Poems praising enamel

1. Poems about enamel

Poetry about enamel 1. Cloisonne poems

Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi

Bai Juyi in Winter Night

Bai Juyi in the snow

Negative winter Bai Juyi

Bai Juyi is homesick from winter to day in Handan.

Qin Xue Bai Juyi

Bai Juyi in A Snowy Night

Bai Juyi in early winter

Bao Rong, a guest on a winter night

A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Winter and Night _ Hao Hanshuang and the wind are blowing in Cen Can.

Pregnant with Cui tu, except at night.

Shousui Dongsi Palace

Du Fu, military vehicle shop

Du Fu, who sent his eldest grandson back to his hometown in winter night.

Dui Duxue House

Du Fu of Ge Ye

Du Fu is in Huaigu County and Gongan County.

Du Fu, General Cao's horse painter, is at the secretary's house.

As small as Du Fu.

Wild hope du fu

From Beijing to Fengxian, recite 500 words of Du Fu.

When I was in Gao Pian, Hua Fei, who left the snow behind, entered the house.

Don't move, senior.

The son of Bishop, the general of Chu family, is a foreign minister of Qian Yuan and an envoy of Han Yi.

Li Hua's Two Poems by Han Yu

Wang Xue hong sheng

Xue Wuding fought against Yun Ni, Hu Zaisong and Bird.

wormwood

Gu Feng, Confucius and Taishi, etc.

Poems, Chen Feng, Wan Qiu, Confucius and Taishi, etc.

The Book of Songs Xiao Ya Jiaogong was co-written by Confucius and Taishi.

This ancient poem is for Jiao Zhongqing's wife.

Li Bai is popular in the north.

Li Bai refused to drink.

Li Bai returns to jiusan in winter.

Look at the White Eagle _ Part II Li Bai

Look at the White Eagle _ Part I: Li Bai

Jiang Libai

Li Bai, a poem "Lu Jinshan's suggestion and Lu Xuzhou"

Sai Xia Qu Li Bai

Li Bai is hard to walk.

An ancient war-Song Liqi

Listen to Dong Da's nonsense and send a message to Richie.

Li Shangyin's Two Snow Poems

Li Shangyin, a recluse at dusk in winter.

Li Shimin Shousui _ Twilight Xie Fang Temple

Listen to the flute at night in Yili surrender city

Liu Changqing, the owner of Snow Lotus Mountain.

Bitter and cold singing Liu Jia

The titles of some ancient poems describing winter and the author's plagiarism, full text and appreciation reference: http://www.gushiwen.org/gushiwenitem _ 000000014 _1.aspx.

2. Cloisonne poems

The graceful curve of the gold thread embedded in the red copper casting tire, like your dignified beauty, reveals your heart in the eyebrows of the Jade Bird Pavilion window. Fine brushwork, both colors are suitable. The fireworks in the spring rain in March are as fine as silk, your graceful posture is like a butterfly, and your subtle beauty is like a colorful blue peony embedded in the sunset glow. Your luster is full of flowers and thick sleeves, and the fragrance is slowly wrinkled by the west wind. Who is waiting for you? It is the kind of gentleness that looks elegant, the kind of delicate hands like a corolla, the mirror of the balcony, a curtain dream, the moon, the enamel of the Yuan Dynasty and the glass of ancient Kyoto. You are still shy. I have been reincarnated for you a thousand times just to see your beautiful face again. I blew the wind myself. I have missed you for thousands of years. In the yard outside the capital, a pear flower is white. Your delicate makeup can't hide your warm sadness. Brilliant streamer will eventually become my favorite possession.

3. cloisonne poems

The gold wire embedded in the red copper casting tire is smooth.

Graceful curves are like your dignified beauty.

Jade bird porch window reveals her worries between the eyebrows.

Fine brushwork is suitable for both tones.

Fireworks and spring rain in March moisten things as fine as silk.

Your graceful posture is like a flying butterfly.

You are implicitly beautiful.

As if embedded in the glory of the sunset glow.

