1. Poems containing "green smoke"
Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night [Tang Dynasty] Chen Zi'ang
The silver candle spits out the green smoke, and the golden statue faces the beautiful feast. When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and when you leave, you go around the mountains and rivers.
The bright moon is hidden behind the tall trees, and the long river is hidden from the dawn sky. Going to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place?
Xijiang Moon · The precious bun is loosely tied up with Sima Guang
The precious bun is loosely tied up, with a light make-up of plum blossoms, a light green smoke and green mist, and a loose hairspring. .
Seeing each other is like fighting but not seeing each other, being affectionate is like being ruthless. After the music and songs have finished, I have just woken up from the wine. The moon is setting in the deep courtyard and people are quiet.
Dong Xian Song·Sizhou Mid-Autumn Festival, Chao Buzhi
Where the green smoke is shining, the blue sea is flying with golden mirrors. The shadow of osmanthus lies on the idle steps of the eternal night.
When the dew is cold, there are many cold and scattered things. Shenjing is far away, but only Lanqiao Road is close.
The crystal curtain is not lowered, the mica screen is opened, and the beauty light powder is cold soaked.
I will give a lot of light to Jinzun, and I will pour out all the dawn and clouds.
Moreover, I went to the south building on the bed, and saw the jade in the human world, and the plain swing leaning. 2. Poems about Qingshan
Thirteen of the eighty-two poems about love
Ruan Ji
Climbing high to see the surrounding fields. Looking north to the green mountains.
Pines and cypresses shade Gangcen. Birds chirp and pass by.
Feeling sad. Resentment often causes much suffering.
Li Gongbei’s east gate. Su Zi narrows three rivers.
Seek benevolence and gain benevolence. How can I sigh again?
Send Zheng servant to shoot south of Jieshan
Mengjiao
The old man of the country comes out as a general, and the red flag enters the green mountains.
Recruit underlings to end the remaining illnesses.
I laugh at myself because I am ugly on horseback, but I am forced to follow the horseman.
Looking at the road to the sky, looking at the face in the mirror.
The literary soul has soared, but the official love is just waiting.
I envy him because he has few white faces and is mostly from the Qing Dynasty class.
Cherish your life for what it is not repaid, act with caution and sincerity alone.
How can I delete the two remarks if I go and live in my heart for a long time.
Six out of six poems about traveling to Mount Tai
Li Bai
Drinking in the Queen Mother Pond in the court, and throwing myself into Tianmen Pass in the dark.
Holding the green qin alone, walking among the green mountains at night.
The mountains are bright and the moon is white, and the night is quiet and the pines and wind are resting.
The immortals travel to Bifeng, singing and singing everywhere.
The silence entertains the clear light, and the jade is even green.
Imagine the dancing luan and phoenix, fluttering dragon and tiger clothes.
Picking melons all day long, I am in a trance and do not remember my return.
He raised his hand to find out the shallowness and accidentally climbed onto the loom.
In the morning, we will sit and miss each other, but we will see five clouds flying. 3. Poems about Youyi
We are all brothers everywhere, who is the traveler. "Four Farewell Poems" by Anonymous, Han Dynasty
There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors across the world. Wang Bo's "Du Shaofu's Appointment in Shuzhou"
Making friends depends on acquaintance, why should flesh and blood be intimate? "Konghou Ballad" by Han Dynasty Yuefu
The turtle cries and the turtle responds; the fox dies when the rabbit dies. "Zero Sound of Jade Laughter" by Mingtian Yiheng
The seats are always full of passengers, and the bottles of wine are never empty. Kong Rong's "Poetry"
Don't damage the roots when picking sunflowers. If the roots are damaged, the sunflowers will not grow. Don't be shy about being poor when making friends. Being shy about the poor will make you a poor friend. "Ancient Poems" by Anonymous Han Dynasty
Turning your hands to make clouds and covering your hands with rain, there is no need to count them all. Don't you see, if you pay attention to Bao when he is poor, this way is abandoned by today's people like dirt. ——Du Fu's "Poverty Friendship Travel"
Traveling thousands of miles away, you will meet good friends on the middle road. Without saying anything, my heart is drunk and I won't take another glass of wine.
After ten days of leisure, there are many friends and friends; ——Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion in Hong Mansion in Autumn"
There are no young or old in a life-long friendship. When it comes to friendship, one must first be in tune with each other. ——Du Fu's "Returning on Foot" 4. Poems about Zimo
"Gift to Prince Nanjidong Chapter Song"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Bai Yuchan
The zodiac bead is a little out of the way, but there is no one to cover it.
The mulberry fields have not changed but the sea water has decreased, and the beautiful trees are blooming and green.
Xiao Youyao's chapter is defeated by the dragon and the tiger, who is in charge of the Xiangleng Palace in the Moon Altar.
The real man raised the sacred bird, and the heavenly beast returned to the Zifu miserably.
Thousands of mountains are locked in green smoke, and three trees and two trees are crying to death.
The poplars are flying in the wind and the weather is cold in March. We are in Yanshui Village, Chengmen.
The gods were born with great power, and they went to the Yellow Court with a smile.
The master of Duanlin Palace is sitting down to spread the porridge, and the hall is full of Xingbianxia skirts.
Fragrant candles fly across the sea, and people walk on their elbows, knees, and steps like clouds.
