Poetry about elegance 1. What are the ancient poems about elegance?
Singing twelve rhymes of tea (Tang Pai Lv)
Let a hundred herbs be the spirit, and work first. Gump's words spread all over the world, and your name was before the fire.
There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time. The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing.
The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bones is weak. Research the sky column ring, pick around Shu.
Foucault sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies in shock during the day. The horn is full of fragrance and the furnace is green.
Remember the cold spring at night, and think differently. When the pine branches rotate, mica slides down.
The words sent by experts are quite expensive, so it's better not to put them in the cupboard. I have tried to practice the law, and Mr. Lu is wonderful.
Baota poem "One-character to Seven-character Poetry Tea" (Tang Yuanzhen)
Tea,
-Fragrant leaves, buds,
-poets, love monks.
-Grinding and carving white jade, Luo Zhihong yarn.
-stir-fry Huangrui in a flat pan and turn the bowl into dust.
-invite the bright moon after night and light the morning glow before morning.
Wash away the tireless people of ancient and modern times, and you can't boast when you are drunk.
Cha (Tang Shu Sun)
The pavilion cooks fragrant tea, and the shed curtains the jade ditch; When the lamp comes out of the tripod, the shadow of the hairpin is heavy;
The servant girl holds the spring sleep and tastes the dusk sorrow; Because of sitting for a long time, the moon turns to the night makeup building.
Summer Leisure (Tang Zhangji)
Many diseases are popular, and I lived quietly for another year. The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried.
Grass has eyes, and the worm flies late. At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain.
Shangshuhui Lamian Noodles Tea (Tang Xu Drink)
Wuyi spring is warm and the moon is full, and new buds are adopted to offer immortals; Flying magpies are printed into fragrant wax slices, and monkeys are in the stream by Mulan boat.
Golden trough and agarwood powder, ice bowl with light smoke; Gifts know the difference, and it is appropriate to cook Beishan Spring at night.
2. What poems describe "elegance"
1. The thin shadow is shallow and the dusk is fragrant.
2. Three glasses and two glasses of light wine.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Xiaomei from the mountain garden
The original poem is:
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
In this poem, he described plum blossom as extraordinary, beautiful and lovely, vividly portrayed, and used far-reaching words, which enhanced Mei's character and enriched the realm of his works, and it was amazing to read. This poem successfully depicts the elegant charm of plum blossom, and is even more praised as Yongmei's eternal swan song.
Three cups and two glasses of wine, written by Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty.
The original poem is: looking for, lonely, sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Looking for it hard, only to find that it is deserted. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!
3. What poems describe "elegance"?
1. The thin shadow is shallow and the dusk is fragrant.
2. Three cups and two glasses of wine are thin and shallow, and a faint fragrance comes at dusk. The original poem from Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden is: All fragrant people shake off their beauty and occupy a small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars. In this poem, he described the plum blossom as extraordinary, beautiful and lovely, vividly described, with far-reaching words, which enhanced the character of plum blossom and enriched the realm of his works. It's amazing to read. This poem successfully depicts the charm of plum blossom, and it is also known as Yongmei's eternal swan song.
Three cups and two glasses of wine, from the original poem "Looking for Slow Sound" by Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty: seeking, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Looking for it hard, only to find that it is deserted. How can it not make people sad?
It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word! .
4. Poetry about elegance
In ancient times: the white dew was frost, and the so-called Iraqis were on the water side.
Follow it back, the road is blocked and long, swim back from it and swim in the water. -"The Book of Songs, Qin Feng" swept off your feet and set sail.
Temporarily moored on the south bank of the Chu River. Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment.
The water is wide, the geese are flat, and the dance is scattered. Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition.
The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow. Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here.
It's too late to feel tired. Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes.
Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion. The grass is wide and the afterglow is full.
There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away. The sixth-order light smoke is still there, and the stream is bright.
The peach beside the stream is shallow and apricot deep, and the spring scenery is all dyed. Last night, the bottom of the pillow was used as a beach moraine where the ship was parked.
Wave fishing flute. I had a good dream and was surprised. I wanted to go back in my dream.
The exhibition turned into insomnia, so I got hurt. Miss is more charming, and Qian Shan, who is close at hand, is separated.
They are all affectionate and close, and they are reluctant to part. The weather is fine.
Loneliness should be remembered in the dark. It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building.
Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke.
Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk.
When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt.
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. Who watches the west wind in Huanxisha? It's cool alone, the yellow leaves are rustling, the windows are closed and sparse, and the past is in meditation. Sunset is caused by wine. Mo Jingchun's sleep and gambling are heavy. At this time, the only way is to pour tea. If the life of friends in Cambodia is like love at first sight, the autumn wind is bleak and the painting fans are idle, but they have changed their hearts, but they have changed their hearts. The night is fine, the rain bell doesn't ring, the spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling catkins touch the pastoral curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring and looks sad; Hoe the flowers out of the country curtains with both hands and endure falling flowers again and again. Willow and elm pods come from wheat straw. Whether peaches are floating or Li Fei, peaches and plums will appear again next year. Who knows in the boudoir next year? When the fragrant nest was first built in March, the swallow in the beam was too ruthless; Although we can peck at flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to an empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps; Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; The blue light shines on the wall, people are sleeping for the first time, and the windows are not warm! Complaining is double the pain? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Without a trick, I hid my love with a pure land.
