Poetry about short hair 1. Poems about hair are poems, and the author is dispensable and the best.
Untitled Li Shangyin, the morning mirror makes clouds change, and the evening song dares to be cold. After Du Mu's first emperor went to the ancient palace and didn't return to drive, Pink was heartbroken. "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Bai Juyi walked onto the 36 ladies-in-waiting platform in Cao Ye with a half-new bun and a loose flower hat. Although Du Mu kept sheep and horses in Hehuang, he was white-haired and high-spirited. The widow in the mountain, Mrs. Du Xunhe, has a soldier attached to Mao Peng, and her clothes are on her temples. Spring brings new black hair. Chen Guchen frost hair three thousands of feet, fireworks in ten thousand. Liu Kezhuang, a northerner, a desolate old Beijing girl, still wears a beautiful makeup bun. Wen Tingyun, a singer from the south, carefully combed her eyebrows. Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi's jade harp is unfinished, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin. Feng Yansi, the Bodhisattva, left Qingjiang River to pick lotus at night.
2. Ancient poems describing short hair
Short hair ancient poetry:
Jiutianshi villa
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
I am sad when I am old, strong and generous when I am old, and I am happy today.
Ashamed of blowing a hat with short hair, smiling at others is the crown.
Clear water falls far away from a thousand streams, and Yushan is high and two peaks are cold.
Who will be healthy at this meeting next year? Look at dogwood carefully when you are drunk.
An Gongzi Di Li Chong Yang Hao
Year: Song Author: Chao
Di Li Zhongyang is good. Blow a hat on your short hair again. The scenery is still the same everywhere, but Zun is older than his predecessors. Thinking of that year, my partner fell in love with me. Boast a handsome tour and try to buy a thousand golden smiles. Now haggard, just like Hua Xu.
When was this hate? I'm worried about my old friend. Xiaoqu Shenfang was idle and trusted the horse, quietly covering Zhu Fei. How can I be sentimental? It's a waste of sound for me. But to the ear gently. Tao Ying recently forgot that Lu Lang was young.
Linjiang Xianzi, you are like a thousand bamboos on a pale cliff.
Year: Song Author: Chao
You are like a thousand bamboos on a cliff, and the solitary branches reflect the dawn of wormwood. You can't lose thousands of dollars. Scratch your short hair when you are free, and sing a good sentence about your waist. When Lanzhou returned to Chu after drinking, he missed where tonight was. Huainan is full of water and clouds. He hates spring grass, so there should be little tricks.
Pursuing harmony with the melody of water
Year: Song Author: Zhang
Raise your hand to catch the guest, cut the trace and plant the melon. Come to Wuhui again and see the autumn scenery of the five lakes. The storm is swaying in my ears, fame and fortune are erratic, and I can't shoot my head. Lonely and negative, looking forward to my hometown. The primitive dream, waving ancient tears, spread all over the southern States. Yuan Honghu is full of heroism, lying 100 feet in a tall building. Short hair cream sticks to the sideburns, it rains on sunny nights, and I like listening to Waminggou. There is also a strong heart for all rivers.
Man xing XV
Year: Meta Author: Wang Mian
The autumn wind is clear and the bright moon shines on the mountains and rivers.
There are few wars in the countryside, and there are many drums in empty cities.
Take off your towel, pity your short hair, and feel drunk.
Sitting on the yellow flowers, singing the songs of white bamboo.
Sick thoughts
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Short hair and Sasha Vujacic are not satisfied with the hairpin, let alone looking for it.
A few spoonfuls of light rice support the rest, and one side is fragrant.
The path is covered with ancient moss, and the empty hall is full of insects.
Leisurely makes the boat more prosperous, five feet deep before the autumn water.
Geng Tianqi presented four poems with bamboo crowns.
Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi
Bamboo roots are better than bamboo crowns, so you must have short hair first and then dry it.
Let the mountain people see, don't wear a square hat to keep out the cold.
3. Poems about hair
Untitled Li shangyin
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
Du Mu in Ancient Palace
The first emperor is gone forever, and Hongyun is heartbroken.
Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
Shichong Cao Ye
Thirty-six ladies-in-waiting, each with a bun like a crow.
Hehuang Dumu
Although the shepherd drives the horse, he is obedient and white-haired and obedient.
Du Xunhe, a widow in the mountains.
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
To Xi Weng Wang Jian
You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.
Injured spring Chen
Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
Liu Kezhuang from Beilai.
Desolate old Beijing woman, makeup bun is still xuanhe.
Wen, a singer from the south, wore a low bun and rolled his eyebrows.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
The jade Zheng is not fully played, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
Shake the oars into a bun, and pick lotus leaves in Qingjiang late.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Shanpo mutton master Wang
Yun Song's bun, sweet and warm, covered the sweet boudoir and hurt the spring sleep.
4. Poems about hair and haircut
Poems about hair and haircut:
Li Bai's Seventeen Songs of Autumn with White Hair (Part Two)
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long?
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror!
This is a poem expressing anger. With unrestrained passion and romantic artistic techniques, the poet created the image of "self", gave vent to deep resentment and depression, and exerted a strong and touching artistic power. "White hair and three thousands of feet, the fate seems long?" Split the air, such as spring tide rushing, such as volcanic eruption, shocking. It is really incomprehensible to look at the phrase "three thousands of feet with white hair". How can white hair "three thousands of feet"? When I read the next sentence, "Sorrow is like a beard", I suddenly understood that the original white hair "Three thousands of feet" was born of sorrow and grew up because of sorrow! Worry gives birth to white hair, but people are aware of it, but it is three times as long as thousands of feet. How many deep worries should there be? The fateful weight of ten words falls on one word "sadness". Writing sadness is incredible! Fantasy strange sentences can't help but make people marvel at the poet's boldness of vision and pen power.
Tang Hanyu's "Meeting the Teacher"
Those who learn from others are unruly people.
Love mountains and rivers, be aloof from things, and thank friends.
Take off your hair and fly to find dust.
Siming made a fortune, and the ladder was empty in autumn.
Then I went to heaven and looked at the platform. All the valleys were rugged.
Stay at the top of the night and look up at the stars.
Blowing wood and stone, surging with the breath of Shao Jun.
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Send to the Lord is a poem by Han Yu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Han Yu (768~824) was renamed Changli, so he was called Han Changli and posthumous title Wengong, so he was called Han Wengong, a native of Heyang (now Mengzhou, Henan) in the Tang Dynasty, and his ancestral home was Dengzhou. He is one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. Self-proclaimed county looks Changli, known as Han Changli in the world (the word "county looks" is a combination of "county" and "hope". "County" is an administrative division, "Wang" is an aristocratic family, and the combination of "County King" refers to the aristocratic family within a certain region and country. And Han Yu lives in Changli, so he is also called Han Changli. In his later years, he served as assistant minister of the official department, also known as the Korean official department. Liu Zongyuan and Liu Zongyuan are both advocates of the ancient prose movement, and they are also called "Liu Han". They are known as "great writers" and "scholars of hundreds of generations", and put forward the idea of "combining literature with Taoism" and opposed the trend of courtship since the Six Dynasties. He is the author of 40 volumes of Han Changli's Collected Works, Foreign Collected Works 10, Teachers' Comments, etc. It has the reputation of "the decline of eight generations".