Night 1
The first night's phosphorus fire was lit.
Your beautiful laughter rippled on the wall.
The sound of bells and Yingge is fluent in my ears.
In my west wing, you have a sweet wind blowing into Zhang Sheng's pillow.
I want to know where your wonderland is.
I wonder how old you are.
I only asked who you were.
Why did you knock on my heart?
You just said you were a white fox.
Let me not be afraid
You only said it was for a seven-smart heart with little love.
Let me not be afraid
On Zhang Sheng's pillow in My West Chamber
You whisper softly too much.
Without my acacia.
Silver tail initial jitter
The sky cock crows softly.
Like dew on an autumn morning.
Break into a handful of stars
On Zhang Sheng's pillow in My West Chamber
Left a dark cloud of dreams.
The second night
On the windowsill of the partition wall, there is your silvery laughter and Ying Ge.
Zhang Sheng in My West Wing is like a shining epiphyllum.
He said he missed the Xijiang River.
It exploded like a hydrogen balloon for a long time.
I won't ask you again.
Where is Xianxiang?
Age geometry
You don't care about Zhang Sheng in the West Wing of the White House.
Nothing but the necessities of life.
Just plain.
I only fell in love with Zhang Sheng in The West Wing.
The green harp caresses the dust.
The beautiful voice is unparalleled.
Which tube is separated by yin and yang?
People are different from foxes.
I only fell in love with Zhang Sheng in The West Wing.
A smart and delicate heart
Married for a thousand years without words.
Unlike Xu Xian, he was thrown into an empty net by French kelp.
I just want to be in the west wing of the White House with Zhang Sheng tonight.
Carve two distant lovers
Continue the first dust storm in Deng Hua yesterday.
Silver tail initial jitter
The sky cock crows softly.
Like a cloud in the sunset.
Zhang Sheng Liu An, in my west wing, has a dream.
Lost in the embrace of the morning light
The third night
Study hard to be the first one.
This is just an excuse to stay for a long time.
My Zhang Sheng in the West Wing of the White House is tired of you.
* * * A rainy night cut by candles at the west window.
In the gloom, you are eternal beauty.
Show it in writing
(of a woman's manners) elegant
very pretty and charming
You are in harmony with Zhang Sheng in My West Wing.
On the lotus leaf in the autumn pond.
Recite poems at chess.
Drawing and composing music
All night
Indulge and forget to return.
Zhang Sheng, my west wing, is tired of you.
Unparalleled literary talent
May you make a blue confidante.
Accompany every night
Silver tail initial jitter
The sky cock crows softly.
As ethereal as the sweet voice from a tall building.
Filament and thread
Printed on my west wing is Zhang Sheng's acacia footprint.
The fourth night
moonlit night
You are a clever fox.
A heavy bun as smooth as silk hangs sideways.
There are skirts floating in the array, which are as fragrant as young lotus.
Bright eyes with a gentle feeling.
Soft fingers dipped in fine fibers are sweeter than onion roots.
Sprinkle a bed of fox and fragrance
Forcing lonely cold to die.
Zhang, who was drunk in my west wing, was born in a peach blossom dreamland and can't go back.
The lonely soul in this dream
Sell your soul in one night and one month.
But it has cast the infatuation of my life.
Forever and ever-forever and ever
Endless longing
Zhang Sheng in the west wing escaped from Suoguo Temple.
Yingying boudoir "just pity the present"
Gump fell into the mire of my clever fox.
All my life, all my life.
Swim in the galaxy of love in Hu Ling.
My west wing card.
be hale and hearty
invincible
As rich as a country
Silver tail initial jitter
The golden rooster calls softly.
Leave it to extravagant expectations.
Zhang Sheng's Colorful Dream in My West Chamber
A cloud of smoke lingers.
