winter seems to smell the breath of spring. The crowded and shy head leans out from the soil, water, trunk and sky, quietly feeling the warm current from east to west and quietly sharing the poetry of spring. Listen, the spring rain is falling, the rain is graceful, the fog yarn rolls up the skirt of spring and dances all the way to the natural world; You see, the spring is bright, the sun is warm and flowing, and the charming face is colorful and charming.
Spring is like the tide, flowers are like the sea, and nature gives you beauty without reservation. You don't like it either. Spring is coming, the rain is nourishing the earth, the blue waves are rippling, and the mountains and rivers spend the moonlight, reflecting the mountains and rivers in the north and south.
Spring has come, so suddenly, so hastily, so hastily that people have no time to prepare. Silent snowflakes in the cold winter have gone away and gone without a trace, leaving endless blue sky and bright clouds in spring.
The warm breeze rolled up a corner of the spring yarn, and the warm sunshine shone on the sleeping land, like clouds and smoke, like silk forging, and the warm current came to my face, covering the earth with colorful colors and the breath of spring. The world in spring is dominated by nature, and everything in nature is unpredictable in spring.
"The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet." Full of spring, walking in the streets, Shan Ye and fields, let the sunshine touch our hair roots delicately, and a warm current flows into our hearts from the hair tips.
Spring comes uninvited, and all creatures cheer for its freshness, agility and vitality. Strutting in the spring of March, everything around us is changing with the drift of spring, moving into aura, from tranquility to fairyland, dreaming of tranquility and strangeness. The fields are filled with the information of spring, changing and dancing everywhere.
Since ancient times, people have exhausted almost all beautiful words to describe and praise spring, because everything in spring is revived and the scenery is pleasant, because spring is full of vitality and pregnant with hope. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, the poet is full of colorful flowers and plants, which is dizzying. Pick a few flowers casually and read slowly, and you will be intoxicated with the rhythm of spring before you know it.
Chunqin. With the dedicated songs of cuckoo, partridge and turtledove, she awakens all the life on the earth, awakens all the sleeping green grass and flowers to smile, awakens the wild cherry blossoms and azaleas all over the mountains to bloom in the wind, and calls for a bright and moist April day on the earth.
"In the guest poems, the news of apricot blossoms and the sound of rain" is immersed in these poems praising spring, and I always feel that there is a deep meaning of cherishing spring. It must be women who feel spring first.
It is said that women are like flowers. Who doesn't like flowers in spring? Women are most sensitive to spring, and their brisk pace is almost the same as that of spring, even a little ahead. Before spring, I couldn't wait to shed my bloated cotton-padded clothes and put on bright, relaxed and colorful spring clothes. Spring, almost forced out by the enthusiasm of women, has been slow to return. If you come out later, the spring scenery of the whole world may be taken away by these eye-catching women.
"The spring breeze is full of affection and blows me away." Women in spring are graceful in figure, graceful in posture and beautiful in smile. They wear red, yellow, green, short-sleeved and low-cut spring clothes with bare legs, and have a variety of amorous feelings.
Like flowers in full bloom, they are full of vitality and fragrance, competing with each other, and the spring scenery is infinite. Willow buds are decorated with a little light green on the twigs. Inadvertently, the pear flower turned white, the peach blossom turned red, and the bean flower also opened a pair of black eyes.
In fact, the spring scenery of nature is not comparable to that of the world.
6. The ancient poem about Ginkgo biloba, "Twenty Tour in Wangchuan. The satellite pavilion was planted with apricot trees as beams and citronella as knots in Wang Weiwen.
I didn't know that the clouds in the building were rain on the earth. Swiss partridge double ginkgo Li Qingzhao's charm is not very graceful, you can be a slave first and then worship oranges.
Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither. Who is the ice lotus? Drunk, Ming Taizu relies too much on truth.
The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors. The "king of ginkgo biloba" is outstanding, but it is difficult to count the vicissitudes of life. It's like a fable to start a mountain. This is big news. Wu Kuan's seven-character poems are scattered and scattered. Zhu Di's "Autumn in Baidongting is full of frost", even oranges are simmering in the snow. There is no need to write in a bag at the back of the book, but the good news is hard to understand. There are several trees on the mountain, so it is difficult to continue begging. Zhang Wuji's gauze bag was sent to Jiangling City.
In the city, Zhumen Hanlin Mansion, the breeze and bright moon blow curtains. Jade thin wrist white, rotten silver broken.
"Answer a Friend" Mei (Song) northerners look at duck feet and southerners look at walnuts; Knowing the inside without knowing the outside is like a cloud of doubt. Plum with duck feet is named for its high leaves.
My hometown Xuancheng County is proud of it. Plant trees for 30 years, sow to prevent evil.
Skinning hands without skin, holding the palace to save Cao. Everyone is happy today. I recommend wine over grapes.
When I first heard the praise from the emperor's garden, I received the praise from the king. There are rewards for the rich, and gold for the jade bowl.
There is a ginkgo tree in front of Chong Luo's family, a bamboo forest behind the house, a picked bamboo behind the house and a ginkgo tree in front of the house. With a slight shake of the bamboo in his hand, arachis duranensis fell under the ginkgo tree.
There is a cash cow in front of the house, a poly-treasure forest behind the house, woven into a bamboo frame, and laughter under the tree in front of the house. The bamboo basket in his hand is heavy, and the ginkgo tree is full of joy.