The legendary sword's poem about phoenix tree 1. Poems about the phoenix tree.
"Phoenix Back to the Cloud" —— Tang Tengqian sees the feather instrument in Kanaida, and the phoenix tree is cold.
The son of the five tombs pities the beautiful woman's article, paints and embroidered clothes. The top of Pengshan Mountain drinks and pecks, and autumn smoke flies down the Forbidden City.
Nong Yu once went to the cloud, and the golden box was opened on 12 floor. "To Deng Zhihong" The third route of the land tour was never half-grassed, and the west gate was opened for an old friend. Is it the buttonwood that is ashamed? Fortunately, Chaoyang Mingfeng has come.
"The Book of Songs is elegant" Volume 1: "Fengming is in Gorkon. The phoenix tree was born in the morning. "
Du Fu's "Autumn Xing" has eight sentences: "The fragrant rice pecks at parrot grains, and the old phoenix perches on green trees." Bai Juyi's love for the first time in the gorge: "The phoenix is content with Wu, and the diving fish likes algae."
Lu you's "seeing Deng Zhihong off": "Shame is not the buttonwood tree, but the morning sun is shining." .
2. Poems describing Chinese parasol trees
Common poems are:
Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence.
The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is shaking, which makes people feel sad in the spirit of heaven.
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost.
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind.
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall.
The wine is scattered and the grass is scattered, and the rest are alone in the phoenix tree.
Sunlight passes through the curtains and shadows surround the Indus River.
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together.
Here I list a song:
Li Yu's Meet You Huan
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. [ 1]
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
Is sad, [2]
It's not just the general taste. [3]
Precautions:
[1] Lock clear autumn: It is deeply covered by autumn colors.
[2] Sorrow: refers to the worry of going to the country.
[3] Don't be ordinary: you should also do "Don't do something", which has another meaning.
The word "Meet You Huan" sings the concern of parting. It is difficult to determine the writing period of this word. If it was written by Li Yu in his early years, the dazzling sadness in his words is just an episode of his court life. If it was written after returning to the Song Dynasty, it should show his heartache of leaving his hometown for the country.
From the sentence "There is nothing to say when going to the West Building alone", take a picture of a compassionate god. A "speechless" person is not speechless, but has nothing to say. From the author's dull footsteps and dignified expressions of "silence" and "exclusive enjoyment", we can see that he is very lonely and sad. Originally, the author knew the truth that "you can't lean on the railing alone", because the scenery outside the railing often touched his inner sadness, but now he is willing to take this "risk", which shows that he misses his old country (or old friend) and is very attached.
"The moon is like a hook", which the author saw in the West Building. The waning moon reflects the author's loneliness and the "three thousand miles of mountains and rivers" out of his sight (Broken Array). How many reverie and memories did he have? Looking downstairs, you can see that the deep courtyard is shrouded in autumn in Xiao Sa. "Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn", here, it is impossible and unnecessary to distinguish whether the "lonely" person is a phoenix tree or an author, because love and scenery are infinitely beautiful.
After the film, people have been full of praise for the three sentences of "cutting without stopping", expressing sadness with hemp and concretizing abstract emotions, but more importantly, the sentence summarized by the author: "Don't be the general taste in my heart."
Poets use vivid artistic images to express their sadness at parting, or write down the depth of sadness, such as Li Bai's "Parting and Parting": "No one can tell the sadness of the past when the sea goes straight to Wan Li"; Or write about the length of sorrow, such as Li Bai's "Qiu Pu Ge": "White hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is as long as long"; Or write about the weight of love, such as Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun": "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry"; Or write a lot of thoughts, such as Qin Guan's "Thousand Years": "Spring goes and spring comes, flying red like the sea." Li Yu used this sentence to write a sad taste: its taste is sour and salty, but it is rooted in the author's heart and cannot be dispelled. The tongue is not good, but the heart feels something. So you don't need to appeal to people's vision, but directly to people's hearts. After reading it, people naturally feel the same way in combination with their own experiences. There is no doubt that this way of writing has its profundity.
