Blue poem

1. There are 20 poems with the same rhyme as the newly planted bamboo by Secretary Lan Lan.

-Bai Juyi

Zhu Xiang was planted for the first time, and Lu Sheng came to study it.

First frost is hard for a long time, but its roots are hard to show.

Equal build by laying bricks or stones, density should be full of columns.

Buy a meager salary and call it an idle official.

Julia is broken, and the stems are full of jade.

A few voiceless sounds, a bunch of green tanluan.

Before the blue sky enters at night, the autumn dew group comes first.

Shake your shoulders and shake the jade, and the iron hand makes a big fuss.

Rhyme blows the window, and the shadow spreads the moon.

On a hot day, I feel cold when I smell it, and I feel suspicious when I look closely.

The tip is more flapping than the fan, and the low branch is easy to hang the crown.

Blue cage smoke power, beads sprinkle rain Shanshan.

In the evening, the clouds cleared and the buds stung.

I love drawing horses, but I regret not cutting the fishing rod.

Song rhyming sounds annoying, but Yao Tao is not enough.

Liang is ashamed to be the master of apricot, and Taiwan is inferior to this.

[The ancient poem goes: "Lu Zhixing is a beam." Also, the secretary's office is Lantai. ]

Support poets and attract drinkers.

Even the reeds are slippery, and the kudzu vine is cold.

It is necessary to cool off the summer heat and protect the old cold.

Nothing is more like summer than grass and trees.

Eleven bamboo poems

Tao Chen

Dongxi Jasper Jun never tires, and Tiantan Shuangfeng sometimes smells it.

A peak is like a fairy, and a green section leans against a crimson cloud.

Ten thousand branches learn xiaoxiang morning dew, and the solitary pavilion is cool with white stone.

Who knows that the dragon doesn't rain, and the spring thunder lashes into the ground.

Roaring into a new place, ten thousand bars lock the dragon like an urn.

Scared nest jade is nowhere to be found, leisurely leaning on the cloud root to engrave its name.

Green broom thinks of ancestors, while green broom remembers Cai Yong more.

After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.

Blending with jade, I went fishing in Rocky Mountain and took off her Xiayi again and again.

Shan Tong mud begging for green horses, riding a spring stopper hand fly.

History will surely be engraved with the village of Yangshan, which is full of dancing and drunkenness.

Keep ten thousand stems will sweep off, don't teach any birds to disturb the cloud gate.

A mica flower seems to seal Hou's home.

Who knows that 90% of men and women, Zi Jordan's well is on a deep cliff.

Swallows are young and fragrant with purple rice, and wild streams are ashamed of the east wall.

Children don't bend into bamboo shoots, but cage the phoenix from high.

One section calls for the dragon to fall into Wan Li, and a few stems hang down into the sea and worry about six aojiang.

To plant in front of the waterfall peak, the clouds have dried up.

Who can talk all over the mountains and find the spring spectrum to recognize Chanjuan?

I want to be a little green men, Jian Yao, and I want to write about a turtle and a fish going to heaven.

Xuanpu closed the jade bush in thousands of spring, showing the ancestor Yun Lan empty.

Don't worry about Dao Jiang. Today, Nanke is in the national wind.

Miss old friends from north and south.

yellow peach

Last night, the autumn wind fell on the lotus, and a piece of it was centrifuged outside the area.

The waves in the South China Sea are so high that all the books fall into the water, while the cities in the north are broken and all the passengers fall.

The jade window picks the phoenix, the beauty is old, and the jasmine tree is dead.

On the ridge, smoke lingers at the beginning of the month, and when the soul dreams, there is nothing.

I only found these three songs, I hope it will help you!

2. Blue Poems: Secretary Xia Lu's Twenty Rhymes of Planting Bamboo in Rixin —— Bai Juyi planted bamboo at the beginning, and Lu Sheng came to learn.

First frost is hard for a long time, but its roots are hard to show. Equal build by laying bricks or stones, density should be full of columns.

Buy a meager salary and call it an idle official. Julia is broken, and the stems are full of jade.

A few voiceless sounds, a bunch of green tanluan. Before the blue sky enters at night, the autumn dew group comes first.

Shake your shoulders and shake the jade, and the iron hand makes a big fuss. Rhyme blows the window, and the shadow spreads the moon.

On a hot day, I feel cold when I smell it, and I feel suspicious when I look closely. The tip is more flapping than the fan, and the low branch is easy to hang the crown.

Blue cage smoke power, beads sprinkle rain Shanshan. In the evening, the clouds cleared and the buds stung.

I love drawing horses, but I regret not cutting the fishing rod. Song rhyming sounds annoying, but Yao Tao is not enough.

Liang is ashamed to be the master of apricot, and Taiwan is inferior to this. [The ancient poem goes: "Lu Zhixing is a beam."