Colorful blue peonies accompany your smile.

Complex and delicate, your luster is full.

The thick sleeves of flowers slowly return.

The west wind wrinkled a pool of blue sky.

At dusk, it is misty and rainy. Who is waiting for you?

The most is the gentleness that looks elegant.

Like a delicate hand with a vein in the breeze of a corolla.

Loutai reading glasses, a curtain of Mugetu, such as a hook.

The enamel of the Yuan Dynasty and the glass of Kyoto are still shy.

I've been reborn for you a thousand times.

Just to see your beautiful face again.

I have been thinking about you for thousands of years.

Dong Xiao fell on a pear tree in the courtyard outside Beijing.

Your ever-changing delicate makeup can't hide your warm sadness.

Brilliance will eventually become my favorite possession.

4. Poems about "Colored Glass"

1, most good things are not firm, colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and glass is fragile. -Bai Juyi "Jian Peijun Yin"

2. Suddenly it looks like water, a pool of thin glass. -Bai Juyi's "Cui 18 New Pool"

The forest in Huangjiagou is very cold with leaves, while the water in Liuli Bi is very clean and there is no wind. -Bai Juyi's Pan-Taihu Book

4, a piece of autumn water glazed color, wide and narrow to let the boat return. -Bai Juyi's Longmen Weir Xixi

5, a thousand people donate money, and a thousand craftsmen grind glass. -Cen Can's "Dengqianfo Temple, Dofo Pagoda of Fahua Courtyard of Chu-Jin Zen Master"

6, light red amber, river blue glass. -Cen Can's "Pan-Han River has fresh children"

7. If you make a glass bowl, Wang Huai adds Dan by mistake. -Cen Can's Elegy of the King

8. There is no axe sound in the glazed palace, and the stone is accompanied by the old monk. -Chen Tao's "Double Guiyong"

9. Cui's glass exhibition is like a standing and fluttering Sichuan woman. -Cao Xun's "Eight Tones Harmony"

10, the glass floor is red, the sky is falling, and the sky is scattered. -Chen Biao's Peony in the Temple

1 1, I can't find it in the middle of the night. The glass is a temple and the moon is a lamp. -Cao Song's "Crystal rosary"

/kloc-At the beginning of 0/2, James Zhu welcomed the New Year, and the glass was used as a broom to sweep the smoke from the stream. -Cheng's Nine Poems of Willow Branches

13, oblique red willow, Liuli Qingping Bridge. -Ge Zhongsheng's "Xijiang Moon"

14, empty blue bubble soft glass, the cloud is as light as water. -Fang Li Qian's "Xihe"

15, Hailu Penghu, silver star halo, broken glass. -Fan Chenduan's Nian Nu Jiao

5. Poetry about porcelain

Send Song Peng Li Ruzhi, a poem by Xu Tuntian, to the floating beam to burn porcelain skillfully, and the color is better than Qiong Jiu.

I never like you alone because of the official illness. Older people sigh and engage in ancient times.

Yong Jingdezhen Wuranting Ming Temple Zhou Zongtao House leans on the shore, and the boat sails back to Jiang Lai every day; Workers don't have to be smart, this device can throw away the materials in the county. Give Hao Jiuming and Li Rihua a gift to find cinnabar in the city, and the pine sound cloud is empty from the pot; You light the Liu Xia lamp and go to Pan Lanting Jiuqu Spring.

The book presented to Hao Nineteen Yu Heng Xuan Kiln is very thick, and the world name is Hao Nineteen; There are even more beautiful poems. I look back at Lushan Mountain. White jade and Phnom Penh plain porcelain tires Qing Li Hong (Qianlong) white jade and Phnom Penh plain porcelain tires, carved dragons and painted phoenixes cleverly arranged; Exquisite and exquisite, you can see the green hills in silence.

