1. What are Liu Yong's poems?
Li Shangyin's "Two Untitled Poems" (Part 1) The stars and wind blew last night, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drums and went to answer the officials, walking around Malantai and turning around. Untitled No. 1 Come with empty words and leave without a trace. The moon is setting at five o'clock in the morning upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry, and the book is hastened to become ink. The wax illuminates half the cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated that Pengshan was far away, and even more so, it was ten thousand layers away from Pengshan. 2. A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. Untitled No. 3 The stars last night and the wind last night, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are given to me with gouchun wine to warm me, and I am given a red candle covered with candles.
I listened to the drums and went to answer the officials, walking around Malantai and turning around. Untitled It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. Untitled: When I was eight years old, I secretly looked in the mirror, and I could already draw my eyebrows.
When I was ten years old, I went on an outing with hibiscus as my skirt. Twelve years of learning to play the zither, the silver armor has never been removed.
Fourteen years ago, six relatives were hidden, and she was still unmarried. Fifteen, weeping in the spring breeze, swinging from behind.
Two untitled poems: The phoenix tail incense is several layers thin, and the cracks in the dome of green dome are deep in the night. Fan Cai Yue's soul can't hide its shame, the car is driving away and the sound of thunder can't make sense.
Once upon a time, it was lonely, golden embers dark, no news, pomegranate red. The spots are only tied to the shore of the weeping poplar trees, and there is a good wind in the southwest.
The heavy curtains go deep into the Mochou Hall. After lying down, the night is long and thin. The career of a goddess is just a dream, and the sister-in-law has no husband in her home.
If the wind and waves don’t believe that the water chestnut branches are weak, who will teach the moon dew that the osmanthus leaves are fragrant. It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Two untitled poems. They come as empty words but disappear without a trace. The moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs. The dream is so far away that it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastily turned into ink.
The wax illuminates half the cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Untitled The stars last night and the wind last night, west of the painting building and east of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
The next seat will be warmed by spring wine, and the red wax lamp will shine on each seat. I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent.
Four Untitled Poems (Part 1) They come as empty words and disappear without a trace, The moon is setting at five o’clock upstairs. The dream is far away and it is difficult to recall the cry, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax shines on the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
(Part 2) A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
(Part 4) Where mourning kites are in charge, where cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of poplar trees. The boss's old daughter is not for sale, and it's three and a half months in the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and we are watching from the same wall after the Qingming Festival. Returning to the fifth watch, the swallows in the Liang Dynasty sighed.
Brother Wang and his colleagues visited each other, and when they saw him having a drink, they mourned him. His death was approaching, but he refused to go because he was sending it. Xie Fumenting was in the old position, but now the singing pipe belongs to Tanlang.
There is no one around, and the curtains are hanging to the floor. When I want to brush the dust, the mat is on the bed. The young boy of the Ji family is still pitiable, but how can he hope for the beautiful daughter of the Zuo family? The sorrowful rain and abdominal ailments are hard to cure, and the west wind is blowing thousands of miles at night.
Two untitled poems: The phoenix tail incense is a few layers thin, the cracks in the dome of green dome are deep in the night. Fan Cai's moon soul is so embarrassed that he can't hide his shame. The car is driving away and the sound of thunder makes no sense.
Once upon a time, it was lonely, golden embers were dark, and there was no news, pomegranate red. The spots are only tied to the bank of weeping poplar trees. Where can we wait for the good wind from the southwest? The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is long and thin.
The life of a goddess is just a dream, and my sister-in-law lives without a husband. The wind and waves don’t believe that Lingzhi is weak. Who teaches the fragrant osmanthus leaf to the moon dew? It's useless to think about lovesickness, but it's okay to feel melancholy.
Untitled It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Li Shangyin: One of two untitled poems. They come as empty words and disappear without a trace. The moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs. The dream is so far away that it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastily turned into ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
Untitled I looked in the mirror secretly at the age of eight, and I can already draw my eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went on an outing with hibiscus as my skirt.
Twelve people learn to play the zither, but they never take off their silver armor. Sixteen relatives are hidden in the fourteenth year, and they are still unmarried.
Weeping in the spring breeze on the fifteenth day, the swing falls on the back. Untitled The stars last night and the wind last night, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drums and went to answer the officials, walking around Malantai and turning around. Untitled Poem No. 2 A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. One of two untitled poems. The phoenix tail incense is a few layers thin, and the cracks in the dome of green dome are deep in the night.
Fan Caiyue can't hide her shame, and the car is driving and the sound of thunder can't make sense. It used to be lonely, golden embers dark, no news, pomegranate red.
