1. good words and phrases about acacia flowers

[Tang] Luo Ye: "want to clear the autumn near the time, scrambling to open the golden stamens to the Guanhe." (acacia flowers)

[Song] Liu Chenweng: "The moon into the palace acacia acacia shadow tantalizing, turned into countless acacia flowers." (The Golden Wisp)

[Tang] Zilan: "The wind dances with the acacia blossoms and falls in the royal ditch, and the color of the final South Mountain enters the city in autumn." (Chang'an Early Autumn)

[Tang] Bai Juyi: "The winds of autumn are many, and the acacia blossoms are half real." (Autumn)

It's that time of the year again, and I can't help but think of the acacia flowers in my hometown: clusters, strings, dotted in the dense green leaves, white and dazzling, bustling, the whole village is immersed in the refreshing fragrance.

A string of acacia flowers like silver chains, like jade, with the wind floating out of the faint fragrance. Like a weathered silver-haired old man, forget the pain, holding the green silk in the dance it. The golden sun is covered by the sound of the birds in its arms.

At this time, the warped, as flying butterfly wings like acacia flowers full of mountains full of puddles, everywhere. The white flowers of the dulue dulue are all over the hills and hollows, in front of the kiln and behind the kiln, the village is filled with its fresh and elegant, straight into the heart and lungs of the aroma.

High and low between the branches of the acacia tree, flakes into strings, embracing smile, color like brocade, neither coy attitude, and do not need artificial sculpture. Acacia flowers are not like peach blossoms, pink and some sultry; not like apricot blossoms, white and some light; not like lotus, alone, difficult to approach; more like flower pots in the orchids and chrysanthemums, can not see the sun and wind and rain. The acacia seems to be born in the countryside, not at all delicate, simple as generations of farmers dealing with the land uncle.

Early in the morning, the acacia flower dipped in the morning dew, crystalline, such as just out of the bath in general elegance, facing the rising sun twilight show. At noon, light spots, bees shuttle flowers, acacia flowers more brilliantly open in the branches, the breeze blew, like a mountain spring gurgling; evening, the wilderness is a solemn, occasional cows and sheep in the field to graze, crowing birds tired of returning to the forest, acacia flowers more remote and sentimental, lightly embellished with the elegant countryside style.

In the countryside, there is no flower that can be compared to the acacia, even if it is a piece of peach and apricot flowers, can only be close to smell the flowers. And the acacia is different, all over the large and small villages, and even in the fields, by the side of the road, they echo each other, connected to a piece. Ascending the distance, the acacia trees are scattered, winding endless. Breathe against the wind, the fragrance of flowers dense and dazzling, far away from the attack, the fragrance of a hundred miles. People floating in the aroma, the aroma strand immersed into the heart, full of incense during the day, but also sweet through the night, even people's dreams at night, but also a tree tree of acacia flowers.

When May comes, peonies, roses, flowers began to compete, but the acacia flowers to the falling season, after a night of spring rain, the acacia flowers with rain drops of bright, rain drops with acacia flowers, fragrance, have been as white as snow around. The white petals silently into millions of dancing elves, falling out of a warm, falling out of a fragrance.

2. describes the good lines of the acacia flower urgently

Tang - Weng Chengzan.

The title of the acacia: "yellow in the rain, seducing the cicadas to send the setting sun. I remembered the time when I followed the planner, and my horse's hooves were busy for the king all day long."

Jin - Zhao Bingwen.

The camp grass and sunflower are all gone, and the sound of bees is all over the garden picking acacia flowers." Qing Dynasty - Ye Shen Xiang.

"Remembering Qin'e. Sophora": "The wind is fragrant, the rain is full of yellow Sophora flowers. The yellow acacia blossoms, the hard work of the past years, three times had been busy.

The business of the mother-in-law is very strong, and the coolness of the trees extends the light of autumn. The "Yanqiu Guangming, quit the nest guest swallows, noise night song essence."

History: According to the "Rites of Zhou", "the face of the three acacias, the three dukes of the world". It means that when you meet the son of heaven, the three males face the three acacia trees and stand.