Title Xuande Ruby Red Glazed Bowl Qing Li Hong (Emperor Qianlong) When the rain falls over the feet and the clouds hang down, the sunset shines alone; The mud is clear and the iron is stained with cinnabar. This bowl of pottery is fine in color. Li Hong (Qianlong) in Ji Hong bottle of Yongxuan kiln is dizzy like Xia Jihong after rain, and the fire is slightly roasted; The cinnabar in the world is not what it should be, and it is difficult for western gems to be the same.

Flower arrangement should make flowers blush, which is more hollow than painting. In 2008, the porcelain of China Dynasty was unparalleled, and the kiln was called the first in the coming year.

Don't let you decide the official songs, let alone the quality of Yongle blank? In the play, Jpua, Cheng Qing and Xu Jinzhai claimed that pottery boasted about the previous dynasty and the collection price was higher than Yinglin. Jing yuan has been casting for 300 years, and recently pushed Langyao.

Lang Yao, formerly known as Zhongcheng, is fond of ancient balance essence. Fishing for legal algae has been raging for three thousand years.

Fan Jinhe's earthenware is the oldest. Some officials decided to look for your firewood, which was searched on the ground and unearthed.

Zhong Cheng is fond of the past and has a legacy, and his politics is idle and artistic. After the rain, the sky is blue and jade red, and the palaces and temples are bright and resplendent.

Beauty Lang Feiluo, a wandering beauty in Jingdezhen, has nothing to see when innocent girl comes here. Looking down, the whole place is like a burning fire, and three thousand stoves smoke together.

The sky is full of fog, and the smoke keeps turning like a wheel. The yellow luster condenses the brush and the flowers turn into red clouds.

Back in the town, the factory felt it was obvious that Tang Ying had returned to the ancient town, and Guangdong was like a dream. The heart of the mountain remains unchanged, and the state of human feelings is life and death.

There are still thousands of merchants, and pottery smoke is still five colors long. There is a struggle for identity on the roadside of the elderly. Although people are old, they are not decadent.

Ding Mao returned to Yunyang in the middle of winter and stayed in Zhushan pottery for 20 years. Qing lives by the river and Yu 'an lives in his hometown. It's raining in Bili Village, Ma 'anshan, and the wind of the duck tail boat is light.

The uncanny workmanship is outside the flute and drum, and it is appreciated in the Tao. The frost remover said to Yunyang Road, and maple trees are like spring trees.

Yao Minxing produces fine porcelain in Jingdezhen, Jiaba, shenqing, but porcelain is not handmade; Artisans came from all directions, and artifacts became the world. There are many people living in Ye Tao, and his career has not even kept pace with the times; The rich make money and the poor work hard.

The index finger is a million cigarettes, and Chinese and foreign Jia Kezhen; There are many ants and leeches in the rough house, and pottery candles and cows fight. Metropolis is more difficult than men, and floating color is the thumb.

Poems on the Yangtze River (choose two): Qingling is like gold, heavy water hammer catches the river open, and it doesn't rain for miles; The mud is thicker and the rice is chiseled. Pray that the ship will not return to town. A hundred kinds of fine porcelain are hard to choose, and Ji Hong and Ji Cui are better than Qiong Yao; Therefore, there are no foreign products in the basin at home, and I don't envy Ge Kiln and Ding Kiln.

Fu Zhu Liangzhi Ci (choose one) Zheng Qingfeng's factory and the green fields in the clouds, Jia Chuan berthed in Wu Peng in the rain; In the dead of night, the dream of returning home was awakened, and the kiln fire was bright red on both sides. Tao Yang Zhi Zhu Ci (choose nine) Zheng Tinggui grasshopper honeycomb lane crooked, blank workers painted blue and white day and night; Now they are all from other provinces, and there are several local kiln gangs.

White glaze is removed from the blank house, and loess is packed in the box factory; In the dispute of getting on and off the ferry, the firewood boat closed and the boat sailed. The firewood on the dock is piled separately, and the man collects and counts it; Visitors to the kiln site are in a hurry, once every three days.

