Thousands of embroidered poems 1. Silk poems
Silk is a "noble" in textiles, rich and calm, and does not need painting.
Its quality is its trademark, and it shines when it is born. Silk is reminiscent of the lake, breeze, gentle waves, round fans, jasmine, butterflies and bamboo in Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Silk should belong to classical women, especially oriental women. Make a long-sleeved shirt, a long skirt hanging to the ground, a shawl, etc. Elegant and reserved, it can set off the taste of oriental women.
It is precisely because diaosi, like a woman, is exquisite, can't be rude, and needs to be served with heart. Weaving palindromes is a heavy brocade, and the demon nature of the country is gorgeous.
Shuttles ring in the quiet night to promote spring, the leaves should be sparse, the flowers should be clever and dense. You can learn to write a sunflower by imitating a bird.
Show too late, moths are eager for disease; At first glance, it is smashed into pieces, or turned into a horse. Words flow in spring, and precepts come out.
So it is almost profound and clear; Zhu Yan began to think, and Jane began to understand. At the beginning, the suspected fragrant trees fell into the stream; Major General An Yan, if the sun shines on the bottom of the pool.
The five long winds have not dispersed, and the flowers have been washed by light rain. You are exposed to the forest cliff and out of the spring hole; Turn slowly and the wind will slow down.
Change back to phoenix slightly, and all the dances are phoenixes. A butterfly is far away, and Jiao Ying wants to make it.
Taking advantage of the spring harvest, the king paid tribute. Its color is heavy and bright, green as forbidden willow and red as palace flower.
Silk, free from the fresh life, is the pure life of silkworm, and then karma will come to your side, complete another cocoon breaking, and then snuggle up next to you, know a lot of things in your heart and tell you herself silently. Silk is the sound of falling into eyelashes. When you are not listening, it tells itself that it is far away, lonely and beautiful without shadow.
Put on silk in the hot sun, and the summer heat will calm down all the way. Smooth skin, cool mood and clear head.
At this time, the silk is like a fresh air floating on the blue lotus, with the smell of green, the smell of water, the smell of opening the window in the morning, and the joy in the eyes; Just like a strand of hair scattered between sleepy eyes, it gives you a loose grip on the bun you pick up at will. At this time, you left your eyes, walked to the mountains and forests, and walked on the wet stone road with dew.
Like water, silk wades into the wind with you, perhaps drifting away from your skin, so that you can breathe more lightly and comfortably at a little distance, and she is also immersed in joy and elegance. So, in this way, you have turned yourself into a Wei Yun and returned to some distant and beautiful places that have been restored.
When the weather is cool, filar silk will gradually fade away from the warm color, as calm as the unmanned water in the evening, and be swept away by the lightest wind, which looks like slow motion. Once empty, I can't see if that cloud is still underwater.
The deeper the season, the thinner it will look, and the colder it will be. In fact, her coolest expression is just the distant flute sound in the mountains with the moon.
Silk, fade out some feelings, do not have to hold an oil-paper umbrella, sadly into the deep rain lane. The eyes are comfortable, not even bound, never bound.
Elegant and euphemistic, pure and indifferent. She is neither charming nor beautiful.
With you, you can be rich or poor, you can be high-profile or bright, you can be lonely or silent. Even if a corner of the day is covered with moss, even if you are in the dark, or locked at the bottom of the cupboard, you must indulge in the worn-out old bronze mirror and the harsh sound of the phonograph.
Outside the wooden lattice window, every generation has the smell of sunshine or wet and cold rain, which is decadent and expensive without touching human fireworks. Silk can be the morning light as clear as glass or the night air as clear as water. It can be a girl next door with beautiful hair, or it can be a warm and peaceful elderly mother.
Silk, like snow, belongs only to women, and even the gentle gentleman's eyes can't get rid of the silky look. If you invite her to hand you her hand, she will never exert herself, but she will slide down with a light touch.
Therefore, using such harsh words on silk will definitely make people cherish it. But diaosi is always old, and she is also wandering in the wind and moon.
Old silk, the face will be dim, and the temples will gradually frost. And when you feel sorry for her, she must not have the slightest melancholy and sigh, but smiled at you in a gentle tone: "What does that matter?" Therefore, very old silk is still in my collection, and now it has slipped through my wrist, and it is still very expensive and smooth.
I like to taste the delicate light marks of years on her face, and I hope that one day, I will do the same. In the days with silk, the tone is just gently revealed from the eyes, floating in the wind.
