1. Northern Song Dynasty. Su Shi's Professor Zhou Suo's Lycium barbarum was widely praised by Dr. Xiao for his poems.
Ye Hou's bibliophile doesn't touch me. I love reading all day.
The short photos are as thin as hair, and the strange eyes are dazzling.
Helping the decline depends on the staff of the Queen Mother, whose name is engraved in this immortal record.
The ancient grass in the desolate city is exposed to the cold, and the green leaves are low in red millet.
Spring roots, summer seedlings and autumn crops, all the days are full of shame.
It is useful for orchids to harm the edge of laurel, but why not harm the Qi Dan family?
Be careful not to compare it with Coix lachryma-jobi as a gift, because it won't be profitable all day.
This is not a matter of doing things outside, but being more exposed in the autumn sun.
When the chicken died, Platycodon grandiflorum claimed to be the emperor, although Violet also respected his servant.
When you reply, you won't leave a legacy. When you are different, you will do something for Dongli Chrysanthemum.
2. Northern Song Dynasty. Wang Anshi's North Window
Every time you are sick, the chicken will stop growing.
Empty flowers are hard to find their roots, but dust in dreams is expensive.
There is a fake medicine bag in the cave, but there is no Xuanyuan Sutra.
The spring breeze on the north window pillow is warm. I read some books in Pierre.
3. The Anonymous Man Fang Ting
Glycyrrhrizae Radix, Ginseng Radix, Rhizoma Gastrodiae, Radix Paeoniae Alba, Herba Menthae, Herba Schizonepetae and Rhizoma Chuanxiong. Frankincense and myrrh, angelica dahurica and Gan Song. Yujin * Platycodon grandiflorum, Chrysanthemum, Ligusticum and Poria. Fang feng, etc. Asarum is divided into two parts, and each part should be stopped. I'm strong and hot, and my pipe is straight and cold. The * in the nose is magical and accurate. Li Guifei has bad eyes. Zhang Zong saw it with joy, adding the exhausted effect of gold.
2. Write a poem about platycodon grandiflorum. In the empty valley of Platycodon grandiflorum, balloon flowers are frustrated.
Who sings in the distance?
Wander on one side
The person in red came to her hometown with hope.
Everything starts when it exists and ends when she leaves.
Only our backup Shenmu is describing it.
Spot-old texture
People are being told everywhere.
Love without ending
Gave up forever for him.
When can I see you bow and shoot arrows here again?
Stab oneself in the heart.
Balloon flower orange stalk ballad in platycodon grandiflorum valley
The song is blooming and people can't see it.
3. Who has a poem about Platycodon grandiflorum? Love in this life, flowers on the other side (platycodon grandiflorum poem)
It's winter now.
Why is that balloon flower still in full bloom?
Compared with hay all over the floor
Is so outstanding
Emit lavender light.
Like a dream. . . 、
Why not wither?
Why not leave?
Why are you fighting against fate?
Are you attached to the world?
There are still unsolved sorrows. . .
It's snowing.
She is still standing there.
The purple petals are covered with snowflakes.
Gradually. . .
She can't stand the gravity of snow a little.
Bow your head slightly.
"If it doesn't last long, forget it."
I said softly
Full of love
She seemed to hear it.
And stubbornly raised his head.
Tears sparkled in his eyes.
Woven with lavender.
Turn around in your eyes.
But it didn't drop.
probably
What is she waiting for?
I said to myself.
She seems to hear my heart.
Look at me quietly.
Full of hope, full of positive eyes
Finally, the snow stopped.
at once
The sun shines on the earth.
But it's all white around.
The purple balloon flowers look very prominent.
The warm sunshine shone on her.
The snow is gradually melting.
In his arms
She feels warm and happy.
But I know
This is only a short tenderness.
Once the dark clouds roll
Snow melts into water and water turns into ice.
She'll die.
Unless he can protect her.
expected
After a brief warmth
The wind is getting stronger and stronger
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
He pushed her away.
Stay in the dust. . .
4. What poems describe Platycodon grandiflorum "To Chen Xiyan, a Confucian doctor" Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Xie Fangde Polyporus Platycodon grandiflorum is the most peculiar, and there are poems in the book bag of the medicine cage.
Don't say poor in front of you, but know that a good face is a good doctor. "North Window" Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: When Wang Anshi was in critical condition, it was also necessary to stop the chicken from growing up.
Empty flowers are hard to find their roots, but dust in dreams is expensive. There is a fake medicine bag in the cave, but there is no Xuanyuan Sutra.
The spring breeze on the north window pillow is warm. I read some books in Pierre. "Chun Xue's prison is two firsts" Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Chao's melancholy cloud is coming home, he first walked into the bamboo forest.
Flying in the air, butterflies are not falling, sparkling pearls are chasing each other. Servants have nothing to worry about, and thrushes can't sing in the room.
