These poems about cinnamon are necessary to enjoy the laurel in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Guizi falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky is floating outside." Sweet-scented osmanthus can be absolutely dusty, thick can be far overflowing, can be called unique. Especially in mid-autumn, when Cong Gui is in full bloom and the night is in full circle, it is refreshing to enjoy the wine and Chen Xiang to the nostrils. Among the ancient Chinese poems about flowers, the number of works about cinnamon is also considerable. Today, let's go with the editor to learn about these cinnamon poems.

Song Yang Wanli in Yong Gui

Not a human species, moved from the middle of the month.

Guang Han Xiang a little, blowing all over the mountain.

"Bird Song Jian" Tang Wang Wei

The Dale of Singing Birds Sweet laurel blooms fall unenjoyed; Vague hills dissolve into night void.

The moonrise startles birds to sing; Their twitter fills the dale with spring.

Tang Wang Jian in "watching the Moon on the 15th Night"

White tree Ravens in the atrium, cold dew silent wet osmanthus.

The moon is bright tonight. I don't know who I want to win in autumn.

"Gui" Song and Dai Fugu

Jinguyuan Lin knows several families and competes to plant peaches and plums for Chunhua.

No one is like natural craftsmanship, planting sweet-scented osmanthus in the middle of the bright moon.

"Dongcheng Gui" Tang Bai Juyi

The son falls originally from Tianzhu Temple, and the root plate is in Helu City today.

At that time, the wind should fall to the south and fall to the world for secondary life.

Yuan Ni Zan, "Osmanthus"

The sweet-scented osmanthus leaves the evening color, the curtain shadow is light in autumn.

The raging winds are still falling, and Feifei is still in the dark.

The jade rope is low and the moon is short, and the golden duck burns incense.

Suddenly thinking about my hometown, Ling ran returned to my dream.

The question of the Tang and Song dynasties in Lingyin Temple

Jiuling is depressed and lonely, and the Dragon Palace is locked in solitude.

The building looks at the sun of the sea, and the door faces the tide of Zhejiang.

Guizi falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky is floating outside.

Meng Luo Deng Pagoda is far away, and the wood is far away from the spring.

The frost is thinner than the flowers, and the ice leaves are not withered.

The age is still different, search for the right to clean up the hustle and bustle.

Wait to enter the rooftop road and see the Yu du Stone Bridge.

"encounter" Tang Zhang Jiuling

Zelan is luxuriant and fragrant in spring, and sweet-scented osmanthus is bright and fresh in autumn.

Lan Guixin is full of vitality, and the Spring and Autumn Festival is a good time of its own.

Who can understand the hermit in the mountain, smell the incense and give birth to the feeling of admiration.

The fragrance of flowers is originally a matter of nature, how to seek beauty to pick and become famous.

Song Liu Yong, "Wanghai Tide"

Southeast Xingsheng, Sanwu metropolis, Qiantang prosperous since ancient times, smoke and willow painting bridge, wind curtain Cui curtain, staggered 100,000 families. Clouds and trees surround the embankment and sand, angry waves roll frost and snow, and the natural graben is boundless. The city lists Zhuji, every household is full of Luoqi, and the competition is luxurious.

The heavy lake overlaps Qingjia. There are three autumn guizi and ten miles of lotus flowers. Qiang tube clear up, Ling song all night, play fishing old lotus baby. A thousand riders have high teeth. Take advantage of drunkenness to listen to Xiao and drum and enjoy the haze. The picture of different days will be good and go back to Fengchi to boast.