1. Love poems about white hair
If you don’t see me in the mirror in the high hall, my sad white hair looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
"If you don't see me, the bright mirror in the high hall will be sad and white, and the morning will be like blue silk and the snow will turn into snow at dusk" comes from the second paragraph of the ancient poem "About Wine" by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai. The full poem is as follows:
If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.
If you don’t see me, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.
If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
I sing a song with you, please listen to me.
Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and had a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur,
Hu'er will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you. 2. Poems describing hair
1. The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to cover the fragrant snow on the cheeks. Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up. (Wen Tingyun)
2. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear and brilliant jade arms feel cold. (Du Fu)
3. Water is like the waves in the eye, and mountains are like the gathering of eyebrows and peaks. If you want to ask passers-by where to go, the brows and eyes are full. (You may need the previous sentence)
4. The temples are like dark clouds, and the hands are like bamboo shoots with fat. It is clear that the cardamom is still fragrant, and it is suspected that the stamens of young peach are in their early stages.
5. Luo Rui has its own length, and its green temples are not slanted. She has long eyebrows and a jade face, and her bright wrists are wrapped in gauze.
6. There are dark clouds on the temples, and the crescent moon is on the eyebrows; the snow is condensed on the skin, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. Showy eyes. When I first wake up from sleep, I am tired of embroidering the window. The very pulses and langans are connected by the dawn, and a hand is as messy as a willow.
8. The clouds on the temples lightly comb the cicada wings, and the moth eyebrows lightly brush the spring mountains.
9. The hair on the temples is covered with blue clouds, and the eyebrows are divided into crescent moons like a knife.
10. The eyebrows sweep through the young willows in early spring; the fragrant skin flutters against the moon in Suyao, and the green temples cage the pines and Xiuyun clouds.
11. Fainted with beautiful eyebrows floating on the mountains, double crows painted on the temples with fragrant clouds. 3. When my hair grows long and reaches my waist, I will have love poems
When my hair grows long and reaches my waist, the east wind smiles and bids farewell to Han Tao. When participating in business, people in Baili Guanshan will laugh.
The moonlight in the cold winter is enchanting, as if charming the native people. Even inside and outside the Great Wall, we invite each other, and the dogwood trees disappear early in the Double Ninth Festival.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will be a beautiful girl from the north. Deja vu is in bud, the wind, flowers, snow and moon are bright.
The heart is full of frost and there is no panic, just like the yellow beam in the dream. The gentleman complements each other, and the red light and candle enter the account.
When my hair reaches my waist, the snow will fall on Dou'e in June. Three feet of white practice are swaying lightly, and winter and summer are like dreams topsy-turvy.
If you make trouble and misfortune your life, don’t be delicate. Yesterday’s clouds were hard to burn. Who wants the glazed enamel? Give me half a foot of blue enamel.
When my hair reaches my waist, the light of Dongting Lake is still good, the gardenia flowers bloom one-sided, and the small fan is used to fan my eyes.
When my hair reaches my waist, the moonlight is clear and beautiful. Now that the year has passed, my spring dream last night was still good.
When my hair reaches my waist, the scenery will be wonderful, my bones will be searched and exterminated, and my soul will take shape.
It would be nice to wait until my hair reaches my waist, and my beloved comes back. I have come to court from all nations, but I don’t see Ruan Lang smiling.
When my hair reaches my waist, the tea will be opened early, and the strings will be broken, and I will not play with six yams. The liver will be broken, and the tendons will be broken.
When my hair reaches my waist, the rain is falling, the blue clouds are cold at dusk, and my youth is slowly swaying with the wind.
When my hair reaches my waist, the moon will be floating in Chang'an, thousands of households will wear only a few clothes, and who will know the clear blue sky in the underworld.
When my hair reaches my waist, thousands of mountains are noisy with snow and rain, my jade belt is misty in the forest, and my pearls and three dendrobiums are inseparable.
When my hair reaches my waist, the vast river is immersed in the moonlight, the yin and yang are confused and dusk, and love and hate are intertwined and confused.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will be reduced to the end of the world. All living beings will not hear the flowers in the morning, and the autumn moon will come from the scoop.
