2. Poetry about Sapium sebiferum
Poems about Sapium sebiferum 1. Poems about palm trees
1, the leaves are as green as new pu and the body is like a mess.
From Ode to Palm Trees by Tang Dynasty poet Xu Zhongya.
Original poem
Ode to palm trees
The leaves are like new pu green, and the body is like brocade. Ren Jun peeled off his skin thousands of times, and his spirit was high.
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Leaves like new pu green, body like brocade. You can peel off brocade again and again without changing your ambition.
2. Sapium sebiferum trees are tall and palm trees are low, and empty ears peck yellow chickens.
It's from two quatrains in silence by Yao Xie, a poet in Qing Dynasty.
Original poem
The second quatrain in silence
Sapium sebiferum has a high palm tree and a low palm tree. Quite a guest has a dream of returning home, and he cries at the Western Wall every night.
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The tall palm trees of Sapium sebiferum are lower, and the empty steps are pecked by yellow chickens. Zhike has a dream of returning home, and Western Wall cries too slowly.
3, the wind destroys the cold brown sound, and the moon is sad and frosty.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Dugu"
Original poem
See you alone
Who is the white horse? Huanglong frontier fortress.
Three feet of snow in Tianshan Mountain, is it a long way?
Spring sticks to autumn grass, and chickens crow in the west pool.
The wind destroys the cold brown ring, and the moon is sad when it enters the frost.
Remember to say goodbye to you, peach moth.
The peach is more than a hundred feet today, and the flowers have withered.
Finally, I can't see it alone, but I know it with tears in my eyes.
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Who is the young man on the white horse? He is a soldier who has rendered meritorious service in guarding the city on the border of Longcheng. Tianshan Mountain is freezing now, and the snow is three feet thick. How is this time suitable for long-distance travel? The orchids in spring suddenly withered and turned into autumn grass, and the beauty in the boudoir has reached twilight. In this bleak and lonely late autumn, there is a creaking shuttle sound coming from the edge of Quchi.
It was the sound of the wind blowing the cold shuttle, and the moon was accompanied by clear frost, which showed the infinite sadness of women in the boudoir in late autumn. I still remember the year I left my husband, the peach tree planted in front of my door and her Qi Mei. Today, peach trees are 100 feet high. After decades of blooming and falling, many branches have withered. I will never see my husband back again, only sad tears will flow.
4. The smoky scenery is clear and dark brown.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Can's "Dengjiazhou Lingyun Temple"
Original poem
Climb the Lingyun Temple in Jiazhou
There are birds outside the temple, and Qingfeng wears a bamboo building.
Hit the wall into the air, and my head was tilted with joy.
Almost knowing that the universe is vast, look down at Sanjiang.
Looking at Emei in a clear sky, Wan Li seems to have risen to the top of the wave.
It's vast and smoky, dark and brown.
I hope to cut the middle edge of the area and stay away from the dust forever.
Return air blows a tiger's den, and rain makes a dragon.
The monk's room is cloudy, and the summer moon is cold.
When the circle is near Guo, you can watch the boat when you are lonely.
There is no clue to victory, but you can stay in the heavenly palace for a long time.
It's sad to want to leave.
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The courtyard is higher than the birds, and the top of the green wears the red building. Follow the cliff to mid-air, and climb up the mountain with joy in my heart. I just felt that the universe was suddenly enlightened and looked down at the surging water of the Three Rivers. Looking at the moth's eyebrows from a distance, it seems to be floating on that wave. The smoke covered the weather and the surrounding trees were lush.
I would like to break the fate of the world and wander out of the dust forever. The whirlwind passes through the tiger's den, and showers float down from time to time. The temples are gloomy and chilly in summer. Overlooking the nearby city, overlooking 32 fishing boats in the distance. It's hard to see the beautiful scenery in front of you, so stay on the Tiangong as long as possible. As an official, this is not enough. I still feel sad after resigning!
5, the medicine strips are moist green, and the color is too brown to enter the grass pavilion.
Four quatrains written by Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
Four quatrains, the fourth
The medicine strips are moist green and too brown to enter the grass pavilion.
The seedlings are full of shame, and the roots dare not form.