Lung disease, aversion to cold, hope to persuade the reward, platycodon grandiflorum as soup can be fertile. Fang Ting licorice and ginseng Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: anonymous licorice and ginseng, gastrodia elata and peony, mint, Schizonepeta and Ligusticum chuanxiong.
Frankincense and myrrh, angelica dahurica and Gan Song. Yujinlu Platycodon grandiflorum, Chrysanthemum, Ligusticum Poria.
Fang feng, etc. Asarum is divided into two parts, and each part should be stopped. I'm strong and hot, and my pipe is straight and cold.
The word will be in the nose, and the current magic is accurate. Li Guifei has bad eyes.
Zhang Zong saw it with joy, adding the exhausted effect of gold. "Professor Zhou Suo Lycium was widely praised by Dr. Xiao for his poem" Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi Ye Hou book collectors don't touch, so I love reading all day ".
The short photos are as thin as hair, and the strange eyes are dazzling. Helping the decline depends on the staff of the Queen Mother, whose name is engraved in this immortal record.
The ancient grass in the desolate city is exposed to the cold, and the green leaves are low in red millet. Spring roots, summer seedlings and autumn crops, all the days are full of shame.
It is useful for orchids to harm the edge of laurel, but why not harm the Qi Dan family? Be careful not to compare it with Coix lachryma-jobi as a gift, because it won't be profitable all day.
This is not a matter of doing things outside, but being more exposed in the autumn sun. When the chicken died, Platycodon grandiflorum claimed to be the emperor, although Violet also respected his servant.
When you reply, you won't leave a legacy. When you are different, you will do something for Dongli Chrysanthemum. Reference Poetry Network: /search/? Query =%E6%A 1%94%E6%A2%97.
5. Write a poem about "Platycodon grandiflorum"-Platycodon grandiflorum.
Hallucinations are like a wisp of smoke
A trace,
A wisp of
Gone with the wind,
In my mind,
With my attachment,
Let it drift quietly.
Just,
Remember,
For sure,
Went somewhere else ~ ~ ~
Like life,
Like death,
An empty fantasy world.
For yourself?
I don't know,
It was for him.
Memories are like yesterday,
The strings ring, people call,
Deciduous leaves,
It indicates life and death.
Once,
Sleeping in the fire,
Heart,
So is the sink.
It seems like a lifetime ago,
Listen to his voice quietly.
After all,
This is just an illusion of the return of the soul,
It is also love,
And I hate it,
Right,
It's not right either,
Also born,
Will die.
It's quiet at night,
I vaguely remember that unforgettable time.
Love?
If so,
I don't blame myself for getting stuck in the mud,
Isn't it?
In troubled times,
Hands covered with blood,
Draw a bow,
Build yourself armor.
Are you still continuing your journey alone?
Yes,
Because,
Now his lover,
No, it's me
Resentment?
Probably.
Not reconciled?
Smile ~ ~
Dead of night,
Alone in the country.
Yeah,
How long will you be obsessed?
But,
If,
Living with a new body,
Isn't it more disgusting?
Smile indifferently.
That's all,
That's all,
Unlike myself.
Barren,
It is your own heart.
No tears,
This is what happens when people panic,
I am a witch,
How can you panic?
Tears,
Something heavy.
I am destined to be a person who passes by happiness.
Missed it,
Regret it,
Looking back,
Has been replaced.
OK,
Don't force it.
Bloody sun,
The memory is still clear,
It is also like that bleeding heart.
The wind laughed at my sadness on the eaves all night.
Forget it,
Heart,
Now it's scabbed,
Why open it again?
Sadly,
A good medicine for treating heart scab,
It turned out that I sprinkled the salt myself.
Sink,
Listening to my heartbreaking voice,
God gave me my first gift,
In my heartbeat,
Before slowly disappearing,
I remember,
Once asked:
What is "love"?
Answer:
Tears spilled all over the sky!
Don't cry,
Don't be sad,
You still have her.
I'm tired,
Really tired.
Sleep quietly,
This is the last time,
There's no chance to wake up again,
In that world,
Will be lonely again!
It's okay,
Because,
In that world,
I am not a witch!
6. Poetry about Platycodon grandiflorum 1 For whom does the resurrected beauty bloom? Because of who, the beautiful face is full of sadness because of the sunshine. How long is the road ahead with the fragrance of another world? In the face of the unknown, I hope to have a support around me, but I can only be lonely like water and resentful in my heart. Why is the person I love not with me? How long is this road? The body made of mud will never die, but I don't want to be confused anymore. I don't want my heart to despair. What will be the final outcome? I don't know if I'm destined to be sad until that moment. It's like Leng Yue's face is like frost, and my body is with me, and my heart is cold for a long time. In the dense rainforest, two worlds are heartbroken.
