1. Poems about picking wild fruits
Poems about picking wild fruits 1. What are the ancient poems that describe "picking wild fruits deep in the mountains"
1. "Yi Huang Jing" Tang Dynasty·Wei Yingwu
The elixir comes from Xishan, and its roots are taken for consumption. Nine steams replace mortal bones, and the scriptures are said to be from the past.
Waiting for the fire to start in the middle of the night, the fragrance fills the Nanxuan. Staying in a fast place can inspire all the spirits, and medicine can open up wonderful doors.
How can you argue with vulgar people if you have an extraneous attachment to yourself? In the final stage, the seal will be removed, and it will remain with the world forever.
2. "A Presentation to the Bare-Shouldered Monk" by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty
The mountain clothes and clogs are stained with berry moss, and his eyes are still open to the world. If compared to my master living in the world, he would be like a stranger sleeping in a rock. I just heard that the tin stick left Sanchu, and said that I would follow the fate to Wutai.
While drunk, I recite poems and ask about Zen principles, for whom I have to go and for whom I have come.
3. "Acacia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
4. "Nanxiangzi·The Road Enters Nanzhong" Five Dynasties·Ouyang Jiong
As the road enters Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red. People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans after a light rain, and their bare hands are raised under the trees.
5. "Two Poems by Chen Heshu" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Several rafters are covered with strawberry moss, and one path of the wall is covered with snow.
Wang Ji Nang Yi moved to his new home, and Zang Qi came to be the king from now on.
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2. Poems about picking wild fruits on the mountain
1. "Peng Ya Xing"
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
Recalling the early days of avoiding thieves, the journey north was dangerous and difficult. Peng Ya Dao late at night, the moon shines on Baishui Mountain.
After walking for a long time, I met so many people. The birds sing in the scattered valleys, but the wanderer has not returned.
The slut bites me hungry, the tiger and the wolf cry in fear. Covering his mouth in his arms, his voice became more and more angry.
The child forced himself to solve the problem, so he asked for a meal. There was a thunderstorm for ten and a half days, and the mud was clinging to it.
There is no rain protection, and the path is slippery and cold. Sometimes the contract is so broad that it lasts several miles.
Wild fruits serve as food, and humble branches become the rafters of a house. Walk on rocks and water in the morning, and stay in the sky in the evening.
Stay less in Zhoujiawa and prepare to leave Luzi Pass. An old friend was Sun Zai, a man of great righteousness and Bo Zengyun.
It's already dusk for Yanke, so the lanterns are lit and the doors are opened. The warm soup washes my feet, and the paper towels attract my soul.
From then on, the wife and child were born, and they looked at each other with tears in their eyes. All the chicks are rotting and sleeping, waking up to eat on their plates.
I vow to become my brother Kun with my master forever. Then I sat in the empty hall and lived in peace to serve me.
Who is willing to face difficulties and be open-minded and show his heart. Farewell years and weeks, Hu Jie is still in trouble.
How can I have wings and feathers and fly down in front of you?
2. "The Arrival of Guests"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
Where can passengers come to Sangmai Village?
A slave entered the market first, and this old man answered the door.
Wild fruits taste astringent, and village fermented grains are still muddy.
How can I hate my remaining years and rule the world as Li Yuan?
3. "Small Drink in the Garden"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The creation has left me old, and the rivers and lakes are wide.
During the six years of admiration, I had to ask for two crowns.
Although the hair on the temples is rustling, the strength of the legs is not hobbled.
There are more than ten notes and an empty bowl of rice.
Two months have passed since the beginning of the year, and I feel that this spring is crippling.
The apricots smile on the wall, and the orioles sing into the clouds.
Sweep the floor and set up a banquet, and persuade each other to have extra meals.
The village wine is turbid and clear, and the wild fruits taste sweet and sour.
Neighbors talk about Tuan Luan, and children and grandchildren talk about Tuan Luan.
Although there is no money, there is still joy in the great songs.