So cicada-like troubles did not reach the depths of Bitan, and it was calm. In silence, I gradually felt some inner reserve begin to surge. It's a pure and pure concentration, so full that I want to overflow, integrate with oxygen-rich time and space, and integrate with a better life. In this way, I made silk
This shining silk in my eyes can also be pulled out of my own life, thus weaving silk days. Clouds and clear silks make people want to care and comfort those days and people who come to them in her delicate and gentle way. From then on, she was peaceful, forgot the troubled past, and returned to the time when filar silk flowed wholeheartedly.
Smooth as water, soft as smoke, elegant as clouds, like an ink painting, the texture of tobacco is rendered soft under the infiltration of rain and breeze. Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color.
Like an infatuated fairy, standing slim in the pear blossom, crying and feeling sorry for herself, like an affectionate teenager, staring at a lonely heart by the sunset river. Beautiful and sad scenery, ethereal attachment echoed by water droplets on a moonlit night, and lingering sadness of the soul on a rainy night.
My fair lady, clear water gives birth to hibiscus. Why not linger in the city and feel the elegant fragrance?
Unique national costumes set off autumn moon and spring flowers. Looking back and smiling, the fragrance is overflowing, and the beautiful colors cover the present. The lotus is shy and graceful, dancing and dancing lightly under the moving posture.
Mrs. Sandy, dressed in a graceful cheongsam, is graceful, smiling like a flower, with a gentle sound of jade, a bright moon like a light cloud, and snow like a return air. Didn't you see the silk satin, full of charm, praised by all gods, and the fairy danced?
Beautiful! Sanchi had a good time, but his leaves were in trouble. It's fun to meet a gentleman. Sanchi does. Its leaves are covered with grain, so why are you unhappy when you see a gentleman?
Sanchi has, its leaves are very quiet, seeing both gentlemen and sound hole glue. I love my heart, but I don't care if I am far away. If I hide it in the center, I won't forget it.
2. What are the poems about "a thousand miles"
1、
Fisherman, the waves are interested in Wan Li snow.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The waves mean a thousand miles of snow, and the peach blossoms are silent. How many people are happy with a pot of wine and a stick?
2、
Shake autumn, don't come to hear from me for thousands of miles.
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Those screens are used to see the flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, listening to the rain in the rain, and the lovesickness in the heart in the rain. How many times have I been sleepless all night? She climbed the tall building and looked down at the sky. The sky was wide and gloomy, and there was no trace of anyone, which made people more sad and haggard.
The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far and the clouds are dark, only gaunt. There was a red candle burning in the hall, and the flame was long and short, and there was a bitter tear of acacia.
3、
Jiangnan spring
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
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.
4、
At Helen's cabin.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
5、
Baidi City was released in advance.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
3. Poems describing embroidery
1, Jumping Altair, Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom. -All the Way to the Altair from the Han Dynasty
Altair can be seen far away in the southeast of the Milky Way, and Vega is bright and bright in the west of the Milky Way. The weaver girl is waving her long white hands, and the loom keeps ringing.
2, the sick mood is always embarrassing, and when you are sleepy, you can't help but pity. I turned my needle and thread in front of the window. -"Shallow Painting of Perfume Brush Purple Mian in Huanxisha" Song Dynasty: Chen Ke
After recovering from a serious illness, I always feel depressed and exhausted, so I can't go out. I can only walk under the small window and sew slowly.
3, the embroidered bed with thread is tired and fragrant. -"Xijiang Tian Yue Xianxiu Bed Tired" Song: Wu Wenying
In the winter solstice night of poor families, women sat in front of embroidered beds and embroidered all night. Although people are very tired, they continue to embroider with silk thread. The only thing that means "winter solstice" is to light a bunch of incense to worship God and tilt the cigarette to the sky.
4. There are beautiful flowers in front of the sunset hall, vying for a small pen to go to bed. Embroidered into a peaceful place in the spring garden, which attracted orioles to plant wicker. -"Looking at Zhengzhou's prostitutes embroidering in the green Langzhong" Tang Dynasty: Hu Lingneng
In the twilight, the flowers in front of the hall are beautiful. A group of lovely embroidered mothers are vying to take pens and embroidered beds to sketch. Turn into a beautiful screen, quietly enter the garden, make the oriole curious and leave the wicker.
5. Embroider five elements with weak lines and blow six floating ashes. -"Xiaozhi" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Embroidery women workers can embroider more colorful silk threads because the days are getting longer, and the six methods of blowing pipes have already been stirred up.
