The poem about Chu is 1. There are Chu Tian's poems in it.
1. I can't see Chu Tianyao, but I can't see the way home in spring. -"Chu Tianyao crossed the Qingjiang River and deliberately sent back to the spring" is like a gray.
2. Looking at the sky, there is no trace of sex-"Langtaosha, Looking at the sky" youth.
3. Chu Tian is thousands of miles away in clear autumn, and the water goes with the sky, and the autumn is endless. -Xin Qiji's "Shui Long Yin Deng Health Yi Qing Pavilion"
4. Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi. -Liu Zongyuan's "Early Plum"
I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky. -"Xiju" Liu Zongyuan
6. There are many oranges and pomelos in Liao 'an, Huanxi.
Five Dynasties: Sun Guangxian
The Polygonum flowers on the shore are blooming in the wind, and the orange sleeves are fragrant in the wind. I stand by the river and look out, and the river is surging eastward. Lonely sails in the distance, a little white light meets on the water. My eyes followed the swan goose until his figure disappeared in the distance.
Thoughts are like endless rivers, drifting with the boundless Jiang Tao. The red orchid in autumn and the blue waves of the river will definitely make him miss the affectionate Xiaoxiang.
7. Ganzhou Taishou Chen was recommended as Taishou.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The setting sun is boundless, calm and the sails are weak. Remember, flirting, beauty. Tired guests don't know where they are, and the beauty has already replied. Then he came back, just to give a cloud and help the king.
Some things, how to get them. If you know there is hatred, don't remember it. But chutian is special, and the clouds at dusk are bright. Everything that passes by is not going well. Nine times out of ten, my head is white today. Laughing at Jiangzhou, Sima is too affectionate and blue and wet.
8. Athena Chu
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
On the mountain, I left the palace and went upstairs. In front of the building, the river flows by the palace.
Chu Tian Huang Yu, Song Yu has no worries and worries about himself.
9. The river is windy and the geese fly high.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
The wind is tight and the geese are high, but the trees are endless. Chutian soul dreams disappear, and the green hills are relative.
A wisp of intermittent cool clouds came, and a few wisps of spiritual rain fell. It's cold and red tonight. Where does Yuanyang live?
10. Chrysanthemum sends Zhang Jianyang a rhyme to Jiang Hua.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Worried about pedestrians, living in the sound of partridges. There are waves in the cave, and there are waves under the leaves. Where is Chutian?
There should be countless broken willows, and the flute blows away from the pavilion. There are several Zheng Hong, accompanied him, sent jun south.
2. Look for poems containing Chutian.
Poems containing Chutian:
1, Yulinling, Liuyong (Northern Song Dynasty)
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. There is no mood to drink at the door, and the boat is urged by homesickness. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
2. Xue Mei asked Xiao Jingsuo Liu Yong (Northern Song Dynasty)
Quiet and small, dangerous buildings are independent and clear. I feel sad about autumn, and so did Song at that time. The fishing market is lonely and cold, and the water town is full of Wu Ye's sorrow. Chu Tiankuo, the waves soak in the sunset, and thousands of miles dissolve.
The wind is coming. Think of beauty, don't worry about your face, grab your eyebrows. Unfortunately, in those days, Dun was a good boy. Elegant and graceful, full of body, water flows in the west and water flows in the east. Boredom, disgust, lovesickness, do your best to pay.
3. Xin Qiji (Southern Song Dynasty)
In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer. I look at this precious sword, I hold the railing upstairs, and no one understands the mind I am building now.
Don't say chop up the perch to cook delicious food. When the west wind blows it, I wonder if that one has come back? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects. Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much! I beg someone to invite those girls who sing in red and green to wipe away the tears of the hero's frustration for me!
4, "Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan (Middle Tang Dynasty)
The early plum blossoms are on the high branches, looking at the blue sky from a distance. At night, the north wind blows and smells fragrant, adding a touch of white to the thick frost in the morning.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Cold English is on pins and needles, why comfort distant guests?
3. Poems about "Dusk"
Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling" is chilling and sad, and Changting is too late.
At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
There are many kinds of customs, who can say! -Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind.
The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building. Who knows that this quiet bamboo road leads to the bustling Yangzhou song.
-The scenery of the Three Wu Dynasties, the pavilion of Gusu, the beginning of dusk.
In the old country of Fucha, there are no fragrant roads, only barren hills. In a busy place, you can't see it, but you can smell the elk.
I think that year, I fought a decisive battle in the air, and the king of the earth fought endlessly for hegemony. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, and Fan Li capsizes.
Learn from the old history before the exam, full of love. Sunset grass boundless, will be the sorrow of the ages.
