1. Poems about stones
Poems about stones 1. Poems about stones
"Lotus Stone" by Tang Bai Juyi
One or two pieces of bluestone, three or four branches of white lotus.
Send it to Dongluo, and your heart and things will follow you.
The stone leans against the tree in front of the wind, and the lotus is planted in the pool under the moon.
< p> Knowing the resettlement place from afar, predicting the time of prosperity.It’s too far to lead the county, it’s too late to return home.
Don’t say farewell thousands of miles away, there are expectations at the end of the year.
"Wang Fu Stone" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
The place where Wang Husband is looking is the long river. Turn into stone and never look back.
On the top of the mountain, the wind and rain come day by day, and the stone responds to the return of travelers. Language.
"Wang Husband's Stone" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
I look at my husband all day long and never come back, turning into a solitary stone and suffering from lovesickness.
Looking at thousands of people. It's just like when I first looked at it.
"Each of the East Peak Pavilions is endowed with a thing to get a quiet path stone" Tang Wangwei
On the East River, there are pieces of stone, and there are still cliffs blocking the repair.
p>After the rain, there is a mist of bluestone, and at the end of the year, there is green moss.
It can never be transferred, but it is left for others today.
"Wangfu Stone" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Who do you want to be with, clouds and mist on the temples? Once you go to the horizon, you will never come back.
She is still like the girl at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain, looking forward to Shun's clothes for a long time.
2. About stones Verses of
1. Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened. ——Yu Qian "Song of Lime"
It means: It can only be mined from the mountains after tens of millions of hammerings. It regards the burning of raging fire as a very common thing.
2. Love this punch stone, exquisite and natural. ——Cao Xueqin's "Inscription on Self-Painted Stone"
It means: If you like this punch of stone, you will be born with natural agility and exquisite seven orifices.
3. The stone in the river will not turn, and the hatred will be swallowed up by Wu. ——Du Fu's "Eight Formations"
Meaning: Despite the impact of the river, the stone remains the same. The thousand-year hatred is due to Liu Bei's mistake in trying to annex Wu.
4. A beautiful woman becomes an ancient stone, and the moss is covered with yellow flowers. ——Liu Fangping's "Looking at the Husband's Stone"
Meaning: Couples and lovers have become ancient stones. The moss has been removed and grown again, and the flowers have bloomed and faded.
5. One or two pieces of bluestone and three or four branches of white lotus. ——Bai Juyi's "Lotus Stone"
Meaning: There are two green stones in the water, and three or four white lotuses are blooming.
3. Poems about stone characters
The noise is in the rocks, but the color is quiet in the deep pines.
Bundle thorn bushes at the bottom of the stream, and boil white stones when you return.
Plowing in the morning turns over the exposed grass, and the sound of the stream rocks sounds at night.
The Milky Way hangs upside down with three stone beams, and the Xianglu Waterfall faces each other in the distance.
Thousands of rocks and valleys, the road is uncertain, and the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim.
The cave sky stone fan opens in the center.
The ground is full of rocks and rocks are moving in the wind, and the Huns' grass and yellow horses are getting fat.
There is an old cypress in front of Kongming Temple, with roots as thick as bronze and stone.
The paths of the mountains and rocks are indeed small, and bats fly to the temple at dusk.
When the current flows, I step on the rocks with my bare feet, and the sound of the water stirs up the wind and blows my clothes.
Zhang Sheng held a stone drum in his hand and advised me to write a stone drum song.
No one in Shaoling has banished the immortals to death, so what’s the matter with this talent?
The song of Shigu stops here, I feel like it was wasted!
Shiyu Lake is like a Dongting, with summer water filling Junshan Spring.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky were connected.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The mountains are high and the moon is small, but the truth is clear.
4. Ancient poems praising stones
1.
"Ode of Lime"
Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them. Take it easy.
Don’t be afraid of being shattered into pieces, you must remain innocent in this world.
2.
"Taihu Stone" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Smoky green in three autumn colors, with eternal traces of waves;
Cut into pieces of sapphire , cut off Biyun root.