It would be great if my hair reaches my waist, and the general comes back. Gillian in the Jiaofang Hall, her exquisite heart comes from her seven orifices.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will be relegated to the western suburbs outside the city. I will play the pipa, twist it and pick it up, and whisper quietly to invite you.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will find a beautiful woman by the riverside. I can pick weeds and go out, and I can hold cloth and silk peaches in my arms.
It would be great if the general married me when my hair reaches my waist. The hibiscus is like a willow tip on my face, and my heart is full of waves.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will return to the gate and throw in the peach. I hope you will repay me with Qiong Yao, and we will grow old together by holding my son's hand.
When my hair reached my waist, I knew that the moon was shining brightly, but I didn’t expect that the willows would be leaning on me, and there would be no snow or sky tonight.
When my hair reaches my waist, it is just like the eternity of the moon, and you are like the rise of the sun, this love will never fade away.
When my hair reaches my waist, you will take away my worries. I wonder what you have come to ask for. You say that the sky is long.
When my hair grows to my waist, the fire will burn itself in July, and the red makeup will be wonderful, and the grass will be green by the Weishui River.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will have fifty strings in the north of the country, and I will have a trace of my years, so I will be hunting with flags.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will meet that girl in the suburbs of the mulberry fence, and she will drink wine on the east fence. After dusk, it will dawn.
When my hair reaches my waist, I don’t laugh when I’m lying drunk on the battlefield. When the night comes, the stars are shining brightly, and my iron horse on the glacier is dawning on me.
When my hair reaches my waist, my wide sleeves gently brush the willow branches, and my skirt is embroidered with jade silk, I will be in perfect harmony with my colorful clothes.
When my hair reaches my waist, the thousand rivers are shining brightly, the lotus leaves are slender and scorching, and the boat is just in time to pick lotuses.
When my hair reaches my waist, my fingertips are shining just right, I dance with swagger, and my dream is filled with sweet smoke.
When my hair reaches my waist, the spring of March dawns, and apricots Flowers come with rain, and the moonlight is so beautiful.
When my hair reaches my waist, love and hate in this life will be over. I will see the purple road in the underworld, and I will grow old in one day.
When my hair reaches my waist, I form a cocoon and tie myself up in Meng Jiao, half-hiding my face, I smile and say, “Who will knock the flowers after they fall?”
When my hair reaches my waist, where will the beauties play the flute, where will the tears, rain, and bells be clever, and where will the neon lights be so charming?
When my hair reaches my waist, it will be difficult to find a close friend in this life. If I realize my wrong virtue, don’t want it. The water will turn into peach blossoms and the dawn will break.
When my hair will reach my waist, who will rock the boat on the river? How to move the beaded curtain? The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling.
When my hair reaches my waist, my mansion is filled with silver characters and sheng tunes are played, and whose heart is filled with incense, my spring sorrow will be gone.
When my hair reaches my waist, colorful butterflies will be searching for fragrance in the western suburbs, people will know about my marriage, and I will be free and happy in Guangling.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will repay you in the next life. I will stay with you until I grow old. I just hope that you come at the right time. 4. About the description of love in ancient Chinese with long hair
If it is increased by one point, it is too long; if it is reduced by one point, it is too short; if it is applied with red, it will be too red; if it is powdered, it will be too white.
The clouds on the temples are soaked in ink. , with a phoenix hairpin on the head to fly.
The cloud sleeves are lightly swaying to attract butterflies, and the slender waist is slowly twisting the floating silk ribbon.
The clouds and temples are swaying with golden steps,
< p> The hills are overlapping and the golden light is extinguished, and the clouds on the temples are aspiring to the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up. Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers complement each other. The newly embroidered rug, both golden partridges< p> A graceful lady, a gentleman is eager to ask for help. There is a beautiful woman who is unique in her generation and lives in a secluded valley. She has a bun on her head and moon beads in her ears. The lower skirt is made of xiangqi, and the upper skirt is made of purple qi. The traveler sees Luofu and carries his mustache. Xu. When a young man sees Luofu, he takes off his hat and wears a bow. The plowman forgets his plow, and the hoeer forgets his hoe; he comes and returns angry with each other, but he just sits and watches Luofu.Excerpted from "Baidu·" 5. Description What are the poems about "hair"?