4. "Miscellaneous Poems"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
When a guest asked about Vimalakirti's illness, people mourned Fan Shuhan.
The poem bag is carried on the child's back, and the medicine bag is hung on the donkey's saddle.
The wild fruits make the eyebrows sour, and the village mash makes the teeth sour.
The old chicken is special and I wish you peace every day.
5. "Beijing Guests Buying Wine"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi
Purple clothes hold a cauldron in front of guests, with rice and rice in their towels.
Use the knife to take out the meat and cut it into pieces for the diners, and chop the meat into the fresh meat on the silver plate.
The diligent and diligent people invite you to have a full meal, and the animals are returned to the hall and the wine is circulated.
Mountain vegetables and wild fruits are mixed with honey, and badger breasts and pig meat are fried in a pan.
The wine-drinking history is about to start, and the little Hu is scratching his ears to stay.
It is no coincidence that a cup of wine helps Hu stop drinking and stay safe.
3. Poems about fruits
Green vines and frost lie on the soft sand, and watermelons have been eaten everywhere over the years. "Watermelon Garden" Song Dynasty Fan Chengda pulled out the golden sword and smashed the jasper bottle. Thousand points of red cherries, a ball of citrine. Swallow the smoke to dissipate it, and when it enters the teeth, it makes a sound of ice and snow. Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
Ode to Grapes Tang Yanqian. Tang Dynasty
The West Garden is tender and cool in the evening, and the grapes are picked and tasted.
The shelf is full of high-supported purple ropes, with a branch of gold and silver hanging at an angle.
The sky wind rustles the leaves, and the sound of butterflies makes the rain clear.
The divine dragon lurks in the cold pond on a clear night, but thousands of wet clouds cannot fly.
The beauty of the Shi family travels to the Golden Valley, with green curtains and coral hooks.
The jade plate is newly introduced into the Chinese house, and the bead tent is hung high at night without being collected.
Shengyou still remembers the scenery back then, the fresh air made people feel chilled to the bone.
Smiling and calling to the distant sky on the bright mirror, drunkenly leaning on the silver bed to see the autumn shadows.
4. About poems with the word "fruit"
Two pieces of Huang Shang as a gift to Wei Shiyu Li Bai
Seeing you riding a Cong horse, I know the way to Mount Taishan.
The fruit of this place destroys the wheel, and the whole body is regarded as a treasure.
I am like a harvest jade, discarded Akita grass.
But Xu curling heart, inaction laments aging.
Meet Xu Qing in search of fruit plants by Du Fu
The few flowers in the thatched cottage want to be planted now, regardless of green plums and yellow plums.
I went back in the Stalagmite Street, and came back in the Orchard Square to seek help.
Send Huangfu Qi to Bai Juyi
Meng Xia loves my house, Tao Qian’s words are true.
Wine is falling from the flower bottle, and the book is unfolding from the wind case.
The neighbor’s daughter steals new fruits, and the family boy steals small fish.
I wonder how Huangfu Qi is doing in Chishang?
Sitting Alone on an Autumn Night (A Work on Winter Nights) Wang Wei
Sitting alone with sad temples, the hall is empty for the second watch.
Mountain fruits fall in the rain, and grass and insects chirp under the lamp.
Gray hair cannot be changed, but gold cannot be changed.
If you want to know how to cure old age and illness, you can only learn.
Visiting Kaiyuan Jingshe Wei Yingwu
Summer clothes begin to lighten the body, and wandering around loves the monk's residence.
After the new rain in the orchard, the sun shines on the incense terrace.
The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower indicates the end of spring.
The talisman bamboos are tired and their appearance and traces are sparse.
Staying in Annan by Du Shenyan
The wind weather is special in Jiaozhi, and the cold is late and the warmth is coming again.
Mountain fruits are ripe in mid-winter, and wild flowers bloom in the first month.
Accumulating rain creates dim fog, and light frost causes thunder.