The wind flows through the cave, and the moss protects the cave door;
The three peaks are small in size and should be the grandson of Huashan.
3.
Inscribed on self-painted stone by Cao Xueqin
I love this punch of stone, exquisite and natural.
The origin should be traced back to ancient times. When did it fall into the world?
If you have the ambition to return to perfection, you have no talent to mend the sky.
Don’t ask for rewards from the public, just be a naughty fairy.
4.
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty "Inscribed on the Small Stone of the Newly Designated Basongyuan"
The raindrops shattered the beads, and the moss grew purple and green.
Let’s look at Xiaosan Peak when we arrive at Guguan.
5. What are the ancient poems about stones
"Qinhuai", "Homesickness by the River", "Farewell on the River in Late Spring", "Send Off the Master Yue to Live in Jiangshan", " "Remembering Farewell"
1. Qinhuai
Author: Zhou Yuru
Moling is nowhere to be seen, and the Li River is flowing forward.
Why not teach me to go down to the east and turn my heart to stone.
2. Homesickness by the River
Author: Zhou Yuru
Looking north is filled with sadness, while returning home is filled with blue water.
Although the beach flows into the South China Sea, Xiang also connects to the Baliu River.
The Tianque is like a bull fighting, and the Taicheng is a pillow.
Where the Nong family grew up, there is always a good faith all year round.
3. Farewell on the river in late spring
Author: Zhao Jinyan
The sound of tide falling under the rocks, the farewell at the river pavilion makes people sad.
The poor weeping willow silk is thousands of feet long, but it will not be able to sail on the spring river.
4. Sending Master Yue to live in Jiangshan
Author: Zhang Yu
Luoluo Chenxing, an old man who was old and rare, worked hard to save the crisis.
Sometimes the stone road is slippery, and the clouds on the top of the mountain are deep and dreamless.
The sail leaves are blown by the wind and the white waves are blown, and the clothes are wet with snowflakes and dew.
Wherever the eight merits are discussed in the water, there should be river birds sitting in their seats and flying.
5. Reminiscing about Farewell
Author: Zeng Qi
The family went to live together for two years, and Xiao Ran's luggage left Beijing again.
I still remember the stone city where the smoke and rain stopped after the cold food.
6. Ancient poems about stones
Xuandu altar song, sent to Du Fu, a native of Yuanyi
My old friend used to hide in Dongmeng Peak, and already wears Hanjing Cangjing dragon.
My old friend now lives in Ziwu Valley, building a hut alone on the cliff.
In front of the house is the ancient Xuandu Altar, where the blue stone desert is always windy and cold. <--------
Zigui cries about the splitting of mangosteens at night, and the Queen Mother's cloud flags turn over in the daytime.
If you know that your plan will develop, your grass will grow longer.
The iron lock hangs high and is out of reach, and it will lead to a blessed place.
Zhongcheng Yan Gong sent his memories of Yi Jue in the rain, and responded to Du Fu's Er Jue
Yu Ying visited the palace and humiliated him with poems, and Yuan Rong was willing to go to the barbarian period.
Although the old and sick man on the riverside is unable to do anything, he still manages to fish on a sunny day.
When the rain and clear clouds come out of the stream, the white sand and bluestone will be without mud. <----------
All you have to do is cut down bamboos to open up wasteland paths, lean on your stick to pierce the flowers and listen to the horses neighing.
Each of the Dongfeng Pavilions is endowed with an object to obtain the secluded path stone Wangwei.
On the east stream of the stone, the Yin Cliff remains to block the repair.
After the rain, there is blue stone mist, and the green moss is quiet at the end of the year. <-----------
It can never be transferred, but it is reserved for others today.
Li He in Huangjiadong
The sound of birds walking in the sand is rushing, and the four-foot-horned bluestone arrowhead is bowed. <---------
The black flags are heard at three o'clock, the bronze drums sound, and the high-pitched apes cry and shake arrows and pans.
The colorful scarf is wrapped half obliquely, and the flowers are reflected in the clusters at the head of the stream.
In the evening fog in the mountain pool, white ducks sing, and bamboo snakes and flying beetles shoot at the golden sand.