The spots are only tied to the banks of the weeping poplars. Where can there be good winds in the southwest? Untitled Poem No. 2 The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is long and thin. The life of a goddess was just a dream, and the life of my sister-in-law was originally a dream.
If you don’t believe that Lingzhi is weak in the storm, who will teach you the fragrance of osmanthus leaves in Moon Dew? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. Untitled Where are the mourning kites and emergency management? The cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of the alley.
The old daughter of the owner is not for sale, and it is half a month during the day. Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and she is watching from the same wall after the Qingming Festival.
The return exhibition turned to the fifth watch, and the swallows in Liangjian sighed after hearing it. Untitled Xie Fu Menting was in the last line of the old days, but now the singing pipe belongs to Tanlang.
There is no one around, and the curtains are hanging to the floor. When I want to brush the dust, the mat is on the bed. The young boy of the Ji family is still pitiable, but how can he hope for the beautiful daughter of the Zuo family? The sorrowful rain and abdominal ailments are hard to cure, and the west wind is blowing thousands of miles at night. 2. Poems about joys and sorrows
These past years should have been just a waste of good times and good scenery, but even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them about them.
"Yulin Ling" Liu Yong
There are close friends in the sea, and the eyes of the sky are like neighbors.
"Send off Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" Wang Bo
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's sending me love.
"Gift to Wang Lun" Li Bai
The mountain winding road turns away and you are nowhere to be seen, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
"Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital" Cen Shen
I advise you to drink another glass of wine and go west to Yangguan without any friends.
"Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" Wang Wei
Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, and their hearts are filled with ice in the jade pot.
"Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower" Wang Changling
The wandering clouds are like a wandering child, and the setting sun is an ancient sentiment. I wave my hand away to silence the zebra's cry.
"Send a Friend" Li Bai 3. Collection of Poems About the Moon
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Original publisher: Faust 1999
Verses describing the moon 1. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. ____Su Shi's "Spring Night·A Moment of Spring Night is Worth a Thousand Gold" 2. People today cannot see the moon in ancient times, but this month once shone on the ancients. ____Li Bai's "Ask the Moon about Wine·My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask about it" 3. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ____Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" 4. On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk. ____Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Yuanxi" 5. On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Fourth Bridge, where can the beauty teach you how to play the flute? ____ Du Mu's "Send to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou" 6. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. ____ Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-Law on a Moonlit Night" 7. The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian creates smoke. ____Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" 8. When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. ____ Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival" 9. The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. ____Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" 10. The sun is full of lust, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can't sleep. ____Li Bai's "Long Acacia · Part 2" 11. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower. ____Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Autumn with the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and Residual Jade Mat" 12. The spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ____Wang Anshi's "Mooring on Guazhou" 13. The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. ____Li He's "Twenty-three Horse Poems·Part 5" 14. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows up the stone. ____Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains" 15. Now that Li Bai has passed away, how full and waning is the moon in the blue sky? ____Tang Yin's "Singing Wine to the Moon" 16. The moon crescents over Jiuzhou, making some families happy and others sad. ____Anonymous "The Moon Bends over Kyushu" 17. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. ____Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·Speechlessly Going to the West Tower Alone" 18. Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. ____Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Ling·Cicada's Sorrow" 19. The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which breaks one's initial tranquility. ____Su Shi's "Business Master·Residence at Dinghui Yuan in Huangzhou" 20. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy.
___ 4. Poems that express the feeling of parting from friends
1. "Farewell at Jinling Wine Shop" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, and Wu Ji drinks wine to greet the guests. taste. (Encourage guests, one of the works: Call for guests)
The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and everyone drank wine if they wanted to or not.
Please ask me about the flowing water in the east. Do you want to know who is short or long?
Definition:
The spring breeze blew catkins, the hotel room was filled with fragrance, and the maid brought out the wine and urged me to taste it carefully.
Young friends from Jinling came to see him off one after another. Whether they want to leave or stay, they all enjoy their joys and sorrows.
Please ask me, which one is more long-term, eastward flowing river, farewell or flowing water?
2. "Farewell to Friends on the Huai River" Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu
The Yangliu Spring at the head of the Yangtze River, Yang Hua Chou killed the people crossing the river.
Several bagpipes left the pavilion at night, you were heading towards Xiaoxiang and I was heading towards Qin.
Interpretation:
The youthful beauty of the willows at the head of the Yangtze River arouses people's hearts, and the poplars dance like snow all over the sky, killing people crossing the river.
The gentle breeze blows the flute and leaves the pavilion dyed in the dusk. You are about to go south to Xiaoxiang, but I am rushing to Xiqin.