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The branches and leaves of herbs grow green, and the green overflows the brown pavilion and enters the grass pavilion. I am ashamed of the reputation of "Miao people are empty mountains", but I am afraid that their roots will not take shape in the dry soil.
2. Complete Poems about Maple I once read a poem about maple, but I only vaguely remember it.
I looked up many dictionaries of Song Ci published by Shanghai Dictionary Publishing House, but I couldn't find this poem.
On June 5438+1October 2003, in the first edition of China's Landscape and Pastoral Poems (Volumes I, II, III and IV) edited by Ding Chengquan, Hubei Education Publishing House, 1996 found three quatrains in Yang Wanli's Autumn Mountain on page 2 108. Among them, the poem you mentioned is: Wu butter has always been a dyer and mistakenly turned iron soap into scarlet.
Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and unbearable, covering up her drunkenness. The other two songs are: Lonely Man in Autumn Mountain, new at four o'clock.
The west wind has an easterly hand, and the persimmon Ye Feng forest in spring is different. Wu Ye Xinhuang persimmon has red leaves, black mortar and Feng Dan.
Just say that the mountains are bleak in autumn, and the West Lake is embroidered with three or four peaks. The above answers are for your reference. I think your mistake of "Xiaofeng stole wine last night" is not bad.
Here, I would like to solemnly thank Night in Milan and thank you for correcting a question about Tagore's poetry. Thank you.
3. Luhuadang Poetry
White-headed green gauze tent
Ink on the horizon of northern rock
The wind and dance make waves.
In Qiu Ren, the sun sets and the leaves are silent.
Autumn sorrow is infinite, and geese leave people.
Winter is coming, and sometimes it snows in the morning.
Spring awakens the catkins of birch trees.
Clouds lie hidden in a thousand hills under the clouds.
Sparse butterflies are tired and confused,
Mo Lengzheng's old dream remains the same.
Poetry and painting Yang Guanxu,
Ruyan Liu, the ink storage office.
Jiangcun is that thing.
Sikongshu
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.
Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
In Song and Zhou Dynasties, the teacher became a hooligan in Bai Yue, Huang Wei, and Ye was pitiful.
In the Song Dynasty, Zhang forgot to spend the night in Luhua, and got up and mistakenly thought it was snowy.
In the Song Dynasty, Yang Huizhi dyed maple leaves with new frost, and the bright moon waxed reed flowers.
There is a saying that in the Song Dynasty, there was a lot of make-up, the jade tiles were smooth, and the reeds brushed lightly.
In the Song Dynasty, outside Zhao Nanxuan's door, the wind and bamboo were calm for a while, and reeds swayed with the sound of OARS.
Bai Niao pulled the curtain and went outside. The wind was calm and the boat stopped.
West-Zheng Xiang, Guo Song is a famous monastery, and there are 89 temples in the west.
Fish has nowhere to sell, and wine is sold as reed flowers.
The six characters in the mountain road are sent to Taoist Cui. In the Song Dynasty, the warm clouds are in danger, and the sun sinks and the boat is moored to the flat sand.
Alas, when I went home, the smoke in the kitchen rose from a distance.
Fisherman Song Zhu Where is the fisherman's home in Ji Fang? He used to stay in Lu Hua for a long time.
Last night, it was snowing in Jiangcun, and 100 yuan bought hemp fiber.
I didn't know that Zhao Fanfeng was red and white until I was sent there, and the ship was moored at night.
An old friend dreams all his life, and the drizzle says acacia.
The poem of Eight Scenes of Wild Goose Scenery in Pingsha, Xiaoxiang, calls for lovers to go to the cold pavilion and compete for lodging in the reed calyx.
At midnight, the fisherman got up and flew down.
At the time of inscription, there were ten hidden tree paintings in Baijiang Village, King Song, which were sent to Zheng Hong from afar.
The sky is blue, who will continue the wind?
Liu's photos of dead trees and fishing villages in Dongpo. Song and sun should be in the sunset, the geese shadow the river, and the moon is drunk.
Beg me to smoke a leaf and accompany you to the side of Mount Cisse.