Tang Dynasty, there is also "yellow acacia flowers, busy lifting the son" said. Wu Cheng note: the words of the acacia Huai also, Huai Lai people in this also; Wang Anshi release cloud: yellow acacia, in the Huai its beauty, so the three male position; "Spring and Autumn Life package" cloud: acacia of the words also return.

The ancient tree acacia, listen to the lawsuit, so that the feelings return to the real. Sophora is not as colorful as peach blossom, not as graceful and rich as peony.

The acacia flower is at most a "third-class citizen" in the country of the fragrance. Therefore, she can only grow in the poor countryside, mountainous countryside, relying on their own tenacious character to survive, silently withstand the wind and sun, frost and rain, and its companion farmers, the same as the painstaking to confirm their existence.

However, whenever the spring burst, the season of red, acacia flowers are not due to the lowly and silent, still quiet about the dry pastoral Nai Nai pi ringo greedy cattle? Uniform Po Po Ligaoā; by Tokyo. The Nai tripods are also a great source of energy for the Chinese people. Ninai is the most popular incense burner in the world. What's the best way to get rid of the naira? Panacea? What's your favorite? What is the name of the school? Choose C. Tokyo. What is it? What's the point of having a bragging rights? What is the name of the company? What is the percentage of the population? Do you have a firm that specializes in the field of coloring? What is the reason for this? The village where I was born is at the foot of the Qianling Mausoleum, and there is an old acacia tree over a hundred years old in the village. Her waist is thick enough to hold three people, more than two meters high.

The tree crawled towards the north, the back of the erosion due to age appeared a small trench, I do not know how many naughty village children from this climbed up and down, growing up day by day. The acacia tree has a huge umbrella, and a big bell hangs below the branches.

Every spring, the old acacia sends out new buds, and bloom cylindrical white flowers. In the spring breeze, the old acacia flowers spread a tantalizing aroma, drilling into the homes of ordinary people.

So, from noon to night, people are lured by the fragrance of the flowers, they have gathered under the old acacia tree. At noon, the east family from the half cover of the house, out of a naked old man, carrying a pot like a big old bowl, bowl full of pants like onion noodles, squatting under the tree to forget to enjoy the (four of the eight monsters in Shaanxi); West children with a bowl of steamed acacia goosebumps, looking at the old man's bowl, the garlic fragrance of the nose of the noodles, drooling, running home to the mother to pampered, but also want to eat a mouthful of old man's noodles.

All of a sudden, under the acacia tree, the door of the house, squatting standing old man, masters are carrying large bowls of small bowls out of the courtyard door. From a few families ran out of kittens and puppies, birds on the trees also want to find some food from the men's rice bowl, but often driven far away, resentful and scattered.

The bell rang, the men went to work, the old acacia tree under the world of women and children. The old man took out the spinning wheel and spun a white cotton bollock in a tricky way.

In the "buzzing" sound of the spinning wheel, the old man's mind emerged in a dazzling image of coarse cloth, face rippled with imperceptible happiness smile. A small daughter-in-law took out to the man or child pulled half of the sole, a needle, a line pulled out of the young woman's tenderness and honey.

Those little tigers, kittens, birds are rusted into subtle patterns with needle and thread by the women, and become the crafts that are passed around. Not far from the acacia tree by the pond (Shaanxi rural called "old pool", each village has a), those rows of washing women's laughter, accompanied by the smell of acacia flowers to the old acacia tree below the breath, and then cause this side of the enthusiastic response.

In the macho countryside of Guanzhong, this is the only time that women dare to indulge their nature and release their privacy and pain, often with the help and encouragement of the elders. In the evening, the old acacia tree has become a place for men, women and children to **** enjoy the cool place.

The young girls, freshly minted daughters-in-law generally stood far away, hands or embroidery, or knocking on the melon seeds, shyly watching the scene under the tree. At that time there was no entertainment, not even electricity, some recognized as "living treasure" of the men or bachelor, mixed in the women's pile, making rude jokes, but often lead to a roaring laughter.