My hometown is thousands of miles away, and my guests are always welcome.
The Ancient Meaning of Spring Lake by Song Zhiwen
The plum blossoms in the courtyard are growing towards the ruler, and the birds in the garden are singing again.
Wandering around Nanhu Lake at sunset, the beauty is as beautiful as jade.
Feeling speechless, I look forward to knowing where I belong.
If you are melancholy and have no way to return, you must pick up a basket in Ningguan.
Li Qiao was taught in May
The green trees are full of flames, and the Zhulou is full of summer scenery.
The pond contains freezing rain, and the mountains reflect the light of fire and clouds.
The new cherry blossoms are ripe in the orchard, and the hibiscus is fragrant in the flower garden.
If you want to escape the summer heat, you still have to drink wine for ten days.
Governor Xiao of Guangzhou came to the court and had a banquet in Yuezhou, where he got the word winter. Zhang said
The isolated city embraces the river, and the envoys go to the court.
If Taichung is old, we can still meet each other on the water.
Beijing is far behind the sun, and I am as tired and rusty as winter.
I envy the eloquent bird and express my gratitude to the ninth level.
Inscribed on the coconut tree Shen Quanqi
The coconut tree in the south of Japan is fragrant and smells of wind and dust.
The head of the wood is thickly clustered, and the body of the betel nut is round and solid.
The jade house is covered with dew, and the green leaves are green all the year round.
Not as good as Tu Linguo, he moved his roots and followed Han Chen.
Sending Su Qian to the rooftop with Zhang Zirong
Looking for supernatural beings across the sea, and visiting Cuiwei with music and songs.
The gulls on the river welcome the eagles, and the cranes are about to fly.
Qishu tastes the fairy fruit, Qionglou tries the feather coat.
The goddess asked from afar, and it was only Ruan Lang who was to blame for his return.
5. What are the poems that describe picking?
1. "The Play Repays Secretary Lu" Poet: Wang Jian Dynasty: Tang Dynasty A man in Yunxiang Pavilion picked spring in the imperial garden.
Take this and the elixir to cure old age and illness. 2. "Bamboo Stream" Poet: Li Yi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Visiting the bamboos crossing the cloud cliff, it is the end of Lin Ruoxi.
It is better to know that under the repair work, the autumn moss in the desert is clean. The clear light overflows the sky, and the lush colors are secluded.
Pick the fresh and fragrant flowers to serve you at the end of the year. 3. "Yong Chrysanthemum" Poet: Chen Shuda Dynasty: Tang Dynasty The purple stems bloom in the frost, revealing the golden hair.
But it is better to say goodbye than to be prosperous at the end of the harvest. 4. "Collection of Twenty Poems from Wangchuan·Jiaoyuan" Poet: Pei Di Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Dan thorns cut off people's clothes, and their fragrance stays with passers-by.
Fortunately, it can be used as a cauldron. I hope you will pick it up. 5. "Fang Tuiguan Sends New Tea" Poet: Zeng Gong Dynasty: Song Dynasty It is the best time to pick the East River in spring, and the leaves from the valley source are especially fresh.
The dragon group will fight to get it first, and is willing to send it to the people in the end of the world. 6. "Aoshuang Pavilion" Poet: Cui Dunli Dynasty: Song Dynasty The frost wind blew into the garden, and the ground in front of the steps was covered with gold.
There are green vines that are ready to be picked, and it is still cold to accompany others. 7. "A Cloud in Wushan" Poet: Ma Yu Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty Xia friends have no worries, Yun friends have nothing to do.
The combination of Qi and Shen leads to purity and purity. Talking and laughing are great successes.
It’s easy to pick green peaches. Specially dedicated to Pengying Immortals.
Let’s celebrate the Double Ninth Festival together. Have a feast and taste it together.
8. "The Proud Fisherman" Poet: Yan Shu Dynasty: Song Dynasty There is no trace of chalk painting. The golden needle and colored thread are hard to beat.