The name of Qiao porcelain is still alive, and the dark furnace in Phnom Penh is open; Xi Shou was not sold by farmers. Yesterday, the new kiln was tested. The green kiln burns the dragon jar and praises the old and new gangs in the same trade; Tao Qing Tao Chengqi will attend the meeting and reward God for singing solo every day.

Nine domain porcelain merchants enter the city, and their teeth are opened as designed; You know, the treasure has traveled across the ocean, and Ambassador Annan of China paid tribute. Fill the putty lightly and skillfully, and it is estimated that the pile is bright and dark; I made an appointment with my basket-carrying partner, and Huang Jiazhou came to the mainland.

Goose neck beach is full of water, barges and straw piled up like mountains; Porcelain will be shipped soon. I hope Lang will return it later. Welcome the teachers' meeting in May Festival and worship the wind and fire immortals in June; Kong Lung once read Don Gong Ji. Adults always depend on heaven.

Posthumous title Hao Jiuqing Zhu Yan Danquan brothers have a long-standing reputation, and the new town plan is following suit; The lantern is alone on the river, and the poet is hidden in the pot. Tao Ge (thirty-five selected works) Han Ji of the Qing Palace, Tao Yang, a male town in the south of the Yangtze River, is full of wonderful porcelain; Half-kiln households in the 20-mile long street, take him down and tell Duchang to follow the road.

It is not surprising that Wu Denian's so-called fake jade porcelain is today's real jade; Ordinary work, referred to by thousands of people, is known by difficult material resources. As the old saying goes, children are not used to blanks; Refined to be very thick and ripe, a model is a good porcelain.

Several circular machines are put on the plate to see the hand blank; The blank is circulated with two fingers, leaving a long handle without carving. The blank is laid on the board, and the new blank is not cut or smeared with mud; Tao Jun has been a good craftsman since ancient times. He is a strange model.

The blank does not crack and needs turning, and the round light of the knife needle is not bad; This is a matter of self-cultivation, and a little bit will damage Guanghua. The painting blank should be glazed, dipped and blown, and should be uniform and round; There are only blue and white paint materials first, and there is always time for new tricks.

Blue and white shades show the good end, and the magnetic blank picture is wide; Do you know Feng Wei Song Shang? It is known that the cover glaze is the same. White glazed blue and white flowers become flowers in one fire, and the flowers spit out from the glaze; You can participate in the creation of Tai Chi Hallows with innate wonder and infinite origin.

Look at him blowing glaze like a flute, and the small tube is veiled without water; Last week, there was no gap, and the vitality needed to be adjusted. The green material only praises the leek edge, and the description of the kiln is light and fresh; Jia Zheng's color is still relatively strong, so it's best to wear pearls and babel.

If you use lots of sheep, you can learn how to write. Look at his glaze color as ink, as if it were snowing in the pool. There are many glazed fruits in Guan Gu's family, including mirror grinding of fetal quality; If it is not as brittle as a rice cooker, the fruit glaze will be mixed with gray water.

Glazing seems to wrinkle easily, and the general rotation is always uniform; If you leave brown eyes and caviar, you will get a slight scar. Crossing the Goose Neck Beach is Guanzhuang, and people along the coast do not plant mulberry; Burn the sagger with sand and mud with bare hands and laugh at his plate full of mulberry lang.

Saggers have different origins and are generally piled by sand workers; There are even flat box cleaners, looking at steamed bread coming out from a distance. Sagger might as well burn it and hide it as thin as possible; Once the fire is raging, who can learn more?

The Wei family handed down the big kiln and once worked hard. It can be seen that hard work is as good as children and grandchildren. The kiln is full of fire day and night, and the eyes are golden to see the smoke; Raw and cooked will always be judged.

6. What are the poems about ink painting?

1, the late autumn water reflects the sunset glow, and the ink painting is new. -"The Xijiang Moon with Crushed Aquamarine" Zhou Zizhi

2, blowing back to the stream dance because of the wind, swimming in ink painting. -"Huanxisha" Li Hong

3. It's really beautiful. Mo Guanyin is hard to compare. -Anonymous "Golden Gate is Beautiful"

4, two rooms in the cloud, Lao Jun's painting, ink and ink half cloudy. -"To Li Yi Que" Xu Hun

5. West side of property management, Kowloon East. Ancient ink screen. -Wushan, misty rain in northern Yunnan, Li Qixian.

