1. Poems describing plums, pines and bamboos
Four Pines Author: Du Fu When the four pines first moved, they were probably three feet strong.
It has been three years since I came here, and I have been separated for as long as a person. Know how to see if the roots are not uprooted, and don’t worry about the branches and branches.
The quiet color is blessed with beautiful hair, and the sparse branches are also hidden. The small fence inserted also has a dike.
Finally, I am so disappointed that I am ashamed of the thousands of yellow leaves. If you dare to be the master of the old forest, the common people of Li are still not in good health.
The thief is returning now, and the hall is full of spring grass. Looking at the things, I sigh at the decline and decline, and hereby comfort the desolation.
The breeze blows for me and sprinkles my face like a slight frost. It's enough to send the old lady off and wait for her to die.
I have no roots in my life, and I am also confused about my abilities. If you are sentimental and compose poems, your deeds can be forgotten.
Don’t worry that after a thousand years, the sky will be miserable. Plum Blossom: Bu Suanzi, "Yong Mei" by Lu You. Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. Early Plum Blossoms Zhang said there were white jade strips of cold plum trees on a tree, on the road back to Lincun near the creek bridge.
I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. Mo Mei Ju Jian Don't hate the waste of painters in painting. There is no need to seek differences, only similarities.
The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw, so I entrust the jade dust to the Han Palace. Bamboo: Plant bamboo and brush the branches, whisking the dust to spread the dew.
A gentleman takes it for the most useful purpose. Thousands of light ink strokes draw thin bamboos.
Everything that touches your heart is unworthy of music. There is bamboo within the bamboo, and there is bamboo outside the bamboo.
With a thousand acres of Wei River, this is a giant clan. ——The above three selections are taken from "Ink Bamboo Painting Book" Courtyard Bamboo by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. The polyester and lead powder knots are exposed, and the green jade branches are shaken by the wind.
Yiyi is like a gentleman, but there is no place for it. Titled Hsinchu by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Several stems are of a faint jade color, separated by green smoke in the evening. The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern.
Gradually, when the day comes, I want to get the eight curtains of clouds. If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who can love this gentleman? The old pine tree is lying on its side in the deep green ripples.
The melodious green radish shadow is broken by ripples falling down - Author: (Tang Dynasty) Gu Kuang "Four Pines" Author: Du Fu When the four pines first moved, they were about three feet strong. It has been three years since I came here, and I have been separated for as long as a person.
Know how to look at the root without uprooting it, and don’t worry about the damage caused by the branches. The quiet color is good for the hair, and the sparse branches are also hidden.
The small fence inserted also has a dike. Finally, I am so sad that I am ashamed of the thousands of yellow leaves.
If you dare to be the master of the old forest, Li Shu is still not in good health. The thieves have just returned from hiding. The hall is full of spring grass.
Looking at the things and sighing at the decline, I would like to comfort the desolation. The breeze blows for me and sprinkles my face like a slight frost.
It’s enough to send off the old lady and wait for the rest of the year. I have no roots in my life, and I am also confused about who I am.
If you are sentimental and compose poetry, your deeds can be forgotten. Don't worry about how miserable the sky will be after a thousand years.
The green bamboo is half in its casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall. The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, Ode to Bamboo The green pine trees are tall and straight under the heavy snow. You should know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts.
(Chen Yi's "Green Pine" Bitter Bamboo, Du Fu and Tang Qingming are also self-defeating, weak and strong to support. The taste is bitter and summer insects avoid it, and the bushes are low and spring birds are suspicious.
The Xuan Chi Meeting is not important, I'm so excited to be cutting. Fortunately, I'm close to a secluded house, where the frost roots are still there.
In the early morning, I fell in love with this secluded bamboo. I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps of Wei Zhuang Tang. After walking around the railing, I wet my towel.
No one knows me when I am wandering in a foreign land. Only Cong Huang looks like my master. There is a faint fragrance. The plum trees in the mountain garden are blooming and blooming alone.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight. Take a peek first, and the pink butterflies will be reunited with each other.
