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Poetry about yellow prickly plum
Hairpin phoenix flower sound fall
Flower sound fall, the green pine is old, the willow silk is soft and weak riverside crossing.
魂牵谷，竹笙恶，此生别恨，幻世***著。
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night!
Zhu face dew, wild goose roosting fog, sadness more tight scarf embroidered cloth.
The lead robbed the road, Brahma star dance, Shaohua resigned into the pharynx sadness.
No, no, no, no, no!
Thorns
Plum
Thin bones like withered thorns all over the body, but there are branches with new green leaves.
The best of all is the blossom in the heart of the flower, which blooms through the spring and summer to this day.
The yellow plum
The lake is surrounded by many prickly plums, yellow flowers like brocade reflecting the spring sunshine.
The breeze is so strong that the bees and butterflies are flying around the bush.
The white lilacs and yellow plums bloom together
The white petals want to fly, and the yellow plums are brilliant.
The hand-holding fence is separated, and the necks are crossed with the leaves.
The color of the stamens, the scent of the flowers.
The love of a man is not a thing of the past, but a thing of the present.
2. about the writing of Tiger Balm and couplet poetryTiger Balm is also called Iron Begonia, did not find the poem, but remembered Yasunari Kawabata's flowers do not sleep, 4:00 a.m. Begonia ............ flowers do not sleep this well-known thing, suddenly became a new discovery! The chance of flowers.
The beauty of nature is infinite. The beauty that people feel is limited, precisely because the ability of people to feel the beauty is limited, so that the beauty that people feel is limited, the beauty of nature is infinite.
At least the beauty felt in a person's life is limited, is very limited, this is my actual feeling, but also my exclamation. Man's ability to feel beauty neither advances with the times nor grows with age.
The begonias at four in the morning, I should say, are also rare. If a flower is beautiful, then I sometimes can not help but say to myself: to live.
3. How to write a composition describing the tiger prickly pear,I love tiger prickly pear
There is a pot of tiger prickly pear on the window sill of my house, which is a flower I keep. I have to look at it every day, pinching off a yellow leaf, patting down a small flying insect, loosening the potting soil, turning the pot ...... house guests, most of them will notice it, and some of them also tsked: this flower has the spirit!
Indeed. This tiger prickly plum main stem slanting in the soil, looks to be holding all the energy to support all its branches, leaves and flowers. When I look at it, I think of a pine tree with strong roots breaking through the rock. The main stem of the forked leaves, almost straight to all directions to extend, upright, not bent, and not a single drooping down. The main stem and branches are gray-brown, without a little dress and grooming, covered with small thorns, as if to remind people: do not hurt me, or else, will be pricked on.
Between the stiff thorns and spines grow many leaves, the longest seen ovate leaves, the new leaves are small, the old leaves are large. None of the leaves are also light green from petiole to tip, not shiny and not very attractive. It seems that it does not intend to show off their own, no wonder people often use "green leaf spirit" to praise the sweet supporting role of the people it.
"The main character" is the flower. The flower stalk grows above the main stem and branches, and the flower stalk is topped with three or five small red flowers, close together. Each flower has only three petals and no scent, yet they stand out against so many green leaves.
One day, the wind lifted the pot to the ground and broke it. When I came home, I saw the tiger plum lying on the ground, the fine roots were exposed. My eyes were moist, it can still live? My mom helped me to put it in a new pot. I went to see it every day, and after a few days, it did send out shoots.
Tiger Balm is a strong man, I love it .
4. Poems about BegoniaIn the poem "Begonia Poem" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty, there is a line that reads, "The strange tree on the seashore has a strange color, and I know that it was planted in the fairy mountain, and I heard about Langyuan in the book of Qiongrui, and I saw Penglai in the picture of Zi Zhi".
"Spring Twilight in the Small Garden" by Wang Qi of the Song Dynasty
The powder from plums fades away from the residual make-up, and the red is smeared on the Begonia.
The flowers are tied up and tie up, and the thorns come out of the berry wall.
"Living in the east of Tinghuiyuan, the mountain is full of flowers, there is a begonia, the natives do not know the price" Song dynasty Su Shi
Jiangcheng land miasma tomato grass, only the famous flowers bitterly lonely.
Huma smile between the bamboo fence, peaches and plums full of mountains are always vulgar,
also know that the creation has a deep meaning, so send a good man in the empty valley.
The natural richness of the sky, not waiting for the gold plate to recommend the Chinese house.