By the time the night is over, the young people are busy with their own affairs in front of the flowers and the moon. Older men and women have more worries, less sleep, waiting for the child to fall asleep on the lap, the hazy night, you can only see the man's pipe out of a bright sparks, hear the woman's "buzz" lonely spinning wheel sound.

From time to time, there will be a soft sigh and cough. The old acacia tree was tired, and the birds fell asleep in his embrace.

A peaceful, happy agriturismo scene! Since the high school, until the army came to Yue Fei stepped through the "Helan Mountain Que", will be this scene in the heart. Especially in April and May each year, when the winds are raging on the Seychelles, they remembered the old acacia tree, as well as the acacia flowers mixed with the flour steamed out of the flower lumps.

The sweet, fragrant flower pimples are better than any delicacy. Some of the children who grew up listening to the stories under the acacia tree are now enjoying government allowances for their outstanding contributions to aviation and geology.

There are also military, police, teachers, and also made a fortune. But half of them are still clinging to the old locust tree, giving birth to a group of children, repeating the old story under the old locust tree.

However, whether it is an official, rich, no matter how luxurious car home, once to the small village, they will religiously get off the car early, the pocket prepared in advance with good cigarettes and sweets, see the elders and children will be greeted with a smile, or handing cigarettes, or sugar, and then can not help but come to the old acacia tree, and her greetings, caressing the old man's rough "Skin", a traveler's heart is considered to have landed. Once a year, I really miss the old acacia tree, want to revisit the childhood happy things, more want to eat the mother steamed acacia lumps, they made a trip back to the village to pay a visit to the old acacia tree.

The old locust tree is still there, but the personnel are not, "children do not know each other, ask where the guests come from?" It seems that I do not belong to my hometown, a sense of loss.

3. What are the poems and prose about the fragrance of the acacia flowers

May acacia flowers

Not not love, just do not say ----------- inscription

Mother said on the phone, the acacia flowers bloom, very fragrant.

I laughed softly on this side of the phone, and couldn't bear to break the heart of my mother's words.

It's almost noon when we return to the countryside. The door is not bolted, the mother sat under the tree, white acacia flowers in bunches of low hanging down, there are a few petals floating in the mother's shoulders. The sunlight passed through the flowers and dappled the mother's body.

I squatted down and fiddled with the needle and thread at my mother's feet, and said, "This year's acacia blossoms are so beautiful, so fragrant.

Mother raised her head in surprise and looked at me, then grinned: "I'm back so quickly ah?

It seems that all the preparations have already begun, and my return from the moment my mother put down the phone has become a matter of course.

This is often the case, and for a number of years, I have known some of the news from my mother's phone calls in the old house. For example, Tao tao (mother raised puppy) when the mother; corn can gnaw green; beans cucumber can pick; father's old glasses and to re-watch a ..... Mother has never said once miss, nor said a word to me to come home to see words, and every time I will be for mother these seemingly careless words and sesame green beans of small things Baba ran back to the countryside.

I often hear my mother call my sister and say bluntly: "Are you coming back today? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. To bring back some of what ....... I am sometimes overwhelmed by the closeness I have maintained with my mother over the years at a distance. As long as I can remember, I don't have the memory of lying in my mother's arms, my hair was brushed by my sister, my bag was tidied by my sister, and I got everything about what a girl should learn from my sister.After leaving home at the age of thirteen, every time I came back, my mother and I would become polite and courteous. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, so I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.

I told my sister that I must be the child that mom picked up, or why mom didn't love me. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time.

This time, however, I began to be reluctant. I don't know if it's because the acacia flowers are blooming too well, or because I love my mother's acacia-filled dumplings and the garden is a bed of green vegetables. My mother stood at the edge of the garden and told me what she wanted to plant here and what she wanted to plant there; when the vegetables would be ready to eat and when the plums would be ripe. I kept smiling with my chin in my hand, and when I mentioned some small ideas, my mother's eyes would brighten up, and she would be busy nodding her head and responding in a hmmm. Sometimes in the morning when I opened my eyes, I saw my mother wandering around the house, eyes from time to time to aim over, the body changed the clothes I bought, wrist silver is not sure how many times I wiped the silver bracelet, that is also her birthday when I bought it for her. Mother said, the neighboring aunts and mothers are envious, rushed to ask her where to buy it.

