A poem about urging 1. Poetry containing urging words
There are two kinds of musical instruments in Su Xiang Hall, namely Feng and Qixi Banquet.
Lingyuan takes autumn hair, the fairy plays the police, and urges at night.
The moonlight peeps, and the river color should come.
Machine stone astronomical writing, needle building royal reward open.
Stealing birds, I doubt I will go back to Magpie Bridge.
Li Wa, the courtesy of the wind and the lotus spring garden.
There are 90% immortals, and a fragrant banquet is a cup of immortality.
It rained in early October and thundered in early February.
The leaves are thick and the flowers are in full bloom.
Fortunately, the weather is peaceful and there is no sun to rush.
Pei Du of Bai Yutang's Couplet
Like brocade and rosy clouds, spring meets summer.
The waves are red and the wind is fragrant.
The ground depends on the east pavilion, and the table clothes.
Shallow and deep have a state, and two dark phases urge.
The ground is full of worries about the fall of Britain, and the embankment is precious.
Fragrant with rain and dew, bright and beautiful and dust-proof.
Like rouge dye, as by a clever woman.
Naihua had no choice but to have a glass of wine.
Li Bai, meet again after a long separation
Don't go home for a few months, see cherry blossoms at the jade window.
There is a brocade book that makes people dumbfounded.
At this point, my heart is broken, my heart is broken.
Clouds and smoke are tied to the temples, and sorrow is like running back to snow.
Last year I sent books to the balcony, and this year I sent books again.
Dongfeng, Dongfeng, blow clouds for me and let the west come.
Come but not come, the fallen flowers are silent and covered with moss.
"Send my nephew Liang and two prostitutes to Huiji. There is this gift in the play." Li Bai.
Bring prostitutes to Dongshan, and spring will come halfway.
Looking at peaches and plums from a distance, it opens in the mirror.
Li Bai, to wine
I advise you not to refuse the cup, the spring breeze will make people laugh.
Peaches and plums, like old friends, dumped flowers at me.
Flowing warblers sing green trees, and the bright moon peeps at Jintan.
Yesterday's Zhu Yanzi, today's white hair reminds me.
The thorn gives birth to Shihutang, and the deer goes to Gusutai.
Since ancient times, palaces and city gates have been closed and the dust is yellowish.
If you don't drink, the old people will be relieved.
2. What poems urge girls to go to bed early?
1. Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Autumn Night to Send Members Up the Mountain"
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems. Pine nuts fell on the mountain, and you seem to wake up.
2. Tang Bai Juyi's "New Autumn Xiaoxing"
The cloudy summer suddenly receded and the night was not full. In the morning, the flame is burning, and it is slightly fragrant.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The pillow is low and the mat is soft, so you can go to bed when you lie down.
It's still early to go to bed, and the wind is getting cold. Show Zhang Xiaoping, put away the raw clothes.
There are still melancholy things that have not been forgotten. Brush the mirror and comb the white hair, and the ice shines with frost.
3. Moonlit Night of Wu Ming Fang Ding
Last night, I was thinking about the moon. Go to bed early tonight, don't wait until the moon is bright.
4. Song Cheng's "Huanxisha"
The thin sun moves, and the sky is empty in the afternoon and summer. A cup will make everything.
Fan Wan was exhausted but careless. Go to bed early and get up early and feel outside the ice pillow.
The news of Yu He came in the evening. There is no need to leave a candle to light up the room.
5. Song woke up.
I like taking a nap when I'm idle, but it's still early to get up. Mao Zhuqing enters the eaves, and bonus grass comes out.
Moss money is all bricks and stones, so I can't bear to sweep it. The official situation is self-sparse, and you can forget your old age here.
6. Song Zou Denglong's Autumn Night in Long song
The blue curtain is old in autumn, and the lonely river is smoke. The tassel curtain is cold and the mountain is low, and the honey torch incense often goes to bed early.
In the dream, I was frightened and sad, and Cui's tears were wet and cold. Thinking of beauty is like the sky, and the moon cries in the west wind.
7. Song Zhao Shi Xiu's Su Guoqing
The residual lamp blows off the Zen Pass, and the wind leaves the lonely firefly building. This is to drink tea to prevent going to bed early, and to find poems to imitate Hanshan.
8. "A Room in Zhang Song Zhai"
90,000 people laugh and live in seclusion, and one room is wide. At the beginning of the rain, wine presses the new cold.
Idleness and idleness have an end. In this life, I cut myself off and kept dreaming of Handan.
