Poetry on yarn 1. The word "yarn" in China's ancient poems ... the more the better ... thank you. ...
After searching for a long time, I found this question very interesting. It seems that there are few poems with "yarn". I went to see Tang and Song Ci, most of which are:
"the fragrance is thin and the curtain is transparent" and "the real bead curtain rolls the jade building". It seems that in ancient poetry, words like "curtain", "curtain" and "account" are always used, and yarn is rarely used. It is said that there was yarn in the Five Dynasties, but I don't know why the word "yarn" appeared less in poetry. I think the word "yarn" is more hazy and aesthetic.
At present, all I can think of is the sentence of Baoyu offering Qingwen in a Dream of Red Mansions:
"Under the screen window, my son is affectionate. In Huangtuling, the dark wins. "
And Baoyu's red bean words when drinking:
I can't finish the spring flowers,
I can't sleep well. After dusk, the screen window is stormy.
A pair of couplets: the sound of green insects in the window screen is warm, and the honeymoon account is red and soft.
And:
moonlit night
Liu
Deeper moonlight, half a family,
Beidougan, south.
I know it's warm in spring tonight,
Insect sound new green screen window.
Wang Wei:
Jade yarn is rich in eyes, and Feichun embroidery is original.
Su Shi: Zhu's lips are drunk, and Cui's sleeves are full of meat.
Liu Song Chang: Peach blossom.
DOG looked at the family in the west, and several trees blossomed. Afraid of the east wind doing evil, red as rain falling on the window screen.
A pair of couplets: a path full of bamboo clouds, a curtain and a half-shadow moon cage yarn.
Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai: Bo Qinhuai is near the restaurant at night, and the smoke cage is cold.
Song of Luoyang Girls by Wang Wei: Has anyone noticed a jade-faced Yue girl, humble and poor, washing silk by the river? .
"Five Days of Watching Prostitutes" at the beginning of the year: Xi Shiman Road rejuvenates the spring sand, and Jasper fights Lihua.
As far as the present situation is concerned, ancient poems with gauze characters seem to appear only as "window gauze" or "huansha" related to poetry.
Maybe I'm just ignorant. This is all I know for the time being. I hope the landlord can find a satisfactory answer. I also hope to discuss it together ~ hehe.
Wang Wei's Xi Poem: The girls who used to wash silk beside her were left outside her chariot. ..
2. Poetry about diamond yarn.
Diamond yarn
Hold hands, listen to songs, and knock on the golden hairpin.
Laughter and pearls and bright eyes.
Suddenly butterflies are full of spring breeze.
How to Teach Cold Mirror Face-lifting
Detailed explanation: holding hands and listening to songs knocking on the golden hairpin, laughing at the bright eyes of pearls, and suddenly the butterfly is full of spring breeze, so it is called cold mirror and thin face;
According to my personal point of view, Holding Hands and Listening to Songs and Knocking on Golden Hairpin is about Ling Sha's past life.
I think after knowing Tianhe, she gradually developed feelings (not to say that Ling Sha had no feelings before ...), and with the joys and sorrows, she gradually understood the bitterness and sweetness of loving someone.
Suddenly butterflies are full of spring breeze. My personal feeling is that when Ling Sha slowly chews the ups and downs of love, he finds that his days are short and the good days are over (the spring breeze is full).
How to call a cold mirror and thin face Lingsha became the host of Wang Shu. When she was about to leave the personnel, her fate was difficult and she had to reluctantly give up what she wanted. ...
Do you know butterflies? Although it is a short life, it can taste all kinds of flavors of life, but it can gradually disappear in happiness. Just like rhombic yarn, although it is as bright as a butterfly, it can silently endure hundreds of tastes of life. Why not make it unforgettable?
3. Poems about Yang Yuhuan
Poems about Yang Yuhuan
Jade bone, ice muscle, gorgeous as plum, jealous, ashamed to spend an inch of talent.
It was a warm spring night, the clouds were rolling and the rain was relaxing, and the soul was shocked by electricity and thunder.
