1. Verses about the golden chrysanthemum
Verses about the golden chrysanthemum 1. Verses describing the chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival
Tang Bai Juyi filled the garden with chrysanthemums The tulips are yellow, with a solitary clump in the middle that looks like frost.
It’s like today’s singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field. On the Double Ninth Festival, Lieutenant Li obtained the certificate of the Soviet Union. Tang Bai Xing Jian: What is the intention of surrendering the captives? It is the beginning of September in poverty and desolation.
On the third autumn festival in a foreign land, a letter from an old friend. He has an extreme passion for drinking and is very reserved and thoughtful.
I feel lonely in time and space, and hesitate in nostalgia. The geese are gone and the sand is flat, and the smoke is gone in the desert.
Looking south on the stage, I hid my tears in front of Pisces. Collection of the Double Ninth Festival Banquet in the New Courtyard of Wuyunxi, the Minister of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Dugu and Wanfeng are green, and the two streams are clear and shallow.
It is in line with the interest of Dongshan, and it is worthy of the autumn of Jiangnan. The white open air is solemn, and the Huanghuamen Pavilion is quiet.
The monkey cherishes the beautiful scenery and is willing to save it for the fragrant bottle. Five horses shine on the pond, and strings of strings urge people to offer rewards.
Meng Jia's hat is in the wind, and Li Ying's boat is prosperous. Looking forward to the eternity of pride, leaving behind four sorrows when singing.
How can you make the people of Yonghe specialize in Shanyin tours? There are works on the Double Ninth Festival by Du Xunhe of Tang Dynasty. One is the ancient platform on the Double Ninth Festival. Who can see the chrysanthemums blooming during the chaos.
It’s ridiculous to pluck out your gray hair, but it’s sad to lock up gold. This is a young man who has grown old and fought to know that he is not honored to come to the deserted grave.
Everyone clapped their hands and sang loudly. Don’t go back until the sun sets on the mountain. Double Ninth Festival Tang Gaoshi Festival of things alarms the blooms on the temples, but the eastern fence is empty and the flowers are not yet blooming.
After a hundred years, half an official will be retired, and five acres will become a wasteland. How can there be white clothes to peel off and peck at, and a black hat to lean on oneself?
Zhencheng sat alone in the air scratching his head, while the willows rustled at the door and the dusk crows roared. Li Guan's Daily Reward on the Double Ninth Festival Tang Huangfu Ran No white clothes came to deliver wine, but the yellow chrysanthemums bloomed on their own.
Worried about the good times passing by at night, I walked to look for Tao Ling's house. Reply to the envoy Xue Bo of Quanzhou who presented wine to you on the Double Ninth Festival. Li Jiayou of the Tang Dynasty If you want to be strong and unable to climb high, for whom will the yellow chrysanthemums bloom on the fence.
If it’s not Xunyang County, then Wang Hong will bring wine. Yang Shangshu of Zhugong Palace on the Double Ninth Festival, Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty. The chrysanthemums on the edge of the hat-dropping platform are half yellow, and passers-by look at the Double Ninth Festival with melancholy.
When Jingzhou saw Huan Xuanwu, he took advantage of the sad autumn to enter the imperial hometown. On the Double Ninth Festival, I gave a banquet at Qujiang Pavilion, and wrote a six-rhyme poem with clear characters. Li Shi of the Tang Dynasty. I wore early clothes and burned the court, and turned into diligence and sincerity.
This is a time of leisure and opportunity, which coincides with the festive season. Quchi is clean and cold, and the fragrant chrysanthemums are refreshing.
The world is full of refreshing energy, and the terrace and hall are clear in autumn. The government and the public celebrate a good harvest, and there are many cheers at high meetings.
Always cherish the unforgivable precepts, and good men share the same sentiments. On the Double Ninth Festival, Li Shi of the Tang Dynasty made the day clear and clear, and the surrounding suburbs were filled with mist.
The sky is pure and white, and the chrysanthemums are scattered among the golden clusters. If you are ungrateful, you will have a lot of work.
How can I cherish the song and music and think of the monarch and his ministers together? The ultimate transformation is in pavilion nurturing, and they complement each other from beginning to end.
I don’t know Kang Quyong, but I only look up to him for his good years. On the Double Ninth Festival, both China and foreign countries rejoice together, express their ambitions with poems, and show the officials. Li Shi of the Tang Dynasty.
Under the yellow leaves of clear autumn, the chrysanthemums are scattered in the golden pond. Everything will be perfect if you practice it, and you will be happy with everything.