There are new geese in Lu Hua, Song Boren. They are surrounded by water.
Pure non-human, my poem is incomplete.
The Beauty of Harmony: Four lonely Hezhou Nights by Sima Guang in Hezhou Song Dynasty, with reed flowers around the city.
Lonely guests have not slept for a long time, and the window lights are cold.
Song Shi Zuqin's melancholy autumn atmosphere, while Qiu Guang is indifferent.
Egrets fly into the distant sky, like the bright moon and reeds.
Song Hongzi is caught in a thousand poles, and the rain is red and the frost is purple.
Silent and distant sails came, flapping the clear seagulls.
Wendy, Song and Dong are four tall, the four seas are shallow, and the lonely city is deeper.
Who plays the flute on the boat and blows it into the reed forest?
Ten wild steps, a few residual willows in the song dynasty, and two rock reeds in the west wind.
The weeds are far away, and the sunset brings the cattle back to the crow.
On the river, I saw several fishing boats embarrassed by public servants. Yuan Hongdao's fishing rod was frosted at dawn and his clothes were thin.
An acre of land that was not registered as an official was also sent by the official.
Fisherman Qing Nalan Xingde collects nylon rods, and autumn wind is better than lotus.
People are foggy and blown into reeds.
Poems about Sapium sebiferum 1. Poems about palm trees
1, the leaves are as green as new pu and the body is like a mess.
From Ode to Palm Trees by Tang Dynasty poet Xu Zhongya.
Original poem
Ode to palm trees
The leaves are like new pu green, and the body is like brocade. Ren Jun peeled off his skin thousands of times, and his spirit was high.
translate
Leaves like new pu green, body like brocade. You can peel off brocade again and again without changing your ambition.
2. Sapium sebiferum trees are tall and palm trees are low, and empty ears peck yellow chickens.
It's from two quatrains in silence by Yao Xie, a poet in Qing Dynasty.
Original poem
The second quatrain in silence
Sapium sebiferum has a high palm tree and a low palm tree. Quite a guest has a dream of returning home, and he cries at the Western Wall every night.
translate
The tall palm trees of Sapium sebiferum are lower, and the empty steps are pecked by yellow chickens. Zhike has a dream of returning home, and Western Wall cries too slowly.
3, the wind destroys the cold brown sound, and the moon is sad and frosty.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Dugu"
Original poem
See you alone
Who is the white horse? Huanglong frontier fortress.
Three feet of snow in Tianshan Mountain, is it a long way?
Spring sticks to autumn grass, and chickens crow in the west pool.
The wind destroys the cold brown ring, and the moon is sad when it enters the frost.
Remember to say goodbye to you, peach moth.
The peach is more than a hundred feet today, and the flowers have withered.
Finally, I can't see it alone, but I know it with tears in my eyes.
translate
Who is the young man on the white horse? He is a soldier who has rendered meritorious service in guarding the city on the border of Longcheng. Tianshan Mountain is freezing now, and the snow is three feet thick. How is this time suitable for long-distance travel? The orchids in spring suddenly withered and turned into autumn grass, and the beauty in the boudoir has reached twilight. In this bleak and lonely late autumn, there is a creaking shuttle sound coming from the edge of Quchi.
It was the sound of the wind blowing the cold shuttle, and the moon was accompanied by clear frost, which showed the infinite sadness of women in the boudoir in late autumn. I still remember the year I left my husband, the peach tree planted in front of my door and her Qi Mei. Today, peach trees are 100 feet high. After decades of blooming and falling, many branches have withered. I will never see my husband back again, only sad tears will flow.
4. The smoky scenery is clear and dark brown.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Can's "Dengjiazhou Lingyun Temple"
Original poem
Climb the Lingyun Temple in Jiazhou
There are birds outside the temple, and Qingfeng wears a bamboo building.
Hit the wall into the air, and my head was tilted with joy.
Almost knowing that the universe is vast, look down at Sanjiang.
Looking at Emei in a clear sky, Wan Li seems to have risen to the top of the wave.
It's vast and smoky, dark and brown.
I hope to cut the middle edge of the area and stay away from the dust forever.
Return air blows a tiger's den, and rain makes a dragon.