2. Ask for a modern poem about foxes. On the first night of 1 night, the night fox (group poem) ignited your beautiful laughter. The sound of bells and Ying Ge rippled on the other side of the wall, and your sweet wind floated into my pillow in the west wing. I don't know where your fairyland is, but I don't know your age geometry. I just asked who you are and why you knocked on my heart. You just said you were a white fox, so I don't have to be afraid. You just said it was for a little love. Let me not be afraid of your gentle whisper on the pillow in the west wing, but not miss me. The silver tail shakes the first chicken, and the autumn morning dew breaks into stars. There was a cloud of smoke on Zhang Sheng's pillow in the west wing, and your laughter was heard on the windowsill of the partition wall the next night. Zhang Sheng in The West Chamber is like a shining epiphyllum. He said that he missed the Xijiang River and exploded like a hydrogen balloon for a long time. I won't ask you about fairyland again. You don't care about your age geometry. I don't care about Zhang Sheng in the West Wing of the White House. I only care about Zhang Sheng's green harp in the West Building. It's beautiful. I don't care about the difference between heaven and yin. I only care about Zhang Sheng in the West Wing of the White House. A clever and exquisite heart, a thousand-year marriage. Unlike Xu Xian who was trapped in an empty door by Fahai, I only hope that tonight, I will continue to be with Zhang Sheng in the plastic flower in the west wing. Yesterday, the lights began to fall, the silver tail began to shake, and the chickens croaked softly, like the setting sun clouds, and I took advantage of Meng Zhang in the west wing, lost in the embrace of the morning light. On the third night, studying hard to be the first is just an excuse to stay for a long time. Zhang sheng from my west building has been bothering you for a long time. On a foggy rainy night, when you cut candles at the west window, your eternal beauty is beautiful and graceful on paper. You and Zhang Sheng are in my west wing, playing chess, writing poems and composing music on the lotus leaf in Qiuchi. Zhang Sheng in The West Wing is tired of staying up all night. In your peerless literary talent, I hope to have a blue confidant to accompany you every night. At the beginning of the silver tail, I will shake the chicken, which seems to be a tall building. On a moonlit night, you have a fox with a silky and heavy bun hanging obliquely, and its skirt smells like lotus. It has a tender feeling, sweet to bright eyes and tender to the soft fingers of onion roots. The foxes scattered in a bed make you feel lonely, cold and intoxicated, while Zhang Sheng, who was born in the west wing, is unable to return to the dream of Peach Blossom Garden. The lonely soul in this dream only sold my soul in one night and one month, but it cast my long-term infatuation. Zhang Sheng in the west wing escaped from Suoguo Temple. The boudoir of "only caring for the present" has fallen into the quagmire of Hu Ling, and Zhang, who has been roaming in the galaxy of cherishing life in Hu Ling, has a heroic posture and is unparalleled in the world. The silver tail shakes the golden rooster, leaving thousands of expectations and squandering them in my west wing.
3. What are the poems about foxes? 1.—— Tang Juyi's Poems Written in Books with Hundred Rhymes
Since then, the door has been closed, and foxes come home every night. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Lotus Palace Ci"
3. Wan Li is the home of eight treasures. Nai Hu roars at night, the wind is everywhere, dumplings dance day and night, and the ground sinks into the river. -Liu Mingji's "Qinyuanchun Wan Li Hou Feng"
The fox doesn't ask enough questions, but he is not a rich wolf. -Song Lu Tour "When you leave Shu, you will try to send a monk, and then sign it in Shehong."
5. Passers-by set up a shrine to sacrifice, and the fox came to sit. -Tang Changjian's Three Ancient Meanings
6. On the day of the raccoon, take the fox as the son. -The Book of Songs in July
7. There are many tombs in the North and South Mountains, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. -Zhu, Qingming Festival
8. It's not the wind, it's Xuanyuan sword in my arms. Everything has nowhere to escape, but the fox in the cave has disappeared. Shiyi Song
Eighteen Odes in Ancient China
9. When the vines are attached to each other, the fox is so happy. Beauty is similar to evil, but there are differences in knowledge. -Song Lifu's Miscellaneous Poems
10. The village pier in Guo Cheng was covered with rain and snow. A bunch of thin frozen birds, foxes whistling, dying plants. -Wang Yuan mian "Jizhou Road"
4. Poems describing foxes: ancient tombs, foxes, and banning pornography.
Bai Juyi
Ancient burial fox, demon old, turned into a good woman.
