Nine quatrains
consummate art/skill
The blood and tears of the Spring Shirt were veiled and blown into the home of Chu Shi, Lin Bu.
There are 300 plum trees on the ridge, and the azaleas are in a hurry.
Juejue 2
The new makeup is actually competing with painting. Where is Zhaoyang?
The thin shadow shines from the spring. You must have pity on me.
Jueju 3
Where is the painting column of two birds, Zhu Zhu seems to be green.
Now a few people with poor literary talents are also against the west.
Quatrains 4
How does the pulse dissolve the ripples and how does Furong wake up?
My concubine reflects the water in the mirror. I wonder who fell worse in Qiu Si?
Quatrain five
The female monitor of Yingying Jingu, a hymn of all geisha.
Until the death of the landlord, Lun Ji was a romantic solution.
Juejue6
My hometown is not afraid of the height of two peaks, but I fell asleep last night.
It is said that Zhejiang tide has faith, and Zhejiang tide is like Guangling tide.
Quatrain seven
Before kowtowing to Master Ciyun, there was nowhere to live in the west and nowhere to live in the sky.
I would like to sprinkle a drop of water from a poplar branch as a lotus flower on earth.
Four lines and eight poems
The grass is shining in the west, and the letter calls for an outing.
After pouring a glass of wine into Xiao Su's grave, we can see that my concubine is the right person.
Juejue liquor
You can't hear the cold rain in the secluded window, so you can watch the peony pavilion with the light on.
Xiaoqing is the only person in the world who is crazy about me.
Ancient poetry
The snow pavilion doesn't flow, but the old clouds press the new ones.
Come and pop the pen out of the window. Lan Song Xiuchu is my building.
Hanging curtains only worries about the good scenery, rolling curtains is afraid of the wind.
No one can know the difficulty of hanging curtains.
Yang Guifei's poems
The only one who came back was Lao Zhumen.
Sunset is a peach blossom shadow, knowing that it is the soul of a graceful girl.
Words:
fairy
Wenxi married Zhao Jun, and Xiaoqing continued her debt of gratitude. Thanks to a black wind, I got off the steamer and came out soon, just to cool off.
It's not Yuanyang school, so don't guess it's acacia. Self-reflection, self-explanation, self-discussion, the heart can exist, the soul can exist, and the shirt is twisted with double straps.
The remaining three sentences in Nanxiangzi
..... Count the weary through illness rain in the middle of the night, not much, only half the time.
2. What are the poems of "Ice and Iron Lotus Blossom"? 1. "Small mirror of night boat"-Wu Wenying in Song Dynasty
The square mirror is very small. Sparse, clean, not a speck of dust.
The ancient fragrance is deep, the palace pot is changed, and it is good to keep it in the four seasons.
Meishan is graceful upstairs. Meng Xiang, Shu Zhen Qingxiao.
And the lotus blossoms, the acacia screen is warm, and the jade leaks to remind the morning.
2. Goodbye to Double Lotus-Wu Mi in Song Dynasty
I just came to see the full moon at the beginning of the month, opened the pool twice and joined Tielian.
Gary still comes occasionally. He knows he has a good year.
3. "Two Rhymes with Shi Shuanglian"-Yuan Shuoyou in Song Dynasty
Political incompetence is only a personnel problem, so you should be kind to Wu Bian.
I occasionally bring Shuangmai to my hometown, and now I'm applying.
The poet was stunned by the gardener's creativity. He needed a new pair of couplets.
You have to pretend to be old if you pass the news.
4. Two poems mourning Ye-Shen in Ming Dynasty
The scoundrel cried to heaven, hoping that his son would get eternal love.
Don't be a flower angel, for fear of worrying about Dillian.
5. partridge sky-anonymous
In May, it was misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the distant mountains splashed with ink like blue.
On both sides of Qinhuai River, willows are weeping in the pool and boats are swaying.
The waves are like cymbals, drunk and beautiful, swaying against the shadows.
Deep in the lotus root, there are fields with leaves and lotus leaves.