Fortunately, there is no need for a golden bottle with a sandalwood plate. Zheng Banqiao's "Inscription on Bamboo and Stone" insists that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. /p>
A thousand blows will make you strong, no matter how wind blows from east to west, north or south. (Three Poems of Zheng Banqiao) The branches are long and have few leaves, but the branches are short and have many leaves.
The world is like this, what can heroes do? Not the spring breeze, not the autumn breeze.
The new bamboo is released for the first time, in the middle of the summer month. It can drive me away from the heat and open my chest.
The bamboo is called the king, and the stone is called Zhang. Give him a good name and never give up.
The empty mountain forms an alliance, and the intermediary is chaste and bright. The five colors are strange, and one green foot looks up.
Tzu Lao Bamboo by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The bamboos are surrounded by rocks, and the smoke reflects the river islands. The green color is deep, the waves are deep, and the voice is cold and early.
I have never heard the dragon chant, but the phoenix song should be played well. If you don’t learn the qualities of Puliu, your chastity will always protect you.
When painting Cilao Mountain, the bamboo can be used as a flute. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty You can eat without meat, but you cannot live without bamboo.
No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar. People who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and common people cannot cure it.
Others laughed at this statement, as if it was high and foolish. If you don't chew this, there will be no Yangzhou crane in the world.
"Annotations on Selected Poems of Su Shi" Ode to Plum Blossoms Bu Suanzi·Yong to Plum Blossoms Lu You Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, there is a lonely place with no owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone will be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Mo Mei Wang Mian The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house have blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe.
Bu Suanzi Yong Mei Mao Zedong Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
Qiao doesn’t fight for spring, she only repays it. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes.
Plum Blossom Quatrains by Lu You I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and snow piles filled the four mountains. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man? 2. Ancient prose describing the beauty of mountains and rivers. Most of the best ancient texts describe the beauty of mountains and rivers.
It is surrounded by majestic mountains and beautiful scenery on all sides.
The clear colors of dawn reflect the clear clouds, and the sound of springs and waterfalls falls. The water flowing in the stream is flying, and the stone walls are piled with blue and green.
At the entrance of Baiyun Cave, wisteria hangs high and green radish hangs; in front of Jasper Peak, thousands of osmanthus cliffs curl up. Invite the apes to offer fruits, and call the elk to bring flowers.
Thousands of peaks are beautiful, white cranes listen to the immortal scriptures late at night; thousands of valleys compete with each other, and the wind is warm and idle birds talk to each other. The land is so remote that mortal dust cannot fly, and the mountains are high, when will the carriages and horses come?
The mountains are covered with trees and vines, making it very steep. But see: towering and towering, with thousands of layers.
It is surrounded by towering green cypresses and green pines covering the mountains. The cry of apes can be seen on the green cypresses, and the chirping of cranes can be heard from the top of the pines.
Chaotic clouds cover the mountains, and dark mist locks the mountains. There are tigers and wolves in the thorns, and foxes and rabbits in the grass.
The mountain birds are singing in the high branches of the old trees; The forest is deep and beautiful, and the teachings are strong and flying; the foothills are wide and flat, and good talents can gallop.
The shocking places are nothing but water monsters and mountain monsters; as far as the eye can see, there are only idle flowers and weeds. I saw only gurgling waterfalls and curved roads.
The sound of chickens and dogs is not heard, and the traces of pedestrians are rarely seen. It's exactly this: It's hard to climb vines and cling to vines, but how to climb dangerous roads through danger! It is indeed a fairyland, but all I can see is: lush green pines and thick green bamboos.
A group of white cranes listen to the scriptures, and a few in green clothes grind medicine. Green pines and green bamboos, the cave doors are locked and the blue windows are cold; white snow and yellow buds, the white room is warm with clouds sealed with elixirs.
Wild deer carrying flowers walked across the path, and mountain apes came to the cliff carrying fruits. At that time, I heard that the immortals were reading the scriptures, and every time there was a mountain old man discussing the Dharma.