The monk's room is cloudy, and the summer moon is cold.
When the circle is near Guo, you can watch the boat when you are lonely.
There is no clue to victory, but you can stay in the heavenly palace for a long time.
It's sad to want to leave.
translate
The courtyard is higher than the birds, and the top of the green wears the red building. Follow the cliff to mid-air, and climb up the mountain with joy in my heart. I just felt that the universe was suddenly enlightened and looked down at the surging water of the Three Rivers. Looking at the moth's eyebrows from a distance, it seems to be floating on that wave. The smoke covered the weather and the surrounding trees were lush.
I would like to break the fate of the world and wander out of the dust forever. The whirlwind passes through the tiger's den, and showers float down from time to time. The temples are gloomy and chilly in summer. Overlooking the nearby city, overlooking 32 fishing boats in the distance. It's hard to see the beautiful scenery in front of you, so stay on the Tiangong as long as possible. As an official, this is not enough. I still feel sad after resigning!
5, the medicine strips are moist green, and the color is too brown to enter the grass pavilion.
Four quatrains written by Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
Four quatrains, the fourth
The medicine strips are moist green and too brown to enter the grass pavilion.
The seedlings are full of shame, and the roots dare not form.
translate
The branches and leaves of herbs grow green, and the green overflows the brown pavilion and enters the grass pavilion. I am ashamed of the reputation of "Miao people are empty mountains", but I am afraid that their roots will not take shape in the dry soil.
2. Complete Poems about Maple I once read a poem about maple, but I only vaguely remember it.
I looked up many dictionaries of Song Ci published by Shanghai Dictionary Publishing House, but I couldn't find this poem.
On June 5438+1October 2003, in the first edition of China's Landscape and Pastoral Poems (Volumes I, II, III and IV) edited by Ding Chengquan, Hubei Education Publishing House, 1996 found three quatrains in Yang Wanli's Autumn Mountain on page 2 108. Among them, the poem you mentioned is: Wu butter has always been a dyer and mistakenly turned iron soap into scarlet.
Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and unbearable, covering up her drunkenness. The other two songs are: Lonely Man in Autumn Mountain, new at four o'clock.
The west wind has an easterly hand, and the persimmon Ye Feng forest in spring is different. Wu Ye Xinhuang persimmon has red leaves, black mortar and Feng Dan.
Just say that the mountains are bleak in autumn, and the West Lake is embroidered with three or four peaks. The above answers are for your reference. I think your mistake of "Xiaofeng stole wine last night" is not bad.
Here, I would like to solemnly thank Night in Milan and thank you for correcting a question about Tagore's poetry. Thank you.
3. Poems about plows
1. A bed of mandarin ducks is made into two nights, and pear trees overwhelm Haitang. (Su Dongpo)
2. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can)
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. (Bai Juyi)
4. Pears are pale, willows are dark green, and willows are full of flowers. (Su Dongpo)
5. Tea weaving ridges boast persimmons, and clear gas sells wine and pear blossoms. (Li Shangyin)
6. Make a pile of snow with pear blossoms. Who will lean on the railing next year? (Du Mu)
7. The screen window is fading, and there is no tears in the golden house. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. (Liu) According to
Although Laoshan was closed, it spent the spring in Chang 'an. I wonder who this beautiful night belongs to. (Anonymous Miscellaneous Poems)
9. Initiate lips, golden wind and laurel seeds, and call residual dreams, light rain and pear blossoms. (Jade Butterfly)
10. Songbian Road, Songling, Yuehanhu Village. Dimly discernible pear blossoms enter the dream cloud. Patrol, small eaves incense tree spring. Jiang Meixin, kingfishers crow. (Yuan Zhen Wu Shi [Lu Nan] Jin Zijing)
The above is for reference.
4. Composition of Sapium sebiferum in winter
Sometimes I think, if I can choose, I want to be a tree.
Some people's preferences, even I can't tell the reason, just like I love trees and flowers more than animals. I'd like to tell you why, but I think plants are more beautiful than animals and can arouse people's meditation.
