When the mountains are old, they cherish their youth, and the situation is turning crimson to the wild loquat and the fire tree wind.
Qiongzhi basks in red gauze at sunrise. Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, reflecting that hibiscus is not a flower.
Fighting for resistance is rooted in the bottom of the stone, and there is no reason to move to others.
[Send an old friend to Jiangling to find Yu Mu] Tang Han Yi
When the host worships Jingzhou, he should travel all the way.
Loquat Gate looks to Chu Tianqiu. Laugh at the ritual, drink wine, and go to the city and go upstairs.
Look at the style at this time. I know Xiao Yu is very romantic.
[send Xue Tao proofreading book in Shu] Tang Wang Jian
Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, loquat flowers live in closed doors. Nowadays, there are few talented people who sweep eyebrows, but it is better to lead the spring breeze.
〕 Spread the Huanxi Sand 〕 Tang Mao Wenxi
Spring water gently soaks green moss, and red sandalwood blooms on loquat continent. Steady,
Warm and cuddle.
Luo socks gave birth to dust and traveled to women, and some people brought pearls back. The fragrance of blue musk deer was first released.
2. Poems describing spring loquat Mountain Loquat Tang Yuan Zhen Mountain Loquat, flowers are like peony and blood.
In previous years, it was a good season for mountain flowers to pass through Qingshan. The pressed branches are fully open, and the leaves are half-cracked.
Tightly fight for tea, and slowly solve the knot at the beginning of crimson capsule. The golden thread cluster floats in confusion, and the coral stems are broken.
Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, it is hot with the eyes of the sun. Sub-water leans to the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden and foggy.
The green pearl language is full of desire, and the Hanwu is fading away. Everyone loves beautiful looks, but I am partial to resentment and shame.
Said to idle people don't listen, once said to lotte. Yesterday, I came to Taniguchi to ask each other first, and I stopped at the front of the mountain.
Left to Tongzhou 10 days late, and a year away from Youhua. Mountain loquat, it's too clumsy to support the mountains.
The sky is high, Wan Li can't see the essence, and the emperor can't speak clearly in the ninth grade. Apricot trees in the garden are drunk, but willow branches are young when they are strangers.
Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor for Xi Xian, and Panxi sits cold and has the right to swallow. Send Xue Tao's school book in Shu, Tang Wangjian's school book by Wan Li Bridge, and live in a closed house in loquat flower.
There are fewer talented people sweeping eyebrows today, and it is better to lead the spring breeze. Mountain loquat Tang Bai Juyi went to the mountains to cherish the years, and the situation was right for Dongxi wild loquat.
The fire tree wind turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise. Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower.
Fighting for resistance is rooted in the bottom of the stone, and there is no reason to move to others. There are two mountain loquat flowers, Tang Bai Juyi, and at the gate of Shu, there is a red flower at the top of the mountain.
When the spring is over, I remember that my family has not returned, and the low red color is like solving my worries for you. The leaves are as light as skirts, and the flowers are as light as hibiscus pink.
If you make this flower and explain it, pushing the prisoner's suggestion will violate the process. 「 Ode to Historical Poems for Xue Tao 」 Tang Hu Ceng Wan Li Bridge Girls' School book, loquat flowers live in closed doors.
How much the eyebrow sweeper knows, it is better to lead the spring breeze.
3. The poem about loquat "Traveling to Zhangyuan in Early Summer"
Year: Song Author: Dai Min
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and cloudy when the plum is ripe.
The east garden is full of wine and the west garden is drunk, and all the loquat trees are golden.
Mountain loquat
Year: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen
Mountain loquat, flowers are like peony, spilling blood. In previous years, I traveled through Qingshan.
It's a good season for mountain flowers. The pressed branches are fully open, and the leaves are half-cracked.
Tightly fight for tea, and slowly solve the knot at the beginning of crimson capsule. The golden thread is floating in confusion,
Coral flowers with heavy fibers are broken. Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, it is hot with the eyes of the sun.
Sub-water leans to the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden and foggy. Lvzhu speaks with all her heart,
Hanwu's eyes are piercing and dying. Everyone loves beautiful looks, but I am partial to resentment and shame.