3. "Farewell" Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan
The willow trees are in the east wind, and the green river is sandwiched between them.
The reason for the suffering of climbing and breaking is probably due to the many separations.
Definition:
In the spring breeze, willow trees appear green along both sides of the Yuhe River.
It’s not so convenient to climb and fold recently, probably because there are too many people away from me.
4. "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xuanzhou Xiezhenlou" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
He who abandons me will not be able to stay the day I left yesterday;
Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today.
The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.
The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon. (Lan Tong: Lan; Mingyue, One Work: Sun and Moon)
Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow more, and raising a cup will eliminate the sorrow and make it more sorrowful. (The first work of Xiaochou, Xiaochou)
If life is not satisfactory, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.
Definition:
The yesterday that abandoned me is irretrievable.
Today is a confusing day for me, and it makes me worry a lot.
Thousands of miles of wind blows away the autumn geese. Facing the beautiful scenery, you can enjoy the high-rise building.
Mr.'s articles have the style of Jian'an, and from time to time they reveal the elegance of Xiao Xie's poetry.
You and I are full of great interest and want to go up to the sky and embrace the bright moon.
Draw a knife to cut off the water flow, and the water waves will flow more smoothly; raise a glass to relieve the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more intense.
If you can't get what you want in life, you might as well board a small boat on the Yangtze River with your hair disheveled.
5. "Farewell to Friends" Tang Dynasty: Xue Tao
There is frost at night in the Shui Kingdom, and the moon is cold and the mountains are green.
Who said that a thousand miles away from this evening will be as long as a fortress from a dream.
Interpretation:
The night in the Water Country is shrouded in the cold moonlight. The cold moonlight blends into the deep green mountains shrouded in the night, making it vast and vast.
Who said that the distance between friends starts tonight? But even after parting, there was no trace of the dream of meeting again. It was as far away as a distant barrier.
5. Poems about saying goodbye
1. In the past, I left. The willows are leaning on each other, now I am thinking about it. The rain and snow are falling - The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Picking Wei> 2. Elegies can be used as weeping. Looking from afar, one can return home - Han Dynasty Yuefu Folk Song Elegy> 3. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the bird's nest to the south branch - Han Dynasty. Nineteen ancient poems, line after line> 4. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass can repay three spring rays - Tang. Meng Jiao Wandering Zi Yin> 5. Being close to hometown makes you more timid. You dare not ask the visitor - Tang. Song Zhiwen asked Dayuling> 6. You come from your hometown. You should know the things in your hometown. In the coming days, you will see the cold plum blossoms in front of the beautiful window. Flowers not yet bloomed? --Three Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty> 7. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon. I lower my head and think about my hometown--Tang Dynasty. Li Bai's Quiet Night Thoughts> 8. Where is my hometown? I forget it unless I am drunk. --Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao Bodhisattvaman> 9. During every festive season, I miss my relatives even more--Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei recalled Shandong brothers on September 9th> 10. Tonight, the moon is bright and everyone can see. I wonder who is missing in autumn--Tang Dynasty. Wang Jian on the 15th night Looking at the Moon and sending it to Dr. Du> 11. When meeting people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different. But I hate that the orioles sound like the old mountains - Tang Dynasty. Five poems of Sikong Tu Manshu> 12. Only the water of the mirror lake in front of the door. The spring breeze does not change the old waves - Tang Dynasty. Two Occasional Letters by He Zhizhang on Returning to His Hometown> 13. A young man left home and his elder returned. The local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. --Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's Occasional Letters on Returning to His Hometown> 14. The dew is white tonight. The moon is bright in my hometown--Du Fu, Tang Dynasty Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night> 15. Sadness is the reason for parting - Warring States Period. Chu. Qu Yuan's Nine Songs. Shao Siming> 16. We are far apart and the sun has faded - Nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty. Lines are repeated. 行> 17. People return after falling geese. They think in front of flowers - Sui Dynasty. . Reasons are still confused. It is the sorrow of separation. The feeling of separation is in the heart - Li Yu meets happily> 20. It is easy to see each other but hard to see each other. Spring is gone when flowers fall like water. Heaven and earth - Li Yu rushes through the sand> 21. Life is not mutually exclusive. Seeing and moving is like participating in business--Tang Dynasty. Du Fu presented the eight ministers of the guard> 22. Advise you to drink another glass of wine. There are no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west--Tang Dynasty. Wang Wei Weicheng Qu> 23. Don’t worry about having no friends in the world. Who doesn't know you--Tang Dynasty. Gao Shi said goodbye to Dong Da>.