The river of love is boundless, and the iron pillars of peanuts are spring in Fengdu.
Grasp the yin and yang and take a breath, letting out a long roar and a cry of ghosts and gods.
Use your sword to call for rain and lightly shake the ring, turn your seal into seal script to call for thunder and raise your pen.
When I went to the inner dojo, the jute and purple ink stars competed for glory.
The return is celebrated with great joy and grandeur.
Thinking about the year of Long and Han Yuan, breaking through the baggage of Hunyuan.
The cauldron is full of lead frost and flames are flying, do you know the green face and snow teeth? 5. Poems about sorrow
The sand of Huanxi River is broken, and the gold is broken into thousands of pieces. It is cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.
Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are sad, and the day is forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root and fragrant jade mats linger in autumn.
He undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart is full of spring hidden in the fragrant little pavilion, the idle window has closed the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like that in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces.
In an unspeakable place, the moon is dim in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. On the Phoenix stage, I recall playing the flute and letting the cold golden hair roll over me. I got up and combed my hair lazily.
Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun goes up to the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop.
Being new to weight loss is not due to sickness or a sad autumn. Rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay.
People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long.
In the place where I stare, there is a new sorrow from now on. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how can one say "sorry"! Appreciation of two poems of "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu Two poems of "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu Li Yu went up to the west building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation.
Don’t have the ordinary feeling in your heart. The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it’s too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
When will the tears of rouge and drunkenness last? Naturally, life grows and hates water. Poppy · Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past?
The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved lanterns and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
Ask you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. "The red flowers fade easily like Nong's wishes, and the infinite water flow is like Nong's sorrow." "How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? How can our love be limited when we are alone?" The west wind is shining, and the Han family mausoleum (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e") weak willows follow the wind When I raise my sleeves suspiciously, Cong Lan is exposed like a towel.
Sitting alone is also frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan") Chu guests want to hear Yao Se's complaints, Xiaoxiang is full of moonlight in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God") Mountain temples are looking for cinnamon seeds in the middle of the moon, and county pavilions are pillows to watch the tide. head. When will I come back again (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home.
People are leaning on the building in the bright moon (Bai Juyi's "Long Love"). It's dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man") There are thousands of sails that are nothing, the slanting light is flowing and the water is long, the heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun) "Dream of Jiangnan") Don't return to your hometown before you are old, otherwise you will have to break your heart (Wei Zhuang, "Bodhisattva Barbarian") I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed (Wei Zhuang, "Sidi Xiang") The waning moon is bright on your face, don't cry at the dawn (Niu Xiji, "Sheng Cha Zi") There are too many words, but the love is not over.
Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi") I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, I want to rest and wait until the green mountains die (Dunhuang poem) I want him to win a husband I came back early, but I turned around and looked back at Qingyunli (Dunhuang Ci) secretly with deep affection. Two green leaves are left behind.
Riding on an elephant and crossing the water first (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi") I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I don't hesitate to see my beautiful face in the mirror thin (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch") How many tears are there to limit hatred , relying on the Langqian (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"). If you keep cutting, the principles will remain chaotic, which is the sorrow of separation. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart (Li Yu's "The Cry of the Black Night"). I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Puffy Beauty") Don't lean on the railing alone. There are unlimited rivers and mountains. It's easy to say goodbye but difficult to see when you're gone.
When the flowers fall on the flowing water and spring is gone, in heaven and on earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha"), it is difficult for the slave to come out, so I teach you to show mercy. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man") After the lonely people in the other lanes dispersed, Wang Can Tobacco was in the doldrums.
The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Immortal") If I change my heart for yours, I will realize that we remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love") When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes and the sadness in my heart have already stopped (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottle, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottle will be shallow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") I lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, and the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into lovesickness Tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumuzhe") Every year and tonight, the moon is as bright as the moonlight, and the person has grown thousands of miles away (Fan Zhongyan's "Yujie Xing") The heart is broken and there is no reason to get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come.
The lamp is turned off, the pillow is turned on, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and they couldn't avoid each other (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey") When will Chunchun return? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi") There is no choice but the flowers have fallen away, and the swallows have returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha") The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slanting light comes Dawn passes through Zhuhu (Yan Shu's "Die Lian Hua") and I want to send colorful notes and rulers. The mountains are long and the rivers are vast, and I know where I am (Yan Shu's "Die Lian Hua"). Growth hates joy but is willing to love a thousand pieces of gold with a light smile.
I hold wine for you to welcome the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House") It was raining and windy at the end of March.
The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears ask the flowers, they are silent, and the red flowers fly across the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") 》) The music and songs dispersed among the tourists, only to feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu, "Picking Mulberries"). The gathering and separation seemed to be in a hurry, and the hatred was endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I don’t know who knows the same. (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha") I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back.
If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, tens of thousands of people will stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Shuzi") The falling flower is independent, and the flying swallows fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal") There are only a few Yinggang photos left tonight, there is a fear Meeting each other is like a dream (Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky") Can sleep late, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao "Nanxiangzi") The temples are pitiful, just for the love of the old (Yan Jidao "Sheng Chazi") ) Reluctant to paint a noble household, the spring breeze is free and the poplar flowers are free (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le") Ten years of life and death are uncertain, without thinking, you are in trouble.