Said to idle people don't listen, once said to lotte. I came to Taniguchi yesterday to ask questions first.
And it has stopped before reaching the mountain. Left to Tongzhou 10 days late, and a year away from Youhua.
Mountain loquat, it's too clumsy to support the mountains. The sky is high, Wan Li can't see well,
The emperor's voice is not clear in the ninth grade. Apricot trees in the garden are drunk, but willow branches are young when they are strangers.
Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor for Xi Xian, and Panxi sits cold and has the right to swallow.
Two Woods
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
Loquat used to be fond of, not asking for sweetness or sourness.
Yellow mud wrapped around the core, scattered throwing fences.
The spring breeze opens the door, and the park is as simple as a hazelnut.
A single plant grows up, and it looks like Qiwu Mountain.
Last year, I tried to spend a little time, and I was guilty of ice cold.
Turn it into a golden bullet and board the peach and plum plate together.
It is not difficult for a great king to mediate.
How can an old man be a tree? Looking for a beautiful face with a mirror.
The mustache is long, laughing and wearing a scarf.
Loquat with rhyme and line
Year: Song Author: Mei Yaochen
Loquat is as yellow as orange in May, who thinks litchi is at the same time?
Jia Ming has written a poem on Lin Fu, but he hates Hongmei for not having a poem.
Fruit in the miscellaneous garden
Year: Song Author: Lu You
When the non-sour kumquat is first grown, seedless loquat is also born.
Precious production has been obtained from the secluded garden, and the muddy mash is still in a small trough.
"On February 19th, I took white wine bass over Zhan to make you eat Sophora japonica leaves."
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Loquat is ripe with golden beads, and mulberry leaves taste jade maggots for the first time.
I'll borrow ten hanging lotus flowers for the time being, and I'll pour five books on an empty stomach.
Green floating egg bowl Sophora japonica bud cake, red-dot ice-plate squid.
Getting drunk and sleeping well is a real career, and I have a good taste in this life.
Loquat in seclusion
Year: Song Author: Mei Yaochen
Loquat is solid in May, green and sour.
Macaques must be provoked, but it is difficult to stay hot.
4. Poems related to loquat 1, Tianpingshanzhong
Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji
The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree is ripe for loquat;
Xu Xing didn't remember the depth of the mountain, and Yingying sent it home all the way.
The drizzle wet the neem flowers, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually ripened under the south wind. Walking slowly along the mountain road, I didn't know the distance. Oriole singing along the road sent me home.
2. Visit Zhangyuan in early summer
Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half cloudy and sunny when the plum is ripe.
The east garden is full of wine and the west garden is drunk, and all the loquat trees are golden.
Ducks are playing in shallow or deep water in the pond, plums are ripe and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy. In this pleasant weather, I invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden with a banquet. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging like gold on the tree, just picking them for drinking and tasting.
3. Send the proofreading book of Xue Tao in Shuzhong.
Tang dynasty: Wang Jian
Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school book, loquat flowers in closed doors.
There are fewer talented people sweeping eyebrows today, and it is better to lead the spring breeze.
There lived a talented geisha by the bridge in Wan Li, where loquat wreaths surrounded her house. Among the loquat flowers, she lived in seclusion. There are few talented women like her today, and even those who can fully appreciate the artistic conception of literature are always a little behind her.
4. Manjianghong Mountain Residence is the thing.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
A few light gulls, to discover, a bright green. Where, a pair? Come for a bath. Read Li Sao carefully and drink heavily, and see how good it is to cultivate bamboo. There are flying springs, pearls for daily use, and 3,000 welcome trees.
The spring rain is full, and the new valley is planted. Idle day forever, sleep yellow calf. Look at the clouds, the wheat ridges and the snow-covered silkworm clusters. If it is enough now, it is enough when it is not enough. Being helped into the East Garden by Yelao and Xiangshou, the loquat is ripe.
A few light gulls came and disturbed the clear green water of the lake. There is also a pair of purple mandarin ducks from nowhere, which are deliberately added to play by water and fight endlessly. While reading Li Sao carefully, I drank a glass; While enjoying the bamboo, we don't refuse all kinds of meat. There is also a waterfall nearby, which is like a pearl splashing for me to watch. It keeps pouring, and there are 3,000 hugs every day.