-gradually, the scenery fades, the wind anvil rings and the frost trees are red and thin.
Qu Yun. Seeing the new geese crossing, it is a beautiful woman who keeps reading books.
I miss the distance in the autumn, and my heart is filled with hatred. Huang Du.
Want to wander in the dark, want to be the past, want to move [virtual debt]. Read wine as a song, lie flat on your pillow and turn over loneliness.
Go home. Looking at the place vertically, the sunset is covered with flat weeds.
Silence is better than sound, let the sun wander by the fence. - .
Because from the beginning, I bought it. You haven't met many obstacles for a long time.
More scattered, the pulse is like the sky. There is pity, but there is no choice.
Two don't like it, a little insincere. It is dusk when you are alone in a tall building.
With warm Zhu Lan, no one will understand this. - .
Take advantage of the beautiful lanterns to compete for release, and the thick flame burns empty and even brocade. Look at the bright moon, look at the painting city, and the flower shadows are cold and crimson.
Fading out, hibiscus, blooming autumn water. The satrap sings infinity.
Hold tall buildings and move pearls and jade. Pour thousands of wells and dance pavilions, hoping that Zhu Lunqing will preach.
Ride a BMW for a thousand times. Silver candles shine for miles.
It is like a chaotic cluster and a cold star, crowded in the shadow of Penghu. The banquet hall is full of talented people, and the colorful powder shines with pearls.
I dare not look. Dan urged me to serve. I traveled to Yanshi. Get drunk early and get drunk late.
It is slow to recruit prostitutes. Draw a corner and blow the old plum blossom, and the moon sets on the west building.
-The round mirror flies high, another autumn and a half.
Who is the same as Hao Se, secretly folding his heart and listening to the lonely goose. Asking for the moon stopped to drink, where is the brocade robe? No company.
Fortunately, in the south, the Poetry Union Wine Club, carving candles for success, led to a slowdown. Tonight in Xiaolou, I will finish the Arab League.
Drinking drama, singing wildly, dancing at the end of the song, drunk and messy. Happiness is difficult to be poor, knowing the stars is easy, but it is also a sigh.
The sails shake the rainbow and the waves are cold, and the rustling maple leaves fall first.
Wanqing glass, a golden mirror, and I became three guests. The blue sky is vast, and the silver-rising people compete for white.
In the middle of the night, the ichthyosaur is quiet, the spirit flag closes at dusk, and the sky sees the light. Che Ying Gan Kun, all released, stacked jade ice palace que.
Wash away all worldly feelings, forget the world, and all dreams are over. A sea of clouds in my chest, still immersed in the bright moon.
-Looking at the mountains at dusk, the smoke is dark and lonely.
As light as an electric shock. The heart is like a mirror, the temples are like clouds, and the shadows are clear and bright.
. Sadness, Ran Ran, old, old, old. The past is long, and ten years are in a hurry.
Read Yun Xuan's dream and look back at the spring sky. Travel far, Yu Di cold, quiet night, endless resentment.
Sighing that Huang Chen buried jade for a long time, heartbroken. - .
See the red makeup and green cover, and the handle is fragrant. The moonlight is intentional, and the twilight is full of silver.
A round of high hanging, put the same, a thousand miles clear. It is cool in autumn.
Dew the jade arm, the wind blows the clouds. I couldn't bear to stay up all night, so I drank Qingzun and thought more about it.
Fortunately, there are infinite treasures in my works. The universe, after the static pole, ten sides.
A circle will not damage the awn. Get along and sit alone in Hu's bed.
4. Red plum poems
Yongmei Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
Plum, early plum.
East wind and west wind, leaves are empty in the middle of Gunmushan.
Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.
Su Shi in Hongmei
Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open.
Take care of your feelings and send spring to the root.
"Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan
Early plums grow tall trees, reflecting Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to give it to Wan Li, across the mountains and rivers.
Sitting and selling cold English is useless to comfort distant guests.
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden Lin Bu
People who are fragrant shake off their beauty and occupy the small garden with all kinds of amorous feelings.
The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant.
Frost birds want to see first, and pink butterflies like to know each other.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to talk about, and you don't need to be good at playing golden urn.
Jiang, Plum Blossom
There was a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, and now I suddenly saw several flowers in bloom.
Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in?
Xue Mei Lu Meipo
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.
Xue Mei (2) Lu Meipo
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
5. Look for poems containing Chutian.
Including Chu Tianshi: 1, Yulinling, Liuyong (Northern Song Dynasty) was cold and miserable, Changting was late, and the shower began to rest.
There is no mood to drink at the door, and the boat is urged by homesickness. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? 2, "Xue Jing Xiao suo" Liu Yong (Northern Song Dynasty) Jing Xiao suo, the dangerous building has its own clear sky. I feel sad about autumn, and so did Song at that time.