Begonia" by Su Shi, Song Dynasty
The east wind curls up and floods the Chongguang, and the moon turns to the corridor as the fragrant mist falls.
I am afraid that the night is deep and the flowers go to sleep, so I burn high candles to light the red makeup
The following is from the Dream of Red Mansions
Tanchun "aria white begonias"
The slanting sun and the cold grass with a heavy door, the moss green paved with the basin after the rain. The jade is not cleaner than the spirit, and the snow is easy on the skin and bones.
The heart is a little bit delicate, and the shadow of the moon has traces. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Bao Hairpin "Wing White Begonia"
Cherish the beauty of the day to cover the door, from hand in hand with the urn to fill the moss pot. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The flowers are more colorful than ever, and there is no way to get the jade without traces of sorrow. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the stuff that I've done.
Baoyu's "White Begonia"
Autumn Rong's lightness is reflected in the heavy door, and the seven sections are saved into a basin full of snow. The first time I saw it, I saw it as a shadow of ice, and the second time I saw it as a soul of jade.
The wind at dawn does not disperse a thousand points of sadness, and the rain at night also adds a trace of tears. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Daiyu's "The White Begonia"
Half rolled up the Hunan curtain and half covered the door, crushed ice into soil and jade into a basin. The pear's pistil is three times as white as the pear's, and the plum blossom has borrowed a wisp of its soul.
The moon grotto fairy sewed onyx sleeves, the autumn maiden wiped the cry marks. Shy and silent with whom to tell, tired of leaning against the west wind night has been dim.
Xiang Yun "aria white begonias" one
The fairy descended on the capital yesterday, planted a pot of Lantian jade. Since the frost E favorite cold, not about the Qianlv also away from the soul.
Autumn shade brings out the snow from somewhere, and rain stains add to the traces of the last night. But I am glad that the poet is not tired of chanting, will not let the loneliness of the day and night.
Xiangyun "aria white begonias" two
Asahi dahurica steps through the door of Ficus rosa-sinensis, also suitable for the corners of the wall also suitable for pots. Flowers are hard to find a spouse because they like to be clean, and it is easy to break their souls because they are sad about the fall.
5. Poems about EucommiaI. Poems about Eucommia
The Eucommia in the backyard is in bloom.
The creamy yellow single petals, falling between the leaves, are unscented, odorless and inconspicuous.
I looked up on the computer, it turns out that the dulcimer flower is still a treasure.
He is more valuable than any flower tea, and high-grade tea can not be compared with him.
I don't believe it, busy to the backyard to pick some, go back to wash, dry water control.
In the pot fried open, not waiting to slow down, full of fragrance.
It turns out that Duchenne is a young lady with an unassuming appearance and a heart of manna.
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My heart is boiling, and it is time for the garden that I have managed for many years to bloom.
Ganoderma lucidum is growing day by day, and a big ginseng weighing more than a catty has emerged.
Roses, roses, two kinds of彼岸花,
Not heavy moon season, alabaster, calla lily, leek lotus, anemone, one-leafed orchid,
Purple zinnia don't peach peach blossom and so on countless.
Now that the Belly Bush is in bloom, which means that it bears seeds into fruits, I can propagate a lot of Duchess saplings.
If I expand my hundred gardens, it should be a good vacation lodge.
There are medicinal and food plants in my mountain resort, and coming to my small yard can cure all diseases.
In my lifetime, if I can really realize my dream, it will not be a waste of time to come to this world.
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Thinking about this, my heart surging, I should not be day by day muddle numbness.
In order to my dream, re-drafting the conceptual blueprint of the Garden, the first solution is to choose a site, choose a good site to start funding.
Who is going to come out of this batch of funds is a big problem, the government departments are busy for the promotion of wealth.
Entrepreneurs who have the strength to look at my heart?
In the underworld, there is a kind of power to support me.
One is the Bodhisattva, and the other is my deceased in-laws.
My in-laws realize that I am in a difficult situation.
They will also use their whole body to help me out.
I've been a good person all my life, and I believe in God.
Will the Bodhisattva who accompanies me every day stand by and do nothing?
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Once you have a goal in life, if you walk persistently, you will surely succeed.
Over the years, I have been plowing non-stop without asking for a harvest, and every year I have a different surprise.
When I was most helpless, the flowers in my house would change and open.
Thinking about them, I would see the light in times of despair.
I am not yet fifty years old, although I am retired, I should not be idle and wait for death, right?
I should fight for my ideals and live to a ripe old age.
