Poetry about death 1. Poetry about the death of beauty.
1, Zhu Yingtai in Spring was once very cheap in Qing Dynasty.
I also know that spring sometimes comes, and so does spring. I'm afraid it's just that beauty is dying.
I also know that spring will come and youth will still come. The fear is that people who have done something will grow old.
2. "One inch of gold? Lian Peng Sun Qi in Qing Dynasty
Just across the river, I am looking forward to the ceremony, and the beautiful scenery is fading. Hate acacia, hate heartless, dream of breaking Xizhou Road.
I am trying to pick up the diary opposite, looking forward to meeting each other, but I am old. Telling the pain of acacia, only hatred without affection, the dream failed on Xizhou Road.
3. "Eight Autumn Poems and the Original Rhyme of the Autumn Works Department" Qing Xu Nan Ying.
The curtains are covered with west wind and sunset, and the beautiful scenery is late and separated from the horizon.
Curtains are rolled up, the wind is blowing, and the afterglow of the sunset is slanting. People all over the world are getting old.
4. Miao Selection in Autumn Night in Qing Dynasty
The silk tree caresses the bosom friend, and the beauty is sad and fragrant.
Playing zitong piano, I want to know his news. I am old and look at the grass all over the ground sadly.
5. "Sweeping Flowers and Reading Southern Song Dynasty Miscellaneous Poems" Liu in Qing Dynasty.
There is still water in the remnant mountain, birds sing in the east wind, and cuckoos spread to the south. Prosperous and dark. Cherish the bead curtain, the beauty is dying.
There is still water left in the broken mountain, listening to the birds in the east wind and cuckoo flying south. Prosperity is gone. Unfortunately, the jade bead curtain and brocade are gradually aging.
2. Ask for some poems about beautiful death.
Pipa Tour: "Season after season, joy followed joy. Autumn moon and spring breeze passed, but she didn't pay attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Four machines, Yuanyang wants Qi Fei, and the poor old man is white first; Green grass in spring, deep in Han Xiao, relatively bathed in red.
Xin Qiji's Fishing:
It is better to eliminate several storms and hurry back to spring. Cherish the spring often afraid of bloom early, let alone flowers. Living in spring, when things happen, there is no turning back at the end of the world. The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves and do everything in Yogyakarta.
Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust? Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the dangerous fence, the sun sets, and the future is bright.
Beauty flashes to old age, and first frost goes to autumn.
There is no sad song for me. I don't know if the flowers have fallen and people have died.
I also believe that beauty will eventually become soil, and it is unbearable to dream too fast.
Xijiang Yueliu
The embroidered curtain on the phoenix forehead is high in volume, and the animal ring shakes the Zhu Hu frequently. Red sun poles go to the flower shed. It is difficult to fall asleep in spring.
Dream crazy with flying catkins, carefree sorrow, wins fragrant mash. It can't be rainy. It is too late again.
Dong xian su ge Shi
Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free. Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance. Embroidered curtains are open, a bright moon peeks at people, people are not sleeping, and pillows are in a mess. When I got up hand in hand, the house was silent, and I saw scattered stars crossing the river. How about the evening? The night is midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low. But when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly.
Beauty is easy to be old and sad, and her hair becomes blood, which is endless.
At the beginning of my heart, I am afraid of paying by mistake, caressing the lyre and loving my heart. There are several degrees of spring breeze in the autumn moon, with beautiful colors swaying and white hair turning blue. If you open your mouth late, you will be afraid of getting in the way, and your fingers will be sad. The water has fallen in a hurry, the peach blossoms are still there, and the temples are like snow.
3. Poetry describing the withering beauty.
1, there is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
-Interpretation of Cao Xueqin's "Burying Flowers": Spring goes and spring comes, the beauty is old, how the flowers are thanked, and how people die, no one will pay attention. 2, beauty is old, and beauty is instantaneous.
-Interpretation of Jin Yong's "Fairy Songs Win or Lose Success or Failure": People's faces will get old with a flick of their fingers, describing that time passes too fast and people are easy to get old. 3, but the vegetation is scattered, fearing that the beauty will come late.
-Interpretation of "Songs of the South and Lisao" in the Warring States Period: I can't help but worry that the beauty is getting older when I think of the constant withering of vegetation. 4, just after crossing the river, looking forward to the ceremony, the beauty is late.
Hate acacia, hate heartless, dream of breaking Xizhou Road. -"an inch of gold? Lotus: Peng Qing Dynasty translation: I am trying to extract the diary of meeting each other through meetings, but I am old.
Telling the pain of acacia, only hatred without affection, the dream failed on Xizhou Road. 5, the curtain rolls west and the sun sets, and the beauty is late.
-"Eight Poems of Autumn, Original Rhyme of Autumn Industry Department" translated by Xu Nanying in Qing Dynasty: The curtain is rolled up, the wind is blowing, the sunset is shining obliquely, and the world is getting older.
4. Poems about women getting old
The poem describing "women get old" is as follows:
1, there is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened. -Li Bai
2. Beauty is old, and first frost is gone in autumn. -Luo Hanzi
3, there is no sad song for me, I don't know if flowers fall and people die. -Zhao Yan
4. I also believe that beauty is a soil after all, and it is too hasty to dream. —— Wang Xizhi
5, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Meng Xi
6. Since ancient times, beauties have been sighing late, but heroes can't see their hoary heads. -Bai Juyi
7, beauty drunk, Zhu Yan more drunk. -Li Bai
8. Ice muscles naturally thin, and then fly away. -Wang Anshi
9. She no longer powdered her face with her own hands, nor put a silk robe on her shoulders ... —— Du Fu
10, beauty covers the present, but lotus flowers are ashamed. -Du Fu
1 1, there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless. -Du Mu
12, people are like the moon, and their wrists are frozen with frost and snow. -Li Bai
13, Conversation Laughs at Peach Blossoms and Clouds; Cherry blossoms bloom on the lips, and pomegranate teeth are fragrant. -Lily Lee
14, quiet as flowers shining on the water, moving as wind helps willows. -He Qing
15, don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. -Bai Juyi