The poems describing "hair" are: 1. "Qiupu Song" Tang Li Bai's white hair is three thousand feet long, and his fate is as long as his head.
I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror. 2. "Nan Gezi·The Japanese combed their buns low" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty. The Japanese combed their buns low and Lian Juan carefully swept their eyebrows.
I miss you all day long. When I am exhausted for you, there are hundreds of flowers.
3. Anonymous: The hair on the temples is like dark clouds, and the hands are like sharp bamboo shoots with thickened flesh. It is clear that cardamom still contains fragrance, and it is like the pistil of young peach in its early bloom.
4. "Moon Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir. I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.
The fragrant mist makes the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When do I lean on Xuguo, my tears will dry when I shine with my eyes.
5. "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. Picturesque, a moment how many hero.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind, my passion should laugh at me, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.
1. Translation of "Qiupu Song": The white hair grows long because of the sad mood. I wonder who the gray-haired person is in the mirror? Appreciation: The color of autumn frost is white, which refers to white hair. It seems to be repeated but not repeated. It also has an emotional color of sadness and haggard, which cannot be combined with the word "white" for white hair.
The "I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really not knowing, nor is it asking "where" because of "I don't know". These two sentences are not questions, but words of anger and pain.
The poetic eye lies in the word "de" in the next sentence. Where does such deep sorrow come from? The word "get" goes straight through the rejection and oppression that the poet suffered in half his life; his ambitions were not fulfilled, so he was worried about his gray hair and his temples stained with autumn frost. I have experienced it personally and I don't know why! Li Bai had the ambition to "strengthen his will and ability and be willing to serve as the assistant to the emperor" and the ideal of making "the whole region settled and Hai County unified" (both see "Dai Shoushan's Reply to Meng Shaofu's Transfer of Documents"). Despite repeated setbacks, Li Bai It was not realized, but his ambition never faded.
When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties. His ambitions were not fulfilled, and he was already aging, which made him suffer even more. Therefore, when looking at oneself in the mirror, one is shocked, and the solitary chant of "white hair three thousand feet" occurs, making future generations of the world aware of his grief and indignation. This fantasy and strange sentence has been passed down through the ages. It can be said that he is good at complaining about injustice.
2. Translation of "Nan Gezi·Japanese Fallen with Low Combination": At this time, the heroine naturally misses her lover even more intensely. No wonder she will "grow away for you."
The "haggard" woman's appearance, once the poet used "Hundred Flowers" to contrast it, formed a strong contrast: the woman's beautiful appearance was tortured by lovesickness and became increasingly thin and haggard, and the flowers of life gradually withered and withered. The natural world The flowers are in full bloom all over the mountains and plains, conveying the lively feeling of spring.
Appreciation: This boudoir love poem describes the unforgettable longing of a woman in her boudoir for her lover. The lyrics are short and simple, but the woman's deep, sincere, rich and delicate love is expressed in an extremely profound and exciting way.
3. Anonymous Translation: The hair on the temples is like dark clouds, the hands are like bamboo shoots and the flesh is condensed with fat. It is clear that the cardamom still contains fragrance, and the condensation is like the pistil of a young peach in its early bloom. The hair on the temples is like a dark cloud, and the hands are like bamboo shoots with thickened flesh. It is clear that the "cardamom" is still fragrant, and the condensation is like the beginning of peach blossom stamens.
Appreciation: The whole poem describes the state of the woman's hair and hands in a beautiful tone. It expresses the poet's deep love for his lover.
4. Translation of "Moon Night": The moon in Yanzhou tonight must be equally clear and round. I miss my wife in my boudoir and can only watch it alone. Poor young children, how can they understand the sadness of longing for them? The mist may have wetted my wife's temples; the cold moonlight must have chilled my wife's jade arms.
When can we reunite and enjoy the bright moon under the thin curtain? That means the moonlight must still be there, let the moonlight silently dry up our tears.