The head becomes cloudy and the face becomes makeup, and the big tail is dragged into a long red dress.
Walking slowly along the abandoned road, people will be quiet at dusk.
Or sing or jump or cry sadly, Cui Mei doesn't raise her face.
Suddenly, I laughed a million times and I was fascinated by ten people.
If pseudo-color is charming, it should be.
Truth and falsehood are charming, and evil falsehood is precious and true.
The fox and the false banshee remained shallow and charming overnight.
Women's flattery is harmful and will drown people's hearts over time.
What's more, the color of praise is good at confusing people and can ruin people's lives.
The harm you see is shallow and deep, so you can't compare false color with true color.
5. With regard to the fox described in the ancient poem "Long Guest", Du Fu's understanding is the realm of traveling with friends, and staying for a long time will lead to vulgar feelings.
When you are old, say yourself. Small officials and petty officials are the least important. Go to the countryside to mourn for RoyceWong and weep for Jia Sheng's injury.
He Zudao, foxes, jackals and tigers crisscross. "Goose in front of the boat" (the official pool in the northwest corner of Hangzhou is called Gong Fanghu) Du Fu's goose yellow is like wine, and he loves new geese for wine.
Lead the neck to anger and force the ship, and keep your eyes open. The wings were spread by the rain, and the strength was small and trapped.
What can the fox do when the guests leave the city at dusk? "Looking for Yu in the Temple" has never passed through the Qianqi Zen Forest, and the history on the column is to burn incense.
Pigeons don't guess falcons, but clouds can protect frost. The sound is separated from the dark bamboo, and the official business is scattered in the empty corridor.
On lonely days, herons and foxes avoid chartering. Spring scenery around the steps, grass bend and other Jun Fang.
"Sick Owl" In a rotten ditch in Han Yu's house, an owl is singing sadly. Green mud covers the wings, and you can't walk when you pat.
Scouts call each other, and the rubble competes with each other. It is reasonable to strangle the life of the school.
It's no shame to catch the noise. It's full of fun. Sunny days take the place and high winds follow.
I ordered the couple to take care of Honghu Lake. Today's bad luck is a panacea.
If you want to hurt, you can't do this. What can I get? I can't bear to take advantage of its danger.
Beggar, you will die. Take a bath and clean the pool. Stop eating fish for dinner and stay at home to guard against foxes.
Self-knowledge made Mond hesitate for a long time. Immersed in deep bamboo bushes, hunger will come to the base.
Show irresponsible gratitude and listen firmly. Yesterday, I had the strength to fly over the fence.
He left suddenly this morning without telling me. Luck is not your blessing, but you should have a look at heaven.
Capital ejection, vertical axis is not easy to bully. Don't be ashamed of mud pit, mud pit is a good rule.
"Send away Guo Zhongcheng and Taifuqing Longyou Festival 30" (Guo Yingai) "Du Fu sent his troops to Longyou in autumn. What's left of this song is the voice of my hometown.
The vulture flies and leaves, and the eagle takes care of its owner when it flies. Difficulties must be the best policy, and relaxation is the future.
The sun sets, the porch covers, and the wind blows. Pine mourns Shui Han, while sand confuses snow-capped mountains.
And Lu is still pregnant with benefits, and it is impossible to prevent. Since ancient times, in a foreign country, I have shown my special characteristics calmly.
Yan sealed the handle and touched the terrible whale. How miserable the Central Plains is, the remnants are still vertical and horizontal.
The arrow goes into Zhaoyang Hall, and Liu Ying sings. A wife cries with tea, but a gentleman walks in white.
Chen Ji's star moves, and the garden is murderous. Empty gold bowl, no light curtain.
Destroy the temple, rain, burn the palace. The shackles fall on * * *, and so does the night.
In March, the teacher punishes the public and the public cooks it. The injured relatives stood up and bravely decided to hang their crowns.
Wonderful reputation period Zai Yuan, special grace and column qing. When will we return to the festival and sweep the guns with all our strength?