The joy is far and wide, and the customs and customs are in the same carriage. When it comes to harmony, it will be a good time to have a banquet with Xu.
The silk between the clang is growing, and the hairpin and train are in full bloom. This joy is long enough, and this sincerity lasts forever.
Couple of Lanling Residence and Master Xuan at the Double Ninth Festival Night Gathering Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty The crickets reminded me of the cold weather, and the dogwood dripped dew in the room. The wine patrol is lit by candles, and the chrysanthemums on the fence are looking for fragrance in the dark.
[Li Yi] The new moon and autumn dew, the stars mixed with night frost. Climbing high is just a matter of time, but it will last forever.
[Guangxuan] Accompanying Prime Minister Pei on a day trip to Anlechi Pavilion on the Double Ninth Festival. Li Ying of the Tang Dynasty. The lotus marsh used to be Wang Jian's mansion, and the chrysanthemum fence is now Meng Jiabei.
I would rather know that the founder of Beique is here, but he will attract old guests from Dongshan. I laugh at myself and am still drunk, and the sun sets in the sky and I return from Jiangyi.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I sent it to people working in eastern Zhejiang Province. Li Ying of the Tang Dynasty The savages were often sick and kept their doors closed.
In my sorrow, I heard the clear flute and complained again, and I could hardly see the white clothes in my eyes.
When Yuan Yuzheng was enjoying military music, who would rather be in mourning and kowtow in mourning? The river is red and blue at dusk. I know you are drunk and go down to the gazebo.
Feelings of the Double Ninth Festival by Liu Jian of the Tang Dynasty I can’t bear to go up to the tall buildings during the Double Ninth Festival, because the cold chrysanthemums shine in the late autumn every year. Thousands of stacks of old mountains are always separated by clouds, and the two rows of hometowns shed tears and blood together.
Yellow grass stretches across the border counties, and red leaves fall on fishing boats one after another. After all, I am growing old as a minor, and my dogwood head is ashamed to wear snow and frost.
Carrying flowers and wine to the high mountains, you can see the autumn sky in all directions. If the country of Shu cannot survive, how can it be difficult to obtain the Liu family's dolphins and dogs?
The old walls of Zhang Yi are covered with thick green moss, and the ancient trees of Ge Liang’s deserted temple are cold. I feel even more melancholy when I look at the setting sun alone, and the Jinjiang River looks like waves in the east.
Sent to Li Ming Mansion in Shangrao on the Double Ninth Festival by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty In the autumn of the Double Ninth Festival, the geese did not hold the reeds, and they began to realize that the festival in a foreign country was special. The hotel only knows crickets, but the mail boy offers dogwood in confusion.
Where did Tao Qian climb to a high place and get drunk? The tired guest stopped and had nothing to do. Next year, there will be many types of millet in the public fields. Don’t teach yellow chrysanthemums and laugh at Yangzhu.
At the Dongguan Banquet on the Double Ninth Festival, a gift was given to the waiter Zhang Gu. Lu Shunzhi of the Tang Dynasty crossed the river and waved fish and dragons, and held a banquet on Bifeng. The emerald nest is low on the rocks and the osmanthus is small, and the dogwood room is moist with fragrant dew.
There is no dust in the suburbs of Baiyun, and everyone is drunk at the Huangju Banquet. Fortunately, Xie Gong is happy, and the sunset is riding out of the sky.
During the Double Ninth Festival, virtues and virtues are displayed, and all nations rejoice together.
Riding on the beautiful roads, the fragrant dust condenses in the morning sky. Gods are all kind to themselves, and their good energy helps them.
The yin and yang of Lu Lu are smooth, and the scenery and light are connected to the sky and the earth. In vain, he was defeated by Hong Pei, and there was no way to repay the mysterious power.
The six rhymes of the Double Ninth Festival written by Fenghe Sheng, Quan Deyu of the Tang Dynasty. The kindness is followed by thousands of bells, and the harvest is celebrated.
When the chrysanthemums wash away the dew, the autumn pond covers the sky. The golden threads ring with fairy music, and the sword is worn by Luo Zonggong.
The light of heaven brings help, and the wise words are used in great things. How can I answer Yao Cong when he is too ashamed to attack the soil?
Release time on the 3rd floor: 2014-09-27 Reply Dingsi Double Ninth Festival Tang Sikong Picture The Double Ninth Festival has not yet arrived, and I have found the yellow flowers and poured them alone. The guest house is blessed with continuous rain, and the mountains at home sound like an anvil across the river.