Who picks lightly by the faint fragrance. The wind is blowing.
The bow of the boat touched the two owls. The night rain dyed the sky and water blue.
The rising sun lends rouge color. It's a pity to be disappointed and open to others.
Autumn is coming. There are new lotus seeds on the plate.
9. "Chrysanthemum" Poet: Liu Zihui Dynasty: Song Dynasty The fragrant green bushes sprout early, and the golden stamens bloom late. The mood of autumn should only be indifferent, but the chemical industry should cherish lead and beauty.
On the Double Ninth Festival, there is light mist and drizzle, and the winding sills and sparse fences surround the Wuliu family. Drunk at dusk, I sing in the morning for picking, and I pity the cold butterfly for its free life.
10. "Flowers in the Forest" Poet: Dugu Shi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Shangyuan was young and beautiful, and Fangfei was spitting out flowers. I look forward to the spring day without words, and laugh at the passing years.
The light mist is reflected in the cage, and the sunset is sunny and beautiful. The shadow connects to thousands of bamboo households, and the fragrance spreads to thousands of households.
Fortunately, I am close to the balcony, and I still have credit for the rain and dew. I hope you will pick them without letting the wind and sand fall.
6. What are the poems describing "fruit"
Looking at the green duck head of Hanshui from a distance, it looks like grapes in the early stages of brewing.
——Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Song of Xiangyang" Translation: From a distance, the Han River is as green as a duck's head, as if it is green wine that has just been brewed and has not been filtered. He eats three hundred lychees a day and grows up to be a Lingnan native.
——Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "One of the Unique Things in Huizhou/Eating Lychees" Translation: If I eat 300 lychees a day, I would like to live in Lingnan forever. When we were leaning against each other in the pit and valley, we knew it was lychee and longan.
——Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Lychee Sigh" Translation: The people who fell to death in the pits and valleys on the roadside were mixed and overlapped, and the people all knew that this was the passing of lychee and longan. Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.
——Tang Dynasty: Du Mu's "Three Quatrains on Passing the Huaqing Palace" Translation: The concubine smiled happily when the smoke and dust billowed up on her horse. No one knew that fresh lychees had been sent from the south. The smoke and water are green near Jinjiang River, and the lychees are ripe at the top of Xinyu Mountain.
——Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's "Chengdu Song" Translation: To the west of Jinjiang River, the vast mist and water are green, and the lychees are ripe on the hillside after the rain. Lychees are red on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and thousands of families are in the mist.
——Song Dynasty: Li Shizhong's "Bodhisattva Man·Zi Gui Crying Breaks the City Tower Moon" Translation: The river is clear, and the lychees on both sides are red; the drizzle envelopes thousands of houses. The drizzle wets the neem flowers, and the south wind ripens the loquat trees.
——Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji's "Tianping Mountain" Translation: The drizzle wetted the neem flowers, and under the blowing of the south wind, the fruits of each loquat tree slowly became ripe. The east garden contains wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
——Song Dynasty: Dai Fuxu's "Early Summer Tour to Zhang Garden" Translation: In this pleasant weather, I invited some friends to visit the East Garden and then the West Garden with a banquet. The scenery is picturesque, the mood is particularly comfortable, and people are drinking heavily, and some people are already drunk.
There are lots of loquat fruits in the garden, hanging from the trees like gold. They are just picked for tasting after drinking. Girls study at the Wanli Bridge, and live behind closed doors in the loquat flowers.
——Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian's "Send to Xue Tao in Shu" Translation: There lived a very talented singing girl by the Wanli Bridge. Her residence was surrounded by loquat flowers. During the period, she stayed behind closed doors. After a few days of checking the pear, I found snow and frost, and as soon as I read the title, it would shine. Where can I avoid the orpiment?
——Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Jiyincha Pears Until Snow and Frost" Translation: When will orange trees grow together with hawthorn and mountain pears until snow and frost come? Once it has been evaluated, it adds brilliance. Where can oranges escape people's comments? .