What are the latest poems about chrysanthemums?

Poetry began in the pre-Qin Dynasty and flourished in the Tang and Song dynasties, during which many famous poets emerged. in their widely circulated poems, chrysanthemum is one of the top ten famous flowers in China, and one of the four gentlemen in flowers (plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum). Do you know any poems about chrysanthemums? Let's follow the editor to have a look.

Chrysanthemum

Ming Shen Zhou

Autumn hedgerow root begins to see flowers, but from indifference to prosperity.

Xifeng door path contains fragrance, except for the Tao family to my house.

Yong Ju

Song Yang Wanli

The physical nature has always been in its own family, who is greedy for cold, thin and tired of life?

Chrysanthemum white chooses the country of wind and frost, not chrysanthemum outside spring.

"Chrysanthemum"

Ming Tang Yin

The three paths of the hometown spit out secluded bushes, and Xuanshuang fell into the blue sky overnight.

How many Tianya did not return to the guests, to borrow the hedge to see the autumn wind.

"Remembrance of Ju"

Qing Cao Xueqin

Looking at the west wind and thinking, when the Polygonum red Reed is white and heartbroken.

Empty hedgerow old garden autumn without trace, thin moon clear frost dream know.

The mind goes with the wild goose, and few sit and listen to the night anvil.

Who pity me for yellow flower disease, comfort Chongyang will have a good time.

"visiting Ju"

Qing Cao Xueqin

Take advantage of the frost to try to swim, do not flood the wine cup medicine.

Who planted it before the frost? Where is the edge of the fence outside the threshold?

The wax clogs are in love from afar, but the cold chanting is not enjoyable.

If Huang Hua feels sorry for the poets, he will bear the burden of leaning on the head of a stick.

"planting chrysanthemums"

Qing Cao Xueqin

The autumn garden was moved with a hoe, and the hedgerows were planted in front of the court.

I didn't expect to live through the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.

Cold chanting autumn poems, drunken cold fragrant wine.

Spring mud seal and cherish frequently, in order to know the diameter of the well to avoid dust.

"to the chrysanthemum"

Qing Cao Xueqin

Other gardens are more expensive than gold, a light clump and a deep clump.

The head of the branch on the bank of Xiao Shuhei sat, cuddling on his knees in the cold incense.

Several clouds are even more proud of the world, it seems that only my bosom friend!

Autumn light flies away from disappointment, relative to the original should cherish Cunyin.

"supplying chrysanthemum"

Qing Cao Xueqin

Playing the piano and drinking wine, several cases of Tingting embellished you.

The sitting incense is divided into three paths, and the person who throws the book to the autumn.

The frost clears the paper account to the new dream, the garden cold setting sun recalls the old travel.

Proud of the world also because of the same smell, the spring breeze is not flooded.

Yong Ju

Qing Cao Xueqin

Rogue poetry demons dim dawn invasion, around the hedgerow stone self-sinking sound.

Miao Yun Xiu Linshuang wrote, quarrelling with incense to sing to the moon.

Full of self-pity questions and grievances, who explains Qiu Xin?

After Tao Ling Pingzhang, Gao Feng talked about it through the ages.

Painting Chrysanthemum

Qing Cao Xueqin

Poetry and drama pen do not know crazy, is it a contest between red and green money?

Poly leaves spill thousands of ink, save flowers to dye a few traces of frost.

Light and thick spirit will meet the front shadow of the wind, jumping away from autumn to give birth to the fragrance at the bottom of the wrist.

Don't recognize the east hedge and clean it up, stick to the screen and chat to comfort Chongyang.

"Wanju"

Qing Cao Xueqin

If you want to hear the autumn love, you don't know, murmur and knock on the east hedge.

Gubiao is proud of the world and who is hidden? Is it too late to blossom?

"hairpin chrysanthemum"

Qing Cao Xueqin

Bottle for hedge planting day after day, fold to recognize the makeup in the mirror.

Mr. Pengze is an alcoholic because of his addiction to flowers in Chang'an.

Short temples cold with three path dew, kudzu fragrance dyed with nine autumn frost.