Clean the quality, clean it up, and don't let it fall into the ditch. If you die today and bury it, you don't know when you will die! The person who buried the flowers today is laughing. I knew who it was when I buried it! Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! Autumn wind ci Li Bai autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, leaves gather and disperse, and western Western jackdaw is surprised. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. If I had known this, I would have stumbled. Why didn't you know each other at first? Modern: all the endings of youth have been written, all the tears have already started, but suddenly I forget how it started. In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how hard I try to pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and gradually fades away. After sunset, fate opened the yellow title page and bound it badly with tears. I read and reread, but I have to admit that youth is a book written too hastily-Murong Xizhi Oak If I love you-/If I love you-/Never learn spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity.
/Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other. /But nobody understood us. /You have your copper branches and iron shafts. /Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd. /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, lightning and thunder; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. Affection and love have been dismantled, installed and dismantled. After countless days and nights, I finally assembled my heart into an accurate balance. The left atrium is full of deep affection, and the right ventricle is full of deep love, swinging quiet thoughts from side to side. I carefully ground it into a fine pointer and kept swinging between affection and love. After countless times of weighing, I finally found that no matter how many years have passed, changing the weight, the affection thicker than water can always tilt the pointer from love to him, because time is always like. A clever magician, he always makes love like a beautiful fireworks, a flash in the pan. Only when it is calm, can he find that the most unforgettable love in the world will eventually become an eternal family relationship with blood thicker than water. The night gives me black eyes and a white world, but what I see is boundless darkness. Without the guidance of the sun, I can only struggle in the dark and find an indifferent answer. The swamp swallowed my thoughts, and the silent cry floated in the night sky, looking pale and powerless. There is nothing I can do, but let myself sink bit by bit, and hear the sound of tears freezing in the frenzied darkness. My heart is floating in the night sky, and I close my eyes at night, and my tears are like meteors. I searched for the speed of light in the boundless darkness, but I ended up at the end of the galaxy and died silently. No star will understand where my heart is, standing on the edge of the Milky Way, quietly watching the sad light from Polaris, feeling the desolation of the Arctic, and the Antarctic glaciers on the distant earth are melting into sad rain, floating in my heart bit by bit. Didi touched the past wounds, and the vows that had been hurt were gradually washed away by tears in the rain, and then I left Cambridge gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. On the soft mud
5. What poems describe elegance?
1, two songs to drink Chuqing Lake after rain, the second song.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Meng)
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with water waves. In the sunshine, radiant, beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.
2. Qingpingdiao (1)
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
See brilliant clouds, think of gorgeous clothes, see gorgeous flowers, think of people's looks. If I hadn't met her at the top of Qunyushan Mountain, I would have met her in the moonlight of Yaochi.
3. Bodhisattva, everyone says Jiangnan is good.
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain.
The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. In spring, the river is clear and green, bluer than the sky. Visitors can fall asleep listening to the rain on the painted boat. The woman selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant is very beautiful, and her arms are as white as snow when selling wine. Don't go back to your hometown when you are young, it will be extremely sad to go home.
4. Erotic resentment
Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
In the early years, I was misled by beauty and fell into the palace. I'm not too lazy to dress up in front of the mirror. Ok, ok, not on the pretty face; Finally, in order to please who, ask me to decorate.
The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick. I really miss my female companion in Yuexi Hu Sha every year; Song laughed and picked hibiscus casually.
In his early years, he was mistaken by beauty and slipped into the palace; I'm too lazy to dress up in the mirror. I'm not favored. Fortunately, it is not because of the beautiful face; Who are you trying to please? Tell me to freshen up. Birds crow and break dawn because of the warm spring breeze; When the sun reaches noon, the flower shadow will appear very thick. I really miss my female companion who washes yarn in Yuexi every year; Singing and laughing, picking hibiscus freely.
5, Zhongshan Ruzi concubine Song
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
I am an obedient concubine of Zhongshan, and I see Jane's characteristics.
Although not as good as Yan Nianmei, she was also a peerless beauty at that time.
Peach and plum come out of the deep well, and spring blossoms are shocking.
One is expensive and the other is cheap.
Lotus old autumn frost, a group of fans are ashamed and clean.
Miracle was sent to the market, which is the sorrow of all times.
The obedient concubine of King Zhongshan was loved by King Zhongshan only because of her beautiful appearance. Although not as good as Li Yannian's sister Li Furen, she was still a stunning beauty at that time. Peach and plum trees born in the courtyard patio are particularly gorgeous in the early spring. How can I decide whether I am expensive or cheap? It all depends on God's arrangement.
Hibiscus flowers gradually grow old and wither in the chilly autumn frost season, and the beauty's round fan has been unused for a long time and has been covered with dust. Mrs. Qi was so popular when she was in Gaozu, but she ended up in a miserable situation. Throughout the ages, the joys and sorrows of frustrated people are the same!