Poems about Zhan Yan 1. Poems about praising a flash in the pan
Fragrance is light and dew is thick and often shy
It's not as good as white snow and yellow sand
The blooming clouds in the night
The face is as short as a dream
The stars are beating out the flowers
It's quiet and charming
Fangfei is at home
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pity Qing is gentle and good
simple and naive is also written by her
Author: Fog Fire 25-12-2 4: Reply to this speech
----------. Under the white light snow of red pear
peony rose's normal color
eyes closed, dreams sniffed, epiphyllum
sad and dark night
the bleakest beauty and the most reluctant withering
gently
it seems that it still lingers with magnificent old dreams
However, the broken voice
wakes up sadly
Is it true? The blooming of the pulse
Who sees the unscrupulous tears flowing silently in the corner
The moment of youth
Wandering without words, hoping to linger and wander
Looking up at the boundless world
For whom is the lonely silence sung!
don't you want to admire yourself
no one understands my sadness
it doesn't belong to wine, green flowers and red flowers
it doesn't belong to the splendid Yao Palace
Luoyang's blooming prosperity can't allow
the lonely expanse melts the moonlight
the fluttering wind is tearful
noble
it can't resist the rush of time. At night, resentment and sadness are like spring water.
Can anyone hear the helpless beauty withering to pieces?
The coldest and most tranquil ice palace and snow palace
The pain of solidification of epiphyllum is lofty all my life.
It's a lonely life.
It's a fleeting moment.
The wind and rain are gone.
Who can explain my weak flower language at the moment of dying <
Epiphyllum
A lofty dream for half a life,
A dream that dies overnight.
the wind and the flowers are sworn to each other, and
no mutilations are allowed.
fragrance is light and dew is thick and often shy.
it's not as white as snow and yellow sand.
Qiongbao blooms in a cage at night.
It's as short as a dream.
The stars are beating out the flowers.
It's quiet and charming.
Fangfei is at home in the world.
Who will send tea to tonight?
I pity Qing for being gentle and kind
simple and naive is also helped by her. Hehe should be enough
2. Poems describing plain face
1. Song of everlasting regret: Bai Juyi, china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding.
till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her. But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household.
if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin.
and, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride. The cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains.
but nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings. And lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night.
there were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body. The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine.
all brothers and sisters are emigrants, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan. She brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.
...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.
till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.
the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate. The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.
flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird. The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.
was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.
but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.
and when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away. From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.
ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.
but a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?. Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.
the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away. Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;.
over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep.. Bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.
and the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, who's with * * *? With the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.
at Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind. And people were so moved by the Emperor's constant brooding, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
he opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere. Above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for.
and then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, the mountains are in the middle of nothingness. With pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro.
and of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought. So he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect.
and the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy. She pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, and opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen.
her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace. While a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear. But love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting.
since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace. But when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust.
show affection for the old, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin. But kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box.
"Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely. And she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts.
on the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world. That we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree..
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever. 2, the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin pool and bridge, unforgettable and pitiful.
the curtain opens at the brightest night, and it's already cold. The splash is urgent at the place where it flows, and the clouds and leaves are fresh when it spits.
Heng E has no make-up, but she is just showing off. 3. Northern Expedition to the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu returned to Fengxiang in the north, and the ink system was put in Zhangzhou for work.
the emperor lived in autumn for two years, and it was auspicious in early August. Du Zi will travel to the north and ask about his family.
when you are in trouble, you have little leisure in the government and the public. I was ashamed of my private quilt, and I made a letter to you.
I'm sorry, but I haven't been out for a long time. Although there is a lack of admonition, I am afraid that you will lose it.
you are sincere in rejuvenating the Lord, but you should keep your longitude and latitude secret. Donghu people have not turned back, and I am angry.
I am still in a trance when I am in love with tears. Gan Kun is full of scars, and when will the worries end?
decadent beyond buildings, desolate. When you encounter more injuries, you groan and bleed more.
looking back at Fengxiang county, the flag went out in the evening. Climbing the cold mountain before, I have repeatedly drunk horses.
the suburbs of Zhai go underground and swim in the Jing water. Before the tiger stood me, the pale cliff roared and cracked.
chrysanthemums hang down this autumn, and stones wear ancient ruts. Qingyun is happy, and quiet things can be pleasing.
the mountain fruit is numerous and trivial, and the Luo is mixed with oak chestnuts. Or red as cinnabar, or black as paint.
where the rain and dew are wet, it is bitter and fruitful. Thinking about Taoyuan, I regret my poor life experience.
there are many rocks and valleys on the slope. I have walked on the waterfront, and my servant is still dead.
the owl sings in Huang Sang, and the wild mouse arches the cave. Late at night after the battlefield, the cold moon shines on the bones.
Tongguan has a million divisions. If you go, you will be scattered. He ordered the half-Qin people to be destroyed as foreign bodies.
I've fallen into the dust, and I've lost my hair. After years in the hut, the wife has a hundred knots in clothes.
I wail softly, and the sad spring * * * is choking. All my life, the color is white and snowy.
When I see Ye crying on his back, his feet are tired of dirt and socks. The two little girls in front of the bed, they only crossed their knees after filling in.
the chart is full of waves, and the old embroidery moves twists and turns. Tianwu and Zifeng are upside down in the brown.