There are 3,000 people in your capital and 70 cities in the ladder. It's not the lobbyist who is ashamed, but Lu Xiang.
Most students are micro-classes, and Zhou Xing sits alone. With your shoulders, your hair is short and short.
I want to follow Liu Biao, but I also have doubts about Mi Heng. Gradually decline, then don't, endure tears alone.
Abandon the fox language in the town, and fight with tigers and leopards in the empty village. People frequently fall into charcoal, and the public does not forget sincerity.
Marshal adjusted the new law and the former army suppressed old Beijing. Anbian is still a squire, don't get ahead.
"Poem of thanking nature" Han Yuguo Nanchong County, a cold woman thanked nature. Children are ignorant, but they smell immortals.
It was in Jinquan Mountain that you learned the art of suicide. Rich and admired, parents love to donate.
It's hard to say when you're in a daze Once you sit in an empty room, clouds are born inside.
Such as listening to sounds and rhymes, from the invisible sky. It became dark and bleak, and the scenery was cold.
The eaves are temporarily extinguished and the five colors are connected. Only when the viewer is afraid can he dare to move forward.
In an instant, it was easy, floating like smoke in the wind. The vastness of the Eighth National Congress has no cause for influence.
The chief was surprised and sighed at Xu Li's incident. Drive to lead an official, protect yourself and fight for the first place in vulgarity.
I didn't see it at first, and my crown was like a cicada. All stories are immortal, and burning letters can be circulated.
I have heard of ancient Xia Hou, which is like knowing God's betrayal. Mountain people can enter, but you can't meet them.
Wandering around no longer vibrates, and future generations are arrogant. Distinctive features, chaos, people and ghosts are even more destructive.
Although the Qin emperor was fine, the martial arts in the Han Dynasty were very prosperous. Since the second master came, this kind of disaster has happened again and again.
The wonder of wood and stone, the fox is good at demons. Don't try to live longer.
Life is all kinds, and knowledge is the best. Why not be confident, but want to move from things.
Don't feel sorry for the past, lonely souls have deep dissatisfaction. Those who come can still be warned, and the rest are empty.
Life has common sense, and men and women have their own ethics. Cold clothes and hunger are cultivated in spinning.
Protect your children and grandchildren and serve your loved ones. If you are different, you will abandon your body.
I am afraid of my cold daughter, and I will always support foreign bodies. Perception becomes poetry, and ignorance becomes a scholar.
He Xinlang: Janice has not completely declined. But Acacia, Zhao Ting and a few songs, Shuizhai Smoke Villa.
Only longer than my son's forehead, not too late. The situation is more difficult, and the handover often begins at noon.
Believe that the fire dragon can fight on land, and it will drive him and the water tiger away. Time flies at the top of Kunlun Mountain.
Dongdi never met Kunlun Mountain. Tao, now, Jin Jieyu's position is waiting for you to stride forward.
I was afraid that the Jing people would fall in love, and I haven't set sail yet. Afraid of going on business and dancing with foxes.
At the moment, it is the author's Jianghan who wants to get together with voice and praise. After a long time, it rained again.
6. The fox's modern poems:
1, I like you, fox!
A pair of lovely big eyes,
The burning tail is so proud,
I like you, fox!
You're smart, cute, witty,
Cheat the crow's meat.
Serve you right! Crows love to brag.
If I come to your kingdom,
Teach you to be honest and trustworthy,
Be an animal and be a good citizen!
I also want to introduce you to a friend,
Its name is-
Hunting dogs!
2. I like you-
A beautiful fur,
Agile skills.
Although there is always a little wrong idea in my heart,
But I still like you.
If I go to your kingdom,
I have to ask you.
No more stealing.
Let you learn
Honesty and integrity,
You can't be cunning.
3、
I like you guys-
A pair of smart eyes,
Pink ears.
Although he likes to do bad things,
But I still like you.
If I go to your kingdom,
I have to ask you.
Use your clever mind in business.
Teach you
Work by yourself,
Don't do things secretly.
On a dark and windy night,
You're wearing smooth pajamas,
Sneak out of the jungle,
Two red eyes,
Covet the prosperity of the world.