In spring, the rain is abundant, and the newly sown grain seeds grow green seedlings; In the slack season, the little ox dozed lazily. The wheat in the field is ripe, like a continuous Huang Yun; The new cocoons of glistening in the silkworm room are like piles of snow.
Alas, if you want to pursue the prosperity of life, you can already meet it at present; If the millet bad zone is not satisfied, when will the well be satisfied? Seeing that I was idle, several old farmers invited me to the East Garden for a walk, saying that the loquat was ripe.
5. Poems of Complaining Lang
Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun
After a farewell, the two places hang together.
Just say March and April, but who knows five or six years?
The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-line script is impossible to pass on.
The nine-ring chain is broken from it, and the ten-mile pavilion is eager to see.
Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, so helpless to blame Lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten depend on the railing.
On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in mid-autumn in August is not round.
In July and a half, burning incense and asking heaven,
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate is as red as fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.
The loquat is not yellow in April, and I want to be confused about the mirror.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.
Drift and fall, the kite string is broken in February.
Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you would be a man for a woman in the next life.
Since we parted, our minds are really different. At that time, I only said that I would meet each other in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now? I'm not in the mood to play the seven-stringed guqin, and I don't want to send letters. The exquisite serial jade is broken, and I am waiting for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts about you and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly.
There are thousands of words in my heart that I can't finish, but I'm bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. We saw lonely geese when we climbed on the Double Ninth Festival, but we didn't get together when the moon was full in the Mid-Autumn Festival. In July and a half, I asked the sky with a candle burning incense. It was so hot in the dog days of June that people were shaking their fans, but my heart was cold.
Pomegranate bloom was as red as fire in May, but it happened that it met with a burst of cold rain to water the flowers. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its thread and fell helpless. It's a pity. Alas, my husband, I want you to be my concubine for the next life.
5. Poems about fruits 1, "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems One"
Author William Wang Dynasty Tang Dynasty
Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?
Vernacular translation:
At the wine feast, the mellow grapes and wine were filled with exquisite luminous cups, and the geisha played the hurried and cheerful pipa to help them drink. The soldiers were full of pride at the thought of going across the horse to the battlefield to kill the enemy and serve the country.
You must get drunk today, even if you are drunk on the battlefield. This time, I went out to serve my country. I was going to die, but I was not ready to come back alive.
2, "recent spring scenery"
Author Su Shi Dynasty Song Dynasty
Flowers fade, red apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water people go around. There is little willow cotton blowing on the branches. There are plenty of fish in the sea.
Swing in the wall and outside the wall. A layman in the wall, a beautiful woman in the wall laughs. Laughter fades away and the sound fades away. Affectionate but mercilessly annoyed.
Vernacular translation:
Spring is coming to an end, flowers are dying, and green fruits have grown on apricot trees. Swallows fly across the sky, and clear rivers surround the village people. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown less and less, but don't worry, lush grass can be seen everywhere.
Inside the wall, there is a girl playing on a swing, which can be heard by pedestrians outside the wall. The girl gave a beautiful laugh, and slowly, the laughter inside the fence was not heard, as if she was hurt by a heartless girl.
3, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Xing, Part II"
Author Fan Chengda Dynasty Song Dynasty
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Vernacular translation:
A plum tree becomes golden, and the apricot grows bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white, while rape flowers are sparse.
As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
4. "Chengdu Qu"
Author Zhang Ji lived in the Tang Dynasty.
The vast expanse of water in the west of jinjiang river is green, and the lychee on the hillside is ripe after the rain.
There are many restaurants on the edge of the bridge in the south of the city. who would like to stay with?
Vernacular translation:
In the west of Jinjiang, the waves are vast and the water is green. Litchi has matured on the hillside after the rain.
There are many restaurants near Wan Li Bridge in the south of the city. Who do tourists like to stay at?
5, "Huizhou a must/eat litchi"
Author Su Shi Dynasty Song Dynasty
It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and the tangerine and waxberry are the new ones.
There are 300 lychees a day, and I don't hesitate to grow up to be a Lingnan person.
Vernacular translation:
The next four seasons in Luofu Mountain are spring, and loquat and bayberry are fresh every day.