Sometimes my mother would make a pot of acacia tea and put it on the small table under the tree.

I sipped the tea, looked up at a tree of acacia flowers, some hard things in the bottom of the heart, began to inch by inch soft up.

When I was leaving, my mother still ordered me to eat bits and pieces, and stood in the doorway and said to be careful on the road. I told her: do not embroider insoles in the future, the market sells the color is also quite good, but also do not have to spend a few dollars; acacia pillows do not do, too fragrant, not good for the body; acacia tree is too high, so that the acacia flower pods, and do not pick pruning. My mother rubbed her hands and looked at me with some bewilderment, and only half a day later said, "I remember, I remember.

A month later, my sister came to see me in a big package. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Sister piece by piece to me to see, one side of the mother's tone said: this dozen pairs of insoles you still use it, mom said the market to buy not necessarily fit; these soft slippers, last time mom forgot to let you bring back, she said that when the heating is stopped on the change, your stomach is not good, must not be cold; acacia pillows you are too fragrant, mom said that it is not to be done, these dried acacia flowers you stay in the tea to drink it; there are also these acacia honey, mom said:

These are the most important things in the world. morning and evening on an empty stomach, drink a spoon, the stomach is still good ......

4. What are the poems about the acacia

Li Frequency send a friend down to return to the feelings of the Empire Spring has no intention of returning to the mountains of things. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Dou Gong is here at the Thistle Gate, and since I have been a rich man, the cicadas have been singing in the acacia blossoms for the past four years. Today I have a new gray hair, and I am too lazy to ride my official horse to Youzhou. Yang Ning Sending Guests to Shu The Jiange is a long way from a dream, and the way of return goes around Liangshan Mountain. Tomorrow, I will ride my horse and shake my whip, and in the fall rain, the acacia blossoms will be at Ziwu Pass. Zhang Ji Seeing off Xiao Yuan Di The acacia blossoms on the north side of the street are hanging near the horse, and I am sickly and late to send them off. After parting with you on the windy autumn night, I wrote a new poem to tell you. Bai Juyi: "In front of the Buddha Hall at dusk, the acacia blossoms are full of cicadas. The heart is always bitter at all times of the year, and it is the fall that breaks my heart. Bai Juyi: In the back room of the secretary's office, the acacia blossoms are raining in the new fall, and the tung leaves are turning over in the wind, making the night sky. There is nothing to do in the back room at the end of the day, and the old man sleeps with a book on his pillow. Two Lyrics of the Han Palace by Bao Sol The moon reflects in the east window like a jade wheel, and the dust in the front hall of the Weiyang Palace is no longer heard. The flowers of the palace acacia fall in the west wind, and the parrot calls out to the people in the cold night. Yao He Sent Li Yeo to the New Cicadas The cicadas were due to arrive in June last year, and my bones were scared when I smelled them. Today, the acacia blossoms still look like hair, but I'm sad to hear that there's no sound at all. Chu Ching-yuei: Looking at the evening at the gate of the capital. The green acacia blossoms are falling by the side of the royal ditch, and I step out of the gate of the capital in the rainy day. At the end of the day, when the savages have finished plowing, there is a line of smoke on the beacon tower. Xu Hun Sending a friend and relative on the river on a summer day The sun has not yet dipped in the mountains in front of the city, and the cicadas are dropping acacia blossoms at a shrill rate. The car wheels have gone north and south infinitely, but the old man on the river has just arrived home. Zhao Longevity: Sending off the Judge in Xuanzhou When I came here, I was a good penman, and I went to bend the acacia blossoms on the wild bridge. Who can see this despair in front of you? I have sung a song to finish the road. Li Frequency: Reminiscences Looking at the moon, I suspect that there is no chance of winning the laurel, but spring has come in the fall again. The apricot blossoms and acacia blossoms fall, and I am sad for a few years. Wei Zhuang The start of the fall I don't fish with my