I drove my bamboo horse back home slowly, and the officers and soldiers committed suicide in Rongzhoucha.
Bluestone - Fierce and Loyal Bai Juyi
Bluestone comes from Lantian Mountain and is also carried by carts to Chang'an. <---------
The workers are trying to figure out what to do with it, but the stone cannot speak for me.
I don’t want to be a shrine in front of someone’s tomb. The name of the tomb has been destroyed before the soil is dry.
I don’t want to be a monument to virtue and politics beside the official road, and I don’t want to engrave actual records but empty words.
I would like to engrave the title of Taiwei and Taishi on the stele of the Yan family and the Duan family.
The two pieces of solid nature are engraved here, showing the loyalty of the two people.
The heart of righteousness is as solid as a stone, and the integrity of death is as solid as a stone.
Just like watching the day when Zhu Si was fighting hard, it seemed like seeing the time when he was scolding Xi Lie.
Each one inscribed his name and posthumous title on it, one setting a high mountain and the other submerging water.
Although the monument was moved to the mausoleum valley and remained alone, it was transformed into bones and became immortal.
The long envoy is not loyal and the minister is not a martyr, but he looks at the monument and changes his moral character.
Admire others and advise you.
Lotus Stone Bai Juyi
One or two pieces of bluestone and three or four branches of white lotus. <------
Send it to Dongluo, and your heart and things will follow you.
The stone leans against the tree in front of the wind, and the lotus is planted in the pond under the moon.
Know the resettlement place from afar and predict the time of prosperity.
How far you have come to lead the county? It is too late to return home.
Don’t say goodbye thousands of miles away, but there are expectations at the end of the year.
Farewell to Shiquan Li Shen
The plain sand is colorless at the bottom, while the bluestone undercurrent makes a sound. <-----------
The gentle breeze blows through the bamboo, and the loose moon shines brightly through the thin floating pine trees.
The autumn dew of cinnamon adds spiritual liquid, and the fragrant buds of tea are mixed with jade.
It should be the Brahma Palace connected to the cave. The bathing pool is now a clear spring.
Sun Qiqiao Jia Dao, the friend of the mountain
At this time, the atmosphere is low and the Qinyuan can respond.
The crane is as calm as the king, and the wind blows and rains all over the mountain.
Pines grow on bluestones, and springs fall among white clouds. <------
There is a path to the top, and the heart and mind are in harmony.
In the deep mountains, I met an old monk who sang two songs of rest.
The thread of his clothes was as careless as the moon, and he used his short hoe to hoe the wood.
Walking on the leaves beside the bluestone stream, a few clouds follow the snow on the eyebrows.
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7. Excerpt 15 poems about stones
1. On a cold winter night, a few naked stars stood pitifully next to the cold, shivering almost You can hear the sound of the pair fighting as their teeth are cold.
2. The little stars swayed in the cold sky, as if they were shivering from the cold. 3. In the early morning, the heavy snowstorm stopped, but it would still be a long time before dawn.
A few remaining stars secretly opened their eyes to peek into the snow-white silver world. 4. Snowflakes are floating in the air, falling gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and tenderness.
5. White roof, white house, white birds flying over my years without leaving a sound. 6. Standing in the snow catching a snowflake, watching it turn into transparent water droplets little by little, reflecting a tragic whiteness, the whole world is like a luxurious worship.
7. By chance, she came with snow, which were the tears of the goddess and the carvings of the craftsman. 8. This Xiaoxue is too humble, too thin, and too makeshift to be the representative of Dong.
Such a snow is just a kind of helplessness. The helplessness sandwiched between autumn and winter is just that the snow is confused. 9. But now, winter has indeed come, using the fallen leaves of snowflakes as her only decoration, making the world quiet.
10. In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers the vast wilderness, shining with cold silver light. 11. In early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, dancing her magical veil, sending bursts of biting cold wind.
8. Poems describing stones
Taihu Stone by Bai Juyi Looking at Lao Saga from a distance, and seeing the strange Xinyin from up close.
He is only eight or nine feet tall, and his power is as powerful as tens of thousands of people. Embedded in the hollow Huayang Cave, overlapping Kuangshan Cen.
