Cui ye
Don't rush the jade and leak the copper pot, and the iron lock will be opened all night;
Who can sit on the moon and smell the lights?
Watch the lights for fifteen nights
(Tang) Lu
A fragrant banquet was held in Jinli, the early year of Lan Hongyan.
The color is far, and the light is far.
After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.
Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.
Light on the fifteenth night of the first month.
(Tang)
Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing.
Three hundred wives dance with sleeves and write in the sky.
Poetry theory
(Tang) Li Shangyin
Everything owned by the emperor is full of moonlight like water, lanterns like mountains, and gorgeous and eclectic carriages block the spacious avenue.
In his spare time, he couldn't witness the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Zhongxing, so he had to take his fellow villagers to see the temple fair and visit Zigu God.
Poetry theory
(Song) Jiang Baishi
The Lantern Festival competes to see the lotus boat, and the BMW car picks up the cymbals;
On a stormy night, people go to the empty building, and the lonely lamp still calls for selling glutinous rice balls.
Poetry theory
(Song) Jiang Baishi
The honored guests look at the Imperial Street with a hook curtain, and the treasures in the city come at one time.
There is no way out for the flower stand in front of the curtain, and there is no money to refuse to pay back.
(Note: Treasure here refers to Yuanxiao)
Jade case element Xi
(Song) Xin Qiji
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain.
BMW carved cars full of incense, the phoenix moved, the basin lights turned and the fish dragon danced all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Yuan, production inspector
(Song) Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
At dusk in January, lanterns are built in the thoroughfare and the South Tower rises at night.
(Sui) Emperor Yang Di
* * turned upside down, Brahma rang in the sky;
The lamp tree is towering, bloom seven times.
The moon shadow is suspicious of flowing water, and the spring breeze contains night plums;
Burn the golden land, and the clock will send the glass table.
On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month
Su Daowei (Tang)
Fire tree silver flower pass, star bridge lock.
The lamp tree shines brightly. As soon as the moon comes.
Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined.
The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
2. What are the beautiful lights in the beautiful poems about light? 1. Bury a city and turn off all the lights.
2. Life is an endless journey. We keep forgetting where we are. We are all on the road, forgetting our own way out and pursuing occasional satisfaction in disappointment. We are all free from the pain of waking up in our dreams and wandering in the dim light.
Look back at the light as before and hold your hand gently.
4, the night is cool, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.
5. May dreams become the beacon of the earth, and may blessings become the longest river.
6. I don't know when you will say goodbye to us in this brightly lit prosperous time.
7, strip, countless fireworks, you pick up the lamp and look back; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
8, facing the idle window, stop the lights until dawn, holding the shadow and not sleeping.
9. Time has never passed in vain. There will always be moments when you can't get rid of sadness. As the poet said, all the lights are dim and all the characters are given masks. However, when you look back, you will still find that what you want most is behind you.
10, suitable time and shade; There is a connection between people. This is the best life I want. The years are seamless, and the years are vicissitudes. In the long river of years, what people need is a lighthouse to guide you forward, so that you won't wander in the same place, and then you will understand. There is no rehearsal in life, and every day is a wonderful game, so no matter how difficult it is, you must learn to stick to it; No matter how annoying you are, don't forget to smile.
1 1, in fact, many times, people can't change their fate, just like lanterns on the roadside, which are as fragile as themselves, and can only be pushed helplessly by running water, where to flow. Instead of being sad, let nature take its course and see the scenery on both sides of the strait.
12, I wish I could not accumulate fate before my death, and the green light of the ancient Buddha is fleeting.
13, the palace lantern is bright at night, and the flowers are like flowers, which * * * drinks all his life.
14, bloom has no shore, and the soul is still in Sichuan. I don't know the smoke when I'm drunk, but the lights are cold in my dreams. Flowers and leaves don't meet for a thousand years, and the fate is touching, and the flowers are endless, and the Buddha sighs at my heart.
15. When you leave, be sure to leave the classroom as usual, turn off the lights and close the window, buy an popsicle by the way, and pretend to meet again.
3. What are the poems about The Blue Lantern? 1. Blue light looks at the wall, people are sleeping for the first time, and the window is not warm.
-Cao Xueqin 2, sitting alone in the blue light, thinking about the old country, thinking about the high platform. -Liu Chenweng 3, cold rain, green light reading room, afraid to leave early.
-Yao sui 4, dew sorrow, blue light cold room, turning over books and worrying about white hair. -Shi Dazu 5. Last night, the green lights were on, and the makeup floor was drunk.
—— Wu Wenying 6, cold spring storage, pot getting warmer, the age is positive, blue light has changed. -Wu Wenying 7, white hair mercilessly invades old age, blue light smells childhood.