9. Cloudy New Year's Eve
On New Year's Eve in Beijing, it was already late in first frost. The sound of spring makes bamboo explode, and the color of the year moves the fragrance of pepper.
Stop sleeping early and listen to the cock crow. I'm too busy to write poetry. Candles send happiness and diligence, and children in the hall laugh and bake.
10. Go to bed early by Song Shiwen.
I often go to bed early when it's cold, instead of waiting for the sun to gather. Chai Men never hid for fear of hindering the entry of apes.
The fallen leaves beat against the window, and the rain suspected between the pillows. Looking at the west peak, the moon is in the sky.
The creative background of Mourning Members in Autumn Night;
The first half of this poem was written by the author himself, that is, the pregnant person; The second half is about Qiu Dan who studied Taoism in Linping Mountain, that is, the person I was pregnant with. The whole poem does not attract readers by arguing irrationally, but by writing calmly, lightly, lightly, and with short and profound meanings. The style of the whole poem is simple and elegant, leisurely and quiet, giving people endless artistic experience.
About the author:
Wei was a poet in Tang Dynasty. Jingzhao Chang 'an (now Xi 'an, Shaanxi) was born. When I was a teenager, Sanweilang was Xuanzong's personal attendant, and I was fortunate to be a squire when I went in and out of the palace. Later, it was the secretariat of Chuzhou and Jiangzhou, and Zuosi Langzhong and Suzhou, so it was called Weijiangzhou, Weizuosi or Weiwei Suzhou. His poems are famous for their pastoral scenery and simple language. And Wang Wei, Meng Haoran and Liu Zongyuan are also called "Wang Meng Liu Wei". Works handed down from ancient times include Wei Suzhou Collection.
I miss you walking in this late autumn night and sigh how cold and frosty the weather is.
I think pine nuts are falling in the empty mountains at the moment, and my friends who live in seclusion must still be awake.
Note: (1) Qiu Yuanwei: Mingdan, a native of Suzhou, once worshipped merchants and later lived in seclusion in Pingshan. One is Beyond Autumn.
(2) Genus: positive value, coincidence and coincidence.
⑶ Hermit: Hermit, a leisurely person, here refers to people outside Yuan Qiu.
Appreciate:
Wei's five-character quatrains have always been highly praised by poetic theorists. Hu Yinglin said in "Poetry": "Suzhou is the oldest of the five words in the Middle Tang Dynasty, and can follow Wang and Meng." Shen Deqian said in "Talking about Poetry": "Five-character quatrains, the nature of secluded cities, the beauty of Taibai, the dullness of Suzhou, blend into the realm." The poem above is one of his masterpieces. The artistic enjoyment it gives readers is, first of all, the beauty of this simple and carefree style. Shi Buhua once praised this poem in "Poems on Servants", saying that it is "quiet without reducing friction, but also hidden in the beauty of the five wonders". It does not impress readers with strong language, but writes calmly and lightly, while the language is shallow and affectionate, concise and long, which makes people feel lasting and endless.
As far as conception and writing are concerned, this poem still has something to learn. It's a pity poem. In the first half, the poet himself, that is, people who miss their friends; The second half is about Qiu Dan, who was missed by the poet and studied Taoism in Linping Mountain. The first sentence "When I walk in the coolness of autumn night" points out that the season is autumn and the time is night, and the scenery of "autumn night" is only a contrast with the feeling of "cherishing the king". The second sentence, "Think of you and sing my poem", inherits nature, ignores it and follows the previous sentence closely. "Travel" and "Huai Army" are in harmony: "cool weather" and "autumn night" are in harmony. These two sentences are both realistic, and they describe the scene that the author lingers and meditates on a cool autumn night because he is pregnant with someone. Next, the author does not express his feelings, describes the scene and flies the poem to a distant place. In three or four sentences, he imagined the situation of the person he missed here and now. And these three or four sentences are closely related to one or two sentences. The third sentence "pine nuts falling into the sky" refers to "autumn night" and "cool day", which infer the autumn color of Linping Mountain tonight from the cool autumn night in front of us. The fourth sentence, "You seem to be awake", refers to "Huai Army" and "Traveling", because I am thinking about people in the distance, wandering, and I assume that the other party should be awake. Out of imagination, these two sentences not only originated from the first two sentences, but also deepened the poetry of the first two sentences. From the perspective of the whole poem, the author uses the combination of realism and fiction to juxtapose the foreground of the eyes and the middle scene of the soul at the same time, to connect the person who is pregnant with him with the person who is pregnant with him, and then to express the deep affection of lovesickness in different places.