Appreciation: The poem is unique, the words are there but the intention is here. The poet's own longing for his wife is more profoundly expressed by imagining the scene when his wife misses him. It also expresses his hope after the war subsides. The desire for a happy reunion. 5. Translation of "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia": The great river flows eastward in mighty force, and the huge waves sweep away all the heroes of the ages.
To the west of the old fortress, people say that is the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls towered into the sky, thunderous waves crashed against the river bank, and the waves stirred up like thousands of piles of white snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are as beautiful as pictures, and many heroes have emerged in one time. I recall that Zhou Yu was very proud of his youth, and Xiao Qiao, the most beautiful woman, had just married him, and he was full of heroism and heroic spirit.
While holding feather fans and wearing silk scarves, they chatted and laughed while the powerful enemy's warships were burned to ashes. Today, I am wandering around the battlefield of those years. It is ridiculous that I am sentimental and have prematurely gray hair.
Life is like a dream, let’s pour a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river. Appreciation: From an overall perspective, this poem is majestic, vigorous in style, and can be sung high into the clouds. Its grand realm is unprecedented.
The whole text is written in a generous way, but it is also lined with humorous sentences. The handsome general and the young beauty complement each other, and the high-spirited and emotional thoughts alternate one after another, achieving a harmonious and harmonious atmosphere in the story. , there is a twist in the straight line. In particular, it creates a heroic character image with unprecedented courage and artistic power for the first time, reveals the author's sentiments about his ambition to serve the country and his unrequited ambition, and opens up a new path for expressing major social themes using words. had a significant impact.
According to Yu Wenbao's "Blowing Sword Record", some people at that time believed that this poem required Guanxi Han men to sing with copper pipa and iron wooden board. Although they were limited by traditional concepts, they were not interested in Dongpo's new style of poems. It is ridiculing, but it also shows from another aspect that the appearance of this poem really had an inspiring effect on the Northern Song Dynasty Ci world where lingering and pathos were still prevalent. 6. Can you tell me a poem about hair?
A man's hair - national affairs, family affairs and world affairs "The white hair is shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust."
——Du Fu "You should laugh at me if you are sentimental, and you will be born early" - Su Dongpo "If you end the affairs of the king and the world, it will happen in vain!" - Xin Qiji is not satisfied with his life in the world, and the bright light will make the boat flat - Li Bai Don't wait for a long time. Sadness---Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" The jade pot is made of green silk, why is it too late to sell wine. ---Li Bai's "Waiting for Wine" If you don't see me, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of your life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon! ---Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine" The spring breeze upstairs is about to cease, who can hold the mirror and look at the sad hair. ---Li Bai's "Making Clothes" The sound of the ape prompts hair to turn white, turning it into silk.
---Li Bai's "Qiupu Song" At that time, the spirit refused to calm down, and what's the use of sighing with white hair like silk. --- Li Bai's "Two Poems on a Wine Shop in Front of Me" Who can write down the Taixuan Sutra of Baishou?
---Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I chant at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. ---Li Shangyin's "Untitled" The children of the Liyuan are newly white-haired, while the prisoner Qing'e of the Jiaofang is old.
---Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" The wandering mind of my homeland should laugh at me if I am passionate, and I will be born early. ---Su Shi's "Niannujiao, Nostalgic for the Past in Red Cliff" When the young man left home and his boss came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
---He Zhizhang's "Occasionally Returning to Hometown" The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river Nagisa is used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze ---Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy" The yellow hair is hanging down, and he is enjoying himself. ---Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" Li Bai's poem: The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is as long as a long one. I don't know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror.
"Will Enter the Wine" also has "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and turns to snow at dusk. To be successful in life, you need to have all the joy." , Don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
"The ancient peasant uprising said: Hair is like a leek, but it will grow back after being cut, and its head will be like a chicken, and it will crow again after being cut. Officials need not be feared, and the common people should never be taken lightly.
Li Bai's poem "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu·Bai" Hair Three Thousand Zhang (Part 15) My hair is three thousand feet long, and I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the mirror! This is a poem about expressing anger with unrestrained passion and romantic artistic techniques. "The image of "The deep-seated resentment and depression is vented, exerting a strong and touching artistic power."