4. Describe hydrangea poems
hydrangea
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty | Author: Xie Zhen
The high branches are carved with rain, and the flowers and white jade balls are pressed.
Strange to kill my heart, who looks at the moon with a shutter?
Jade butterfly (jade hydrangea)
Song Dynasty: Zhang Yan
To be melted, this bloom, spring is round. The blank window is deep and the stars are hanging in the blue sky. Yang Fangcong, with low snow feather, is concise and plain, competing for ice cicada. Xiangxi Garden. A few mistakes, the moon swings.
If you want to find a place to make incense, you will find a fragrant water and Juanjuan is empty. Who will steal the jade chain when you come back? Try to tie the mandarin duck brocade belt for easy movement, parrot bead curtain. Before the later period. There are countless plums, because of the cuckoo.
Hydrangea is elegant and charming.
Year: Yuan Author: Zhang Yu
The hydrangea Spring Festival Evening is getting cold, and the trees are covered with delicate snow.
Flowers fell everywhere, and butterflies suddenly flew into a ball.
A hairpin's head should be too heavy to wear, but it looks good to throw it casually in her hand.
The goddess next to the cool jathyapple arrived, and the feather car was stolen.
Four wonders hydrangea
Red flowers and yellow flowers are flowers,
Green shoots. Green shoots are all buds.
Bloom Mao Ye is getting married,
Who is the love hydrangea?
Two "Water Temple Throwing the Ball"
Tang dynasty: Li
Huang Hunxiao banquet has not stopped, and the jade steps flow like night.
Chaolai consciously owes the most, and Xiaoqian recognizes hydrangea next to others.
I hate the emperors of the Sui family, dancing and rubbing mandarin ducks.
What matters now is pitching, not the golden stove.
Xie Zhen (1495~ 1575) was a poet of Buyi nationality in Ming Dynasty. Mao Qin, No.4 Tuoshan Road, Linqing City, Shandong Province. At the age of sixteen, he wrote Yue Fu Shang Diao, which was widely circulated. After studying in stages, he deliberately wrote songs and poems, and his temperament was well known. During the Jiajing period, he traveled to Beijing with his poems and established poetry clubs with Li Panlong and Wang Shizhen. He is one of the "later seven sons" and advocates imitating the poetry of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He advocated "choosing the best from Du Li's fourteen schools, so as to be familiar with it, capture the air, sing the tune and figure out the essence." After Li Panlong was excluded, he cut off the name of "seven sons" and wandered among the captives, finally ending up in a cloth. His poems are famous for their quatrains, profound skills and stable sentence patterns. He has written four poems and four poems.
Zhang Yan (1248-1320), whose real name was Yutian, was Le Xiaowen in his later years. My ancestral home is Fengxiang, Shaanxi. The sixth ancestor, Zhang Jun, was a famous general in Song Dynasty. My father, Zhang Shu, is an important member of the "West Lake Singing Society", who has a wonderful understanding of melody and is closely related to famous poets. Zhang Yan lived in Lin 'an for the first half of his life, but after the death of the Song Dynasty, his family declined and he drifted in his later years. He is the author of Baiyun Ci in the Mountains, with 302 words. Another important contribution of Zhang Yan is that he founded the earliest monograph of Ci in China, Etymology, and summarized the main artistic thoughts and achievements of the elegant Ci school in the late Song Dynasty, in which "emptiness" and "elegance" were the main propositions.
5. drizzle poem
1. Man Jianghong [Yue Fei]
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque
2. Su Shi's "Huanxisha"
The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.
3. Time: Tang Author: Du Fu
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.
4. Autumn Rain Leaving Xiangjiang River Year: Song Author:
Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.
The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.
Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?
Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.
5. "Crying at night is stormy last night" Year: Tang Author: Li Yu
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage often drips on the pillow, so he can't sit on his back.
The world flows with water, which is a dream.
Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
6. Send Yuan Er to Anxi Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
6. Poetry about fruitful results
grape
-Tang
The golden valley is cool, and the green beads are drunk.
If you don't collect beads at night, the moon will become clear.
Fuzao
-Wang Song Anshi
Peach planting is handed down from the past, and jujube planting is what you want. In fact, it is a beautiful fruit, and the material is good. I'm willing to go into my neighbor's house, but I'm still greedy. What's more, in the autumn plate, it will be satisfied soon. The wind falls on James Zhu, and the sun wrinkles ruby. Appreciate the past and record poems. When pregnant, the tree is flat and the ground is flat. Anyone who eats in the clouds is unconscious. Celebrate the sacred birthday in the wide courtyard and participate in cooking. I am willing to vote with my heart, and the emperor will give a candle.