Beside the Xuhuang Altar, the sky wind blew the sound of clouds; in the Lidou Hall, the luan's back suddenly came to ring Kunyun. This is the True Purple Mansion, where can I see Penglai?
Wild birds sing, and wild birds sing thoughtfully. I think of the spring air with peach blossoms blooming on the branches.
The branches are full of orioles and sparrows calling each other, and the orioles and sparrows are calling each other on the rock bank. The red flowers on the rock bank are like a brocade screen, and the red flowers are as beautiful as a brocade screen.
It’s worth seeing the beautiful mountains. Smoke rises in front of the beautiful mountains. Smoke rises in front of the mountains and clear waves float on the water. The waves are flowing and the water is quiet.
The deep scenery is good, and the depth is good for chasing. Chase and swim beside the water flowers, which look like snow.
As bright and clear as snow pear flowers.
The pear blossoms are bright, clean and exquisite, and the exquisiteness is like falling silver flowers. The best is like falling silver flowers, and the best is the soft grass beside the stream.
The grass beside the soft stream is green, and butterflies are flying there. Butterflies fly to the fallen flowers, and birds chirp in the fallen flowers.
The birds in the forest are constantly chirping, just to remember the good times of spring. Good willows to recall spring.
The willow branches are beautiful in spring. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the forest foothills are beautiful.
Thousands of mist appear in the valleys, and thousands of flowers and trees rise above the mountains. There is a rhyme in the silence, trickling stones and water trickling in the eyes; chasing each other carelessly, and the clouds on the top of the mountain are leisurely.
The stream is dark green with luxuriant grass, and the rocks are speckled with old moss. I saw a place in the distance: covered with green smoke and dense crimson mist.
Beautiful trees intertwined with each other, and clear shade intertwined with shadows. The Qiong Tower has exquisite green tiles, and the jade trees are swaying in green.
The waves hit the shore and the silver waves reflected the sky. The green color is eye-catching, and the cold light shines on the eyes.
(Green bamboo) beats the wind, and the green parasol blocks the sun. It is sparse and scattered, and there are a few trees, Yao grass and beautiful flowers; below and high, there are several dangerous buildings and pavilions.
The curved house leans against the water, with red balustrades and green sills floating in the water; the solitary pavilion opens next to the mountain, with green tiles and red eaves emerging from the mountainside. The fragrance is blowing, the flowers are blooming in different paths, and the green trees are all over the leisure steps.
The deserted grass is filled with few people, and it is even more silent when there is no bird singing. The cold stream is clear and the water is cold.
The clear shadows of the curling kettle are shining, and the waves and snow are as far as the eye can see. The long embankment is shaded by weeping poplars, and no pedestrians come and go.
Go to a village. "Linjiang Fairy": Happiness is as good as the banker's, and the bamboo fenced thatched cottage is quiet.
Spring plowing, summer planting and autumn harvest. Watching the auspicious snow in winter, I got drunk and had my head covered.
There are many elm and willow trees planted outside the door, and poplars fall all over the stream. There is absolutely no boredom or worry.
Laugh at him for being a wealthy and famous guest, working in the city and traveling around. The road is completely deserted and there are very few pedestrians.
But see: Surrounded by hills and mountains, shaded by trees, dangerous peaks reaching into the blue sky, steep mountains and green mountains. The waterfall flies sideways and sprays out thousands of feet of silver waves; the vines hang upside down and thousands of brocade ribbons are flying.
The Yunshan Mountains are deserted, with winding bird paths and few travelers; there are misty forests and misty forests, and there are few deserted villages with few native people. The mountain flowers are as beautiful as smiles, and the wild birds are nameless and just chirping randomly.
The scenery is very beautiful. But see: The towers are high and the courtyards are quiet.
The mountains are stacked with strange rocks, and the Langyuan is full of strange flowers. The water pavilion is far away from the dock, and the wind pavilion is slanted through the pine house.
The curved sill of the back pond is covered with layers of blue waves and colored glaze; the mountains are covered with emerald green moss. Beside the peony pavilion, peacocks are perched; beside the peony fence, fairy birds are dancing to each other.