The plan for farming and mulberry farming has been lost due to chaos, and the spirit of discussion and relief has been stopped after illness. I can give up my self-congratulations when the time comes, but when I return to the whip, I can only clap my horse and chant.
Traveling on the Double Ninth Festival, Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty. Taking advantage of the time and fighting for the road only endangers one's life. How many people climb high in chaos. This year's festival only comes to the south, and the old graves are facing the new ones in the north.
When you sing, you will cherish the joy of the first feast, and it will be more frequent in the future without saying anything. There are still leaps in winter in the middle of the road, and the sound of toads has just ceased, which means youth.
The King of Joy drives a small instrument to visit him on the Double Ninth Festival. Picture by Sikong of the Tang Dynasty. The white chrysanthemums are blooming at the beginning, and the inside of the bed is bright. When I heard that the king visited me, he was seriously ill. In front of the bottle, I put away my sad things, and I still find lines of sentences on the stream.
There are cranes nearby and people doubting old acquaintances, and the remaining cicadas are noisy towards the sun. I plan to keep the loneliness together, and advise Kang to become famous.
The Double Ninth Festival in Zhejiang Province, Sikong Map of the Tang Dynasty. When you climb high, you can only look north, and the chrysanthemums can help you see clearly. The first festival of separation and hatred comes, and I only rejoice in the sunshine when I live in poverty.
Good writing can be seen when it is good, but it will be useless to learn it. Don't lament that the mountains are blocking the way, why shouldn't we stop the troops?
Double Ninth Festival Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty The chrysanthemums are still blocking the rain, and the butterfly's intention is to reach people. You should also know that the twilight festival is better than cherishing the remaining spring.
Dwelling in the Double Ninth Festival in the Mountains by Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty I fled to Xiangguan, and the Eighth Double Ninth Festival was in the old mountains. The chrysanthemums on the fence are messy and rotten, and the children often have to climb up and down.
The year is three-quarters of the way through the calendar, and life is full of leisure with drunkenness. The autumn light in my eyes is still like a mirror, diligently illuminating my fading face.
Dwelling in the Mountains on the Double Ninth Festival, Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty. The poet has hated being poor since ancient times, and he feels the same when he comes to visit the Dusk Festival. Looking around.
. Its leaves are small at the top and big at the bottom, not very thick, slightly drooping, like a green boat. The flowers are medium in size. Although the center of the flower is inconspicuous among the petals, the petals are different. They are like a piece of silk. When the breeze picks up, the dragons and phoenixes dance, which is extremely free and easy; because the whole flower is half red and half yellow, it is like a rising sun radiating light and full of vitality. There are two pagoda-shaped flower stands in the middle of the beautiful chrysanthemum hall. ***There are three layers of chrysanthemums, and they are even more wonderful, with various shapes and forms, which are dizzying for people to see; some have petals that are as short as the top and as long as the bottom, like the "Thousand-Handed Guanyin" stretched out by countless little hands, and some of the "crab chrysanthemums" that open their teeth and claws like a crab. , and the small ball-like "Purple Hydrangea"... The most lovable one is "Shameful", with its slender petals hanging down together, really looking down like a little girl who has done something wrong. Some of the leaves of chrysanthemums are like golden "wheat waves", undulating with the wind; some are like sea anemone tentacles, curved; some are like cockscombs, uneven; some are like fountains, with umbrella-shaped corollas above their heads. How beautiful. ah! There are water droplets rolling on the leaves, really like small crystal clear pearls falling on the jasper plate, so beautiful! Chrysanthemums Gathering The clusters of chrysanthemums are colorful, including yellow chrysanthemums, black chrysanthemums, dragon claw chrysanthemums...with different postures and full of life. The charming petals shine beautifully in the sunlight; the chrysanthemums look like a group of chrysanthemums. A group of graceful fairies danced in the wind. Oh, the colorful chrysanthemums floated out wisps of fragrant fragrance from time to time; the flowers were like waves, the fragrance was like wind, the whole park became a world of flowers, an ocean of flowers. Various colors. Numerous chrysanthemums of various colors grow near the apple trees. Some are red like fire, some are yellow like gold, and some are white like snow. The blossoms are proud of the frost, competing to bloom in various shapes, which makes people dazzled and amazed. The leaves of these chrysanthemums are emerald green, and the flowers are very large. The petals are like gold and silver threads, some curl upwards, and some stretch sideways. Each has its own characteristics and is graceful. The flowers of the chrysanthemum are very beautiful.
3. Ancient poems about chrysanthemums during the Double Ninth Festival
1. White chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival
Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Full garden The chrysanthemums and tulips are golden, with a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost.
