Poems about Fragrance 1. Poems about Fragrance
Dark Fragrance and Sparse Shadow Song Lin Bu I
Sparse Shadow across the slanting water is clear and shallow, the dark fragrance of the floating moon twilight.
Plum Blossoms by Wang Anshi
It is not the snow that is known from afar, but the dark fragrance that comes from it.
Looking at Mount Lushan Waterfalls Li Bai
The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance.
The Pavilion of Wine and Fragrance
The Pavilion of Wine and Fragrance is still on the lake, where is the fragrance of wine?
Spring Night Su Shi
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
Chrysanthemum Huang Chao
The fragrance of chrysanthemums permeates the city of Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.
Early Plum Liu Zongyuan
The early plum is high in the tree, reflecting the blue of the Chu sky. It is the first time in the world that you have ever seen a woman in the world, and it is the first time that you have ever seen a woman in the world.
Drunken Blossom Yin Li Qingzhao
After the dusk of the evening, there is a dark scent filling the sleeves.
The Pear Blossoms of Zuoye Qiu Wei
The cold and colorful gold breaks the snow, and the fragrance enters the clothes at first.
Spring Night Wang Anshi
The golden furnace is burning, and the wind is blowing.
Su Shi (苏轼)
The moon and the stars are all around Jianzhang, and the wind is blowing down the royal furnace.
The book on the South Tower of Ozhou, Huang Tingjian
Looking around at the mountains and the water, the fragrance of the lotus on the railings.
Summer Day at the Mountain Pavilion Gao Pian
The crystal curtains are moved by the breeze, and the roses are fragrant.
Early Plums: Qi Qi (齐已)
The wind carries the fragrance, and the birds peep at the colorful flowers.
At dawn, I smelled the rain, and it was good fondue.
2. Poems about fragrance
Five poems about the fragrance of wood rhinoceros sent by the old man of Shuangfeng Dingshui Lin Song Yang Wanli, a mountain boy who doesn't understand things, and the fire is too strong.
To lose the fragrance is not enough, urgent call thin silver leaves.
Shuangfeng Dingshui Lin old send wood rhinoceros incense five Song Yang Wanli Fu said Shuangfeng old, your teacher is Rulai.
How a petal incense, but for Yang Chengzhai.
Shuangfeng Dingshui Lin old sent wood rhinoceros incense five Song Yang Wanli Who said Dingshui Zen, into the fixed like dead wood.
Flying into the Palace of Guanghan, received the fragrance of ten thousand solutions.
Four Songs on Daffodils Song Yang Wanli The fragrance of the daffodil is still extinct, and the flower is clear and the moon is not yet clear.
The name of the daffodil is water, which is the name of a heavenly body.
Plum Blossoms: Song Yang Wanli's flowers are so powerful in early spring, and the fragrance is so cold that it is blown out at dawn. The moon shakes the shadow of the water, and the snow is brought into the bottle.
Six Songs in early spring, Song Yang Wanli Laozi burned incense, bees as a team.
The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was a little girl who was a little girl.
On February 14th, I woke up to see the begonias, eight songs Song Yang Wanli.
I suddenly jumped down from the beautiful silk, jumped down from the brocade city.
On the 14th of February, Yang Wanli wrote eight poems about the begonias, and the bees were busy before me.
The first is a poem about a man who has no nostrils, and the second is a poem about a man who has no scent.
On the 14th day of the 2nd lunar month, Yang Wanli wrote eight poems about the begonias, which are the most beautiful of all.
The color is more beautiful than red and white, and the fragrance is in between.
Song Yang Wanli, the Queen of the Palace, burned incense on a distant night, and the osmanthus blossoms were wrapped around the exhibition.
The moon in the sky is drenched in the shadow of the starry river, and the parrot calls out to the people in fear of the cold.
Red Cloud Pavilion Song Yang Pang heavy wind and sunshine, flower gas full of ponds.
Who put the red clouds this, red clouds have no such fragrance.
After the Yongjia Hundred Rhymes - Nantang Song Yang Pan, it is already late when I go out, and I have been hitchhiking on the short road for a long time.
The winds are so strong that the lotus blossoms are so fragrant.
Xianglin Cave, Song Yang Pans A hundred years of woodcutter's axe, left to hang a cold ape.
But the water of Xixi River is so fragrant that it flows out of the door of the cave.
Butterfly: Two Songs, Song Yang Gongyuan (楊公遠) is the first to write about the butterfly, and the second is the first to write about the butterfly.
I don't know if I'm a phantom, but I'm in love with the scent of flowers.