boat in the misty waters, but I am fond of literature and ink. I've been to Chang'an for a long time, and I've been saddened by the autumn winds. The first time I went to the capital, I bid farewell to my classmates, but the second time I went back to the village of Pukou, I had already climbed a branch of the immortal laurel. Though I hate to be parted, the yellow acacia blossoms come out of the green door on the sunrise. Li Zhong The setting sun The water of the mountains is red before the sun sets, and the rain is falling in the distant sky. I can't look back, but I'm looking at the acacia blossoms on the post road. Zi Lan The House of Pei Langzhong in Taipingfang The desolate steps are all over again and again. Who used to live here in the past? The acacia blossoms and autumn grasses grow all over the place. Zi Lan Early Autumn in Chang'an The wind dances with the acacia blossoms falling down the royal ditch, and the colors of the Southern Mountain enter the city in autumn. The soldiers are in a hurry, and the son of the king is drunk with songs. Qi Ji Answer to Changsha's Ding Xiu Cai Monthly carts run to the Imperial Palace, and yearly tributes pass through Jingtai. I have not seen the old man with a scroll. Liu Wei Early Autumn on a Journey The water is still full of gold, and the air is fresh and clear. The grass is in a sorry state, and the acacia blossoms are falling in the wind. The moon comes in the night, and there's a sound after I realize it. Don't ask me about my future, I'll be on the sand. Bai Juyi: Autumn Day The water in the pool is so lonely, and the sun is soaring under the window. The wind is blowing in the fall, and the acacia blossoms are half-finished. There is an independent person underneath, who has been here for forty-one years. Chen Yuanchu Memories of Chang'an - July Memories of Chang'an in July, when the acacia blossoms were scattered all over the city. The needle building competes on the eve of the seventh day of the seventh month, and the incense offerings in the middle of the year are first moved. The embroidered hubs and golden saddles are unlimited, and the tourists are late to return everywhere. Bai Juyi: Sleeping at Dawn in the Forbidden City, Because of King Huai's Rise and Residence, Late Leakage of the Forbidden City, Quiet Crows All Night Long. The night rain falls on the acacia blossoms, and I am lying in the northern pavilion in the coolness. The lamps are not yet extinguished, and the windy curtains are turned over. Whenever I find a quiet place, I think of talking to my old friends. Bai Juyi answered Liu Jingzhi's question about his villa in early fall, "The cool wind is blowing over the hibiscus hedge, and the acacia blossoms are falling in the evening rain. I have been thinking of the old man's poems for a while. Birds choose wood for shelter, and fish in the pool in the morning. In the city and under the mountain, the noise and quietness of the city make me think of each other. Bai Juyi's summer night stay in Zhi Zhi The courtyard is small, the night is cool, the wind and the dew are clear. The acacia blossoms fill the courtyard and the pinecones fall on the steps. I sit in loneliness with a lamp and contemplate the moon. It's not that I'm tired of the brightening. When Bai Juyi heard the new cicadas, he presented Liu with a gift of twenty-eight cicadas, and the acacia blossoms brought two branches. I should only be rushed into old age, but I also want to tell you that I know. It's too late for the green clouds to enter my hands. It's not more than a glass of wine, so I'm going to exhort you to open your eyebrows. Bai Juyi answered Mengde's question about the cicadas and sent it to me (a new cicada was sent to Liu Mengde), but he thought about it and sang it alone in front of the evening breeze. The appearance of people is not the same as the day before, but the sound of cicadas sounds like last year. After the new rain of acacia blossoms, the shadow of willow is about to fall. After listening to this, I have no other plan, but to think of you. Bai Juyi: Autumn Coolness and Idle Lying The days are still long in the lingering summer, but the autumn is still young in the early coolness. The dewy lotus spreads its fragrance, and the windy bamboo contains a sparse rhyme. I've been lying idle for days, and no one asks me if I'm sick. In front of the door of the house at dusk, the acacia blossoms are one inch deep.

5. gardenia flower fragrance, good words and good sentences

Look! The petals are white and soft to the touch, thick as a quilt in the fall.