The old lady felt bad and vomited for several days. There is no silk in the bag to save you from cold and chestnut.
Dai Dai also unwrapped the bud, so I'll give you a brief list. A thin wife's face shines again, and an idiot's head combs itself.
learn from your mother, and put on your makeup when you are young. When moving, lead is applied, and the thrush is wide.
Being alive seems to forget hunger and thirst for childishness. Asking questions and competing for a beard, who can immediately drink angrily.
if you worry about thieves, you will suffer from chaos. Being new and comforting, how can physiology say?
the supreme is still in the dust, so you should take a few days off to practice. Looking up at the weather, I feel empty.
the evil wind comes from the northwest, and the misery follows the Uighur. Its king is willing to help shun, and its vulgarity is good.
send 5, soldiers and drive 1, horses. This generation is less expensive, and the four sides are brave.
All of them are used by eagles, which can break the enemy's arrows. The sacred heart is quite empty, and when you talk about it, you want to seize it.
Elo knows everything, but Xijing is not enough. Loyalist, please go deep, save your strength.
this move will make a difference. Hao Tian accumulates frost and dew, and righteousness is chilling.
When misfortune turns to death, Hu Yue will be captured. Hu Ming can last a long time, but the imperial program is not appropriate.
recalling yesterday's mess, we should say goodbye to the past. Treacherous court officials have gone astray and swayed with evil.
I don't know the decline of summer yin, but I praise myself. Zhou Han was revived, and the glory of the fruit was wise.
General Chen of Huan Huan fought fiercely and loyally. I am a man who has done everything wrong and is still alive in this country.
The bleak Datong Hall is a lonely white beast. Everyone looks at Cuihua, and they are eager to go to Jinque.
there is an inherent spirit in the garden, and there is no shortage of sweeping and sprinkling. Huanghuang Taizong's industry has established a great reputation.
4. Ask Qinhuai in the Qing Dynasty: Kong Shangren asked Qinhuai's old window, and the broken paper was in the wind, and the bad threshold was the tide, and the eyes were broken and the soul disappeared. In those days, where did Daidai play flute? It' s boring to stop the lights and boats and stop the noise.
Bai Niao is fluttering, the green water is surging, some yellow flowers are flying, and no one can see the new red leaves. 5, Yumeiren, touching the curtain, sending Jingyang Bell to the Five Dynasties: Gu Zhen.
3. Poems describing epiphyllum
Poems about epiphyllum: A flash in the pan can make a beautiful woman look at it, but she can pour the country without envy and pour the country into the blue sky like a dream. Flying geese over a flash in the pan is a fate, and dreams are dependent on each other. It's hard to spread the silk, tears and desolation. Who is it for? Who knows pity if you are weak? Who is with * * * at night? Can tears be cold? The blue sky is high and far, and the geese cross without trace.
the moon is against the shadow, and it's a thousand miles away! Epiphyllum Zhan Yan Wei Tuo pity is even more leaking. Occasionally, the residual core peeps out of the clear sky. A piece of Xia Cai reflects the blue sky. Yan Rui shows the epiphyllum. Yan Rui stays in the cold night. Dreaming geese feel sorry for themselves. Don't sigh that life can be geometric. You can have an afterlife. Sigh that the night is dim. Finger-plucking the zither. Flip the epiphyllum for a moment. What do you want to do? Who is more like the rain in the dim night and the tears in the pearl? There are flowers like clouds and empty air, self-pity flowers, flying flowers, thank you for touching the cold moon, clear flowers, falling tears, flying dreams, broken dreams, how can it be a flash in the pan? My heart is frozen in the world of mortals, tears, old age and flowers are silent, and life is long, I hate days, playing tricks on drunkenness, dreaming and dying, and I can only laugh.
4. Poems describing epiphyllum
Poems about epiphyllum: A flash in the pan can make a beautiful woman look at it, but she can pour the country without envy and pour the country into the blue sky like a dream. Flying geese over a flash in the pan is a fate, and dreams are dependent on each other. It's hard to spread the silk, tears and desolation. Who is it for? Who knows pity if you are weak? Who is with * * * at night? Can tears be cold? The blue sky is high and far, and the geese cross without trace.
the moon is against the shadow, and it's a thousand miles away! Epiphyllum Zhan Yan Wei Tuo pity is even more leaking. Occasionally, the residual core peeps out of the clear sky. A piece of Xia Cai reflects the blue sky. Yan Rui shows the epiphyllum. Yan Rui stays in the cold night. Dreaming geese feel sorry for themselves. Don't sigh that life can be geometric. You can have an afterlife. Sigh that the night is dim. Finger-plucking the zither. Flip the epiphyllum for a moment. What do you want to do? Who is more like the rain in the dim night and the tears in the pearl? There are flowers like clouds and empty air, self-pity flowers, flying flowers, thank you for touching the cold moon, clear flowers, falling tears, flying dreams, broken dreams, how can it be a flash in the pan? My heart is frozen in the world of mortals, tears, old age and flowers are silent, and life is long, I hate days, playing tricks on drunkenness, dreaming and dying, and I can only laugh.