3. There are poems about buttonwood.
1, buttonwood shadow sunset oblique
Tang Dynasty: Yan Lu
The setting sun is oblique and the autumn wind is cold. Whether the old friend will come or not tonight will make people do their best.
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The sun has set in the west, and I will go down the mountain as soon as I see it. The autumn wind came in waves, and I felt colder. After waiting so long, why hasn't my old friend come yet? Are you coming or not? After waiting for a long time, night has fallen and there is moonlight everywhere. I don't know how long it took, but the shadow of the phoenix tree faded, and there was no moon shadow.
2. Yong Wu Tong
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
This tall tree can sweep the sky at dusk and brush away the frost in the morning.
Why not in Yangzhou, which led to the phoenix inhabiting?
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Tall buttonwood trees can sweep away the cold stars in the sky and the frost at dusk. (The two poems describe the height and majesty of the phoenix tree in an exaggerated way. Why not plant it in Yangzhou to attract the phoenix to live?
3, Huanxi sand rain broke Wu Tong's tears.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Rain breaks the phoenix tree, tears begin to harvest, and self-pity and self-pity. I hate old relationships that cost money.
The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty. Where are the eyebrows like hooks?
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The autumn rain stopped, and the plane leaves stopped dripping, as if they didn't shed tears. Re-remember and release your feelings. I thought I had a wonderful relationship with someone I missed. (Memories) That beautiful figure, peach blossom face, but people have left (but people don't know where to go). Only petite shoe prints were left on the moss-covered path. Where are the people who miss each other? Only lonely people are like the bright moon.
4. Magnolia left a rainy night on the plane.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
In the middle of the night, the rain hit the phoenix tree. The soul of a dream is nowhere to be found. Sleeping on a bamboo mat, feeling the coolness of the night, I know that autumn is coming, and I hear cricket constantly calling, which seems to urge women to spin cloth.
Remember the way the dream came, so clearly appeared in front of me. I seem to be intoxicated with the songs and dances of Jiangting. Someone must ask you in front of your elders in order to tell your feelings after parting.
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In the middle of the night, the rain hits the phoenix tree. The patter of rain woke me up from my dream. With infinite melancholy, I want to find my dream again and reunite with my loved ones in my dream, but I can't find it anymore. Sleeping on a bamboo mat, feeling the coolness of the night, until autumn has come, and hearing the cold wind keep calling, it seems to urge women to spin quickly.
I still remember how clear the road was in my dream. It seems that I am still intoxicated with Jiangting's singing and dancing. Someone must have asked you to tell your feelings after breaking up in front of your elders.
5. Caisang, Pulley, Jung hwa Kim Wu Tong Evening News
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Pulley, golden well, phoenix tree late, several trees surprised autumn. If it rains, worry about me, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge. If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.
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In late autumn, under the plane tree, by the pulley golden well, leaves are everywhere. Trees change in autumn, and people feel sad in autumn. Holding the curtain a hundred feet, looking out of the window at the drizzle, old worries add new ones.
In the boudoir, I miss my wife alone in the window, thinking that my youth is dying and my wish is hard to come true. Why didn't she frown and worry? Look back at the border. I haven't heard from you for a long time. I want to post a letter, but the Yellow River is too cold to go back, so I can only watch hard in loneliness.
4. What are the poems about "buttonwood"
Wutongshu Wutongshu
Year: Ming Author: Qian Zai
Buttonwood tree, one leaf falls in the autumn wind, and one leaf falls in the autumn dew.
A new leaf will be born in February next year, and it will still be in Ye Fei this year.
The swallows in the Han Palace are close to grace, and the banji is not as good as before.
Didn't you see that buttonwood tree?
Summer book account
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Chen Shulan
The curtain wind is getting longer and longer,
There is lotus fragrance in front of the court.