Also, the secretary's office is Lantai. ] Support poets and attract drinkers.

Even the reeds are slippery, and the kudzu vine is cold. It is necessary to cool off the summer heat and protect the old cold.

Nothing is more like summer than grass and trees. Eleven bamboos-Chen Tao never tires of the green jade gentleman in Dongxi, and the double phoenix in the Temple of Heaven is sometimes heard.

A peak is like a fairy, and a green section leans against a crimson cloud. Ten thousand branches learn xiaoxiang morning dew, and the solitary pavilion is cool with white stone.

Who knows that the dragon doesn't rain, and the spring thunder lashes into the ground. Roaring into a new place, ten thousand bars lock the dragon like an urn.

Scared nest jade is nowhere to be found, leisurely leaning on the cloud root to engrave its name. Green broom thinks of ancestors, while green broom remembers Cai Yong more.

After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons. Blending with jade, I went fishing in Rocky Mountain and took off her Xiayi again and again.

Shan Tong mud begging for green horses, riding a spring stopper hand fly. History will surely be engraved with the village of Yangshan, which is full of dancing and drunkenness.

Keep ten thousand stems will sweep off, don't teach any birds to disturb the cloud gate. A mica flower seems to seal Hou's home.

Who knows that 90% of men and women, Zi Jordan's well is on a deep cliff. Swallows are young and fragrant with purple rice, and wild streams are ashamed of the east wall.

Children don't bend into bamboo shoots, but cage the phoenix from high. One section calls for the dragon to fall into Wan Li, and a few stalks hang down into the sea and worry about six aojiang.

To plant in front of the waterfall peak, the clouds have dried up. Who can talk all over the mountains and find the spring spectrum to recognize Chanjuan?

I want to be a little green men, Jian Yao, and I want to write about a turtle and a fish going to heaven. Xuanpu closed the jade bush in thousands of spring, showing the ancestor Yun Lan empty.

Don't worry about Dao Jiang. Today, Nanke is in the national wind. The autumn wind of yellow peach, an old friend in the north and south, fell lotus last night and centrifuged to the outer area.

The waves in the South China Sea are so high that all the books fall into the water, while the cities in the north are broken and all the passengers fall. The jade window picks the phoenix, the beauty is old, and the jasmine tree is dead.

On the ridge, smoke lingers at the beginning of the month, and when the soul dreams, there is nothing. I only found these three songs, I hope it will help you.

3. Which poems contain "cyan" 1. Eleven bamboo poems by Chen Tao?

Green broom thinks of ancestors, while green broom remembers Cai Yong more.

2. Give my heart to Tao Huang, an old friend of North and South.

On the ridge, smoke lingers at the beginning of the month, and when the soul dreams, there is nothing.

3. Title Lu Secretary Xia Rixin planted bamboo and Bai Juyi 20 rhymes

Before the blue sky enters at night, the autumn dew group comes first.

1. Explanation: Qinglan

Blue-the color of a vibrant season.

Lan-the breath of the wind with free rhythm.

Blue haze-the first breeze in early summer, blue haze is also a blue fog, which describes a natural phenomenon.

2. Their respective definitions:

qīng qιng

Form (knowledge). From life, from Dan. Above the inscription is the word "Sheng"; Here is the word "Dan", which is the change of the word "Jing", and "Qing" is one of the radicals of Chinese characters. Original meaning: blue)

Lan LAN LAN

Name (voice). There was an awkward sound from the mountain. The original meaning: fog in the mountains) is the same as the original meaning [[fog in the mountains]

3. Appreciation of good sentences:

I feel sorry for the blue haze. Shan Yu is on its first day. The ruined temple in the distance still stands on the hill, still looking up at the sky, the moon, the stars and the height of the soul. There is nothing there, and there is silence; No care, no sadness; There is nothing there, only there. This is a ruined temple in the distance, silent and waiting quietly.

4. The more poems with haze, the better. Answer Hu Ling Cao and Cao Lian, riding alone in the evening, looking back at the mountain, seeing Wei * * * Ai Qingshan live near the south, leading officials to serve the back.

Waste books leave water alone, and envy books go far away. - .

There are many mountains and rivers in Xunyang, and there are disputes between vegetation and trees. Blue creek on the rugged edge, green and moss.

Tall trees are rippling and rocks are falling. Wild apricots are dismantled according to the cold, and the residual clouds are shallow.

It is difficult to feel comfortable sexually, and the roads are different. Recalling the past, I finally went to the south, and the good tour was also exhibited repeatedly.

When birds are dirty, they don't know what to do. - .

The voice of scripture is in the deep bamboo, and the high house covers the door alone. Rest tree loves Lanling, listen to the birds singing.

Silence is fun, but violation is dust. - .