Some of the petals are fully open, looks like seven or eight years old child, delicate, can not be hit or hurt; Some of the petals are only half open, vaguely see the stamen looks like a newborn baby with a smile; Some of them are still the flower bone, looks like full of bursting soon; Look at this is very beautiful, look at the one is also very beautiful, let a person's heart and soul. 2. The roots of the gardenia are soaking in the water, and some of the leaves are floating on the surface of the water, like a young girl who is taking a bath in the bathtub.

Its leaves are shiny green, thin and long; some of the new buds stand straight up; even after the flowers wither its leaves will remain turquoise for a few days. Good words: delicate, fragrant, fragrant, long and fragrant, dark and self-pitying, pavilion 3. I stood in front of the window and looked up, the sky is still so blue, the clouds are still so white.

The gardenia was beside me, lying quietly. I looked at it and it looked at me.

It smiled more brightly, the fragrance of gardenia, diffused in the air.4. The gardenia bloomed! Open is so elegant and comfortable, petals hanging a few drops of rain, reflecting her so fresh.

Such as flawless alabaster-like petals above there does not seem to be a trace of dust, petal layer by layer wrapped around the yellowish stamens, a dozen fiery red stamens tightly put an orange pistil surrounded. The emerald-like receptacle powerfully held this her up.

And the outermost calyx has also become the protection of this icy clean flower guardian. 5. The gardenia in the park has been shy, some even opened the snow-white petals, spitting out the soft fragrance, even the air seems to have become snow-white, snow-white, sweet-scented.

6. The gardenia's fragrance is refreshing; The gardenia's appearance is comforting; The gardenia's vitality is amazing. Gardenia everything is so singable.

I will always praise you, gardenia.7. Around April and May, the mast flower is ready to bloom.

That a bowl of big mast flower after nurturing buds, storage nutrients, buds to be released, one after another open, golden stamens dotted in layers of white petals. Some of them are not open yet, like a shy little girl.

The blooming is not, has come out for a mature girl, wearing a snow-white dress, the body exudes a burst of intoxicating fragrance. 8. May, the campus is filled with the scent of gardenias.

Walking in the night, the white flowers emit a strong fragrance, refreshing. However, the daytime has not been pleasant, and the air, in May, has been so dry and hot that it is distracting.

9. Snow-white, snow-white body, exudes a burst of fragrance. Which other flower has this characteristic except our loveliest gardenia? Every mid to late May, we can see, no matter men and women, young and old, holding one or two petite and beautiful gardenias in their hands.

10. Whenever the summer wind blows, the tree of white fragrant gardenia seems to be all blooming overnight, revealing the tender yellow stamens. So, very small very small I always like to sniff the flowers under the tree, step out of a patchwork of tree shadow, blowing a colorful soap bubbles in the wind, looking at them in the refraction of the sunlight shining colorful light, and then in the bottom of the heart to make a wish again and again.

11. Immediately after, a large number of large pieces of gardenia will be one after another open, spreading the breath of purity - that plain and clean such as condensation of flowers adorned with branches, delicate and soft petals crystal moist, exquisite, as if the beautiful jade carving into the elegant, elegantly without a bit of decorative, pure and without a trace of impurities. The outer petals are still residual calyx light green, as if this snow fragrance is from this green color efforts to drill out like, timid, let a person pity.

12. Sometimes, in the bushes picked up a few flower bones, take home to soak in a small bowl, look at the flower bones of the child little by little bloom, full of house are emitting a light fragrance. Sometimes see the ground falling gardenia, pick up the string back into a garland hanging around the neck, strands of flowers let a person refreshing, never tire of hearing.

13. The flower of gardenia is white, it is divided into big gardenia and small gardenia two kinds, the big one is as big as fist, the small one is only two or three fingers so small. It has many petals, layer by layer, can not see the center of the stamen.

I gently break open the layers of petals, finally saw its yellow stamen, stamen around there are many about 1 centimeter long tender yellow thin strip like guards, around the yellow stamen, guarding it. The petals of the gardenia are bad raindrop-shaped, touching like a baby's skin, but also like the finest satin, smooth and tender, very comfortable.