People preach lang under the buttonwood tree,
I want to be a phoenix.
The water dragon sings, and the west wind boasts.
Year: Song Author: Zengbo Li
The west wind blows on the bull's head, and the end of the world comforts this man's ear. The sunset is late, and the green hills are all the same, so people know him. It's been a long time, and I'm too lazy to go, but osmanthus is still not there. When the ice wheel is pushed up, the plane tree will grow and more. Full of blue sky. I see, Crystal Palace. This is just a joke. It's just a boarding. If you want to stay awake, the struggle is endless. I'm afraid of Chang 'e. I peep through the window, but I have to sleep under the tent.
A Farewell Tour in Rain in Dongfu
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
I'll see you in three years.
The year before last was suitable for you to enjoy the cool, and I saw your autumn rain.
Last autumn rain, I returned from Guangling.
Go to Zhongshan this year and never return.
Don't sigh when you leave, the host is also a guest.
Laying the bed leisurely, the night rain is bleak.
Fold the branches of the phoenix tree and send you a thousand miles.
You won't know if you are healthy until you come back. Don't forget this situation.
Wu Tong
Year: Song Author: Li Fu
The phoenix tree was full of flowers the day before.
The west wind is unforgivable, and the shadow is not violent.
Sitting and watching the leaves fall, I miss the trees.
There are thousands of years of worries, and time is like a hub.
5. Wutong poem
The ancient poem describing the Chinese parasol tree is as follows: "Ode to the Chinese parasol tree" Author: The night sky in Zheng Banqiao is 100 feet, sweeping away the autumn stars and falling frost.
Why not in Yangzhou, which led to the phoenix inhabiting? Thank you for your tears at the beginning: Nalanxing Deyu thanked you for your tears at the beginning and sent my heart back to the beginning.
Spending money hates old relationships. The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty.
Where are the eyebrows like hooks? Wutong Shadow Sunset Oblique Author: Lv Yan Sunset Oblique, Autumn Wind Cold. Whether the old friend will come or not tonight will make people do their best.
Wu Tong Author: Dai Shulun Pavilion South Pavilion, I am chaste and upright. The broad leaves are green and muddy, and the flowers are even plain.
Talented, personable, worthy of a bosom friend. The following is a poem with the Chinese parasol tree: Don't wait for Li Langzhong and Xue Tao to fall in love with the Chinese parasol tree. Climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.
An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy. After a heavy rain, Miao Su once turned from the sun to the rain and dreamed of a cool and moist skirt.
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.
There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. Beginning of autumn Liu Hanti scattered jade screen empty, a pillow cool, a fan blowing.
There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. Feng Yansi's new house, where the mulberry seeds were picked, went out with heavy curtains at midnight.
The slanting moon is hazy, and the flowers are red after the rain. The infinite sadness of the past year is still the east wind.
Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn. Wu Ye Binary Anonymous Autumn has come, and it is getting cold, and the cold geese are flying south.
Buttonwood with yellow leaves. I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.
The soothsayer heartbroken Xia Wanchun's autumn scenery went to the empty boudoir, and the phoenix tree leaves were swept at night. Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.
Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering. After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.
In summer, the curtains in Chen Shulan are drawn longer and longer, and there is a fragrant lotus flower in front of the courtyard. People preach that Lang is under the buttonwood tree, and I wish to be a phoenix.
On an autumn night, Chen Wenshu saw the Milky Way at the bottom of the plane blade. When the window was opened, the dew was cold and blue. The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.
Meng Haoran, Wei Yun's Guanghe, sparse raindrops and phoenix trees. One by one, I am pregnant with good control. I am Xiao Xiao and Gu.
Fangcaodu Feng Yansi phoenix tree falls, and it's autumn. As soon as the smoke cooled down, the rain stopped, and the depressed scenery was just worrying.
After people leave, how much hate, in my heart. Yan Hongyuan, strong brother resentment, he is a boundless river.
