Poems about the harem 1. Ancient concubines introduced their poems.
Two curved eyebrows are like wrinkled cages,
A pair of eyes that look happy but are not.
The state has two sorrows, and it is sick.
Tears a little, breath slightly.
When it is quiet, it shines on the water like a beautiful flower.
Move like a weak willow.
The heart knows much more than the stem,
When I was young, I got sick and won three points.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The boudoir daughter is heartbroken and has nowhere to tell.
Take the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your own hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,
When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and sorrow kills and buries people in front of the steps.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half 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 bird is always hard to stay, and birds are ashamed of not swallowing flowers.
May slaves grow wings under their ribs and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Hide the wind without a trick.
It is better to clean up the quality than to pollute the ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
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!
2. Ancient poems describing the harem
Li Yannian-Beauty in the North
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country.
I'd rather not know the whole city and country, but it's hard to get another beautiful woman!
Bai Juyi in Palace Ci
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang. A beauty is broken before she gets old.
Gu Kuang in Palace Poems
Jade tower rises into the sky and plays bursts of music; The wind blows in the palace with the wind and goes with it. The moon palace moves, only listening to the monotonous ticking of the night leak; Rolling up the crystal curtains, I seem to be close to the Milky Way.
Feng Xue and Gong Ci
Early in the morning, the concubines on the 12 floor dressed up; Climb the tower and look forward to the king of kings. The door of the door is locked and the door of the door is locked inside. The copper dragon funnel is getting slower and slower, and the waiting time is longer.
After combing the bun, you should look in the mirror again and again, change your silk clothes again, and pay attention to adding some spices to smoke. From a distance, the flickering shadow of the main hall opened the curtain; I saw a maid with a short robe and embroidered trousers cleaning the imperial bed.
Zhu Qingyu in Palace Poems
The flowers are in full bloom, but the palace is closed; Beautiful ladies-in-waiting, standing on the porch watching spring. County magistrate Liu, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. No one dares to reveal his depression in front of the parrot.
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A maid-in-waiting lived 1000 miles away from home for twenty years. He Manzi, watch how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Ban Jieyu, a song of hate.
Newly cracked flowers are as bright as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Changxinqiu Ciwang Changling
The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost. Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Nishimiya Shinichi complained about Wang Changling in the spring.
Xigong night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain and hate it for a long time. Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun.
Give me bad luck, Du Shen Yan.
Grass green Nagato mask, forever moss green lane. Spoil a new love, tears fall, so love to stay.
Birds sing and dreams break, and flying flowers stir loneliness. I regret the spring, and the fans welcome the autumn.
Palace resentment Sima Zha
The willow color is uneven, and the ground is covered with paintings. Xiaoying cries and sends her worries to the palace. No one looks at the flowers every year, and the spring springs out of the ditch.
Gong hates Li Yi.
Dew wet and sunny, spring palace flowers, Zhaoyang blowing moon songs. It's like adding seawater to a crack in the palace and leaving Nagato for one night.
Liu Yuxi, a poet in spring
It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
3. Poems about the harem
The Everlasting Regret
Bai Juyi
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
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4. Ancient concubines introduced their own poems and created them themselves.
Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy.
The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly.
When you are free, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, and when you act, it looks like a weak willow tree. The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. In the boudoir, my daughter was heartbroken and had nowhere to tell. She took the flowers out of the embroidery room by hand and endured the falling flowers.
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing each other, and when they can shine brightly, once they drift, they are hard to find. Bloom is easy to see but hard to find. He was worried about killing the flower burying man in front of the steps. He leaned on the flower hoe and shed tears alone, and saw the blood stains on the branches above.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Blaming slaves is double pain, half pity and half trouble: pity suddenly turned into trouble and even 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 bird is always hard to stay, and birds are ashamed of not swallowing flowers.
May slaves grow wings under their ribs and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick.
It is better to clean up the quality than to pollute the ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
5. Poems describing harem concubines or harem life should be dual and original.
Li Yannian-"There are beauties in the north". There are beauties in the north. They are peerless and independent.
Take care of the city first, then the country. I'd rather not know the whole city and country, but it's hard to get another beautiful woman! "Gong Ci" Bai Juyi's tears were not exhausted, and the temple sang until midnight.
A beauty is broken before she gets old. "Gong Ci" Gu Kuang went to Lou Yu for half a day, and the wind sent Gong Yi to laugh and make peace.
The moon palace moves, only listening to the monotonous ticking of the night leak; Rolling up the crystal curtains, I seem to be close to the Milky Way. In Room 12 of Gong Ci Feng Xue, the ladies, all dressed up, looked at their master from a distance in the Xianjing Pavilion.
The door of the door is locked and the door of the door is locked inside. The copper dragon funnel is getting slower and slower, and the waiting time is longer. After combing the bun, you should look in the mirror again and again, change your silk clothes again, and pay attention to adding some spices to smoke.
From a distance, the flickering shadow of the main hall opened the curtain; I saw a maid with a short robe and embroidered trousers cleaning the imperial bed. "Gong Ci" Zhu Qingyu closed the courtyard door when she was lonely, and the beauty stood side by side with Qiong Xuan.
County magistrate Liu, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. No one dares to reveal his depression in front of the parrot. Don Zhang Hu lived 1000 miles away from home, where a court lady lived for twenty years.
He Manzi, watch how hard she tries to hold back her tears. Ban Jieyu's "Songs of Complaint" is as bright as frost and snow.
Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon. In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat. If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Long letter autumn ci Wang Jin Changling Wu Jingtong autumn leaves are yellow, and the bead curtain does not roll night frost. Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
The Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling opened a peach well last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
6. Poems about concubines in the harem.
Bai Juyi's "harem ci" tears wet the dream of silk scarves, and the temple sings the first half of the night.
A beauty is broken before she gets old. When Zhu Qingyu was lonely, she closed the gate, and the beauty stood side by side with Qiong Xuan.
County magistrate Liu, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. No one dares to reveal his depression in front of the parrot. Palace sorrow (Tang dynasty) Sima miscellaneous willow color is uneven, building painting, Xiaoying crying to fill the palace sorrow. No one looks at the flowers every year, and the spring leaves the imperial ditch.
"The Imperial Tomb" Du Muquan is a woman who left the palace, and there are many graves outside the garden wall. Teenagers teach singing and dancing, and the king doesn't know it when he is old.
Wang Changling, a long letter in autumn, is one of the golden wells. The phoenix tree is yellow with autumn leaves, and the pearl curtain does not frost at night. The smoke cage is colorless, and you can listen to the Nangong for a long time.
The third is to offer a broom to open the Golden Palace and temporarily stroll around the fan. A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.
7. Couplets about the harem
Bai Juyi, harem ci
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
Nagato Prefecture, Sima Xiangru
Give me bad luck, Du Shen Yan.
Grass green Nagato mask, forever moss green lane. Spoil a new love, tears fall, so love to stay.
Birds sing and dreams break, and flying flowers stir loneliness. I regret the spring, and the fans welcome the autumn.
Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Nishimiya Shinichi complained about Wang Changling in the spring.
Xigong night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain and hate it for a long time.
Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun.