1. Poems about rhyme
Poems about rhyme 1. Poems with rhyme characters
Poems with "rhyme":
1. Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man"
The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and cold, and the sound of the new sound is slow and delicate.
2. Bai Juyi's "Watching the Dance of Prostitutes and Listening to Guest Poems on Qingming Day"
Watching the dance is like jade, and listening to the rhyme of the poem is like gold.
3. Du Mu's "Farewell to Meng Chi's Ancestors in Chizhou"
Pei, the prefect of Liyang, has a rhyme that transcends hardship.
4. Wu Yuanheng's "On August 15th, Brother Cong often looks at the full moon and is pregnant"
The cold light produces dew and grass, and the evening rhyme produces wind and bamboo.
5. Liu Yuxi's "Hundred Flowers"
The purple rhyme of pines and bamboos, and the distant yellow trees surrounding the fence.
6. Bai Juyi's "Inscription on the Creek Pines in Front of the Yiai Temple"
The writing style is difficult to resemble, and the rhyme of the piano is easy to be confused.
7. Liu Yuxi "Dou Kuizhou saw a cold eclipse and recalled the old Ji Xiaohong playing the sheng, so he harmonized with it"
The sound of the luan is uneven, and the clear rhyme is the first to tune the music.
8. Li Shimin's "Yuan Ri"
There are frost halberds and silk and bamboo corridors.
9. Bai Juyi's "One Hundred Rhymes of a Spring Poetry in Dreams"
The seventy rhymes of Yinjun's poem are all written in my heart.
10. Xu Hun's "Two Poems on the Creek Pavilion"
After the autumn dream with the fragrance of tea, the rhyme of the pine trees is chanted at night.
11. Han Yu's "Poetry of Thanks to Nature"
Like listening to the rhyme of the sheng and yu, it comes from the underworld.
12. Bai Juyi's "Reminiscences of New Chrysanthemums in the Reward of Huangfu Langzhong"
The master who loves chrysanthemums chants the beautiful rhyme, but the guest who is sick in autumn feels sad.
13. Yu Xuanji "Early Autumn"
The cool breeze frightens the green trees, and the clear charm enters the Zhu strings.
14. Du Mu's "A Nostalgic Poem (When Cangzhou Used the Army)"
Talking about books and feeling the charm of nostalgia, burning the legacy of Jia Sheng.
15. Li Qunyu's "Letter of Insulting Mianzhou to Zhongcheng"
Fengbiao wants to see the Yaotai crane, and the poem is as rhyming as hearing the Lu Shuiqin.
16. Pei Yizhi's "He and Xing Langzhong were ill and forced to play in Yuyuan during the Double Ninth Festival"
Why rely on external things to eliminate worries and only use pure rhyme to compete with spring mash.
17. Liu Zongyuan's "A poem of twenty rhymes as a reward for the envoy Pei Cao of Shaozhou to the ambassador of Luba of Daozhou for his insights"
The moonlight shakes the shallow lase, and the charm is withered. Suga.
18. He Ning's "Hundred Palace Poems"
The golden luan stands in a red sandalwood trough, and the warm palace has no charm and is proud of itself.
19. Li Shimin's "Drinking Horse in the Great Wall Grottoes"
Hu Chen has a clear jade plug, and the Qiang flute rhymes with gold.
20. Li Shimin's "Ten Poems on the Imperial Capital"
The jingle pipe rhymes with Zhu Xian, and the clear song condenses the snow.
2. Ancient poems about charm
Are you looking for ancient poems with great charm?
But ancient poems are basically very charming.
Su Shi's "Inscription on the Wall of the Western Forest"
Viewed horizontally, it is a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far.
It is not the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
Yan Shu Qingpingle
The golden breeze is gentle. The leaves of the sycamore tree fall. People get drunk easily when they first taste green wine. Sleeping under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining brightly. It’s the season when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.
Small Pond - Yang Wanli of the Southern Song Dynasty.
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
The Qiong Yao flowers are all gone and the jade platform is light. The west wind is hard to understand. It wants to leave the cold dawn in the cloud pavilion, and the solitary lamp is half extinguished.
Thunder brings rain, rain knocks on duckweeds, and the reflection in the mirror of the green pond is messed up. Who can listen to the sadness and drink the remaining wine by oneself.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
Time is always limited, so it is easy to say goodbye and get lost. There is no farewell to the banquet and the singing,
The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the person in front of you.
Zhou Bangyan's Huanxi Sand
After the rain, the red and wet remains have not yet flown away, and the slanting light shines through the sparse fence area, and the wandering bees return home brewing honey and stealing the fragrance.
There is no one in the golden house, the wind and bamboos are in chaos, the clothes and camp are gone, the water is sinking, and there must be a time in spring to remember people.
Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong"
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge, Tang Dynasty - Zhang Ji.
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maple, fishing fire, and melancholy sleep.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Painting Eagles by Du Fu
When the wind and frost rise, the painting of goshawks becomes special.
The body of Song is like a cunning rabbit, and the side eyes are like a sad beard.
The sash is worthy of picking, and the Xuan Ying is powerful.
Why should I strike down an ordinary bird and scatter its hair and blood on the ground?
.Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan.
Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, thousands of people have disappeared, and a lone man with a coir raincoat is fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Yan Shu Qingpingle
The golden breeze is gentle. The leaves of the sycamore tree fall. People get drunk easily when they first taste green wine. Sleeping under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining brightly. It’s the time when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
I have collected them all. The poems are touching and the paintings are intoxicating.
