1. Verses about cutting
Verses about cutting 1. Poems about being as skillful as cutting the wind
I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February Like scissors.
Title of work: Ode to Willows
Year of creation: Tang Dynasty
Source of work: "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty"
Literary genre: Seven Characters Quatrains
Author: He Zhizhang
Original text of the work
Ode to Willows
Jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree,
Ten thousand A green silk ribbon hangs down.
I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Annotation translation
Poetry annotation
Jasper: jade green. Here it is used as a metaphor for the green willow leaves in spring.
Makeup: decoration, dressing up.
A tree: full of trees. One: full, complete. In classical Chinese poetry and articles, quantifiers do not necessarily indicate exact quantities when used. The "wan" in the next sentence means a lot.
绦(tāo): a rope made of silk. This refers to wicker like a ribbon.
Cut: Cut.
Similar: Like, as if.
Poetry Translation
The tall willow trees are covered with new green leaves, and the gentle willow branches hang down, like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons.
Whose skillful hands cut these thin leaves? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February, like a pair of dexterous scissors.
2. Poems about planting
Walking up Dongpo (Bai Juyi)
Walking up Dongpo towards the east, walking up Dongpo at night.
What does Dongpo love? Love this newly grown tree.
Planted at the beginning of the year, it brings prosperity to the end of spring.
Faith and faith can only be taken one step at a time, but there are countless things to do without action.
The green shade turns to a slanting view, and the fragrance is gentle and graceful.
The new leaf birds come down and the wilting butterflies fly away.
Carrying a mottled bamboo stick leisurely, slowly dragging a jute bow.
The desire to know is frequent, and the green grass becomes a white road.
Re-sending lychees to Yang Shijun When I heard that Yang Shijun wanted to plant them, there was a sentence (Bai Juyi)
When I picked them, they were carrying the early morning dew, so I had to use a boat to send them.
The scarlet shirt that reflects me is completely missing, but the silver seal of the public is the most distinct.
The fragrant green leaves are really worthy of painting, but the red and green cage is really pitiful.
When I heard that Wanzhou was ready to plant seeds, I was worried about the year when I would be able to eat them.
He Lotte Luocheng spring Qi Liang style eight rhymes (Liu Yuxi)
The imperial city is suitable for spring, and visitors are happy. Grass grows in Jilun Valley, and flowers grow in Mochou Square.
The broken clouds reveal the color of the mountains, and the gentle breeze ripples with water. There is a theater in front of the building and a cockfighting ring under the trees.
The white-headed man is his own companion, and his cup is full of green wine. Pan Yuan Guan planted, Xie Shu read the pond.
Being at leisure is like seclusion, and you are not sad when you are old. Asking each other about merits, Yin Huang travels to his hometown.
Golden Thread Song/Congratulations to the Bridegroom (Liu Chenweng)
Ask in what year it was planted. The path is unique, the flowers are blooming, and the brocade blooms thousands of steps. The old man still remembers me under the flowers, unlike the reward place. And blow it off, and thank the villa by the roadside. Where is Huang Si's natal family now? They are also living in Qianqian Village. Thousands of hate, send red rain. Carrying a pot and borrowing grass to sing at dusk. Remember the night before, deep alliance to stop drinking, the situation is good enough to help the road. A cup of flowers floats on the surface with a broken hand, and I don’t realize it is two, three, four, five. Gengzhuli, Diankuang Cuihu. I tried to talk about the gentlemen looking at the flowers, but now, I am looking forward to it. I don’t see you, there’s a tree in Qujiang.
The title is from the Nanyuan of the Zhengli of the Humanity Road in Congboshe (Liu Deren)
In the Yuxindi of the emperor's palace, with a red facade and a beautiful face. The dawn hall increases the refreshing air, and the trees move the clear yin.
Go straight to see Yao and return to the bamboo forest. The tone of a romantic and talented scholar is like that of the ancients.
The lilies cover the windows, and the berry moss is close to the depth of the well. There is no green grass to separate the rituals, and the poems are chanted in white clothes.