The mountains are like wearing, the moon is like hooking, the songs are scattered, the dreams are broken, and the buildings are leaning. In Feng Yansi, Yu Meiren, the blue wave curtain hangs over the Pearl Lake, and Yingying speaks under the curtain.
Boluo still cries for youth, and wild flowers and grass are new every year, which is hard to talk about. Where is Shengfeng's tall building? Who can tell the bitterness? One moment, the phoenix tree was photographed, and the tears and the east wind were beaten. I hate it.
Yu Meiren's new passion in Feng Yansi painting hall is dim, pearls and foils are hung in the middle of the night. The bridal chamber sleeps on the moon, and the phoenix tree double shadows on Zhu Xuan, in front of the steps.
Even in the high-rise buildings, there is a banquet, and the pipe is blocked and bitter. I left my heart with a voice. Old love is hard to find and I hate it.
Li Yu, a mulberry picker, dragged the golden well, and the phoenix tree was dying, and several trees were shocked. If it rains, worry about me, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge. If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.
I met Yu without saying a word and went to the west wing alone. The moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, [don't have a taste in your heart.
Partridge sky, Li Qingzhao cold lock the window, phoenix tree should hate night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Qingping Leyan's strings are freehand brushwork, with dense meaning and broken strings. The book is full of infinite things, and I still hate it.
Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is faint and hazy. Where is the soul of a one-night dream? It's in Yang's room.
Yan, Xiang Er, the evening is green, cold, red and fragrant. Cherish the years, who are you with today?
Yun Lan is scattered and the figures are magnificent. Look at Julian dying, Gong Shan getting old and complaining about the autumn wind.
What is the moment of falling leaves? If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred. Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.
That's where the soul disappears. On a moonlit night, the pink screen is empty. Qingpingle Yan Shujin has a thin wind, and the leaves fall with the phoenix tree.
Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply. Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither.
The silverscreen was slightly cold last night. No one sits in Zhang Lei's yard at night, and the night frost will disperse first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind. Dusk in cool thin, in Wu Wenying, Jie Lianhuan.
I suspect that the breeze moved the bamboo, so my old friend came to Miao. Gradually, the night grew long, and the fireflies were attracted leisurely, and the light was dull and the darkness was white.
Dreams come true in pairs, and the phoenix jade rope falls to the west. I'm tired of practicing curtains, and I'm old and sweaty.
Silver bottles hate sinking and broken ropes. Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.
The shadow of the moon and the bright moon are idle, and the dust has already damaged painters, and Chushan will abide by the agreement. The green is cold and the red is red. I'm afraid to dive in the West Pool.
Remember Hunan and Hubei, crimson and black. Withered flowers and fallen calyx.
Partridge day Zhou Zizhi ran out with a little residual red. 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. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.
At that time, they sang partridges together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
Bodhisattva Man Zhu Qiusheng rises and falls on the phoenix tree, and the chanting adds to the sadness. Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.
Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil? Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.
Zhu has been awake for a long time in the autumn night, and the autumn air is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut for the night. The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.
Qingjiang led Qian Lin's kindness to sleep with Wan Fan until the sad season. A phoenix tree leaves, anvil pestle for thousands of months, and there is a lot of iron outside the eaves.
Meng Jiao, Lakashu two mature, mandarin ducks die side by side. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well! Ding Xifan and Wei Zhuang picked up all the red embers of the golden lamp, which made people burn, slowly leak and never sleep.
Leaning against the silver screen, I was speechless and worried about my brow. Smothering the rain with phoenix trees, dripping acacia.
To make matters worse, Wen Tingyun's jade fragrance and red wax tears lit up Qiu Si in the painting hall. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Xianger Li Qingzhao, singing in the grass, surprised the phoenix tree, worried about the country and the people. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.
You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. The weather is sunny, rainy and windy.
Yi Qin 'e, Li Qingzhao's lofty pavilion and Ye Ping's chaotic mountain are all covered with smoke. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, gaunt.