Stationary trees can't run or migrate like birds and animals, but they have inherent vitality, growing bit by bit with the annual rings, even for thousands of years. The animal kingdom, like Darwin's theory of evolution, is a predatory world. Different from plants, everything comes from natural gifts, such as sunshine, rain, soil and wind. It does not need to compete for plunder, and it does not compete with the world.
All year round, I like trees in late autumn and winter best. Tagore said that summer flowers are gorgeous and autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, and Du Mu said that "frost leaves are redder than February flowers". In Du Mu's eyes, autumn leaves are better than spring and summer flowers. Among the poets of past dynasties, Du Mu probably knows the beauty of trees in autumn and winter best.
However, I prefer the little-known Chinese tallow to his beloved red maple. My love for Chinese tallow was once due to the hazy spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Sitting by the window, I accidentally saw one Chinese tallow tree after another, hidden among the small willow branches on the other side, like a picture scroll with clear smoke and light, slowly unfolding before my eyes.
Once, autumn was getting stronger and stronger. In front of the book stand by the lake, I saw the Chinese tallow tree by the water, red, yellow and red, golden. Under the sunlight, the tree is as red as vermilion and flies in the air like a dazzling flame. Come to think of it carefully, there are few black flowers and trees, and even fewer plants named after black.
According to Compendium of Materia Medica, tallow is called tallow because crows like to eat its seeds. The mortar is named after its old wood roots are black and rotten, and it is said that there are many tallow trees in the south. Indeed, as early as in the rural areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, tallow was extremely common.
I remember one year, Tomb-Sweeping Day went to visit the grave with his father. Pointing to two lonely trees in the mountains, he said, "This is a hippopotamus chef (homophonic dialect), a geomantic tree." I looked in the direction of his finger, and the bare, chilly trunk looked like vigorous weeds, and it looked like Gong Sundaniang's volley sword dancing under Du Shi's pen, round and round.
He also said that in ancient times, Mr. Feng Shui looked at the trees in the village and knew whether there could be great people here. At that time, I have nothing to say. People in a village and trees in a village have the same fate, which is a bit puzzling.
Catalpa, or tallow, is no wonder that in winter, groups of western Western jackdaw often inhabit the branches of tallow. But the children were afraid to go near it because their families warned them not to touch the tree, saying it would be very spicy. When I grow up, I know that there is a caterpillar on the tree, so it is also called the pepper tree (local homonym).
There are crows, which are regarded as ominous by villagers, and children stay away from this tree. Tracing back to the history of Sapium sebiferum, Qi's Yao Min Shu recorded Sapium sebiferum for the first time, with a history of 1400 years.
Before the Tang and Song Dynasties, Sapium sebiferum was only found in a few scattered ancient poems. Song people probably knew the beauty of Sapium sebiferum best, and it often appeared in the poems and writings of people at that time.
In Lu Fangweng's eyes, "Sapium sebiferum maple red, full of garden in mid-February"; Lin Hejing saw that "the peak of the towel is ebony, and the frost has turned red first"; Xin Qiji is "planting Chinese tallow tree in front of the door, and now thousands of feet is gray". At the same time, Sapium sebiferum has also become a feature of the painter's works. The Palace Museum has the Song Dynasty's anonymous Ujuetu Frost Mountain Bird Map. These two ancient paintings show the most beautiful season of Sapium sebiferum: one is the red leaves after the frost in late autumn, and the other is the autumn leaves that have disappeared in winter.
Aside from the folk prejudice against crows, crows were actually regarded as divine birds as early as the Zhou Dynasty, and there was a legend that "crows give good news and Zhou Xing begins". From the Confucian point of view, crows also have the moral character of "loyalty and filial piety"; Nowadays, scientific research also proves that crows may be the animals with the highest IQ except humans. Wen Qin and western Western jackdaw both like to live on the Chinese tallow tree, because it is beautiful and practical. My father said that when I was a child, every household used soap and lamp oil made of Chinese tallow, and the villagers respected it.
However, in today's rural areas, where people love modernization more and more, people don't need to rely on Chinese tallow tree to get daily necessities, and the love between people and trees is gradually drifting away. Even those western Western jackdaw have disappeared and rarely come to live. It seems a little lonely in the wilderness.