Poems about flowers and numbers

1. A poem about numbers and flowers. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but it has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower

Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red.

A plum in the bamboo, the rain quietly washes Juanjuan. It is suspected that beauty comes at dusk and is graceful before the wind.

2. Poetry of Numbers and Flowers Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion

Men should study.

Liu Yong's Looking at the Tide

Thick lakes are piled with beautiful scenery, including Sanqiu cinnamon and Shili Lotus.

Xu Zaisi's "Double Water to Tune Fairy Night Rain"

A phoenix tree sounds like autumn, and a small banana sounds like sadness, dreaming the night after.

I left a snuff, but I didn't receive the chess. I sighed at Xinfeng's solitary pavilion.

After ten years on the pillow, the worries of the parents in Jiangnan welled up in my mind.

Zhuo Wenjun

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.

The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry!

A mystery, a mystery. All kinds of helplessness, strange lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.

Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July and a half, burning incense and holding candles to ask heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;

After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.

I hope that in the next life, you are a woman and I am a man.

Lu you

There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.

Ji Xiaolan's ode to snow

One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight.

Nine pieces and ten pieces fly, but no reed flowers are seen.

Zheng Banqiao's Ode to Bamboo

One, two, three bamboo poles, four, five, six bamboo leaves.

Naturally light and sparse, why overlap?

Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.

Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.

Yuan Dynasty's Anonymous Preface of Wild Goose Falling with Victory

Year after year, day by day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges the next. Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. We lie on the sofa and dream all our lives. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while.

Song. Huang tingjian

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

Spring water is divided into three parts, dust into two parts, and running water into two parts.

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?

3. Poems with flowers: Yan Zhenqing's "Encouraging Learning" lights up at midnight, just when men are reading. Liu Yong's "Looking at the Tide of the Sea" is full of beautiful scenery of the lake, including Sanqiu cinnamon and Shili Lotus. Xu Zaisi's "The Night Rain Divides the Narcissus", the phoenix tree falls, the small plantain is sad, and the snuff falls in the middle of the night, and the chess is not collected. Wondering, puzzling, all kinds of helplessness, blaming lang. A thousand words can't be finished. I'm bored to death. Nine times I climbed to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in August was crowded with people. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask for heaven, and it is cloudy in June, and everyone shakes their hearts. Pomegranates are like fire in May, and occasionally there is cold rain to water the flowers. April loquat is not yellow, I am in the mirror. In February, the kite string was broken. I can't wait for my next life. You are a woman and I am a man. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three. There are 234 songs, 56 songs and 78 songs written by Ji Xiaolan. Nine dollars and ten dollars flew, flew into the reed flowers, and all disappeared. Zheng Banqiao's "singing bamboo" has one or two or three bamboo poles, four or five or six bamboo leaves. It is natural and light. It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set. The anonymous Yuan Song "Wild Goose with Victory Order" urges generation after generation, day after day, autumn after autumn. Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. We lie on the sofa and have a dream all our lives. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while. Song. Huang Tingjian, Tao Li, Feng Chun.

4. Hua Xinfeng called numerals, flowers-chanting poems and famous sentences "Hua Xinfeng".

The wind that comes with the flowering period. Festival terminology in China.

Cheng Dachang, a politician and scholar in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote Volume 1: "Flowers bloom in March, and the wind becomes famous, Hua Xinfeng." In the Southern Dynasties, Zong Yi wrote "The Old Story of Jingchu": Plum blossoms begin and Melia azedarach flowers end, and they return to Hua Xinfeng every twenty-four times.

According to the solar terms of the lunar calendar, from slight cold to Grain Rain, * * * eight qi, one hundred and twenty days. Breathing once every fifteen days is divided into three periods, breathing * * * 24 eight times every five days, and each period should be a flower letter.

The order is: slight cold: plum blossom, camellia, narcissus; Great cold: Daphne odora, orchid and alum in Phnom Penh; Beginning of spring: Spring Festival, cherry blossoms, spring; Rain: first-class cauliflower, second-class apricot flower, third-class plum flower; Surprise: waiting for peach blossoms, waiting for Tang Di, waiting for roses; Vernal equinox: first-class begonia, second-class pear, third-class magnolia; Qingming: waiting for tung flowers, wheat flowers and neem flowers. Second, there is another one.

5. Poems about numbers: Old friends leave the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

Romantic figures through the ages, how many heroes at one time. -Wan Yan's "Baling Bridge of Xiangyang Ancient Road in the DPRK"

Concentrate on reading, I know that spring has passed, and every inch of time is as precious as an inch of gold. -Wang Zhenbai's "Two White Deer Cave Poems, the First Part"

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. -Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"

Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. -Su Shi's Dingfengbo March 7th

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. -Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong writes Huai"

The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"

It's a big dream in the world, how many times is it cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. -Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream on earth.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand. -Liu Yuxi's "Langtaosha Jiuqu Yellow River Wan Li Sand"

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. -Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. -Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge

6. Poetry 1 is related to numbers. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.

2, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky.

3, poor September third night, dew like a pearl like a bow.

The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his heart to two generations.

5. On the 19th, the sun and the moon are eight points round, seven talented people are six epilepsy, five more drums, four chickens and three songs, and they sleep with each other in February.

6. Yellow cranes no longer come and white clouds no longer fly.

7, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable.

8. Feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel.

9. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

10, but if you walk up a flight of stairs, you can broaden your view of 300 miles.

1 1, there are no birds in the hundred mountains and no footprints in the thousand paths.

12, thousands of words can't be written, which is annoying.

13, the nine-ring chain has been interrupted, and Shili Pavilion is eager to wear!

14. There are many restaurants near Wan Li Bridge. Who do tourists like to stay in?

15, the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

16, the cost of pure wine, a gold cup, 10,000 copper, a hip flask, and a tracts of delicious food need 1 million coins.

17, eight thousand miles of clouds and months, don't wait, the boy's head is empty.

18, the lake here in August, and heaven is an air.

19, one to two or three miles, four or five smoke villages, six or seven trees in front of the door, eighty or ninety flowers.

20, the lyre is unintentional, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.

2 1, sounds from all directions, thousands of miles of smoke and sunset are isolated.

22, Joe Er Qiao, three inches golden lotus four inches waist. Paint it with 567 powder to make it look charming.

23, April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, my heart is chaotic.

24. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.

25. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

26. Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into lovely branches.

27. A hundred feet of gossamer raced around the tree, and a group of beautiful birds sang flowers.

28. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

29, stop and sit in the love maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February.

30, a mystery. Despair, strange lang.

3 1, if she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces fade into something.

32. The divided three countries are bound by his greatness, and the Eight Faces Castle is built on his reputation.

33. Wuling Mountain makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.