The lonely crane is left alone in Xuanjing, and the court is empty until it reaches the anvil far away. Cover the gates and tailor the imperial edict, open the mirror and arrange the hairpins.
The planting is like this now, and the dust will never invade. The cloud rushes to the assassin, waiting for the rain every day.
Planting eggplant (Wang Mian)
Planting requires raw land, and it is also advisable to remove grass.
If you are ashamed of the tableware, don’t be shy about nourishing it.
The rain and dew are timely and the grace is timely, but the wind and frost cannot destroy it.
Let the foundation be solid and you will see how it recovers.
Reed Cluster (Weng Tao)
The land forms a cluster by itself, that is because of the power of planting. There are flowers all spitting out snow, no rhyme or wind.
The sandbird is reflected in the reflection, and the waterworm is standing on the dark roots. On a cold and rainy night, Jiang Han's thoughts are endless.
3. What are the poems about tailors?
1. The silver lamp Qingsuo tailor rested and looked at the Mingzhu of Jincheng. Tang Dynasty: "Five Poems of Changxin Autumn" by Wang Changling
Interpretation: The tailoring stopped only when the crowd became more quiet under the silver lamp, and his eyes turned to Miyagi Mingzhu.
2. The tailor sent a long way and arrived in Lintao in a few days. Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Midnight Wu Ge·Winter Song"
Interpretation: I am sending tailor-made clothes to a distant place. When will it arrive at Lintao, the border gate?
3. Thinking of the tattered spring shirt, I was bidding farewell to the tailor under the lamp.
Song Dynasty: Dai Fufu's "Magnolia Slowly and Orioles Crying Endlessly"
Interpretation: Looking at the shabby spring shirt on your body, you clearly remember that it was cut by you all night under the lamp when you were saying goodbye. become.
4. The tailor sees himself as a guest, and the crow sits alone in the night sky and crows. Tang Dynasty: "The Housewife of Lujiang" by Li Bai
Interpretation: You are virtuous, mending clothes for the guests who pass by your house. Unfortunately, it is like the lonely crow in the tree on the city wall.
5. The autumn frost is about to strike, and the tailor's scissors are cold under the lamp. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Han Boudoir's Resentment"
Interpretation: The autumn frost is about to fall, and the jade hands have already felt the cold in advance. Under the cold light, she held cold scissors and sewed winter clothes for her husband who was guarding far away.
6. The wild geese returned after leaving last year, but tonight the tailor’s fireflies have flown away. Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hong's "Girlfriends"
Interpretation: Last year, when we were leaving, the wild geese were flying south. Tonight, there are no traces of the fireflies under the lights.
7. The tailor has no place to wait, thinking about the situation with his mind. Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's "Girlfriend Love"
Interpretation: The wife is waiting alone at home, so she has to cut her affection into her clothes.
8. The beauty irons the paper carefully, and the tailor eliminates all the stitches. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "White Silk Walk"
Interpretation: The female workers carefully made the dance clothes and ironed the dance clothes carefully. It looked like an uncut dance clothes, with no trace of sewing.
9. Just be afraid of being a tailor, but you can’t reach a river without trust. Tang Dynasty: Yu Shinan's "Chinese Women's Weaving Flows Yellow"
Interpretation: I am afraid that after the tailor has finished making the clothes, there will be no way to deliver them to Jiaohe.
10. I would like to say goodbye to you because of this behavior, so I will undress you. Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's "Concubine's Unlucky Life"
Explanation: Thinking of her husband's intention to die during this trip, I used her body as a suitcase for her husband to wear under his torment.
4. Poems about meekness
1. "Lao Lao Pavilion" by Li Bai of Tang Dynasty
The sad place in the world
Lao Lao send Guest Pavilion
The spring breeze knows how to say goodbye to the bitterness
Don’t send willow green
2. The village lives in Gaoding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in February In the sky, the willows are blowing on the embankment and drunk with spring smoke.
Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind
3. Willow branches Liu Yuxi
When the calyx was first planted in front of the building,
Beautiful girls fight over their waists upstairs.
Now being thrown into the long street,
To whom are the dew leaves crying?
4. Ode to the Willow by He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Hope this helps, thank you!
5. What are the poems about chanting willows
The poems about chanting willows are as follows:
"Yong Liu"
Tang He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Ode to the Willows"
Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty
The rain and the wind cannot control themselves, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to people.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin.
"Willow Branches"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Yiyi curls up to regain his youth, seducing the spring breeze with unlimited emotion.
White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.
"Ode to the Willows" is a seven-character quatrain written by He Zhizhang, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
This poem is about willows in early spring and February. In the poem, the willow tree is used to sing about the spring breeze, comparing the spring breeze to scissors, saying that it is the creator of beauty, and praising her for cutting out spring.
The translation of the poem is as follows:
The tall willow trees are covered with new green leaves, and the gentle willow branches hang down, like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons.
Whose skillful hands cut these thin leaves? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February, like a pair of dexterous scissors.
6. Poems about retention
Therefore, the beauty of spring is retained
The peach pistils are beginning to wither, after the two swallows have arrived, the young buds on the branches are in season. The crimson calyx is full of beauty. The dew shines on the dawn scene, cutting the ice silk ribbons. The smoke spreads the beauty. It looks like a light breeze, and the makeup turns into fragrant cheeks. Looking at the warm sun, inducing vomiting, the flowers occupy the windy moon in the forest. I have seen several branches beside the altar, which should be A true immortal, so I will keep the beauty of spring. I suddenly feel that it is the fate of God, and let him, who can say, the peaches and plums will become the trail. The clear sky is easy to snow. Waiting for a drink, clear appreciation without rest. Cherish more, keep the pheasants, there is no need to break them again..< /p>
From: "The Apricot Blossom Sky is Slow" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Cao Xun The complete collection of Cao Xun's poems is only the result of Cao Xun
Leave the Spring Beauty
A handsome poet, Thinking of the old mountain, ten years apart. Chatting about life, the rich family is old and hidden, the green locust trees are new. The good rain has begun to clear, but it is still half warm, and the golden jade tree is opening the Yao banquet. It is also said that the algae borrowed from the river and sky, leaving the spring scenery. Passing the Lishe, My nephew and I talk about the past and feel sad about the past. I am happy to see you in the present, and the mirror is as before. The smoke and trees are green all the time on your temples, and your square pupils reflect the cold blue of the pond. But once a year, once a year, I come back, how happy I am...< /p>
From: "Man Jiang Hong" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhu Xi The complete collection of Zhu Xi's poems is only the result of Zhu Xi
Spring beauty remains in cold places
The plum blossoms are white in the window and the moon is in the night hall. Deep, the candle shakes the red shadow, the embroidered curtain hangs down the forehead. The half-drunk gold hairpin should be sitting delicately, and the spring color is left in the cold place. The deep meaning is, the four strings are picked lightly. The flowers in the fragrant wood are pecking at the wood, the green is slightly edged, and the fairy clogs are falling. Stars Looking forward to turning around, taking advantage of the charming photo. This hand is really rare in the world. Go to the respect, meet each other, and know each other. Sadness is shallow, kindness is deep, and old friends are separated by clouds. Afraid of damage, bows and shoes are red and narrow. In exchange for pearls and knowledge. Do you agree or not? The green window is deep and the evergreen spring takes pity. Stop being upset and sit still.
7. Poems about freehand brushwork
Jiangchengzi Qin Guan
< p> Willows in Xicheng make spring soft. Move away from worries. The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao,No one was seen, the water flowed empty.
Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs. Even the spring river is full of tears,
There is no end to the flow, and there are many sorrows.
Or:
Autumn Wind Ci by Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.
We know the day when we meet each other, but we are embarrassed at this time and night;
Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, short lovesickness brings endless ends,
Good morning Knowing that people are so tripped up, why not have known each other before.
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