White cherry
-Don yeyu (a poem by Wei Zhuang)
Several plants were planted on the steps of the Queen Mother, and there was nothing in the crystal curtain.
Only on the golden plate of Hanwu, the dew of Shanshan was sprinkled.
"The presented cherries were distributed to courtiers (under ambiguous circumstances)."
-Don Hanvo
Before Xu Ying stole out of the Han Palace, she went to the forest and entered the semi-golden cage.
Sugarcane pith is cold from the silver cup, while Zhu Ming is red from the jade bowl.
Everyone hates it all the time, and so does your taste.
It should be difficult for first frost to eat Berberis. It should be embroidered in the screen window.
cherry
-Song Chenyu Yi
In April, the yellow birds in the south of the Yangtze River are fat and the cherries are full of sunshine.
Although it is a rare encounter in the red English plate, it is like a cage.
New Cherry and Peijie's Scholars
Don Mutu
If the new wine is really sweet, purple orchids should not be served. I suspect that I stole the dragon's chin and the color won the rooster's crown. The fire in the distance is faintly discernible, and the stars are vividly visible. Maoxian tastes good, and Manqian hates stealing. Endure cooking cheese and never play with the jade plate. If time flies, Jiuhua Dan is unnecessary.
cherry
-Hu
Pomegranate is still young. I love four or five plants of this mountain flower.
In front of the court, a thousand pieces of blue oil leaked red beads.
Cherry in Xie Yang Upper Shu Hui
-Don Lu Yanrang
Full of false red, afraid of shaking, ministers all know to return the cherry.
Rubbing blue still brings fresh leaves, and splashing blood still wears out.
10,000 real pearls are smashed, and a mass of nectar melts.
In spring, old diseases are particularly rare, and eating intestines is like fire.
Begging for cherries
-Tang Qiji
I gave this flower poem last year, when I heard that Nanyuan was familiar with it.
Chewing red incense is like changing bones, picking up residual Dan and burning branches.
Yinger should be drunk to peek at her heart, and passers-by is also stupid to peek at her heart.
It is said that a feast is like a pearl tree, you can climb down from it and leave.
Wuyingtao
-Don Bai Juyi
Han Tao says Wu Dong is the best, and its fragrance is fresh and rich.
Qiaqia looked up with thousands of flowers, and two or three flowers danced on her face.
Birds will catch fire when they steal food, and people will break pearls when they struggle.
Unfortunately, the days after the Ming Dynasty should be gone forever.
Give Guan Bai cherry and Wang Wei.
-Tang Cui Xingzong
Looking forward to it, cherry tin in the sky is at this time.
Zhu's Biography of Jiuhuatang is full of flowers and old branches.
Don't take the swallow, Jiangnan orange, Moby Pan's big bone pear.
The smell of Taoism is lewd, and Shennong's herbal medicine should know it.
pomegranate
Anonymous Tang
Autumn clouds cicada, Sophora leaves together, pomegranate fragrance is low. Purple poppy dyed rosy clouds, red rhinoceros wrapped in yellow wax paper. Jade carving curling is wet, and the spots are like tears in Hunan and Hubei. Xiao Niang's first marriage is bittersweet and chews thousands of grains of water.
pomegranate
-Don Li Shangyin
The willow branches are graceful, the pomegranate membrane is light and bright, and the pomegranate seeds are fresh and tender.
Can envy the peach trees in Yaochi, with a thousand years of red cheeks.
Yan ting fu Yangmei
-Bird Yu
The top of the crane is round, full of gluten and millet, and the precious leaves wash the sky. Dear, the cloud cage is far away, and the pulse is full of red spring teeth. The bones are changed into cinnabar, and the smile is sour. Who remembers? I once asked about the spectrum of Xiling, the shade of Qing Zi. Your family respected you several times before. You picked the stars in the sky and got drunk with others. The dishes are delicate, dark red, floating and sinking half a basin of fat water. Cherish the fruit, but indulge in writing, for birds and plums. Fight for. Get Yue Nv and Wu Ji.
Look at bayberry on the neck.
-Song Luyou
Households in the mountains are busy with plum blossoms, and the fire is in the land of the emperor.
Fine woven cages set each other off, and Hua Qing said litchi baskets.
"It's still a real papaya."
-Song Luyou
Xuancheng embroidered melons have strange fragrance and are occasionally placed on the pillow.
What is the common use of six roots? I smell my nose instead of my tongue.