It’s like today’s singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.
Translation: The chrysanthemums in the yard are golden, and in the middle there is a cluster of white flowers that are as white as frost, so lonely. Just like today's banquet, the old man went into the place where the young man went.
2. Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days
Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of the river, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green vine.
It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.
But you will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and you don’t have to come to hate the sunset.
This has been the case throughout the ages. Why does Niushan need to be alone?
Translation:
The autumn shadows are reflected in the river. The wild geese have just flown south. I invite friends to bring wine bottles to the mountains to climb the green hills.
It is rare in this life to smile when you are troubled by the world. When the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, you should go home with your head full.
You should just drink to your heart's content to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival. There is no need to come with worries and lament the sunset.
Life is short and it has always been this way throughout the ages. Why do you need to cry like Qi Jinggong facing Niushan.
3. Reminiscing about Shandong brothers on September 9
Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Translation:
I am away from home alone as a guest in a foreign land. I miss my loved ones especially when the festival comes.
I think back to today when my brothers climbed high and looked far into the distance. Unfortunately, I was the only one missing with dogwood on their heads.
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Appreciation of the works of "Ode to White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival"
Bai Juyi's poem "Ode to White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival" is novel and unique, with simple words. Yifeng. The whole poem expresses the poet's youthful interest even though he is old. It is interesting to use flowers as a metaphor for people.
Titled "Ode to White Chrysanthemums", the poem begins by saying that the chrysanthemums in the garden are all golden. “The garden is full of chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost.
"This is a foil technique to make the white "solitary bush" in the next sentence more prominent, just like "a little red among the green bushes", the little red will be more conspicuous.
The contrast between "full", "depressed" and "solitary" makes the white chrysanthemum more eye-catching. The vivid metaphor of "color is like frost" depicts the bright and clear color of the white chrysanthemum.
What is even better is the last two sentences. : "It's still like today's singing and drinking banquet, where the young people of the Pulsatilla family gather. "The poet associates flowers with people and the scenes at the singing and drinking banquet. The metaphor is natural and appropriate. It seems that he can pick it up easily. In fact, it is because the poet observes life at all times, so he can quickly select materials from real life to make specific and vivid metaphors. .
This metaphor closely follows the meaning of the question, which is unexpected and reasonable. The conclusion of "Pulsatilla" is quite interesting. But being with the "young people", I don't feel lonely or old, and I am still full of youthful vitality.
4. A poem describing the happiness of people with golden lotus leaves,
"Connecting to the sky." The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red when reflecting the sun." The poems "come out of the mud but are not stained, wash the clear ripples without being demonic" have long been deeply imprinted in people's minds. Looking at the lake, there is not a single lotus. Like an extraordinary fairy, dancing gracefully against the background of lotus leaves and supported by the breeze. Some lotus flowers are fully bloomed and graceful; some are still in bud. Some have only two or three petals, which are charming and eye-catching... Thousands of lotus flowers, with thousands of bells and bells, embellish the sparkling lake surface even more dazzlingly.
Of course, red flowers are also needed. Lined with green leaves. The green lotus leaves are like dazzling emerald plates, holding up the ice-skinned lotus. The beauty of the lotus leaves lies in its refreshing dark green; The beauty lies in its subtle and almost unnoticeable fragrance; the beauty of the lotus leaf is even more beautiful in its dedication without regrets and conscientiousness. Just imagine, without the infinite green of the lotus leaf, where would the unique red of the lotus come from? ? As for the lotus leaves, I don’t like this lotus and hate the other. Their beauty can only be truly revealed when they are integrated into one. The lotus is charming and the leaves are elegant, which makes people feel so comfortable. Zizi
Jiangnan
You can pick lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, where are the lotus leaves?
Fish play among the lotus leaves, and fish play on the east side of the lotus leaves.
The fish plays with the lotus leaves in the west, the fish plays with the lotus leaves in the south, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves in the north.
Wang Changling of the Lotus Picking Song
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face.
You can't see it when you enter the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
Small Pond Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on its head.
At dawn, Yang Wanli is sent to the forest after leaving Jingci Temple.
After all, the scenery of West Lake is beautiful in June. Not the same as the four seasons.
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are uniquely red. p> The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city.
The autumn clouds are not scattered and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of rain.
Qi'an County. Occasionally titled Two Poems by Du Mu
On the bridge over the sunset stream, half a wisp of light smoke is reflected in the willow shadow.
How many green lotuses rely on each other and hate each other, looking back to the west wind for a while.