On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, he went to the Zhaoying Palace to dedicate his life to the temple, and returned alone to Song Yanshu, with three incense burners in the other halls, and a cup of wine in the diagonal corridor.
The official non-servant, riding a horse but returned.
The county nursery ten and Zhu to the system Song Xue resistance burning incense to sit clear day, this heart from as if.
I know that I'm not good enough to be a writer, but I'm good enough to be a writer.
The first one is the "Hualing Hundred Songs", Song Xu Shang, the left side of the hall, where the golden geibeys cover the precious incense.
I am a scholar who has come here to learn the way of Taoism, and I have come here to inhale the rising sun.
Hua Ting Hundred Chants - Gushui Song Xu Shang, where short rows of birds are rowed, the wind is fragrant with waterlily.
The moon reflects the waves of the Canglang.
Song Xu Shang remembers that in the fragrance of the lotus, the moth-eye sings of picking lotus.
The turtle is a thousand years old, but there are no leaves in the field.
Song Xu Shang, "The Three Daughters", in Hualing, the spirit of the jade coffin is not there, but the soul of the fragrance is already gone.
The song "Three Women's Gangs" was written by Xu Shang, and the soul of the woman is already dead.
3. The poem describing the fragrance of osmanthus in addition to osmanthus falling in the moon, the fragrance of the sky outside the clouds floating this line there is something else
People idle osmanthus falling, the moon quiet spring mountain empty 1. people idle osmanthus falling, the night quiet spring mountain empty 2. fog dense mountain osmanthus 3. mountain clouds indifferent osmanthus wet 4. osmanthus falling in the moon, the fragrance of the sky outside the clouds floating 5. Dien Gui wine Ruoxi pepper syrup 6. Pei me multiply Ruoxi gui boat 7. not on earth species, moved from The fragrance of the wide cold is a little bit, blowing all over the mountain.8. The line is not fragrant and raises the laurel wine, the red cherry is colorless and the waves are fine.9. Ask Wu Gang where he is, and Wu Gang brings out the osmanthus wine.10. Last night the west pond was full of cool dew, and the osmanthus flowers blew off the fragrance of the moon. The leaves are dense with a thousand layers of green, and the flowers blossom with ten thousand points of yellow. Liu Yuxi's "Don't be envious of the three springs of peaches and plums, and the osmanthus flowers become a real fruit to the glory of the autumn." Su Shi's "The river clouds are indifferent to the wetness of osmanthus flowers, and the plum rain hastiness of lyzi". There is also Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky - Osmanthus flowers": "There is no need for light blue and deep red, since it is the first stream of flowers." Qing people Zhang Yun Ao's stanzas "osmanthus": "West Lake in August foot tour, where the fragrance through the nose to see the secluded? Manjue Long beside the golden corn all over, the sky wind blowing fall ten thousand mountains in the fall." Although there are many poems celebrating osmanthus, there are also many poignant ones, such as Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" in the Tang Dynasty: "The white trees in the courtyard are filled with crows, and the osmanthus flowers are wet with cold dew without any sound. Tonight the moon is bright and people are looking at it, I don't know whose home the thoughts of autumn have fallen on." The opening lines show a picture of the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, with "cold dew" and "wet" osmanthus flowers, implicitly implying that the poet's state of mind is "cold". When looking at the moon, it is the poet's imagination, a false reference to the legendary laurel tree in the moon, so that the poet's loneliness and sadness, lovesickness and nostalgia will be secretly matched with the lonely and desolate Chang'e's feelings in the Guanghan Palace, making the whole poem's mood more distant, more intriguing. Many lovesicknesses and nostalgia leap out. Crows perched on the white trees in the courtyard, the cold dew is silent and wet Laurel Laurel falls in the moon, the fragrance of the sky floats outside the clouds ---- Song Zhiwen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Lingyin Temple" The moon palace is cold in the fall and the laurels are in mass, the blossoms of the year are just a climb. ***I don't know how heaven remembers earth. ---- Ming Dynasty Bian Gong "Chang'e" Mountain temple in the moon looking for cinnamon, county pavilion pillow to see the tide ---- Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River" Remote think of my teacher walks on the road, the fragrance of heavenly cinnamon falling one after another ---- Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi "Send Zen Master Taoguang" Hibiscus weeping dew slopes see, cinnamon floats fragrant under the moon to smell ---- Yu Companions "There is a Huaihan old brother" Bird Song Stream ---- Wang Wei People idle cinnamon flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the mountain birds, which sometimes sing in the spring stream. Cave Palace Evening ---- Lu Guimeng The osmanthus blossoms fall on the mountain at the afternoon of the moon, and the cloudy clothes of the Taoist priests in Huayang are thin. The stone altar is filled with incense, and the cedar clouds are clearing up. The Fan on behalf of Dong Xiucai ---- Li Shangyin The fan should not come out of the curtain to cover up the spring mountains. If the reunion is like the bright moon, the osmanthus blossoms must be in bloom. Moon Festival --- Li Shangyin Frost on the leaves under the grass, and the light of the lake on the vermilion fence. The rabbit and the toad are cold and the osmanthus flowers are white, this night Chang'e should break her heart. To Xu Faliang, a Taoist Priest of Longshan Mountain --- Liu Changqing I live alone in the green mountains under the white clouds. I am alone in the green mountains. I burn incense under the forest day and night, and the osmanthus blossoms are silent together. The Two Sons of Han ----Jiadao One foot of jade on a thousand rocks, on the fifteenth day of the eighth month. The dew falls on the osmanthus blossoms, and the white birds dance in the sky. The snowy osmanthus blossoms are scarce, and the crows are being flicked back --- Li He "Out of the City" Bie Pu clouds return to the osmanthus blossom islet, and the two phoenixes in the strings of the state of Shu are speaking. --Li He's "Listening to Ying Shi's Zither Song" The elm pods are scattered and the stars turn, the osmanthus flowers find their way to the moon wheel. --- Li Shangyin, "A Piece".