Along the purple pine path, there is a small bridge in the deep green shade; there are curved flower branches and towering trees among the red bushes. The smoke is blurred by the green daisy, and the meaning is as light as nothing; the rain washes the green snails, and the color is as thick as dye.
The Mulan boat ripples on the hibiscus water, and the swing frame sways in the shadow of the weeping poplar trees. The red sills and painted railings set off each other, and the Emperor Xiang's embroidered curtains complement each other.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the wind is soft and the clouds are leisurely. The scenery of Yiyan is like a screen, and the pines and pine trees everywhere look like paintings.
There is a faint smoke, and a few birds are singing in the sky; the sun is shining brightly, and it is a green poplar grassland. The peaks are towering and green, and the beautiful trees are in the shade.
Thousands of strange rocks stirred up the clouds, and a flying spring fell down. Thousands of mountains are covered with blue sky, and a pillar enters the elixir sky.
The mountains are adjacent to each other, and the haze is lingering. The fragrant grass is long and tender green, and the rock flowers emit a fragrant fragrance.
The cliffs are covered with evergreen pines, and the meandering streams trickle with water. Around noon, when I went to look around in the shade of pines and bamboos, I could only see the eaves and green tiles, the buildings and the windows, and I thought there was a secluded person living there.
Then he climbed into danger and took risks, looking for a path. I could only hear the sound of flowing water and pine trees. As I walked, the forest foothills gradually divided into two parts and the mountains and peaks merged into four parts.
But see: the stream is deep and the water is meandering, the wind is calm and the clouds are leisurely. The green pines lock the green tiles and the red roofs, and the bamboos reflect the carved eaves and jade inlays.
The towers are high and the courtyards are deep. If it is not the palace of a king, it must be the palace of gods.
Dusk clouds cover the imperial pavilion, and thin mist covers the pond. Pairs of white butterflies stay in the fragrant bushes, and pairs of orioles perch in the green willows.
The painting beams are quiet, the beaded curtains are lowered and the swallows return; the small courtyard is dark, and the embroidered quilts are scented and people are about to fall asleep. The wind sings against the jade trees, and the moon moves the shadows of flowers onto the screen windows.
Qingyun Treasure Hall, the mist-hidden corridor.
Listening quietly but not hearing the sound of news, looking back has lost the power of the mountains.
Rixia Palace wants to return to the sea, but the fairy is expected to return to Penglai. You should stop looking at Seng Yao's paintings and roll up a painting.
The peaks arch toward each other and are surrounded by mountains. The sound of the flowing spring is quiet, and the dense and tangled grass is blurred.
There are towering strange trees on the cliff and strange flowers on the rocks reflecting the sun. The mountain path is deep and smokey, the wild scenery is close to the bridge and the green mist is close; the hills are far away, and the sound of pines is connected to the white clouds across the water.
Xixixi only hears the dew falling in the forest, Xiaoxiao only listens to the leaves singing in the wind. Mountains are indeed majestic: mountains, mountains, abrupt loops.
Luo Cuidai, the blue columns, the misty clouds in the cave, and the harp in the stream. A few mountains away, there is a hazy light as far as the eye can see.
I secretly think that Yunfeng is still there, so I should accompany Xie Lu to climb it again. Although the seven sages of the Ji Dynasty are lovely, the four great ones should not be idle in their prime.
I saw a pine forest: pine, pine. The festival is strong and overcast, and it can withstand the cold winter.
The mountains are high and green, and the green peaks are towering. The shape of Yixi is like a cover, and the illusion of Qiu is like a dragon.
The wind rustled in the lush leaves, and the moonlight shadows were thick in the branches. The four seasons always hold the essence of a gentleman, and five of them have been awarded the title of a doctor.
Look at the color of the day: But the sun is setting early in the west, and crows and magpies are running through the forest with their voices high. The fishermen stopped their boats to mourn, and watched the travelers passing by, surrounded by smoked villages.
The mountain temple is lonely and fun. 3. Poems related to rhyme
Poems with "rhyme" include:
1. Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man"
The rhyme of copper springs is crisp and cold bamboo, The new sound plays slowly and moves the delicate jade.