14. I love gardenia, not only because of its flower fragrance. Listen to grandpa said, gardenia from winter began to nurture buds, until the summer will open; And gardenia leaves, although through the wind and frost but proud of the snow and frost, but the silk ho does not reduce the green color.

Although the summer seems to be inadvertent bloom, but has experienced a long time of effort and persistence. Because of this persistent pursuit, there is a bland, vulgar appearance, contains the beautiful, mellow nature of life.

15. About April and May, the mast flower is ready to bloom. After nurturing the bracts, storing the nutrients, and waiting for the buds to bloom, the bowl-sized mast flowers open one after another, with golden stamens dotted among the layers of white petals.

Some are not yet open, like a shy little girl. The full bloom is not, has come out as a mature girl, wearing a snow-white dress, the body exudes a burst of intoxicating fragrance.

16. I love the gardenia, although she has no chrysanthemum's graceful and noble, also has no rose's charming and lovely, she has just that flower's pure and simple and that exuberant vitality. She doesn't care with to embellish the luxurious villa, the gorgeous ball, he just for the land which gives birth to her to raise her to contribute a wisp of fragrance ......17. Gardenia blooms season, one is the cooking smoke, the tile house, the family, one is the gardenia which is gentle as jade, look at, as if a light ink painting.

18. The root of gardenia is soaked in water, and some leaves are floating on the water surface, just like a young girl who is taking a bath in the bathtub. Its leaves are shiny green, thin and long; some new buds stand straight up; even after the flower withers its leaves will remain green for a few days.

19. Whenever the sunshine is a little warmer, even a little hotter; whenever the rain is a little heavier, even a little heavier; whenever the new leaves are a little greener, even a little more emerald; the gardenia produces a bouquet of white flowers between its leaves.

6. half window bamboo shadow green, a tree of acacia flower fragrance is the sentence of which poem

half window bamboo shadow green, a tree of acacia flower fragrance is not the sentence of which poem, but just because the pair of neatly was put together.

The first line: "Half a window is green with bamboo shadows" is from "Sending the Bamboo House to the Abbot of the Bamboo House" written by Hu Zhongshen of the Song Dynasty.

The poem reads:

Sending the Abbot of the Bamboo House to the Master Fu

Author Hu Zhongshen, Song Dynasty

The years of the jianghu are easy to wear away, and the temples are ready to increase on the return of Zhenshi.

He is lazy and has a lot of free time to compose, and he rarely passes through the doors of his house.

The spider's web hangs over the broken eaves, and the bird's nest is seen in the air.

A piece of teacher's heart who will get, half a window bamboo shadow green.

Sophora, also known as acacia flowers, broadly speaking, acacia flowers refers to the flowers and buds of the legume family, but generally will be open flowers called "acacia flowers", also known as "acacia stamen", buds are called "acacia rice The flower buds are called "acacia rice". Often planted on the side of the house, roadside, commonly cultivated throughout China, mainly in the north, to the Loess Plateau and the North China Plain for more, usually in April and May each year to bloom, the flowering period is generally about 10-15 days.

Robinia pseudoacacia flowers have good ornamental value, every time the flowering season comes, a string of white acacia flowers adorned with branches, the air is filled with a light vegetative fragrance, refreshing. Ancient poems related to acacia flowers in China and the Middle Kingdom, such as: "Curling autumn winds, acacia blossoms half into reality" (Bai Juyi, "Autumn Day"), "The wind dancing acacia blossoms fall in the Royal Gully, and the color of the Final South Mountain enters the city in the autumn" (Zilan, "Early Autumn in Chang'an"), which sing about the local species of acacia, rather than acacia or acacia.

Acacia flowers are crumpled and curled, with scattered petals. Calyx campanulate, yellowish-green, apex 5-lobed in the whole; petals 5, yellow or yellowish-white, 1 larger, suborbicular, apex retuse, the remaining 4 oblong. Stamens 10, 9 of them basally united, filaments slender. Pistil terete, curved. Body light. Gas slight, taste slightly bitter.

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Baidu Encyclopedia: Sophora japonica