The fishing market is lonely and cold, and the water town is full of Wu Ye's sorrow. Chu Tiankuo, the waves soak in the sunset, and thousands of miles dissolve.
The wind is coming. Think of beauty, don't worry about your face, grab your eyebrows.
Unfortunately, in those days, Dun was a good boy. Elegant and graceful, full of body, water flows in the west and water flows in the east.
Boredom, disgust, lovesickness, do your best to pay. 3. Xin Qiji (Southern Song Dynasty) went to Dora in Chuqiantian, and the water went to autumn with the day.
Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer.
I look at this precious sword, I hold the railing upstairs, and no one understands the mind I am building now. Don't say chop up the perch to cook delicious food. When the west wind blows it, I wonder if that one has come back? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects.
Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much! I beg someone to invite those girls who sing in red and green to wipe away the tears of the hero's frustration for me! 4, "Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan (Mid-Tang Dynasty) early plum trees are tall, reflecting Chu Tianbi. At night, the north wind blows and smells fragrant, adding a touch of white to the thick frost in the morning.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Cold English is on pins and needles, why comfort distant guests? .
6. Ancient poems about red
1, Wang Wei, Red Peony in Tang Dynasty
The green leaves of red peony are quietly unfolding, and the color of red peony is bright and deep.
In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts?
The green leaves of red peony are spreading quietly, and the color of red peony is unusually deep. In the face of withering, peony hurts. Do you know what peony thinks?
2. Hongmei, Shi Peng, Wang Song.
Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.
It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.
Peach and plum, don't be jealous of me. Hongmei and Taoli bloom differently. Hongmei experienced a snowstorm and had traces of snow on her body. It still doesn't admit that its color is red.
3, "Partridge, a little residual red in the end" Zhou Zizhi in the Song Dynasty.
When a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air.
It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.
I kept a residual lamp alone. It almost burned out. It's getting cold, the autumn wind fills the screen, and it rains in the middle of the night. Every leaf and sound is a sad cry of parting.
4. "Partridge Sky, Title Broken Fragrance and Little Red" was written in Song Dynasty.
The title breaks the fragrance, and the poem meets the old.
Snow hangs on the wine noodles in the west building, and the spring shirt in Nanyuan is cool.
The fragrant and patterned red paper is full of poems, most of which are for an old lover. I only remember that when the West Building advised her to drink, she hung down like snow, and when Nanyuan sang and danced, the spring shirt fluttered like a breeze.
5, "Fisherman, but the nylon pole is red" Qing Nalan Xingde.
Autumn wind is not as good as autumn wind to cut hibiscus.
At sunset, the fisherman put away his fishing rod and prepared to go home. Even the autumn wind is gentle and refuses to let the lotus wither. The misty water, leisurely fishermen, listening to the melody of piccolo, were blown into the depths of the reed swing by the autumn wind.
7. Ancient poems about red
"Shousui" Li Shimin
The setting sun shines obliquely on the splendid palace of Jinbi, and the years make the palace more beautiful.
At the end of the year, winter snow and winter snow melt, and it seems that a warm spring breeze blows in the warm palace.
Huge red candles are lit and look like a bunch of flowers.
* * * Spring Festival, send you all night.
"The distant mountains are clear and blue fog" Li Shimin
The residual clouds gather in the green ridge, and the evening mist is all day long.
All green, and half red.
Just like the first month, the wind is very strong.
Also because of Sanli, the crown is far from the same.
"Fu Dehua Wu Ting" Li Shimin
The blue sky has smoked the palace, and the new core is half makeup.
The color is light and foggy, and the fragrance attracts the wind.
The trees are thick and comfortable, and the flowers are thin and red.
It seems to be hidden when it rains.
Li Shimin's Pipa
There is no shadow for half a month, and all the seasons are spent.
Destroy thousands of miles, hide a few sorrows.
The festival is full of black tea and the sound is full of green curtains.
When the bomb flies, the wind is fast, and the slow bend is late.
I hate my spare time, so I miss you.
"Shousui" Li Zhi
Tonight, the winter law has passed and the scenery is new.
Flowers are condensed with snow, and all strips contain warm air.
The buds are still there and the ice has been etched.
Thin red plum is cold, light green willow is light spring.
Send to welcome two solar terms, and make it cold.
Du Mu.
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Yi hai's miscellaneous poems
gong zizhen
The mighty sorrow stays in the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon.
Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
late spring
Han Yu
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.
Huayang Hubbard has no talent, but only knows how to make snowflakes fly all over the sky.
Lakeside temple at dawn
Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors. Hope to adopt!