-Lu You 8, the most unprovoked, the screen window banana shadow, green light rest. -Wen Tianxiang 9. It's a waste to say that athletes are in hand and snow blocks Shandong at night.
-Gong Zizhen 10, for the green light, scratching the white hair, leaking the sound, and making meritorious deeds in old age, the only leisure. —— Choi Woo-shik 1 1, yellow leaves are hedged and fragrant grass is buried, and taro is stewed with green lanterns in Sang Ma.
-Fang Yue 12, speechless, a little green, wandering in the sky. -Yan Wen style 13, a little green light is brighter and makes people cry.
-Zhu Dunru 14, the language stops at the corner, and the green light is on the temples. —— Li Shangyin 15, the ancient wall is green and the fallen leaves are buried in the deep court.
Yu Wei.
4. The poem about lamps York didn't pass midnight, so I knocked on the chess pieces and threw them into the snuff. Zhao Shixiu)
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight. (Du Fu)
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. So I left my message to the moon, and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream (Zhang Jiuling)
Our single lamp shines, and I am ashamed to meet you frequently through the cold and humidity (Si Kongshu)
The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night (Madai)
Eyes are still fixed on the horizon, which is the sacred light of your single lamp (Qian Qi)
Lights are everywhere, and music is everywhere (Bai Juyi)
On the night of January this year, the moon light returned (Bai Juyi)
Through the spring wine, when it warms me, I will remind you how to bet that the lights are batik red. (Li Shangyin)
The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim (Xin Qiji)
Pour the shadow of the Hosta lamp and use the red flame to save the moth.
5. Xin Qiji, an ancient poem about lights.
Give strong words to Chen Tongfu.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.
Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound.
This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died.
It's in vain.
Zhu Yingtai order
late spring
Treasure chai points, peach leaves cross.
Ada dark Nanpu.
I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.
The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. No matter who calls, prostitutes will stop.
Look at the temple.
Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.
The lamp is faint, whimpering in a dream.
It was his spring that brought sadness. Where did the sadness go?
But I don't understand. I'm going home.
Qingyu case
Yuanxi
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East.
It blows down and the stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, golden thread.
The laughter faded away.
Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Butterfly lover Su Shi
Mizhou shangyuan
Qiantang lantern for three to five nights.
The bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque.
At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer.
This taste should be priceless.
Knock the chess pieces down and die.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely mountain people are getting old.
Playing drums and flute, new to the farming and mulberry society.
The light was cold and the frost was exposed.
It's snowing, and the clouds are hanging wild.
Last year, on the night of January, the market lights were as bright as day.
On the moon, after dusk, people with willow heads
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I didn't see you last year, tears soaked through my spring shirt!
6. Poems about festivals 1. Poems about New Year's Eve:
Except at night.
Tian Xiang, Wen Song
Dry kunkong, years go to the church;
The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.
Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;
There is no dream of killing Sue. The night is still young and the lights are burning.
2. Poems about the Spring Festival:
first day of the lunar month
Wang Song Anshi
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
3. Poems about Lantern Festival:
Yuan
Song Ouyang xiu
Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit.
At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the night of January this year, the moon and lights remained the same.
I haven't seen you last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears.
4. Poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day:
day of mourning
Dondum
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
5. Poems about Dragon Boat Festival:
Dragon Boat Festival
Tang Wenxiu
The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to be Qu Yuan.
It's ridiculous that the Chu River is too empty to be washed away.
6. Poems about Valentine's Day in China:
Qixi Festival；Chinese Valentine's Day
Tangluoyin
It was a beautiful day, and the family laughed and held a red banquet.
We should thank Virgin Pearl for writing Tan Lang's wonderful article.
Fragrant curtains are clustered in rows, and people wear gold needles to worship Chanjuan.
If you don't report the copper pot, you will know, and you will be sad for another year.
7. Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival:
the mid autumn moon
Song sushi
The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
8. Poems about the Double Ninth Festival:
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Don
A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
7. Poems about Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first month.
(Tang) Su Weidao
Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.
The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.
Are you a prostitute? Li, all the songs are gone.
The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
Shangyuanyue
Cui ye
Don't rush the jade and leak the copper pot, and the iron lock will be opened all night;
Who can sit on the moon and smell the lights?
Look at the lights for fifteen nights.
(Tang) Lu
A fragrant banquet was held in Jinli, the early year of Lan Hongyan.
The color is far, and the light is far.
After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.
Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.
Light on the fifteenth night of the first month.
(Tang)
Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing.
Three hundred wives dance with sleeves and write in the sky.