2. Bai Juyi's "Watching the Dance of Prostitutes and Listening to Guest Poems on Qingming Day"
Watching the dancers is like jade, and listening to the rhyme of the poems is like gold.
3. Du Mu "Farewell to Meng Chi's Ancestors in Chizhou"
Pei, the prefect of Liyang, has a rhyme that transcends hardship.
4. Wu Yuanheng's "On August 15th, Brother Cong often looks at the full moon and is pregnant"
The cold light produces dew and grass, and the evening rhyme produces wind and bamboo.
5. Liu Yuxi's "Hundred Flowers"
The purple rhyme of pines and bamboos, and the distant yellow around the fence.
6. Bai Juyi's "Inscription on the Creek Pines in Front of the Temple of Love"
The writing style is difficult to resemble, and the rhyme of the piano is easy to be confused.
7. Liu Yuxi "Dou Kuizhou saw a cold eclipse and recalled the old Ji Xiaohong playing the sheng, so he harmonized with it"
The sound of the luan is uneven, and the clear rhyme is the first to tune the music.
8. Li Shimin's "Yuan Ri"
There are frost halberds and silk and bamboo corridors.
9. Bai Juyi's "One Hundred Rhymes of a Dream in Spring Poems"
The Seventy Rhymes of Yin Jun is what I have accumulated in my heart.
10. Xu Hun's "Two Poems on the Creek Pavilion"
After the autumn dream with the fragrance of tea, the rhyme of the pine trees is chanted at night.
11. Han Yu's "Poetry of Thanks to Nature"
Like listening to the rhyme of the sheng and yu, it comes from the underworld.
12. Bai Juyi's "Reminiscences of New Chrysanthemums in Reward for the Emperor's Doctor"
The master who loves chrysanthemums sings the beautiful rhyme, but the guest who is sick in autumn feels sad and depressed.
13. "Early Autumn" by Yu Xuanji
The cool breeze frightens the green trees, and the clear rhyme enters the Zhu strings.
14. Du Mu's "A Nostalgic Poem (When Cangzhou Used the Army)"
Talking about books and feeling the charm of nostalgia, burning the legacy of Jia Sheng.
15. Li Qunyu's "Letter of Insulting Mianzhou to Zhongcheng"
Fengbiao wants to see the Yaotai crane, and the poem is as rhyming as hearing the Lu Shuiqin.
16. Pei Yizhi "He and Xing Langzhong were ill and had a strong pleasure in traveling to Yuan on the Double Ninth Festival"
Why rely on external things to eliminate worries, only the pure rhyme is the enemy of spring mash.
17. Liu Zongyuan's "A poem of twenty rhymes as a reward for the envoy Pei Cao of Shaozhou to the ambassador of Luba of Daozhou for showing his insights"
The moonlight shakes the shallow lase, and the charm is withered. Suga.
18. He Ning's "Hundred Palace Ci Poems"
The golden luan stands in a red sandalwood trough, and the warm palace has no charm and is proud of itself.
19. Li Shimin's "Drinking Horse in the Great Wall Grottoes"
Hu Chen has a clear jade plug, and the Qiang flute rhymes with gold.
20. Li Shimin's "Ten Poems on the Imperial Capital"
The jade pipe rhymes with Zhu Xian, and the clear song condenses the snow.
21. Qian Qi's "Pianyu Pian"
Only the Emperor Hongguang knows it, and the world does not know its pure rhyme.
22. Yu Xuanji's "Spring Love Sends Children's Peace"
The ice is sold in the distant stream and pity Qingyun, and the snow is far away and the cold peak misses the jade beauty.
23. Sikong Tu's "Three Poems"
I am afraid of others' words, but I prefer to drink wine in leisure time.
24. Lu Guimeng's "Four Verses and Second Rhymes of Fenghe Ximeigongzhai·Xiaosong"
It is a tiger-head pen with clear rhyme leaves.