3. Ancient poems about charm
Su Shi's "Inscription on the West Forest Wall" looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side, with different heights near and far. It is not the true face of Mount Lu, but just because I am in this mountain. .Yan Shu is clear and happy. The golden breeze is thin. The leaves of the sycamore tree are falling. It is easy to get drunk after the first taste of green wine. Sleeping heavily under a pillow and a small window. The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining on the lantern. It is the season when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night. A new song by Yan Shu in Huanxisha. A glass of wine. The weather was the same last year. When will the sun set in the west? There is no choice but the flowers have fallen and the familiar swallows have returned. The fragrant path in the small garden is wandering alone. The small pond - Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty. The spring silently cherishes the trickle and the trees The shade shines on the water, the love is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. The Qiongyao flowers are all gone, and the jade platform is light. The west wind is hard to understand, and it wants to leave the cold dawn in the cloud pavilion. The solitary lamp is half-extinguished. Thunder brings rain, The rain is beating down on the trees, and the reflections in the green pond are confused. Who can hear the sorrow and drink the remaining wine? Yan Shu Huanxisha has always had a limited time, and it is easy to be ecstasy after parting. The wine feast and the singing are endless, and the mountains and rivers in the eyes are distant and the flowers are falling. Wind and rain hurt spring even more. It is better to take pity on the people in front of you. After the rain, the sand in Huanxi River is still red and wet, but it has not flown away. The sparse fence area has a slanting light, and the wandering bees brew honey and steal the fragrance and return home. There is no one in the golden house, the wind and bamboos are messy, and the clothes and campgrounds are exhausted and the water sinks. , a spring must be a time to remember people. Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of ducks in the spring river's warmth. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, it is the time when the pufferfish is about to come. Night mooring at the maple bridge Tang - Zhang After the moon sets, the sky is filled with crows and frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. At the Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship. The eagle painting by Du Fu is practiced in the wind and the frost rises, and the goshawk painting is special. The body is thinking of the cunning rabbit, and the sideways eyes are like sorrow. Hu. The sash and ladle are worthy of being picked, and the pavilions and couplets are powerful. Why should we attack ordinary birds, and spread their blood on the plains... Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have been wiped out. There is only one boat and one man in a coir rain hat. Fishing for snow in the cold river. Yan Shu is clear and happy. The golden breeze is thin. The leaves of the sycamore are falling. People can easily get drunk after the first taste of green wine. Sleeping heavily under a small window with a pillow. The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining on the lantern. When the swallows are about to return, the silver screen It was slightly cold last night...
4. Ancient poems about charm
[Chrysanthemum Rhyme]--Li Shiguang--
Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, and the endless romance writes about the sunset; you can pick it up at your fingertips Unintentional sentences are born with charm that can be heard in thousands of homes.
The Sapphire Case
Author: Huang Gongshao
Every year, sewing is stopped on commune day.
How can we bear to see two flying swallows?
Today is half of spring in Jiangcheng,
The whole body is still there, deep in the chaotic mountains, beside the lonely creek bridge.
Whose needlework is wearing a torn spring shirt
The line is full of tears,
The setting sun unwinds on the grass bank,
No one wears flowers, no one persuades people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness.
Die Lianhua
Author: Su Shi\
The flowers faded to red, green and apricot.
When swallows fly, green water surrounds people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches.
There is no grass anywhere in the world.
The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall.
Peders outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall smile.
The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter.
Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.
Magnolia Flower Order
An ancient decisive word
Nalan Rongruo (To talk about the charm, it should be Rongruo. "There is haze at the bottom of Aijun's closed door, and the abdomen is full of smoke") There is poetry and calligraphy from China."
If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on a fan?
It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change.
After talking about Lishan until half past midnight, I will not complain despite the tears and rain.
How lucky is the man in Jinyi to make a wish for the day with wings and branches?
Nalan Rongruo's "Huanxi Sha". 》
Who thinks that the west wind is cooling alone? The window is closed and the yellow leaves are rustling, and the sun is setting in meditation on the past.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall asleep heavily, and the fragrance of tea will disappear when you gamble on books.
("If life is just like the first time we meet," and "At that time, we only knew it was ordinary." are both very interesting words. An Yiru's book is very good, using stories. The form of the poem talks about it. It is recommended to read it)
Song of the Yue People (Anonymous·Pre-Qin Dynasty)
What time is it today? What day is it in the boat?
What day is it today? Come on, I have to be in the same boat with the prince.
I am not ashamed of being humiliated.
I am still worried about it.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches.
Do you know that my heart is happy to you?
("Lovesickness" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty)
Red beans are born in the South, How many branches will come out in spring?
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
(When it comes to charm, lovesickness is the most flavorful, and red beans are the best. Love, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, and all the flavors of life, are not equal to lovesickness.)
Seeing tranquility in the river
The mulberry trees are losing weight, and the swallows that come from south to south carry away the acacia beans.
After dusk,
it is a kind of lazy freedom,
think of red beans,
let go of sorrow,
Will the face remain the same?
Who goes to the east of Magpie Bridge and looks at the more important buildings?
Wandering for a few steps is a kind of willing waiting,
Who is east of Magpie Bridge,
Can’t get enough of it?
Four steps and one stop,
Three steps and one walk,
Two steps and one head up...
Pick up your luggage,
Forgetting the weight, I rolled up my sleeves,
Still missing the red beans,
Can I stay one more night...
Put down the bamboo basket, < /p>
Pick up the water and wine,
It’s drunken tenderness,
Don’t take the red beans away,
I’m afraid you’ll go far away, < /p>
I have been reluctant to look back...
The beautiful temples,
The old long skirt,
Things are changed by people,
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In just a few years,
Who will leave their name here?
The repaired roof,
is a white cloud in the closing sun.