6. In the words of today's ancient fisherman, in Jiangshan ink painting. -"Magnolia Slow to Idle People" Liu

7, pen drops of ink, full of Kong Yu wind. —— Inscription of "Qingping Music Title Wu Bi Cang Shi Picture Coral Net Name Book Volume 8"

8, ink painting is light in spring, and the garden is slow. -"Spring Sound" Fang Yue

9. Romantic literary talent is endless, and ink painting and poetry contend. -Su Shi's "Wang Jinqing's Fourteen Rhyme Poems and Harmony in Jinqing"

10, Fan Luo has a new ink painting with a purple bamboo handle. -"Xie" Wang Mian

165438+-"Su Xiyan" Huang Tingjian

12. Learn ink painting behind closed doors and make a shower map in the south of the Yangtze River. -"Xie Huihao Ran" Ting Xuan Mo "Huang Tingjian

13, the ink painting in Mo Chi Pool is a mess. You should just throw a pen next to the bullfight. -Wang Youjun and Mo Chi, Jin Tianyu

14, the mountains in the smoke are bright and old, and the shadows on the clouds are messy and green. -Wang Zhidao's "Qiuye Step and Sixteen Poems by Wang Juemin"

15, the same color atlas area is dark and dust-free and natural. -"Ten Rhymes of Snow on a Spring Night" Yang Gongyuan

7. Zen poetry

In the history of China, scholars left many poems about Zen. I personally like these poems about Zen:

1. Tiyigong Zen Room

Tang Meng Hao ran

The righteous practice Zen silence and become attached to the empty forest.

The outdoor peak is beautiful and the front steps are deep.

The setting sun is full of rain, the sky is gray and gloomy.

Look at the lotus net, and you will know that you are not stained.

2. Go through the probation temple and negotiate with Ren Shangshan Hospital.

Don

Hold a bamboo stick at dusk and wait for the tiger.

Urge guests to listen to the sound of mountains and go back to the house to chase water.

Wildflowers are blooming well, and valley birds are whispering.

Sitting in the open forest at night, the breeze is as straight as autumn.

Spend a summer in Qingliu Temple to have sex with Zen master.

Don

Longzhong to the elderly, Xu Bu visited the Zen Palace.

If you want to ask healthy qi, you can see the disease from a distance.

In the eyes of mountains and rivers, in the law of the world.

Don't blame the heat, can give birth to the wind.

4. Collection of Qinglongshan Tanbi Brothers Courtyard

Don Wang Changling

Originally a quiet place, bamboo forests led to seclusion.

There are mountains outside the eaves, and heaven and earth are born.

5. Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple

Tang changjian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand sounds have disappeared, and I only hear the bell.

6. Lindong An Baili

Tang Qiji

Tuas have a pocket rate, and the empty pool is full of white lotus.

Autumn wind and bright moon, in front of Ramadan cinema.

After the color is removed, the fragrance is very harmonious.

Who knows that there is no sex, and there is a kind heart.

7. Jiongji's occasional problems

Tangzhenggu

The past is long and sighing, how can it be disturbed by labor?

So the mountain never returns, and the tower climbs alone.

Listen to the deer in the autumn garden under the forest, sweep the leaves by the river and set the sun.

There are two peaks in the aftertaste, and I have seen the ice in Anxi Waterfall.

8. Shitan is a good place.

Minglizhi

Ten volumes are profound and eternal, and the spring breeze has a bosom friend.

That is, watching bloom Day on the lake makes people feel at home.

9. fahai temple visited Rengong.

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Trees are full of empty mountains and leaves are full of corridors, and robes are cool in the north wind.

I don't know how much autumn smells, so I rolled up the curtains and asked the sunset.