4. What are the poems about "fragrance" and "dark fragrance"
The Little Plum in the Mountain Garden Lin Hejing Tang The fragrance of all the flowers falls down and is only noisy, and it takes up all the flavor to the little garden. The water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. The frosty birds are trying to steal their eyes, and the pink butterflies are trying to break their souls. Luckily, I have a little song to be intimate with each other, so I don't need to be unauthorized to write on the board*** golden bottles. Jiang Kui's "Dark Fragrance and Sparse Shadows" The moonlight of the old days, how many times did it shine on me, playing the flute by the side of the plum. I've been playing the flute by the side of the plums. I'm getting old now, and I've forgotten all about the spring breeze. But I can't blame the flowers outside the bamboo for their cold fragrance. The river is silent. The night snow is accumulating. The red calyx has no words to remind us of each other. I remember the place where we used to join hands, a thousand trees pressed against the cold turquoise of the West Lake. When will I ever see them again? Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin" Thin mist and thick clouds are worrying about the eternal day, and the Rui Brain eliminates the golden beasts. The festival is over again, the jade pillow and the screen closet are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk, I drink wine in the East Ledge, there is a dark fragrance filling my sleeves. The curtain is rolled in the west wind, people are thinner than the yellow flowers. Lychee Membrane I once painted a picture in Zhongzhou, and the rouge lightly swept away the drunkenness. The lotus petals fall in front of the wind, and the peach blossoms are beautiful after the rain. The white jade is thinly caged in a demonic color, and the light skirt is lightly quilted with a dark fragrance. I'm not sure who's going to clean up the mess, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The Past - Percy Byss Shelley Will you forget those moments of sweet bliss buried under the pavilion, where the cold corpses were piled not with moss, but with green leaves and flowers, the flowers being the joys of the dead, and the leaves the hopes of the morrow? Will you forget that the past and the dead will have their spirits to come to haunt you, and the heart of your memories will be turned into a tomb, and that remorse will glide over it in the fog of despondency, and then whisper in a pallid voice, that the pleasure once gone is the torment of pain? The Past--Percy Bysshe ShelleyWilt thou forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in love's sweet bowers,Heaping over their corpses coldBlossoms and leaves, instead of mould? Blossoms which were the joys that fell, And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yetThere are ghosts that may take revenge for it,Memphis. Oh, yetThere are ghosts that may take revenge for it,Memories that make the heart a tomb,Regret which glide through the spirit's gloom,And with ghastly whispers tellThat joy, once lost, is pain. once lost, is pain.