6. "A bouquet of flowers, ode to the emperor lotus"-Qing Nalan Xingde
Yu Pei's clothes are on. She is relatively red.
The lotus root wind sends Ling Bo, bowing his head to speak softly.
An affectionate and bitter heart returns to the pulse of the sunset.
The color is fragrant, and the moon is small.
Peach roots and leaves are always together, accompanied by diligent two-bedroom mandarin ducks.
Rice floats, Shen Yun is dark, I send Xiaoxiang and dreams.
7. "Worship Ciyun Temple"-Deming Feng Xiaoqing
Before kowtowing to Lan Yun, nothing can live in the west, and nothing can live in the sky.
I would like to sprinkle a drop of water from a poplar branch as a lotus flower on earth.
Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.
Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water.
The color is the same, but the lotus root is different.
Bloom, who joined the world in hope, added a side effect to this surprise.
Show the finale in late spring, why not spit incense later?
Ling Bo leans against the jade platform, and she plays with water.
There is no need to drink noodles, blushing is two kinds of feelings.
Thousands of nuclei are the foundation, and the jade skin and ice muscles are floating.
3. Seeking: A river of spring water, a poem about the Yangtze River, is a romantic figure through the ages. Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
The stars leaned down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the river.
Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu and climb up the mountain.
The lonely sail is far away, but I can send Meng Haoran to Guangling in the sky of the Yangtze River.
Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Baiwang Tianmen Mountain.
The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river flows into the river (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")
References:
"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai
"This water runs through the heavens and the earth, and the mountains are there but not there." Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
"Long waves push forward waves, and even the mountains are cracked"-[Tang] Bai Juyi.
"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai
References:
4. A poem about Du Fu's "Shaoling Night Old Man", mourning for the head (Shaoling Night Old Man swallowed and cried)-.
There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? . I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot. The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow. Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.
A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news. Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers.
When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south. Note: Shaoling is old at night: Du Fu calls himself.
Qujiang: It's near Xi today. No Return: At that time, Yang Guifei hanged Ma Yupo.
Analysis: This poem was written in the spring of the second year of Zhide (756). The year before last, on the way to Suzong in Lingwu, the poet was taken to Chang 'an by the rebels in An Lushan, and later escaped.
What is written in the poem is the desolate scene seen in Chang 'an at that time, recalling the grand occasion of the past, and the feelings of grief and indignation run through the whole article.
5. Huang Qiao's poems describing dusk.
Words describing dusk are:
The sunset glow is colorful and mottled with light and shadow. The sunset glow drops a little, and the sunset in the west is like blood, filled with smoke. The bird returns to the lantern in Hualin. At the beginning of the night, the sun sets, and the sun sets. The sun is setting all over the sky. The setting sun is melting gold, the setting sun is getting thinner, and the setting sun is getting thinner in Sang Yu. The west wind is fading, and the twilight is boundless.
Poems describing dusk are:
1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
2. When Jiang Hui saw the flower watch, he knew it was at the west gate of Xunyang. Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk.
3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.
At dusk, Nansha ebbs, the moonlight is covered with sand, and autumn snow is falling. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.
5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.
6. In front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, there are trees and cicadas all over the ground. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.
7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.
8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The sentences describing dusk are:
1, the sunset left a long shadow, a piece of blood red. ..... The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Covered with citrus forests and narrow Gua Tian; The sun is a kind of squeezed grape purple mixed with burgundy red.
2. Every evening, the thick and heavy clouds in the sky can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap in the sunset, just like a fish rolling golden scales occasionally in the rough sea.
There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with all kinds of dishes on the warm table, and mixed into a special taste. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.
The sky is getting dark and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole xx Mountain. There is only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood at the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Although it is summer, he still feels a little chilly. He stood there quietly, saying nothing, as if nothing existed.
There is always no sense of demarcation at night. God, whether it's black or not; The light, should I turn it on or not? Should the curtains be closed or not?
6. The sun has passed through at night.
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