Songying orchid is late, and the spring pool is covered with moss green. In the bustling Maoyangling, new birds are singing in the valley.

Long-winded climb to Qiao Lin, Muz ranks first in the world. - .

There are many clear scenery in the mountains, and the stones are cold and clean. The fragrance of flowers is something in the sky, and pine and bamboo are different.

The temple is divided into Blue Mountain and Mingshan Mountain, which is close to the valley. Dizzy and poor, you can watch.

In the wind and rain area, the cold knows the dragon and snake cave. Love is empty, but life is empty

The world is not Tao, and inaction is tired of rutting. - .

The haze is full of autumn, and the ground beam is full of surprises. - .

Visit Daoling Mountain to the Holy Father, and bathe in Huachi to gather all kinds of scenery. Thousands of people ride vilen, and the clouds and trees glow.

Frost cutting around the mountain is forbidden, leaving the palace to accumulate green night and leak long. The jade steps are silent, and the green trees wither and the cold smells better.

Sanqing birds pass on immortals, and nine Chinese offer nectar. In the next Yuan Dynasty, I lost my rank and went up the mountain to worship the Xuanyuan room.

Cui Hua is hidden in the sky and a half clouds, and Danting is bright. The feather flag rests on the Yao platform, and the silk tube comes from the air.

Look up at Jingjiu Road, surrounded by colorful clouds and white cranes. With the ancient world of Gaolan, nature is carefree and self-thinking.

Eight rivers in Qinchuan are long and lingering, while five tombs in Han Dynasty are empty. It is said that the holy father took the Dan Sutra and was hundreds of millions of years old.

Life is salty, yin and yang, and worship the former king. Heroes * * * care about the world, and defeat the enemy without fighting.

Feng Fu didn't tell me about it when he was accepted, but he also came to present it. Fighting side by side, both civil and military, happy and harmonious, has changed a lot.

The holy emperor's bow and sword fell into the secluded spring, and the ancient wood Cangshan closed the palace. Inheriting the red leaves, sages and wise kings, and sublime Liuhe to exorcise evil spirits.

Fortunately, the trip to Taiping can wait today, and Tangquan Lanling is still full of atmosphere. - .

The clouds are now on the cliff, and you can see the stone edge for a hundred miles. There is a lotus monk on Panfeng in Longxi.

If it is extremely blue, it will always be cold. The body is clear with the clouds and the heart is clear with the flow.

Every time I listen to the dragon, the poet says. The Chinese fir wind blows the cassock, and the stone wall hangs a solitary lamp.

I want to thank Wei Lu for a long time and swear to return to Mahayana. I really want to hear the monk say that ordinary people respond with their hearts.

-close the door and dream, and the fairy palm will take you back.

Lotus leaf fish boat, rattan flower hairpin. The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.

I don't know what to do when I get lost, and I can't bear to think about it. There is no Xiaojiangtan in Lei Ziting's house.

-Changsha is now Jiafu, and the East China Sea is old.

Zhang Fu experienced otherworldly experience, while Li Sao followed the elegance. Golden boudoir writes ci, jade box is angry with Chen Hong.

When calligraphy is used in calligraphy, the husband and wife recruit each other, and Dan Qing is in the public. The Lord favors the left, and people hope to accumulate the Nangong.

Clever and clumsy follow different names, and the ups and downs are the same. Nine are back at the top, and three have made a fool of themselves.

Blame the court officials and forgive them. Chu Cai is carefree, and Yanshi is too reactive.

Beyond mountains and dense fog, Lin Chun is in bitter fog. Snowflakes turn over sea cranes, and waves turn over river peaks.

I often go to Zagreb to receive letters, and the sail has long been hung. Those who avoid sages will have a day and dare not love them.

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5. The poem describing Zhu Lan is 1. There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without plum customs. Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei.

2, Tilan condenses summer cream, and the shore chrysanthemum shines in the morning. Laugh with dew, and the wind is light and fragrant.

3, three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, Chunjiang Duck Prophet.

4. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking the rocks. They are still strong after many trials and tribulations, east and west, north and south.

5, one hectare contains autumn green, and the forest air is100,000 poles. The air blows through Zhu Xia, and the sound sweeps across the blue sky. Topic bamboo

6. Unique East Building with many bamboos around it. Wanji, white powder sealed sapphire. Bamboo in the east building

7. Jerry's ancestors went to shine on you, and Cai Yong was remembered for its green and tall branches. After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.

8. See the rattan and bamboo immediately, and smell the lotus in the pond.

9. At the edge of the bamboo fence in the thatched cottage, birds crow at night. A faint fragrance wafts around, making it difficult to stop worrying. good news

10, the wind sends out a fragrance, and the bird peeks at the east of the plain.