If I eat 300 lychees every day, I would like to be a Lingnan person forever.
6. Who knows the ancient poem about loquat?
Tang yuanzhen
Mountain loquat, flowers are like peony, spilling blood.
In previous years, it was a good season for mountain flowers to pass through Qingshan.
The pressed branches are fully open, and the leaves are half-cracked.
Tightly fight for tea, and slowly solve the knot at the beginning of crimson capsule.
The golden thread cluster floats in confusion, and the coral stems are broken.
Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, it is hot with the eyes of the sun.
Sub-water leans to the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden and foggy.
The green pearl language is full of desire, and the Hanwu is fading away.
Everyone loves beautiful looks, but I am partial to resentment and shame.
Said to idle people don't listen, once said to lotte.
Yesterday, I came to Taniguchi to ask each other first, and I stopped at the front of the mountain.
Left to Tongzhou 10 days late, and a year away from Youhua.
Mountain loquat, it's too clumsy to support the mountains.
The sky is high, Wan Li can't see the essence, and the emperor can't speak clearly in the ninth grade.
Apricot trees in the garden are drunk, but willow branches are young when they are strangers.
Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor for Xi Xian, and Panxi sits cold and has the right to swallow.
Go to Chenggu County in History, and find Yong 'an Chao Zen Master's Room.
Don Cen Can
The loquat blossoms in winter in the temple, and the old monk meets the cassock.
It snows in the north of Hanwang City, and the west of Han Xin Station is inclined.
There is no need to rush five horses outside the door, and listen to three cars in the forest.
Unexpectedly, Bachuan won many things and reported this to Beijing for your book.
Send an old friend to Jiangling to find Yu Mu.
Tang Han Li
The host holds a festival to worship Jingzhou, so he should travel all the way.
Spotted bamboo hills are dark with rain, and loquat doors face Chutianqiu.
Ritual laugh lent wine, far meaning idle city upstairs.
Look at the style at this time. I know Xiao Yu is very romantic.
Send a school book to Xue Tao in Shu.
Don Wang Jian
Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school book, loquat flowers in closed doors.
There are fewer talented people sweeping eyebrows today, and it is better to lead the spring breeze.
Visit Zhangyuan in early summer.
Song Dai Min
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and cloudy when the plum is ripe.
The east garden is full of wine and the west garden is drunk, and all the loquat trees are golden.
[Tian She]
Don du fu
Qingjiang Qu in Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road.
The grass is deeply fascinated by the market, and the land is lazy.
The branches of Zelkova are weak, and the loquat trees are fragrant.
The cormorant is sunny in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.
〈 Seven-character quatrain 〉 Traveling to Zhangyuan in Early Summer 〉
Qianjiashi Dai Min
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and cloudy when the plum is ripe.
The east garden is full of wine and the west garden is drunk, and all the loquat trees are golden.
Pipa is not this loquat, only complaining about poor literacy in that year;
If the pipa can bear fruit, all the pipes in the city will blossom.
Loquat
Tang Bai Juyi
The mountains are old and cherish the years, and the situation is right for Dongxi Wild Loquat.
The fire tree wind turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.
Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower.
Fighting for resistance is rooted in the bottom of the stone, and there is no reason to move to others.
Two loquat flowers
Tang Bai Juyi
At the gate of Wanqing Qingyi Shu, there is a red flower at the top of the mountain.
When the spring is over, I remember that my family has not returned, and the low red color is like solving my worries for you.
The leaves are as light as skirts, and the flowers are as light as hibiscus pink.
If you make this flower and explain it, pushing the prisoner's suggestion will violate the process.
Weimingfu sent loquat leaves to answer with poems.
Don Sikong Shu
The basket is green, and the overlapping color is fresh.
It is in the autumn wind, just like before dawn.
When the fairy side sees the weight, it should be convenient to eliminate the disease.
All the bananas are given, and Xie's articles are airdropped.
Title loquat tree
Tang yang Shi Lian
Precious trees begin to bloom when they are cold, and the atmosphere is September and autumn.
If the ritual is waiting, the fragrance will always be endless.
The blue sea and the wind are blowing, and the green branches are snowy.
The urgent scenery is self-sufficient, and the spring birds are fortunate.