Hair flies to show its sad posture, hands are slim, and arrows don't hurt. Love San Xiao, four souls.
In the snow, shadows are busy. Bamboo sounds like Mingyou, and vows of eternal love.
The five lakes are full of drunken tears, blue waves rippling and flowers overflowing. Love fades, people go to the building, and the autumn moon is over the head.
Flowers are about to break and people are as old as ever. Helpless, Luo Xiang as thin as iron, three points ashamed.
Heroes are ruthless, abandon the extreme and stay warm. I drift with the tide, and the shadow of dusk is infinitely soft.
Resentment is like love, resentment is like killing. Shura world hate, once the snow falls.
I am still too busy. Although I am beautiful, I still don't wear rouge or scarlet. The soul died, the monarch died, and with the withered vine, I became ashes.
The breeze is still there, and the fire is destroying each other. A thousand years have passed, and the only way is: "Wrong, wrong."
God has nowhere to go, the purple light is clear, and you will always look at your heart. Evening flowers bloom again, under the holy tree, people are drunk and the wind blows.
Life should be robbed and drowned, and a thousand years of grievances will be unforgettable. Mud and sand are everywhere, and the heart is like a beech.
Where are the heartbroken people? Year after year, year after year, dusk, dynasty. In the forest of ghosts and under the tree of souls, I will miss you forever.
Iraqis have changed in the past 50 years. The old look and the new face follow each other, leaving a colorful cloud.
The present and the past are endless, and the present and the past are silent. Heartbroken and bleak, autumn wind only looks at platycodon grandiflorum. If one day, a meteor cuts through the night, I will pray silently to make a wish come true, but it is only a wish, but it is so ethereal that it is difficult for people to touch what it is and calm my depressed heart. If one day, you have a balloon flower, where will you put it, and only a flower is waiting for it to bloom? Why is it so elegant and not fragrant? You'll worry me. Just hopeless watch and sadness. Your warmth has already drifted to others, drawing a bleak sadness in my heart. Why are you so hesitant? Like my soul floating around and disappearing from the cherry tree, you make me feel sad at night. If one day I suddenly leave, will you come? One last look at me may only make you hesitate and set me free. Flying to the past and remembering my own appearance is just a helpless but hasty result. My soul floats to the ends of the earth like catkins with your warmth. Even if my death will bring you sorrow, it will be like the red line you broke under the cherry tree in your last life, but you want to see you again in the next life. Don't be sad because the balloon flower is dying, because my soul will look down in the night sky. If you look up at the starry sky and find a meteor passing by, don't forget my wish for you. The red line in your last life can't be connected, and you just want another life.
.5 Sit and smell the dry lotus rain, only dry wine. Then wait for Yunshan to get old. Why bother?
The so-called stay, the so-called go. What minute?
What year and month? When are you leaving?
When did it happen? It's all just a matter of people's hearts.
So, let it go. Keep it for yourself.
Tired by the dust, the grass is long and the shadow is thin. The sky is silent and starry. Looking back and smiling, you are so charming.
Once. Give a happy face.
I see your dignified and solemn face gradually loosen your smile, and the red leaves are covered with autumn and frost seasons, outlining those fleeting years of morning dew plating. At that time, you were wearing a white shirt and a red skirt. The skirt was swaying and your hair was flying.
Who hides left and right and keeps following, looking at your back with persistent eyes. You don't care, but after turning around, something has quietly changed in your heart.
Long moon and morning star, platycodon grandiflorum blooms everywhere. His lips are as close as teeth, his syllables are hidden, and he hesitates to call your name, leaving a lingering fragrance.
The water passed without a trace, and the ripples on the river rippled gently, and the feeling of vacillation was like something you were not sure about. Soft and real, inflated with irrational imagination.
The moment of holding hands, full of warmth. Only in front of him, you are not a tall witch, just an ordinary woman.
Candlestick in the dark, occasionally snuff jumps four times, girls are always afraid of falling in love. You have a needle, a thread, a bead and an idea, and you made an eternal and important oath.
Carmine, smoked eyebrows, smiling green onions, the dust of the past seems to be forgotten. The light blue light reflects the happiness you glimpsed vaguely.
I know all you want is his warm arms. But fate goes on and on, and the sudden dark waves destroy all the sweetness.
The moment the sharp knife cut the skin, the flowers were all dyed scarlet. You fell heavily, and the vague figure in front of you seems to laugh at your stupidity.
Witches and half demons. Tianya and Dijiao.
It was a lie from beginning to end. The sky overhead is still clear and clean.
Unfortunately, things have changed. A feather's surprise, with the strength of determination, you personally cut off the connection between each other.
Finally, finally, eyes crossed. I suddenly remembered the meeting that year, the rainy evening, and the unquestionable clear sight.