1 1, who can have a heart-to-heart talk in the ravine and find the spring spectrum to recognize Juan? I want to be a little green men, Jian Yao, and I want to write about a turtle and a fish going to heaven. Eleven Bamboo Poems and Ten Bamboo Poems

12, after the rain, the dragon sees the head but the tail, and the phoenix tail shakes before the wind. Guilt is deeply rooted, which means the sun will shine. Painted bamboo

13. In autumn, Baisha Pavilion presented Xu Hun with Frosted Bamboo Tang, which is rich in cuisines and different in Hunan and China. The thin shadow of the moon moved to the wall, cold and windy. The roller blinds fall earlier and the high pillows are longer at night. Suddenly, I remembered Xiqin Road. It's very cold in Wan 'an today.

14, in the early Shang dynasty, the wine was drunk and the plum blossom was half contained. After the melancholy palace spring went away, a branch floated in the south of the Yangtze River.

15, I know it suddenly snowed at night, and I heard the sound of bamboo folding.

6. What poems contain "Lan"? 1. Blue fog is in Kesashige, where the mountains and rivers are deep. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Dripping Rain"

2. A river of smoke and water is shining in the clear mist, people on both sides of the river are painting eaves, and a lotus bush is faint in Qiu Guang. -Bird Yang Hao's "Water Fairy Chanting Jiangnan"

3. How about the breeze? The evening is blue and green. -Zhu Qing, a statue of Frost Corner in Late East Asia.

4. The mountains and waters are dripping, and the grass and sand are moist, clean and mud-free. —— Yuan Jiangyan's "Breaking the Embankment with Light Water in Sandy Mountain Orchid of Huanxi"

5. The orchid is like a screen grass, and when it is near the grass, it is covered with flowers. -Yin's Lan Ruping

6. The scarf is wet and the straw clothes are exposed. -Tang Hanshan's Poem 303

7. The eyebrows stay in the stars because of the sword, and the clothes make the clouds. -Tang Luyan's seven words

8. Qinglan low temple, warm back to the wild goose wings, draw the sand. -Song Zhou Bangyan's "Crossing the River Cloud, Blue and Low Chudian"

9. There is still a reading desk in the mountain, and the wind sweeps the picture. -Don Du Guangting's reading desk

10. The steaming orchid is like a hole, and its surface suddenly becomes transparent. -Tang Hanyu's Nanshan Poetry

7. The poem "Madame Zhu" is about Madame Zhu.

Year: Song Author: Guo Yin

The wind is flowing in the forest, close to the pillow.

The ice muscles are pure, and jade bone is naturally cool.

The most modest and kind, the origin is just right.

I can't forget the company day and night.

Mrs. Zhu

Year: Song Author: Hu Zhonggong

Treat your face with an open mind, don't be blocked.

Only first frost Festival, no sex.

Li E's book is full of old grievances, and Hunan girls are sad.

But it is a special room pet, and no one is jealous of the farmer.

Rhymes with Mrs. Zheng Shufu's mangosteen

Year: Song Author:

Yuhuan rose from China to Hu Bing, and its color eventually polluted the name of later generations.

What is the special room in September like? It's all empty.

Love is inexperienced, and women's festivals are never clear.

I'm worried about seeing Jieyu's fan after autumn, and I hate it for a long time.

With Jiang Zi, my bamboo lady.

Year: Song Author: Huang Chongzhi

Exhausted Huang Teng lies high in the south window and sets an example.

Guo Shaoyao is the most intimate, and Zheng Cherry is the closest.

Living under the curtain is a sweet dream. Tao has several books with different winter years.

What does it mean to accompany the staff to the meditation room at night and clear the autumn cream?

Mrs. Zhu

Year: Song Author: Yang

Ashamed of getting rid of slaves, the origin is only moral integrity.

Life has only eyes, and jealousy is ruthless.

Love is silent, Juanjuan is cold.

Give up the donation and know the points, and then dare to look at the special room.

Mrs. Zhu

Year: Song Author: Ye Yin

Fengshen shows off in the forest. He loves to dream new things.

Not as good as meat, just like a person knows and sees.

Mingnu would like to thank you. Huang You likes to talk about relatives.

Practice for a hundred years and advance and retreat from teaching.

Mrs. Zhu

Year: Song Author: Zhao

Jade bone is cool in summer, and no one is jealous of a special room.

The drunkard's intention is not to drink, lest the west wind break again.

"Twenty-six brothers sent a song to Jiang Zi and my bamboo wife, loving their ingenuity."

Year: Song Author: Chao Shuozhi

Mochow charmed her master Lu, who was good at making fibers.

Green powder dares to compete for red powder, and the fish pavilion is thinner than the crane pavilion.

Nv Ying wept for you, and his son was a political disciple.

Why don't the names of the knee clips rhyme? Why is Qiu Lai sick?