Poetry describing color

Poems describing colors are:

1, Jiangnan Spring by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

Translation:

Birds are singing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of waterside villages.

There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.

2. Song Yang Wanli's Two Songs from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao to Lin Zifang (Second Song)

Original text:

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Translation:

The Xizi Lake in June is really special, and its beautiful scenery is very different from other seasons.

The green lotus leaves are endless, the red sun and lotus flowers set each other off, and the color is particularly bright and charming red.

3. The thrush of Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty

Original text:

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.

Translation:

When I came to the Woods, I saw blackbirds flying freely on the branches full of red, purple and purple mountain flowers, and heard them singing happily with their hearts on the high and low treetops.

I can't help feeling that if they are locked up, even in expensive birdcages, they won't sing such beautiful songs.

4. Su Shi's gift to Liu Jingwen in Northern Song Dynasty.

Original text:

The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.

Good years must be remembered, it is orange.

Translation:

The lotus flower withered, even the lotus leaf holding the rain withered, and only the flower branch that defeated the chrysanthemum stood proudly in the frost.

You must remember that the best scenery in a year is in the late autumn and early winter when oranges are golden and green.

5. Bai Juyi's Three Notes on Jiangnan in Tang Dynasty (I).

Original text:

Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Translation:

How beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is. I have been familiar with it for a long time. Spring is coming, the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river greener than blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?

6. "Singing Goose" by Luo in the early Tang Dynasty

Original text:

White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.

White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.

Translation:

"Goose! Goose! Goose! "

Facing the blue sky, a flock of geese are singing with their necks bent.

Snow-white feathers float on the green water, and the red soles of the feet paddle like boat oars.

7. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Translation:

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths; Small lights, flashing fishing boats on the river look at the flowers with dew. Tomorrow morning, Chengdu will be full of flowers.