6. It's hard to get up, but it's easy to kill three feet.
Today, Huaqing is still green, but there is no litchi in Chang 'an.
Deng Ying yuanzhen
There are no chariots and horses in Luoyang day and night, and red yarn is hung all over the trees.
It is said that Xuanzong's potential companion is too real to swim in the light and shadow.
Zhanghulian Changgong
The rain and dew are floating in the Dragon and Tiger Banner, and the jade building is far away from the blue mountains.
Xuanzong really went to Matthew, and mangroves sold themselves all over the garden.
Ye Luo Hot Springs
A stream of spring water washed raspberry moss and circled Xuanzong Bathroom several times.
The water princess once took a photo and couldn't help flowing into the old palace.
Maweipo justice
Xuanzong Yang Guifei returned to Chang 'an Yang, the dragon was dead, and the country with unforgettable old feelings began to revitalize.
The execution of Yang Fei was also a wise decision of Xuanzong, otherwise it would lead to the country's demise.
Baipu drunk in the sky
People suspect that Yang Fei is here. How can we get rid of the Mawei disaster?
I once came with Ming Taizu holding an inkstone, and my beautiful face was romantic.
Inai waved to Li Bai and looked at his charming attitude, sprinkling pine smoke and breaking peach cheeks.
The Everlasting Regret
Bai Juyi
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
On the night when the spring breeze and plum blossoms are in full bloom, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person.
When I heard the messenger of the Han family, she was surprised to see the dream of Jiuhua and Huagai.
Pulling clothes and pushing pillows back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil opened.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
The wind blew the fairy, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
4. Poems about fireflies
In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Xie Shu wrote a poem, "Your Highness, at dusk, fireflies fly to rest."
Yu Xin's poems in the Southern and Northern Dynasties are "inorganic weaving in the latitude, fireflies bring fire and cold."
Li Bai's poem "Mountain flowers are like embroidered cheeks, and Jiang Huo is like fireflies."
In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu wrote, "Guests come to wash their makeup, fireflies pick up the dusk."
Li Boshi "The second brother can suffer, gathering fireflies in summer and reflecting snow in winter."
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi's poem "The East Wall is sad, and fireflies fly every night."
Wei Poetry in Tang Dynasty "The cold rain is deeper and deeper, and the firefly is higher."
Wu Rong wrote in the Tang Dynasty: "The forest wind moves birds, and the pool rain gathers fireflies."
During the Five Dynasties, Sun Guangxian wrote, "Fireflies flooded and went out. Dongwan is wide and there is cold water at night. "
In the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Yong wrote, "Sparse a path, and fireflies fly away."
Lu Wei's old words in the Northern Song Dynasty, "New sorrow breeds old hatred, and even fireflies turn the moon into gauze."
He Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty wrote: "The moon is born on the river, and the stars are rare. Song Qingchao was in Bai Niao, and the deep bamboo teased the fireflies. "
Zhou Bangyan in the Northern Song Dynasty wrote, "Idle in the open well, laughing at fireflies, resulting in a broken painting and a light fan."
Confucius' poem in the Northern Song Dynasty "Autumn leaves fall early, and the coolness is accompanied by fireflies."
Zhang wrote in the Southern Song Dynasty: "When the willows are sparse, the fireflies are all extinct."
Wang Zao of the Southern Song Dynasty wrote: "The wind at the willow tip enters the firefly. With the waves, the cold stars were dispersed. "
Ye Mengde in the Southern Song Dynasty wrote: "When you see the stars falling on the eaves, fireflies are very small."
Wu Wenying's ci in the Southern Song Dynasty "gradually painted fireflies for a long time, making them faint."
Fan Yi in the Yuan Dynasty wrote a poem, "When the rain stops, fireflies come at night."
Tang Xianzu's poem in Yuan Dynasty "The sparkling water birds are still shocked, and the dew is cold and the fireflies are wet."
Modern Su Shi said, "Fireflies cry at night, and plain women can't stand autumn."