My heart is stuffy and painful, so I understand. It turns out that people can't cry casually when they are extremely sad.
There are tears in your eyes, and when you touch them, they become blood drops. It can't be wiped off anymore.
It is a long-cherished wish of the Millennium to be swallowed up by flames. You sleep quietly and wait.
Maybe one day, I can meet you in the afterlife. I'm improving my skills.
Open your eyes again and look at the stars. Fifty years have passed in a flash. The cherry blossoms are numerous and varied, although they are lined with his familiar face holes, but the meat tires have been abandoned and are ashes.
You can't help hating old mud and branches and vines. I hate fate, I hate mistakes, and I hate when he begins to cheat another person.
Even if you are reincarnated, your soul will remain the same, but it is not you after all. Take a step back and think that the sky is vast, but there is no life behind the cliff.
No death. You know perfectly well that what you have lost is the qualification to love him.
I tried to take him away. In the abyss of hell, with him, you are convinced that you will not be alone.
Besides, he owes you this and should pay it back. But you finally let go.
It has nothing to do with the right or wrong of human goodness. Let go of his power and his own sobriety.
7. Where does the classic poem about Platycodon grandiflorum (Inuyasha) belong? I only remember why I can't repay the debt of love once I leave. Let me take it back. I am platycodon grandiflorum, witch, guardian of the jade of four souls, and also platycodon grandiflorum destined to be lonely.
Fifty years ago. Thun cursed me. As long as I fall in love with someone, I will also encounter misfortune.
I thought: Will I fall in love with a man? Ridiculous! However, the tragedy still happened. I met a semi-demon named Inuyasha. At first, my duty was to kill the devil, but I didn't kill Inuyasha. Is it because he looks like me? He's been following me ever since. I learned that he wanted to be strong. He said he would like to be human and stay with me. I am willing to give him the jade of four souls, because I believe him.
I also firmly believe. He and I can both get true love and be happy forever.
But, why, why did Inuyasha lie to me, hurt me, and take away the jade of four souls? Has he always wanted to seize the opportunity to seize the jade of four souls and become a demon? Dragging my heavy body and broken heart, I slowly walked towards Shenmu. Just then, I saw the jade in his hand. I shot an arrow at him with difficulty and he fell asleep.
And I, too, went to another world with jade and left with resentment. I understand that my departure will be a new beginning. I love you so much, and I hate waking up for you in my dreams. Why do you have the heart to leave instead of returning to your true love in exchange for sadness? I don't know why you really shouldn't decide not to love you in this life. Why do I think of you again? Today, 50 years later, my reincarnation Wei came to Shenmu and broke the seal.
I was awakened by Wei, and resentment followed. I hate that Inuyasha cheated me, and he failed my love.
I want to drag him into hell and taste the pain with me. But in my heart, there is still a trace of undying love, attached to you.
But resentment has occupied my heart, and that little remaining love will turn into resentment. A storm blew a burst of heartache and reappeared on your face. Your lips were so excited, your smile was so hazy, your eyes were so sad, just like those years were flowing, memories were forgotten, peach blossoms were still laughing in spring, everything was over, and it had begun to turn you into my forever. This tenderness is gone. This time it is no longer just my heart that affects my feelings, but everything has been clarified.
It was Naraku's trick. Did Thun's curse come true? I fell in love with Inuyasha, so I will pay the price of death.
Looking back on the past, the boat in the sunset, your gentle face, and our days of exorcism together, although short, I feel so happy, because I am accompanied by you. Now they are so far away from me, so far away.
Even if it's not you, it's just a misunderstanding, and we can't start over. I am not a man, but clay. I only have my mind and soul. I will have no future. Inuyasha, why do you understand now?
You, I can't love anymore, my life has been lost, and the jade of four souls has been broken. Did I fail? But Inuyasha, I can see that you still love me and care about me. I want to thank you for this. Only love is an eternal myth. The ebb and flow of love will never regret the meeting of true love. How many painful entanglements can you pinch the frozen cradle of love beside your pillow at night and melt the flames swaying in the wind? When flowers bloom and flowers fall, spring goes and spring comes, laugh at me like steel, leave the world desolate and miss me forever. But I still can't bear your love, because you have made my life a lot happier. You let me out of the witch's indifference: you let me have a beautiful love. Although, this love has passed away with the torrent of time.
However, our love will never change. Endless love cost me my life, but it also gave me endless happiness and carefree time. In your heart, a balloon flower will bloom forever. It is a flower that will never wither, forever, forever, without time, forever.
Love is an eternal myth. No one has forgotten the old oath. Your tears become butterflies flying all over the sky. Love is the wind under the wings. You are the only beautiful myth in my heart. I have loved, so I have always satisfied endless love.