3. Poems describing melancholy
Changle slope gives people sad words. In the Tang Dynasty, pedestrians were divided into north and south roads, and the flowing water met Yugou from east to west.
I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry. One is that Cao Yemeng was as anxious as water and his white hair was as new as grass in the Tang Dynasty.
Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others. Secondly, I am worried about the short grass and bright mountains and moons in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty.
That night, I woke up and the roof was crying. Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty haven't been born yet. They are like the hair in the city.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water. Two sad poems on the river: on the river, Weng opens the door and breaks the grass to open the door.
I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old. The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves.
That would be great. There is no cold wave every night. I'm worried that Tang Cui will be uprooted in September and grass will fly on three sides.
Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes. On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.
Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui. Worrying about Du Fu and Cao Jiang in the Tang Dynasty is called worrying about one's life every day. Martial arts is not a common thing.
The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct. Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.
Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick. It is even more important to worry about sitting in the vulgar field of Du Fu's Gao Zhai in the Tang Dynasty.
In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint. There are many kinds, left bear.
Running in fear all day, I dare not mention the return date. I'm worried that the gathering and dispersion of Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty is intangible, and the ileum is self-shaped.
You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it. General Lu thought that the autumn was far away.
Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing? Worry about Tang Du Fu's humble shed as a household. Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai.
Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came. War and human affairs, looking back is sad.
In spring, Tang Hancong, the golden sun flew away, the Jade Rabbit also left, and the Green Temple remained forever. Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows.
Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green. I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late.
On a rainy night, the Purple Pole Palace in Changsha sat alone in the Tang Dynasty, sitting in a deserted study, and the cave palace was heavy. Spring lanterns are accompanied by meditation, and the night rain is deeper.
The poor man doesn't know what will happen in the future. Right and wrong are at this time. Habitat destroyed his lifelong ambition, and when he hugged his knees, he sang for Fu Liang.
Li Chongsi, who was worried about the Tang Dynasty alone, heard that Chengdu wine could be had without money. I don't know how many fights it takes to sell it.
Two Poems of Hakka Sorrow in Tang Dynasty: Hakkas' Sorrow about the willow color is getting deeper and deeper every day. The rippling spring breeze, who knows that the calendar is chaotic.
The guest is worried about the willow color, and the spring day is long. By sending running water to Hunan, he continued to enter the emperor's hometown.
Li Tingbi, a plaintive poem in the Tang Dynasty, is hard to send and stay, and it's all over. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away. Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.
Disappointed about the rain, send money to the doctor, Tang 60 thousand accumulated rain in succession, regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
Nine mud seas, wet clouds in Qian Shan. Dragon Bell drives Money Festival, thinking of you everywhere.
"Spring Sorrow in the Tang Dynasty" Meng Jiao's spring objects are different from those when the sorrowful guests meet. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together. Jiao, who was sad alone, was still far away the day before yesterday, and yesterday was white-haired.
Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month. I am always afraid of insects singing, which makes my grass rest.
The melancholy songs of Shi Jianwu's singers in the Tang Dynasty are endless, and people's melancholy is also increasing day by day. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
Worrying about Zhuang avoids worrying again, and it is unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness? In spring, Wei Zhuang, who was worried about books, was hurt, and his hatred for it grew longer in spring.
Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax.
There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered. Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson.
The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. Huangzhou evening sorrow Tang Xiangsi Zhuo Ling tears, overlapping from the west.
Even if it is cold at night, it can't be opened without warmth in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is advisable to give up Jichuan materials.
I would like to send it to the sky, and the wind will return to Wan Li. Worried about the long night in Tang Xu, he felt that his voice was late and often sang with his eyebrows.
The yellow leaves fall to urge the anvil to set the sun, and Zigui breaks his dream when he cries. Fei Ming went to cry a thousand lines of tears, and Cai Yan came back to comb her temples.
The Four Nobles cannot be recruited into the mountains, and the homeless are the most vulnerable. Tang threw mud, which caused deep sorrow.
Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad. In Yu in the Tang Dynasty, Zhu Si worried about falling leaves and sang to herself.
Don't hate people who have no friends, but cultivate their nature and throw them into the sea. There is a sound outside the old man's car door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.
Cloth will eventually become a passer-by, and green water and green mountains will eventually pass. Jiangling sent thousands of maple leaves to Antang in Xuan Ji, and the river bridge was hidden by sunset sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.