When I think of this, I will feel that I am much younger again.
My figure has become more slender, the former sickly me no longer exists, and often have a sense of lightness like a swallow.
For the aspirant, God bless him to be young forever!
6. Poems about Haidongqing1. Ten thousand miles to fly across the western part of the sea, the spirit bird jade claws do not stain the mud.
2. Overseas swans can strike alone, and back migratory birds among the clouds dare to drive together. -- "White Sea Green" Yuan Dynasty: Qiu Yuan
Translation: It can fight with overseas swans alone, and fly side by side with migratory bird flocks among the clouds.
3. There are three hundred and sixty feathered insects, and the most handsome of them is the Haidongqing.
4. Hooks and halberds for claws and beaks, and sharp knives for plumes.
Translation: The claws and beak of the Haidongqing are as sharp as those made of hooks and halberds, and its feathers are like sharp swords.
5. Turning eyes is as bright as electricity, and chasing horses is as fast as the wind.
7. Poetry about WisteriaAncient: Wisteria
Wang Shizhen
The wisteria is a forest of its own, and the myriad flowers burn in the twilight shade.
The red banana in the south will be compared with the appearance, and the pine and cypress in the western mausoleum will be in the same heart.
The sunshine and the light of the color are confused, and the rain and the smoke are deeper.
The purple snow half court long not white, idle hairpin group on the clear song.
Wisteria
Li Bai
Wisteria hangs in the clouds, and the flowers and vines are pleasant to the sun.
Dense leaves and hidden birds, fragrant wind flowing beauty.
Modern: Wisteria Flowers by Wen Kexin
The branches of wisteria flowers
are entwined between my dreams
I look at the purple color of the precipitation
The tiny buds of the wisteria flowers
are the cradle of my life
My heart is moved by the swaying of the wisteria flowers
Is this a pity
It's like the beauty of the wisteria flower I once possessed
The wisteria flower is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Those who should have gone have gone
Those who shouldn't have gone have gone
Now
I'm the only one
I'm leaving with the dream
I'm gone
Those vines
Are the only thing that I have left
Purple petals
And green vines
I can hear it in my ears
I can hear it in my heart.
I hear the flower fairies calling in the night
And the sound of the lyre
And when I realize it
She's gone as if she's evaporated
Another one gone
Purple flower
The cabin of life
Maybe she's really going to carry me far away
To the dream of a flower
But I don't know if she can.
I can't bear to part with her
Just like I can't bear to let the world I love suffer
That purple color is like a spirit
It even shed a tear
I smiled and gently wiped away the tear
I looked up to the sky without realizing it
The sky
has just broken through
The purple flowers of the wisteria
The beautiful waterfalls of wisteria
The purple flowers of the wisteria are the most beautiful of all the flowers.
Wisteria flowers are as beautiful as a waterfall
Just like your shoulder-length hair
Whenever I kiss the scent of the flowers
I always want to express the feelings in my heart
I love your brilliant colors
I love your generosity and elegance
I'll treasure every petal
I'll take it with me to all the ends of the earth and all the corners of the globe
It is said that
Fate is always wrong
So be it, what's so scary about it?
Life is like the flowers of the four seasons
Each season will bloom a touching and beautiful
If you are the snowflakes of winter
I am the upright branch
I wish that you gently drift down to my branch
Composition of a more spectacular and beautiful picture
I do not know which one you want to be ah!
8. Essay on Tiger Balm in 3,000,000 WordsThere is a pot of tiger balm on the window sill of my house, which is a flower I keep. I look at it every day, pinching off a yellow leaf, patting down a small flying insect, loosening the potting soil, turning the pot ...... house guests, most of them will notice it, and some of them also tsked: this flower has the spirit!
Indeed. This tiger prickly plum main stem slanting in the soil, looks to be holding all the energy to support all its branches, leaves and flowers. When I look at it, I think of a pine tree with strong roots breaking through the rock. The main stem of the forked leaves, almost straight to all directions to extend, upright, not bent, and not a single drooping down. The main stem and branches are gray-brown, without a little dress and grooming, covered with small thorns, as if to remind people: do not hurt me, or else, will be pricked on.
Between the stiff thorns and spines grow many leaves, the longest seen ovate leaves, the new leaves are small, the old leaves are large. None of the leaves are also light green from petiole to tip, not shiny and not very attractive. It seems that it does not intend to show off their own, no wonder people often use "green leaf spirit" to praise the sweet supporting role of the people it.