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Searching for the empty water relics in the lotus pond;
I have no choice but to fall asleep in autumn,
The fairy clothes are better than the snow, and my heart rises;
Why do I sigh that I have no chance? See,
The summer wind is ten miles away and the pool is green.
Broken lotus
The bleak autumn wind kills all the flowers
The dead branches and leaves sway with the waves
Temporarily thank you for the health-preserving power of lead flowers
Once a spring rain, the pond is full of green
Appreciating lotus
In the month after the rain in hot summer,
When spring returns, the flowers are lonely;
The pond is full Plain red and blue,
Jade beads fall in the wind
5. Who knows the poems describing chrysanthemums?
The 12 chrysanthemum poems in Dream of Red Mansions are absolutely exquisite.
Chrysanthemum Poems - Recalling the Chrysanthemums Looking at the west wind with sorrowful thoughts, when the polygonum is red and the reeds are white, when the heart is broken. There is no trace of the empty fence in the old garden in autumn. The thin moon and the clear frost make the dream clear.
My mind goes back to the wild goose, and I sit alone and listen to the evening anvil. Whoever takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease can express my condolences that I will meet again during the Double Ninth Festival.
---- Heng Wujun Chrysanthemum Poems -- Visiting Chrysanthemums Take advantage of the frost and clear weather to take a trip, and don't leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded. Who grows it under the moon before the frost? Where is the autumn outside the threshold and beside the fence? The wax clogs come from far away and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough.
If Huang Hua takes pity on the poet, he will not bear the burden of leaning on the head of his staff today. ----Yihong Gongzi's Chrysanthemum Poetry--Planting chrysanthemums. I brought my hoe to the autumn garden and planted it beside the fence in front of the garden.
It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost. Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold wine.
The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently. I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust. ----Yihong Gongzi's Chrysanthemum Poems--Dairy Chrysanthemums Moved from other nurseries are more precious than gold, one trace is light and the other is deep.
Ketou sat by the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance. There is no king in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows everything! Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but rather cherish every inch of sunshine.
----Old Friend of Zhenxia Chrysanthemum Poems--For Chrysanthemums It is a joy to play the piano and drink wine, and a few cases of Tingting decorate the quiet. Separately, the incense is spread out in three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent and brings new dreams, and the cold and setting sun reminds me of old travels. The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not flood the peaches and plums.
----Old Friend of Zhenxia Chrysanthemum Poetry--Yong Chrysanthemum The scoundrel poem demon invades at dusk, and the sound falls silent while walking around the fence and licking the stones. The fortune in every detail is written in the frost, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth is chanting to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment. Who can explain the autumn heart in a few words? Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day. ----Concubine Xiaoxiang Chrysanthemum Poems -- Painting Chrysanthemums The poem is full of drama, but I don't know how to be crazy. Is this a contest of painting and drawing? The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, or sticking to the screen to chat to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
---- Heng Wujun's Chrysanthemum Poetry -- Asking the Chrysanthemums I want to know about the autumn mood, but no one knows it, I mutter with my hands behind my back and knock on the east fence: Who can hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late to bloom? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? Can Honggui's cricket disease cause lovesickness? If you don't have anything to talk about in the world, why not talk about it for a while. ----Concubine Xiaoxiang Chrysanthemum Poetry--Hairpin Chrysanthemum The vase is used to plant fences every day. I am busy every day, but I never recognize the makeup in the mirror.
Mr. Chang'an is obsessed with flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard. The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost.
The high sentiments are not in the eyes of the time, so you can clap your hands and laugh at the roadside. ----The Chrysanthemum Poetry of Jiao Xia Ke -- Chrysanthemum Shadow The autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths.
The sparse windows and lamps depict the distance and the near, and the sieves of the fence are broken and the moon locks are exquisite. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty.
Don’t let the hidden fragrance fall apart if you treasure it. Who can recognize the hazy eyes when you are drunk? ----Old Friend of Zhenxia Chrysanthemum Poetry--Chrysanthemum Dream I had a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon were indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose, and when I wake up, I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who can I complain to when I wake up: The decaying grass and cold smoke have endless love! ----Concubine Xiaoxiang Chrysanthemum Poetry--Remnant Chrysanthemum The dew and frost are gradually pouring down, and the feast is just past the light snow.
The pedicle has a lingering fragrance and is golden, but the branches are not full and the leaves are green and draped. Half of the bed is filled with the sound of cicadas under the moonlight, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away.
We will meet again in the autumn next year, so don’t miss us if we break up for the time being! ----Putting off passengers.