He clapped his hands and laughed by the side of the road when he was out of fashion.

"Ju Ying"

Qing Cao Xueqin

The autumn light overlaps with each other, and the latent degree sneaks in the three paths.

The window separates the light to trace the distance, the hedge screen breaks the moon lock exquisite.

The soul of Hanfang should be there, and the dream of frost is empty.

Cherish the dark incense, do not step on the broken, who is drunk to recognize the hazy?

Chrysanthemum Dream

Qing Cao Xueqin

The autumn by the hedge is clear, and the moon is not clear with the clouds.

Dengxian Fei Mu Zhuang gave birth to butterflies, reminiscences of the past, but also looking for Tao Ling League.

Sleep according to Yiyi with the geese off, startled back to the old annoyed song.

Who do you complain to when you wake up? There is no limit to the love of bad grass and cold smoke!

"residual chrysanthemum"

Qing Cao Xueqin

The dew condensation frost is getting worse and worse, and the feast is just past the light snow.

The pedicel has the remaining fragrance gold indifferent, the branch has no whole leaf emerald to leave the cloak.

"White Chrysanthemum on the double Ninth Festival"

Tang Bai Juyi

The garden is full of chrysanthemum with golden color, and there are isolated clusters of colors like frost.

It is also like today's song banquet, the youth field of Baitou Weng.

"playing white chrysanthemum with Linghu Xianggong"

Tang Liu Yuxi

Every chrysanthemum is yellow, and Liangyuan is as alone as frost.

Yingjing Zhenqi tree is clear to the jade hall.

Fairies wear snow, but plain women don't dress in red.

Pink butterflies are hard to see, but sackcloth smells better.

Shake the feather fan to the wind, containing dew drops.

Gao Yan covers the silver well, and the branches cover the bed.

Gui Cong is ashamed to be concurrent, and Mei Rui is jealous of Xianfang.

One person Yao Hua Yong, from then on the music.

Chrysanthemum

Song Ouyang Xiu

The sun is inclined to sit on the side of the fence, and the golden rui will flow into the clouds.

If you want to know, the old medicine begins to blossom when the grass is destroyed.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Moon

Tang Su Shi

The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver Han turns to the jade plate silently.

The night of this life is not long, where will the bright moon look next year?

"Chrysanthemum"

Tang Yuanzhen

Chrysanthemums Around the cottage like Tao's autumn flowers grow; Along the hedge I stroll until the sun slants low.

Not that I favor partially the chrysanthemum, But it is the last flower after which none will bloom.

Painting Chrysanthemum

Zheng Sixiao in the Southern Song Dynasty

The flowers are not in bloom, and the hedgerows are not poor.

I would rather die of incense on the branches than blow down in the north wind!

"drunken flowers, misty clouds and sorrowful days."

Song Li Qingzhao

Misty clouds worry about the eternal day, auspicious brain vanishes the golden beast.

Double Ninth Festival, jade pillow gauze kitchen, cool in the middle of the night.

Donglei wine has dark fragrance sleeves after dusk.

Mo Tao is not glamorous, the curtain rolls the west wind, the person is thinner than the yellow flower.

"second in the Book of Master Guo"

Tang Tao Yuanming

Heze Wednesday Spring, Qingliang Su Autumn Festival.

Lu Ning has no travel atmosphere, and the sky is high and clear.

Lingcen towering Yifeng, looking at the distance are amazing.

Fangju open Lin Yao, green pine crown rock series.

With this Zhen Xiuzi, Zhuo is the outstanding man under the frost.

Jieyuan read the secluded man, Fuer formula for thousands of years.

If you don't get an exhibition, you get tired of having a good month.

"passing through the Old Man's Village"

Tang Tao Yuanming

Visiting an Old Friend's Cottage My friend's prepared chicken and rice; I'm invited to his cottage hall.

Green trees surround the village nice; Blue hills slant beyond city wall.

Windows open to field and ground; O'er wine we talk of crops of grain.

On Double Ninth Day I'll come round For the chrysanthemum again.