〕 Spread the Huanxi Sand 〕
Don Mao Wenxi
Spring water gently soaks green moss, and red sandalwood blooms on loquat continent.
Sleeping in the sand on a sunny day? Steady and warm.
Luo socks gave birth to dust and swam around women, and some people got pearls back every time.
The fragrance of blue musk deer has just come off and forgotten to come back.
〖 〗
Tang Liu Zongyuan
Orange pomelo is honored at the beginning of the cold, and loquat is recommended at the beginning of summer.
〕 Ode to the epic, give it to Xue Tao 〕.
Don Hu Ceng
Wan Li Bridge Girls' School Book,
Loquat lives under closed doors.
How much does the eyebrow sweeper know,
It's better to lead the spring breeze.
[Go to Chenggu County in History and find Yong 'an Chao Zen Master's Room]
Don Cen Can
The loquat blossoms in winter in the temple, and the old monk meets the cassock.
It snows in the north of Hanwang City, and the west of Han Xin Station is inclined.
There is no need to rush five horses outside the door, and listen to three cars in the forest.
Unexpectedly, Bachuan won many things and reported this to Beijing for your book.
7. About praising peaches and loquats, the taste of peaches is also very pleasing. Ripe peaches are turquoise, so you will feel bitter and sour when you take a bite gently. Ripe peaches are half green and half red, which is much more delicious than unripe peaches. Just ripe peaches are white and pink, and their flesh is soft. Don't mention the ripe peaches that taste sweet and delicious. When you take a bite, a fragrant and sweet juice pours out, which I will never forget.
A peach forest, the trees are full of peaches, so big, so red, so attractive, one by one bright red and green peaches hanging on the branches, like a big girl, shy.
The shape of a peach is round, with a small tip on it and fine fluff all over it. Peaches that are not ripe are blue. If you peel them, you can see the white flesh. If you take a bite gently, you will feel bitter and sour. The ripe peaches are half green, half red and sweet; Don't mention ripe peaches. You take a bite and a fragrant and sweet juice comes out. I will never forget that taste. In midsummer, take a bite of a peach and your fatigue will be swept away.
Mature peaches are slightly spherical, with a short layer of fluff on the surface, white in the green and red in the white. Peach skin is very thin, pulp is rich, suitable for raw food, and the entrance is smooth without residue. Just ripe peaches are hard and sweet, and ripe peaches are soft and juicy. When eating, gently pick them up and carefully peel them off. I'm afraid its taste can be compared with the flat peach of the Queen Mother. This kind of fruit is a rare summer treasure for the elderly and people with bad teeth.
In May and June, peaches are ripe. Some are red in white, some are white in red, and some are pink. They welcome others with red faces like love. Coupled with a small fluff, so beautiful, so cute, like a shy little girl, hanging her head, blushing slightly, and the soft branches swaying. Pick a ripe peach, peel it, take a bite, some are crunchy; Some of them are soft and juicy, sweet and delicious, and they are memorable.
When winter goes and spring comes, loquat trees are full of green fruits, like shy little girls hiding among the "pipa"-shaped green leaves. From a distance, they look green, as if decorated with jade. In April and May, the green loquat trees are covered with loquats. They are like little golden lanterns mixed with green leaves. They are really like golden fruits pressing branches and shining like stars.
Loquat is mostly the size of an egg. Loquat is blue first, and then it turns yellow. No ripe loquat is sour, but it is sweet when it is ripe. Sometimes I eat too much loquat, and my teeth are almost falling out. You know, loquat is ripe, but it is still a little sour. I can't wait to peel off its yellow and thin "coat". The flesh inside is crystal clear, and when I take a bite, the juice overflows my mouth, and it has a soft and sweet taste, which is memorable.
The most attractive thing is the fruit of loquat tree. Look, loquats are lying in my basket like babies, dreaming sweet dreams. They are like meek girls waiting to get married.
Mature loquat is yellow in green and oval in shape. Don't look at its roundness, it tastes sweet and refreshing. Just take a bite, and your mouth is full of fresh juice, which is straight and sweet to your heart.