I know you have tricky questions,
Always playing tricks,
But he is still a kind, beautiful and lovely little animal.
I heard about your admiration for intellectuals,
It's at its best.
So if you turn over a new leaf,
We will all be your good friends.
I like you, fox,
You are a beautiful little fox,
Smart and calculating,
You can steal the crow's meat,
The food is so delicious,
How capable you are.
7. Write a modern poem with the intention of the fox ◎ Fox.
Fawkes
It is noble and gorgeous.
Jealous of beauty, really
Release fragrance alone
Eyes envious, beautiful and kind.
It has no intention.
While longing for warmth, consumption is extravagant.
It means loneliness from beginning to end.
Leisure usurped the original intention.
It's not it.
I am not me, but a legend.
It wants to harm people-cause disaster.
So, there are good people.
After dinner, I made up a love story
Book title "Liaozhai"
People speak fox language, strong words:
Beauty and sparse rain.
8. What are the poems describing the fox? 1. At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, his children smile at the lamp. -Gao Zhu "Qingming Day Wine"
Interpretation: At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights.
Since then, the door has been closed and the fox comes home every night. -Yuan Zhen's "Lianchang Palace Ci"
Commentary: Since then, the palace gate has never been opened. Every night, only the fox runs into the house.
3, clumps of thin frozen birds, the fox screamed and died. -Wang Mian's "Jizhou Road"
Interpretation: shivering animals gather in the grass, and even the fox growls in front of the dead tree.
4, but see the fox trail in the ruins, there is no vegetation in the ancient land. -Gao Shi "Gu Daliang Tour"
Interpretation: Only the fox ran through the broken wall, leaving only a few withered roots of old vegetation on the ancient land.
5. The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest. -RoyceWong's "Three Sorrow Poems Second"
Interpretation: the running fox is busy rushing back to his cave, and the birds are hovering on the nest.
6, one day in the raccoon, take the fox, for the son. -anonymous "July"
Interpretation: In November, raccoons were hunted in the mountains, fox fur was hunted, and it was given to nobles to make fur coats.
7. Wooden mandarin ducks and foxes. -Wang Yi's Jiu Si
Interpretation: Mandarin ducks both sing and foxes lean on each other.
8, He Zudao fox, jackal vertical and horizontal. -Du Fu's "Long Guest"
Interpretation: A sly little man like a fox is not worth mentioning. More brutal rights are in the hearts of slaves.
9. The fox has a way to sneak into the master's garden. -Yuan Zhen's "Sai Shen"
Commentary: The fox sneaked into the owner's manor from the hole in the alley.
10, descendants in front of the grave, foxes lying in front of the grave. -Zhang Bishan's "Double Tune Spring Tour"
Interpretation: People observed silence before and after the grave, and the fox lay in front of the high grave.
9. Poems about foxes. I am a thousand-year-old white fox. I live in the mountains. I used to watch bloom Xie, but I became human in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Spiritual memory is to be returned, and it has not left a trace for several years. Occasionally, there are scholars reading by the window, blue light is faint, and the wind drags bamboo.
Naturally, I can't bear to leave, and my voice and appearance will be the same as before. You should feel that you are infatuated with acacia, but once you fall in love, it's hard to understand.
However, wearing a well-dressed Jiao Jiao figure, I vowed to follow this body from now on. Pei Huan reflected the words before the flowers, and the wind sang poems under the moon.
However, things are on and off, and we don't go to pavilions to fold willows. The breeze shakes off the flowers and always looks at the distance alone.
Chu Meng awakens the dark soul, and lazy thrush makeup leans against Zhumen. It's no use waiting for you to return the favor, only empty branches listen to thrush.
I danced in my clothes, no one looked at me, and I said goodbye to the shadow. I never dreamed that nobody would take care of it. There should be wild geese in autumn.
The dusty heart is full of secular mistakes, and it is even more bleak for people to go to pavilions. The beauty in the secluded courtyard laughs and smells this sorrow.
Who is pitiful when there are clear tears, and I don't know how to think. Come and go in vain.