"The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the sorrow is as long as a long one? "Coming from the sky, it's like a surging tide, like a volcano erupting, which is shocking. Just looking at the sentence "white hair is three thousand feet" is really incomprehensible. How can white hair be "three thousand feet"? Read the next sentence "Yuanchou" "It looks like a long one." Suddenly I understood that the "three thousand feet" white hair was caused by sorrow and grew because of sorrow! People know that gray hair grows from sorrow, but it is three thousand feet long. How many deep sorrows must there be? The great weight of ten words falls on one word "sorrow". It is incredible to write about sadness in this way! The strange sentences cannot but make people marvel at the poet's courage and writing power in classical poetry. There are many examples of this.
Luo Dajing of the Song Dynasty said in "Helin Jade Dew": "Some poets use mountains to describe sorrow. Du Shaoling said: 'Sorrow comes like a mountain' (note: it is regarded as "the end of Qi"). "South"), "Don't break the hole"; some people use water to describe sorrow, Li Qi said: "Please measure the east sea water to see how shallow and deep the sorrow is." "Li Bai found a unique way, using the length of "three thousand feet of white hair" to describe the depth of sorrow, "particularly novel", "there is a comparison between the two, and the meaning is longer" (ibid.).
Not only do people not understand this because of The poet who is unreasonable and offended by "Three Thousand Zhangs" will sincerely appreciate this strange and touching sentence, and feel that the poet's long sigh and cry are really sympathetic when people see the gray hair on their heads. The quality of life is known by looking in the mirror.
The first two sentences hide the meaning of looking in the mirror, and the third or fourth sentence clearly states: "I don't know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror!" "Autumn frost is white in color, and it refers to white hair. It seems to be repeated but not repeated. It also has a sad and haggard emotional color, which cannot be combined with the word "white" for white hair. The "I don't know" in the previous sentence does not mean that I don't know. The question of "where" comes from "I don't know".
These two sentences are not questions, but words of anger and pain. The key to the poem is the word "de" in the next sentence. p>
Where does such deep sorrow come from? The word "de" directly refers to the rejection and oppression that the poet has suffered in half his life. When his ambitions are not fulfilled, his hair becomes gray and his temples are stained with autumn frost. This is a personal experience. , I don’t know why! Li Bai had the ambition to “strive for his will and ability, and be willing to serve as the Prime Minister”, and he had the ideal of “making the whole region peaceful and Hai County unified” (see "Dai Shoushan's Reply to Meng Shaofu's Transfer of Documents"), Despite repeated setbacks and failure to realize his ambition, he was already in his fifties when he wrote this poem. His ambition was unfulfilled and he was already aging. How could he not look at himself in the mirror even more painfully? , shocking, the solitary chant of "white hair three thousand feet" occurred, making future generations aware of his grief and indignation, and this fantastic sentence has been passed down through the ages. It can be said that women are good at complaining about injustice.
Women's hair - boudoir. I am worried about spring when I trim my temples by the window, and the decals are yellow in the mirror (Mulan's poem). There is such a high bun in the city. The four directions are high and late (source of ancient poem). I haven't combed my hair for a long time, and the silk hair is spread on the shoulders. It stretches gracefully on the man's knees. Where is the bun with pine trees? The pine stick is covered with plum blossoms, lightly made up into a red marriage, a emerald mist is covered with light flying catkins, and the hairspring is uncertain. It would be better not to see the love, but it seems to be heartless. After the music and songs are over, I wake up slightly and deeply wish that the moon is bright and people are still. --- Sima Guang's "Moon on the West River" from ancient times To this day, women, regardless of the thickness of their hair, always have too much concern for their hair, which is a homophonic word for the word "love". Just look at the verbs used to describe combing hair: tie, knot, pull, and the many different patterns. Hair bun: coiled snail bun, autumn cicada bun, Japanese bun, flying cloud bun, flying phoenix bun... so many beautiful names record so many disturbing moods
No wonder ancient literati knew this. Going back and forth in the mood of "reading Taoist books leisurely, watching combing hair under the crystal curtain", even though she is as heroic as Hua Mulan, after twelve years of serving in the army for her father and making great achievements, her first task when she returns home is to "become a hero." "The window trims the temples, the mirror decals are yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women? When their husband leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and ask him to take it with them.