5. Poetry about the "chrysanthemum"
Xinhua News Network, Henan Channel, October 18 (Mu Xiaoli You Li), the ancient capital of the Golden Autumn festive dress, Kaifeng up and down all over the chrysanthemum branches, red flowers, yellow flowers, orchids, green flowers, purple flowers, white flowers, orange flowers color intertwined together, weaving into a sea of flowers. It is a true reflection of the poem written by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, "The wind and leaves are falling, and the frosty chrysanthemums are piling up in white". Contemporary Kaifeng people carry forward this cultural heritage and make the Chrysanthemum Show and Chrysanthemum Art a wonderful flower in the temple of culture and art in the ancient city. This year, the chrysanthemum exhibition will be held from Kaifeng Wuchaomen Square, Longting Grand Hall to the North Gate, with a total length of more than 1,000 meters. The main chrysanthemum *** is divided into 8 scenic spots, 18 attractions, 1 exhibition room and 1 exhibition gallery, with about 100,000 pots of chrysanthemums and 20,000 pots of accompanying flowers. The 8 scenic spots are as follows: Chrysanthemum City Event, Overflowing Fragrance and Colors, Nine Dragons Celebrating Chrysanthemums, Fine Products, Groups of Heroes Competing in the Glory of Chrysanthemums, Bianyuan Autumn Song, Peacock Welcoming Guests, and Blue Wave and Beautiful Flow, which are respectively distributed in the main exhibition line and the courtyard of the Dragon Pavilion Grand Hall, the east and west side yards, as well as the bridge of the Dragon Pavilion Lake and the east and west shores of the lake. Kaifeng city street trunk line, important traffic intersection, the city's large squares, hotels, restaurants, shopping malls are placed in front of the blooming chrysanthemums in a thousand shapes and sizes, the entire ancient capital of Kaifeng overflowing with chrysanthemum flowers.
6. Poems describing the fragrance
A branch of red dew condensation fragrance, clouds and rain Wushan in vain.
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late sun, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grasses - Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
I'd rather die holding the fragrance on the branch, than to be blown down among the hundreds of flowers. （
A single flower is the first to change, and all flowers are fragrant (Chen Liang, "Plum Blossoms")
The plum must be three times whiter than the snow, while the snow loses the fragrance of the plum (Lu Meipo, "Snowy Plums")
If it's not cold to the bone, how can the plum blossoms be fragrant? Song Yan Guidao's "Qing Ping Le"
"Plums" by Wang Anshi
Who will be the one to pass on the fragrance of the plums? Li Bai (李白)
Should be the socks on the waves of the God of Love, but now there is fragrant dust on the lotus stamen.
What are the verses with the word "fragrance"
There are many verses with the word "fragrance" in ancient poems. For example, some of them are familiar to us:
1. In the fragrance of rice flowers, we can say that it is a good year -- Song - Xin Qiji, "The Moon on the Western River - Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night". The fragrance of rice blossoms is the talk of a good harvest year;
2. Interpretation: Wandering alone in the flower path of a small garden;
6. The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrance of the flowers is over, and I am tired of combing my hair in the evening of the day -- Song - Li Qingzhao, "Spring Evening in Wuling Chun". Comment: The wind has stopped, and the dust carries the fragrance of flowers, which have withered away. The sun has already risen high, but I am too lazy to come and comb my hair;
7. The sun shines on the incense burner to give birth to purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river -- Tang Dynasty - Li Bai, "Looking at the Waterfalls of Mount Lushan". Interpretation: incense burner peak in the sunshine of the purple smoke, far away to see the waterfall like white silk hanging in front of the mountain;
8. Plum must be inferior to the snow three times white, snow but lose a section of the fragrance of the plum -- Song - Lu Meipo "Snow Plum - one of the". Comment: Drinking wine by the east hedge until after dusk, the faint fragrance of yellow chrysanthemum overflows into the sleeves.
Expanded Information:
In ancient poems, the word fragrance is used in many poems because of the many different meanings of the word fragrance and its flexible usage. The specific meanings of the word "fragrant" in ancient poems are as follows:
1. Fragrant, means smelling good, as opposed to "stinky". Common words are: fragrance. Fragrant. Fragrance. Fragrance;
2. Fragrance also refers to comfort: sleep well;
3. Taste good: this fish is really fragrant;
4. Fragrance, popularity: this kind of goods in the countryside fragrance. Called some natural or man-made scented things: musk, ling cat incense, ambergris, sandalwood, incense, etc.;
5. The word incense was used in the olden days to describe women's things or as a pronoun for a woman: fragrant boudoir. Fragrance. Ancestor worship, worship God burned with wood shavings mixed with spices made of thin strips;
6. incense also often refers to, incense fire. Burning incense to worship Buddha. incense burner. The incense burner. The oil city ink fragrance, rare fragrance, Dan Gui floating fragrance, national color and heavenly fragrance,
Fragrant warmth, fragrance, heavenly fragrance outside the clouds, fragrant soul, ten miles floating fragrance, chrysanthemum fragrance all over the world,
Ice sealing incense wrapped, smelling the fragrance to know the person, the red disappears fragrance breaks, the fragrance in the wine, a long time and the fragrance,
Fine fragrance, dark incense, light bamboo fragrance, dark fragrance of self-pity, the fragrance of the flowers blossomed within the walls outside the walls,
Flowers of flowers, the fragrance of the long day, darkly remembering the remnants of the incense