8. Poems and allusions about loquat (writing loquat poems in a hurry seems to be rare.
Su Dongpo said, "When guests come to tea, there is nothing, but Lu Ju Yang Mei is still sour.". Someone asked him: What kind of fruit is Lu Ju? He said, "Loquat is also". Later, some books also said, "Loquat, a tangerine." I think this is mostly because Su Xueshi "takes it for granted". Because, in Sima Xiangru's "Shang Lin Fu", it is said that "Lu Ju is ripe in summer, Huang Gan is orange, loquat is persimmon, and Tingnai is magnolia". Several things are stated side by side. It can be seen that Lu Ju is Lu Ju and Loquat is Loquat, and the middle can't be equated. Li Shizhen said: "Those who note the Selected Works regard loquat as a tangerine, which is a mistake." Is quite right.
Yang Wanli wrote a loquat poem: "The big leaves have long ears, and one tip is as full as a plate. Litchi has many stones, but kumquat has no acid. Rain leaves are low in branch weight, and the pulp is cold. Whether Changqing is here or not, don't send him as a garden official. " The first six sentences describe the characters of loquat fairly accurately, but they are not poetic. Although Confucius said that you can learn more about the names of birds, animals and plants when reading poems, poetry is not a textbook of plants after all. Guo Moruo's "Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" is a failed example. Yang Wanli's loquat poem seems to be the first of its kind. As for the last two sentences, I don't know what he said. Although Sima Xiangru wrote about loquat in Shang Lin Fu, he didn't show the appearance of drooling, and there was no record of stealing flat peaches like Monkey Sun. What does it matter whether he is a gardener or not?
There is also a doggerel about loquat, saying that someone sent loquat to others, with a letter saying: Send two baskets of pipa at such a time. The person who received the gift then wrote a poem: "Loquat is not this pipa, only because of poor literacy in that year." If the pipa can bear fruit, the flute pipes in the city will bloom. " Although the poem is playful, it makes people feel bad while eating loquat sent by others. There are so many Chinese characters that it is difficult to write a few wrong words. If you make a mistake, you have to write a poem. Such a poem can be endless. I remember it was in the early 1930s. Liu Bannong was the marking officer of Peking University. Because the examinee wrote a few typos, he became very excited and made several marking poems, which greatly mocked the examinee. In one of them, because students wrote "studying abroad" as "studying abroad", Mr. Liu said, "Mr. Wang committed a heinous crime and sent him to the West to study abroad. It should be nine streams plus one class, and the gluten is exhausted. " Lu Xun was very disapproving, and wrote the article "After Feeling Old (Part II)", thinking that it was not the middle school students who had just graduated who were ridiculous, but the big professors who used it as a laughing stock to add sarcasm. Loquat is probably not sent to middle school students, and they are not literate much, perhaps because they have no money to study, or for other reasons. However, those people who think they are high-ranking officials, have greater skills, write inscriptions everywhere, and make a fool of themselves everywhere. They are thicker than the city wall, so they might as well stab him a few words, but such people are rarely ridiculed.
9. Poems about fruit 15 1, riding a princess in the world of mortals and laughing, no one knew it was litchi.
2, alone around the cherry tree, alcohol wakes up the throat and lungs.
3. here, south of the Yangzi, grows a red orangetree., all winter long its leaves are green.
4. In May, Myrica rubra was full of forests. At first, it was suspected that one was worth a thousand dollars.
5. The West Garden is tender and cool in the evening, and the grapes are picked and tasted.
6, the queen mother peach planted in my home, three thousand spring flowers.
7. Guimi Rock is white, and the pear is sparse and the leaves are red.
8, remember to hate bananas, worry about it in detail.
9. The pineapple will be cooked and sit in Chicheng.
10, the pomegranate is still small, and I love four or five plants of this mountain flower.
1 1, Han Xiao is light outside the green poplar smoke, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
12, go out to pick spring, occasionally see mango flowers in full bloom, flowers full of crown, luxuriant branches, really beautiful.
13, miscellaneous oranges and pomelos think that they are embarrassing, and they are listed as Xinyi and Jiaozhen.
14, take your time with a smile,
Indifferent to the sour fruit flower of life. (hawthorn)
15, 300 lychees on a daily basis, and they took pains to grow up as Minnan people. (litchi)