< p> Moreover, after they parted from you, they gave up on themselves so easily: "From the east of my uncle, my head is like a flying canopy; without anointing and bathing, who is suitable for it?" "The person who pleases me is not around, and even the hair is too messy to comb. Zi Zai Shang said, the dead are like a husband.Foreign writer Samuel said: Youth is not years, but state of mind. . From the hair to the heart, the ancients are like this, I don’t know whether the current people are among them.
Untitled Li Shangyin looks into the mirror at dawn, but the clouds on his temples change, and the moonlight is cold when he sings in the ancient palace. , The red and pink clouds ring the sky and the heart is broken.
Song of Everlasting Sorrow. Bai Juyi sleeps in a bun with a half-parted bun, and the corolla is untidy. 7. Ancient poems about hair
Song of Qiupu by Li Bai
The white hair is three thousand feet long, and I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the mirror.
Don’t wait, the young man’s head is gray, and the sky is full of sorrow
--- Yue Fei’s "The River is Red".
The jade pot is made of green silk. How late is it to sell wine?
---Li Bai's "Not Waiting for Wine"
If you don't see me, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon!
---Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"
The spring breeze upstairs is about to stop, who can hold the mirror and look at the sad hair.
---Li Bai's "Breaking Clothes"
The sound of the ape makes the hair turn white, and the length becomes silk.
---Li Bai's "Qiupu Song"
What's the point of sighing when my spirits refused to calm down and my hair was as white as silk.
---Li Bai's "There is a Wine Shop in front of me"
Who can write the Taixuan Sutra in Baishou?
---Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing"
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the change of my hair, and when I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
---Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
The children of the Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of the Jiaofang is old.
---Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
I am wandering in my homeland, I am so sentimental that I should laugh at me, and I will be born early.
--- Su Shi's "Reminiscence of Nujiao Chibi Nostalgic"
The loose bun is made of lead and light makeup
The red mat and green mist cover is light and flying with hairspring Indefinite
It is better to meet each other than not to be affectionate, but also to be ruthless
After the music and songs are over, I sober up slightly and wish the moon is bright and people are quiet
--- Sima Guang's "Xijiang" "Month"
The young man left home and his boss came back. His local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded.
---He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"
The white-haired fisherman on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze
---Yang Shen's "Linjiang" Immortal"
His yellow hair hangs down, and he is contented with himself.
--- Tao Yuanming's "The Peach Blossom Spring"
When you look at the window, you can trim your temples, and look at the mirror with yellow decals.
--- "Mulan Ci"
"The hairpin wants to slip away, the bun is slightly tilted, but I find the frost, powder and fragrant cotton"
The curling clouds comb through the bun pile at dawn , the trickle of autumn water returns to my eyes. "
It's hard to learn how to draw two moths, but the clouds on the temples are newly knotted with green hair."
. . . ..The above is selected from "Collection of Zhou Zizhi's Ci"
Beauty takes a bath, and the green lotus blossoms are fragrant.
The double bun is like a jade-like cloud, and the color is light green.
Elegant and leisurely, the snow reflects the golden dendrobium.
The water splashes intermittently with green silk beads, and the meat is crispy and fragrant.
. . . . . . . . .Visiting Kinmen (Yan Xuan)
I haven’t combed my hair in the past, and my hair is draped over my shoulders; I stretch my legs gracefully, and there is nothing pitiful about it.
Wei Niang’s hair is too thin to be combed. Li He's "Hao Ge"
Ouyang Xiu's words:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly made up. The love is uncertain, and the feeling seems to be ruthless... < /p>
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The hair on the temples is messy, the makeup is worn out at night, and the eyebrows are full of hatred.
"The Book of Songs·阘风·Gentlemen grow old together" contains: "Hai hair is like clouds, disdain for hair." "鬒" means thick and black hair, "髢" means false bun. This ancient poem It praised the thick and dark hair like the dark clouds in the sky. With such black hair, people would not bother to use fake buns. Later generations often used the term "dark clouds" to refer to women's hair, such as "dark clouds are high".
