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Poems about candles_Sentences in praise of candles

Du Mu's "Farewell"

Sentimental but always ruthless,

Wei Jue kept laughing in front of the bottle.

Candles are willing to say goodbye,

Weep for others until dawn.

Li Yu's sentence: The black light begins to shine, and the dragon candle begins to compete. (The following "Confucius Tie")

Tian E's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Night Nocturne I am sad that I am alone at night, I burn out the candle and lie in the orchid room. I'm just afraid that the passionate moon will come to look after my concubine's bed. ***

Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics·Sixth Cheer There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luoping. The sound has been lost recently, and I look at the king's door all day long. Zhang Zhongsu

Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Music in the Palace The moonlight is colorful in the Fuluan Hall, and the sound of anvil is separated from the Phoenix Tower. Sheng songs are playing near the water threshold, and red candles welcome autumn.

Xue Weihan's Miscellaneous Ballads·Ancient Songs The beauty closes the red candle, and the candle is sitting on a new brocade. The sound of sword cutting is heard frequently, and the cold night makes you realize that you haven't gone to bed yet. Chen Shuda Since the king came out (a poem by Jia Fengji) Since the king came out, the beauty has turned haggard. Missing you is like a bright candle, burning your heart and bringing tears to your eyes. Chen Shuda

Since the king came out (a poem by Jia Fengji) Since the king came out, the bright mirror will stop wearing red makeup. Missing you is like a candle at night, causing thousands of tears. Yang Shidao

Yong and Dance (a poem by Yang Xidao) February 8 is like snow, and spring is like early flowers. The branch turns toward the candle, a kind of tilting toward the wind. Two Ancient Songs by Jiang Weihan The beauty closes the red candle and sits alone to create the new brocade. The sound of scissors is played frequently, and the night is cold and I know I haven't slept yet

Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

When the spring silkworms die, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry

White Candle Poetry (Given on behalf of husband) Sun's

The silver in Jingsheng is more fragrant than orchid, and a strip of white jade is cold.

It was a spring night in the Forbidden City, and he read the Book of Drunk Grass carefully.

Changmen Candle Wang Jian

The candle in front of the bed on an autumn night is dim, the copper pot is dripping and the dawn clock is late.

The remaining light is still blowing, when the young palace people are not asleep.

Farewell to Du Mu

Sentimental but always ruthless, I can’t smile in front of you.

Candles say farewell with intention and shed tears for others until dawn.

Bai Juyi returns at night

Half-drunk and leisurely walking to the east of the lake, the horsewhip is beating the stirrup and the bridle.

Ten thousand pine trees on the green hills, ten miles of sand embankment in the bright moon.

The corner of the building gradually moves into the shadow of the road, and the tide is about to cross the river.

The music and songs were not played when I returned, and the painted halberd door was opened with red candles.

On a snowy night, Mr. Li paid a visit and as a reward, he gave Bai Juyi

Poor snow with goose feathers tonight, attracting people with high feelings and crane cloaks.

It was as bright as day in front of the red candle, and as warm as spring inside the green felt tent.

A cup full of gold liquid, a foot of white jade dust in the courtyard.

In this regard, I want to stay with you, and we will have a blind date after poetry, wine and wine.

Cold Food (as soon as it is a Cold Food Day) Han Hong

Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willow trees from slanting.

At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

Huaqing Palace feels old Wang Jian

Chen went to the Chaoyuan Dynasty to send an urgent message, and Qianguan sent six dragons back at night.

The moonlight in front of the chariot shed tears on Luo's shirt, and the wind immediately blew away the candle ashes.

The golden locks of the princess makeup building are astringent, and the jade lotus blooms in the imperial concubine's soup palace.

Sometimes I hear heavenly music outside the clouds and know that the late emperor is taking a bath.

Peony Li Shangyin

The brocade drapery was first wrapped around Mrs. Wei, and the embroidered quilts were still piled up over Ejun.

The carved jade pendant is flipped with the hands down, and the tulip skirt is danced with the waist.

The candles of the Shi family were never cut, and the incense burner of Xun Ling was ready to be smoked.

I am a colored pen passed down in a dream, and I want to write flowers and leaves and send them to the morning clouds.

Four Poems from Yantai·Winter by Li Shangyin

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the female phoenix flies alone and the female dragon is widowed.

The white rocks of the Qingxi River are not facing each other, and the green and wild fields in the hall are far away.

The frost and flowers on the frozen wall are hidden, and the fragrant roots are cut off and the fragrance is dead.

When riding the waves, I recall the toad, but the moon goddess may not be the moon goddess.

The Chu pipes and barbaric strings are full of sorrow, and the waist is supported after dancing in the empty city.

At that time, joy was sold in the palm of my hand, twin sisters with peach leaves and peach roots.

The broken servant girl is dwarfed by Ling Chaohan, the white jade swallow hairpin and the golden cicada.

The windmill and the rain will not go away, and the candles will cry red and complain about the dawn.

I heard that Li Yi met Xia Didong and attributed it to Xue Neng.

The book in the bag was written by someone living in the mountains. The poor family by the sea begged for food and returned it.

My son, don’t worry about being late to the throne. The ancients only loved being humble and leisurely.

The boats are scattered on the river pavilion, and the county banquet is singing among the candles.

From then on, the war stopped and the Han soldiers had no formations and no barbarity.

Send Li Xiaoshu to Jia Island in auspicious times

The fortune is very auspicious, and you can move in good times.

Different from the Ox-girl night, it is suitable for the Year of the Phoenix.

In the spring breeze, in front of the inscription candle.

Poems, books and admonitions, wise husbands and wise wives.

Sit down and send friends in the evening Wen Tingyun

Nine-branched lanterns are in the empty window, enjoying the boredom and hating the difference.

The dawn dream has not left the golden knees, and the early cold has reached the stone screen first.

It’s a pity that the hairpin turned white in autumn, and the candle is still an inch red.

You should roll up the curtain to see the white teeth, and see the sycamore tree melancholy in the mirror.

Breaking Time by Yan Shu

The peaches on the sea are easy to ripen, and the moon is full and beautiful in the world. Only when we say goodbye, we separate lovers. It is often difficult to see each other after parting. This situation must be asked to God. The candle weeps at dawn, and the incense burner smokes all day long.

A little desolate and desolate, he said that the Qin Zheng has remaining strings. What a detailed biography.

Nanxiangzi Su Shi

Where to lean on the railing. The moon is full and the strings are high and the building is full. Hu Die's dream home is still thousands of miles away. When you grow old and worry, you come to strengthen yourself and forgive yourself. The mirror borrows beauty. The human world must be compared to the dream world. The candle is half caged with gold and jade, and it's late. Sleeping alone with embroidered quilt and burning incense.

Ru Meng Ling He Zhu

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. What is Yuqin's intention? The eyebrows are only for sorrow, and it is shameful to see the characters "Double Mandarin Duck". Haggard. Haggard.

Candles sold into red tears