The immortal palms are far apart, but the sword gate is deep. The shape and quality of the crown are both ancient and modern, and the complexion is clear and cloudy.
The autumn has already begun to rustle, and the rain has begun to fall. The appearance of the sky is different, but the time and use are not the same.
Sharpening a knife is not as good as sharpening, and pounding silk is not as good as an anvil. What is the master's intention is as important as ten thousand pieces of gold.
How could it be that the Creator alone knows my heart? Watching the husband stone Wang Jian Wangfu place, the river is long.
Turn into stone and never look back. It was windy and rainy day by day, and the stone responded to the words of travelers returning.
Inscribed on Self-Painted Stone Cao Xueqin Loves this punch of stone, exquisite and natural. The origin should be traced back to ancient times, when did it fall into the world? If you have the ambition to return to perfection, you have no talent to mend the sky.
Don’t ask for rewards from the public, just be a naughty fairy. The Two Stones by Bai Juyi are two pale stones with strange and ugly shapes.
It is useless for common use, and people of the time find it undesirable. The knot starts from the embryonic hole and is obtained from the mouth of Dongting.
The eternal waterfront is in my hands. Dan Diao came to the county to wash away the dirt.
The holes are black with deep smoke marks and thick moss. The old dragon is the foot, and the ancient sword is the head.
I suddenly suspect that things are rising and falling in the sky, which are not like those in the human world. One can hold my harp, and the other can store my wine.
The cliff is several feet high, and the col is as large as a bucket. Five strings are placed on the left, and a cup is placed on the right.
The wine bottles are not yet empty, but the jade mountains have been decaying for a long time. Everyone has their own interests, and everyone seeks their equal.
I am gradually afraid of young people, and do not tolerate old people. I turned around and asked Shuangshi if he could accompany me.
Although Shi can't speak, he promised me to be his three friends.
9. Poems describing stones
Inscribed on self-painted stones by Cao Xueqin
Love this punch of stone, exquisite and natural.
The origin should be traced back to ancient times. When did it fall into the world?
If you have the ambition to return to perfection, you have no talent to mend the sky.
Don’t ask for rewards from the public, just be a naughty fairy.
Two Stones by Bai Juyi
Two pieces of blue stone, strange and ugly in shape.
It is useless for common use, and people of the time find it undesirable.
The knot starts from the embryonic hole and is obtained from the mouth of Dongting.
The eternal waterfront is in my hands.
Danco came to the county to wash away the dirt.
The holes are black with deep smoke marks and thick moss.
The old dragon is the foot, and the ancient sword is the head.
I suddenly suspect that things are rising and falling in the sky, unlike those on earth.
One can hold my harp, and the other can store my wine.
The cliff is several feet high, and the height is as large as a bucket.
The five strings are placed on the left, and the cup is placed on the right.
The wine bottles are not yet empty, but the jade mountains have been decaying for a long time.
Everyone has their own interests, and everyone seeks his or her counterpart.
I am gradually afraid of young people, and do not tolerate old people.
I turned around and asked Shuangshi if he could accompany me.
Although Shi can't speak, he promised me to be his three friends.
Wang Jian’s Stone Wang Jian
The place where you look at your husband is the long river. Turn into stone and never look back.
It was windy and rainy day by day, and the passers-by came back and said something to the stone.
Taihu Stone Bai Juyi
Looking at Lao Saga from afar, and seeing the strange Xinyin up close.
He is only eight or nine feet tall, and his power is as powerful as tens of thousands of people.
The Huayang Cave is embedded in the sky and overlaps Kuangshan Cen.
The immortal palms are far apart, but the sword gate is deep.
The shape and quality are the same as those of ancient and modern times, and the complexion is clear and cloudy.
The autumn has already begun to rustle, and the rain has begun to fall.
The appearance of the sky is different, and the time and use are not the same.
Sharpening a knife is not as good as sharpening, and pounding silk is not as good as an anvil.
What is the master’s will is as important as ten thousand pieces of gold.
How could it be that the Creator alone knows my heart?