When the ancients praised women's beautiful hair, they often named it "hair". For example, "Zuo Zhuan: The Twenty-Eighth Year of Zhao Gong" records: "In the past, there was a daughter of the still family, whose hair was black and very beautiful, and the light could be seen." , named Xuan Wife. ""Taiping Yulan" records that "(Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) looked at his (Wei Zifu's) hair and was delighted with it." As soon as Wei Zifu's hair was opened, it was like a black waterfall, sparkling, and he was immediately attracted. The young emperor Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty (it is said that Emperor Wu was worried about having no descendants at that time, so he paid more attention to certain Taoist views, such as those with thick and dark hair, who have strong qi and blood, and those with strong qi and blood live long and have many children.) "Chen Shu·Hou Zhu" The "Biography of Concubine Zhang" attached to "The Biography of Empress Shen" records: "Concubine Zhang's hair is seven feet long, and her hair is like lacquer, and its light can be seen. Another example is "Zhaoming Wenxuan·Seven Bian": "The black hair and black bun can be judged by light." "鬒" and "Xuan" are both words to praise blackness. The hair is so bright that it can be used as a bronze mirror to shine on people, which is breathtaking. 8. Poems describing the longest hair
White My hair is three thousand feet long, and my worries are as long as my head.
Interpretation: My hair is three thousand feet long because my worries are so long.
From "Qiupu Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. /p>
The full text of the ancient poem: The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the sorrow is like this. I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the mirror.
Explanation: The white hair is three thousand feet long, because the sorrow is as long as this. Looking in the clear bronze mirror, I saw my hair was white, and I couldn't understand how my hair could become so white.
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Poetry appreciation:
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This poem uses romantic and exaggerated techniques to express the poet's depression when his talent is not appreciated.
The first sentence "three thousand feet of white hair" is a wonderful exaggeration, which seems unreasonable. It is impossible for a person to have a body of seven feet and three thousand feet of hair. When I read the next sentence, "My sorrow seems to last forever," I suddenly understood, because my sorrow and thoughts last forever like this. White hair comes from sorrow and grows long from sorrow. These three thousand feet of white hair are a symbol of inner sadness.
In the poem, the tangible white hair is replaced by invisible sadness, so these three thousand feet of white hair are naturally understood as artistic exaggeration.
The last two sentences, "I don't know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror", further strengthen the portrayal of the word "sorrow" by asking questions to myself, and express the poet's troubles of being filled with worries and unable to solve himself. "Autumn frost" refers to white hair, with an emotional color of sadness and haggard.
Creation background:
This poem was probably written in the late Tianbao years of Tang Xuanzong Li Longji. At this time, the Tang Dynasty was politically corrupt, and the poet was deeply worried about the entire situation. At this time, Li Bai was already in his fifties. Not only was his ideal not realized, but he was suppressed and excluded. Therefore, the poet is worried about his gray hair and his temples stained by autumn frost.
Sogou Encyclopedia - Three thousand feet of white hair 9. Poems describing the longest hair
Qiupu Song, Tang·Li Bai White hair of three thousand feet, the fate is as long as a man.
I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror. The first sentence that came out of the sky: "The white hair is three thousand feet long" was a wonderful exaggeration, and it was simply unreasonable.
A person's hair rarely exceeds his own length. Li Bai's stature, according to his self-introduction in "Shanghan Jingzhou Book", is: "less than seven feet long."
According to relevant historical records, he was of medium height at that time. It is impossible to have a body of seven feet and hair of three thousand feet.
If it is the sum of each hair, there has never been such a description. This sentence alone is really incomprehensible, but how well he connected with the following sentence! Three thousand feet means very long.
The hair turns white because of sorrow. These three thousand feet of white hair are a symbol of inner sadness. "Fate", because.
"Ge Chang" is just that long. In some places, there are still colloquial expressions of "Ge Chang" and "Ge Da". Tangible white hair is replaced by invisible sadness, and concrete things are transformed into abstract things.
The focus of people's attention has shifted from "white hair" to the number "three thousand feet". Therefore, "white hair three thousand feet" is naturally understood as an artistic exaggeration, and this poem becomes a wonderful romantic idea, which makes people feel full of interest.
However, if you want to know about gray hair, you must look in the mirror. Now the poet saw his white hair in the clear bronze mirror, and knew that it was caused by deep sorrow and anger.