25. Li Qiao's "He Tongfu Li Jiujiu Xiu Mu Tian Residence"
Shengqinglan Du, elegant rhyme and sonorous gold and jade.
26. Gu Zhenyuan's "Nine Melancholy Poems"
When I encounter the beautiful scenery in the world, the hall is quiet with the rhyme of Jiao Tong.
27. Liu Deren's "Fu De Listens to the Sound of Pines"
The breeze in the court is stirring, and the high pine rhyme comes from itself.
28. Sun Li's "Inscription on Meiling Spring"
There are forty rhymes in the chat book, but I am not very good at it.
29. Yang Heng's "Winter Night Sends Cui Xiucai back to Nanyang"
The lamp is white and frosty, the air is cold, and the room is empty and the pine trees are deep.
30. Li Shimin's "A Banquet at the Xuanwu Gate in Spring with Officials"
The pure and elegant deity floats on the green wine, and the elegant music rhymes with Zhu strings. 4. Describing fresh and beautiful verses
Fresh and beautiful verses:
1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
2. The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs Beifeng Beats the Drum"
3. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? - Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
4. When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
5. If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Phoenix Qin Song"
6. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. . - Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"
7. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
8. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not cloud. -Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si"
9. The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"
10. The desolate farewell and the last two echoes, the most indescribable one is the bright moon. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
11 Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing to meet again when she was not married. -Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"
12. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. -Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"
13. How can we live together but die differently when we only have a shadow in the human world? - Chen Hengke's "Inscription on the Portrait of Chunqi"
14. There is talk of lovesickness at the bottom of the acacia tree, and Si Lang hates Lang Lang but does not know it. - Liang Qichao's "Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poems"
15. Since the king came out, the mirror will not be able to cure the darkness. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. -Xu Qian's "Thoughts on the Chamber"
16. When we see each other, it's as if we don't see each other. How can being affectionate be like being ruthless? - Sima Guang's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
17. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
18. Heaven is not old, but love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. -Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui"
19. The stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight. -Huang Jingren's "One of Two Lovely Poems"
20. It's useless to think about lovesickness, but it's just madness to be melancholy.
-Li Shangyin's "Third of the Untitled Six Poems" 5. Ancient poems about Qingqing
The ancient poems about "Qingqing" are:
1. The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed, forgetting Youth, missed youth. ——Tang Yin's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Pear Blossoms Closed in the Rain"
2. The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
3. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. ——Su Shi's "Spring Night·A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold"
4. The moonlit night and a curtain of dreams, the spring breeze is full of tenderness. ——Qin Guan's "Eight-Six Sons·Leaning at the Wei Pavilion"
5. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without being cold. ——Zhinan's "Quequatrains"
6. Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. ——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands"
7. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
8. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ——Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
9. Spring is late in the lonely empty courtyard, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and the door is closed. ——Liu Fangping's "Spring Resentment"
10. The green birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn. ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"
11. The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is rich. ——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao·Part 1"
12. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. ——Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Huichong Chun River/Dawn Scene on the Huichong Chun River"
13. Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees were in front of the diseased trees. ——Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
14. In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes! ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·The rustling east wind and drizzle are coming"
15. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" 6. Poems about plum blossoms and snow
1. The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so the poet stopped writing and spent money on commentaries. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
2. There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I don't know that there is no snow in the distance, but there is a secret fragrance coming.
3. All the flowers are swaying, and the beauty is alone, occupying the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
4. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and break its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don't need gold bottles made of sandalwood.
5. Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but a solitary root grows warm. In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night.
6. The wind carries the fragrance, and the birds take a look at the beauty. Next year, as expected, Yingchun Terrace will be released first.
7. The calyx contains snow for the first time, so it is difficult to draw the book alone. There is a unique charm in the fragrance, and it is extremely clear and does not know the cold.
8. Horizontal flute and worry listening, oblique technique depends on the disease. The headwind is like a solution, and it is easy not to destroy.
9. There is a lot of snow in the south of the Yangtze River and in the north of the Yangtze River. It is easy to know that the water is cold from a distance. The road is out of the cold clouds, when people return to the dusk snow.