At this time, I felt emotional. Then he entered into more bizarre fantasies and more ingenious ideas: My head of white hair, which is so much that it seems to be three thousand feet long, is caused by endless worries in my heart.
This bright mirror has no emotions, so it should have no sadness. Why is it also reflected with autumn frost? Autumn frost is white, and the poet here uses it to describe white hair, which adds to the cold feeling. This kind of language is not a pretense, but a deep emotional sigh.
Even the ruthless mirror has been infected with melancholy and is very desolate. As for the person facing the mirror, is there any need to talk about it? This poem was probably written in the "late years of Tianbao" by Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. At this time, the Tang Dynasty was experiencing political corruption and chaos, and the poet was deeply worried about the entire situation.
One's own ideals cannot be realized, and on the contrary, they are suppressed and excluded. However, a poet with integrity and ambition was unwilling to cater to the ruling class. He sighed angrily: "I can't help but bend my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy" ("Sleepwalking Tianmu Song Leaves Farewell").
This is probably the reason for his depression. There are other poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties. The fastest boat - the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
(Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City") The most worrying thing----How many worries can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. (Li Yu's "Poppy Poppies") The thinnest person——The west wind blows behind the curtain, and the person is thinner than a yellow flower.
(Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin") The most haggard person - the clothes are getting wider and wider, but they don't regret it, and they are haggard because of the beauty. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The saddest person - cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more, and raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and make it even more sorrowful.
(Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou") The person with the worst eyesight——looking for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly looking back, there was that person, in the dim light. (Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case") The deepest love - the water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.
(Li Bai's "To Wang Lun") The tallest building - the dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven.
(Li Bai's "Overnight in the Mountain Temple") The most beautiful smile - looking back, you can smile with all your beauty, the sixth palace is colorless. (Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow") The deepest snow - a foot of snow outside the city at night, driving a charcoal cart through the ice tracks at dawn.
(Bai Juyi, "The Charcoal Seller") The longest face in the world - a tear of lovesickness last year, just flowed to the cheek this year. (Su Xiaomei's play on Su Dongpo's sentence) The fastest white hair - if you don't see me in the high hall, my sad white hair will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening.
(Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine") The longest hair - three thousand feet of white hair, as long as the fate is long. (Li Bai's "Qiupu Song") The highest waterfall - flying down three thousand feet, is suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the sky.
(Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall") The largest snowflake - Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace. (Li Bai's "Travel to the North Wind") The most spectacular climb to the top - Hui Dang Ling Jue Ding, with a panoramic view of the mountains.
(Du Fu's "Looking at the Mountains") The largest cypress tree - frost-skinned, forty-year-old, towering two thousand feet into the sky. (Du Fu's "A Journey to Ancient Cypresses") The most difficult person to invite is the person who comes out after being called out for a long time, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
(Bai Juyi's "Pipa") The most difficult person to find - the poor blue sky and the yellow spring, missing in both places. (Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow") The brightest lamp is the shadow of a lamp, which can illuminate thousands of miles.
(Qian Qi's "Send Off the Monk to Japan") The most touching music - today is the sound of the Qiang flute, which makes our three armies burst into tears. (Li Qi's "Ancient Meaning") The longest bridge - the Three Cities Garrisoned in Xishan Baixue and the Wanli Bridge on the Qingjiang River in Nanpu.
(Du Fu's "Ambition") The longest sleep - sleeping in the Yangzhou dream for ten years, winning the reputation of a brothel. (Du Mu's "Reminiscences") The person who has been on the war for the longest time - the bright moon of Qin Dynasty and the pass of Han Dynasty. The people who have marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
(Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress") The most worthless poem - reciting poems and composing poems. In the north window, a glass of water cannot be expressed without words. (Li Bai's "Answer to the King Drinking Alone on Twelve Cold Nights") The most powerful sword - a sword that has fought for three thousand miles, and a sword that has served as a division for millions.
(Wang Wei's "Old General's Journey") The longest hatred--it will last forever, but this hatred lasts forever. (Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow") The most expensive letter - the war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
(Du Fu's "Spring Hope") Can it be adopted?