Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. -Li Bai's "A Song of Sauvignon Blanc"
Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings. -Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao III"
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. -Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts"
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan. -Li Bai's Three Sauvignon Blancs II
Clear water is boundless, and beauty can't come to empty fields. -Li Bai's "Sending Wang Hanyang in Early Spring"
Wu Biaoyin, you stayed at my house drunk. -Li Bai's "Yang Rebel"
Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II"
That kind of cold suffering is indescribable, and I can only secretly feel sad and secretly play the piano for the king. -Li Bai's "Songs of Complaint"
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. -Li Bai's "Folding Lotus"
I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
Remember to say goodbye to you, peach moth. -Li Bai's "Dugu"
Zhaojun brushed the jade saddle and blushed when he got on the horse. -two poems by Li Bai and Wang Zhaojun
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
You sing Yang, I advise Xinfeng Liquor Industry. -Li Bai's "Yang Rebel"
Wish you all the best. -Li Bai's "Qin Nv Juan"
The wind destroys the cold brown ring, and the moon is sad when it enters the frost. -Li Bai's "Dugu"
The king chose a beautiful woman, and she was chosen to serve the king to sleep. -Li Bai's "Songs of Complaint"
The beauty thought for a long time and felt very sad. -Li Bai's "Folding Willow"
There are many clues to remember you when the wheat in Jingzhou ripens into a moth. -Li Bai's Song of Jingzhou
And I love master, and I haven't stopped staying for a long time. -Li Bai's "Giving Autumn to Shaofu"
Gu said, madam qi, Peter Weng has become a treasure. -Li Bai's "Mountain Man Persuades Wine"
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. -Li Bai's "A Song of Sauvignon Blanc"
I miss my hometown, but I can't go back to it. This poem is a token of my love. -Li Bai's "Send to Ang, Leave to Bazhong"
Cover my tears and listen to your songs. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul. -Li Bai's "A Song of Sauvignon Blanc"
2. Li Bai, a love poem, "Chanting Zhuluoshan"
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Shi, a woman from China, was born in Ramie Mountain.
Her charm has been passed down to this day, and Lotus sees her shyness.
She moved the green water in the stream near Bianxi, as leisurely as clear water.
It is rare to see her smile and show her white teeth, because she is reflected in a weak voice.
Gou Jian, the King of Yue, collected national colors and raised eyebrows at the history of Wu.
She was loved by the king of Wu and placed in the palace of the Children's Palace.
Wu was defeated, and Wu never returned for a thousand years.
Fly to the sky
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
In March, when the wheat is green, the pheasant flies into the sky, carrying two female pheasants. Brocade embroidered with wings,
The sorrow of grazing calves. Spring is blooming and the weather is getting warmer. Grasping the drinking fountain is full of courage,
Fight for the hero and embroider your neck. The pheasant class played an urgent orchestra and fell in love with the beautiful wine bowl.
A withered young man is a withered young man. I am still living alone at the age of seventy. Play the string and write endless grievances,
Close your eyes and return to the yellow mud.
Qin NV Juan yi
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
The son of heaven lives in Weiyang, and my concubine rolls clothes. Regardless of the purple palace pet, dare to brush the gold bed.
If the water doesn't go, the bear can still come. Serve the sun and the moon, floating like the light of fireflies.
Wish you all the best.
3. What are the emotional poems written by Li Bai?
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
Second, Sauvignon Blanc, the first part
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying!
Iii. Qingpingdiao (1)
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
4. Li Bai's love sentence resents Tang Li Bai's "How Beautiful She is". Open the pearl-like window sash and who is sitting with a frown.
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. Sitting in the late Tang Dynasty, Li Bai felt that Leng Ye was long in winter and sat thoughtfully in the North Hall for a long time.
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly. When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more.
Cover my tears and listen to your songs. The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings.
Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
Long March Tang Li Bai My hair barely covered my forehead. I was picking flowers and paying for my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng. I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke.
Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind. The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling.
The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward. How about being sad? You see less and leave more.
When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent. Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians. Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong.
Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping. Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach blossom red.
As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind. Two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, Tang Li Bai Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
A thin layer of frost shone like a small mirror on my cold cushion. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon, alone, like a flower, from the center of the cloud.
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul. In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu. This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a faraway place. Outside the blue sky, the past and present are the source of tears. If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Spring thinking, Tang Li Bai, you are like jade in the north, and I am a mulberry with green branches. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang? Li Bai, who has been away from the Tang Dynasty for a long time, has not returned in spring, and sees cherry blossoms at the jade window.
There is a brocade book that makes people dumbfounded. At this point, my heart is broken, my heart is broken.
Clouds and smoke are tied to the temples, and sorrow is like running back to snow. Last year I sent books to the balcony, and this year I sent books again.
Dongfeng, Dongfeng, blow clouds for me and let the west come. Come but not come, the fallen flowers are silent and covered with moss.
Li Bai's snow covered the palace buildings in the Tang Dynasty, and the curtain was faint and golden. The bucket is dry, the fragrance is light, and the plum tip is lightly leaning.
Musk deer smoke is fragrant and red. Shallow painting clouds hanging, little tears in the sun.
When you live close at hand, your manners are blocked, as if you were thousands of miles away. Looking at the cold bamboo branches outside the crystal curtain, the shepherd hasn't arrived yet
In the dark, Li Bai and Huang Yuncheng in the Tang Dynasty wanted to live in the dark and cried on the dumb branches. In the machine, Jin Qinchuan is female, and the blue yarn is like smoke.
Stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay alone in a lonely room with tears. Li Bai, a Bodhisattva in the Tang Dynasty, looked up and suddenly saw Hengyang Wild Goose.
I don't have a line of books for my lover. Tears return to the fragrance pavilion and hate, and tears drown the red powder.
When the goose comes back, there are no books to send to Iraq. My concubine is unlucky. Tang Li Bai and Han Emperor loved Gillian and stored it in the Golden House.
The emperor indulged her so much that even if her saliva fell, it would be as precious as pearls. Indulgence to the extreme, love stopped, and the emperor's affection for her gradually faded.
When Gillian was banished to Longmen, even the emperor's bedroom was close to the emperor, and the emperor refused to go back to Gillian for temporary residence. As soon as the rain falls, it can't fly to the sky, and it's hard to take back the water.
The feelings of Emperor Wu and Gillian, their own affairs. The beautiful hibiscus flower has become a desolate grass today.
If you convince people with beauty, the good days are very short. Li Bai was forbidden to enter the palace in the Qing Dynasty, and Ying Yu embroidered new embroidery.
A hundred herbs are looking for flowers and fighting for beauty, only betting on a bucket full of pearls. In the evening, I put on makeup and danced in front of the court.
Who said that the waist is gentle and graceful, the king smiled. Li Baiqing was forbidden to explore the golden window of the moon at night in Qing Dynasty.
Jade-covered mandarin ducks spray blue musk deer, which is silvery and fragrant when falling. The female companion sleeps alone, and Luo Qi in the Sixth Hospital is 3,000.
Every smile begets flattery. Who is Chen's enthusiasm for teaching? Autumn wind clear Tang Li Bai autumn wind clear, autumn moon bright. When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
5. Li Bai's poems about love are very detailed.
When did you say goodbye to your concubine last year? Butterflies are flying on the green grass in the South Garden.
When will I remember you this year? The western hills are covered with snow, and Qin Yun is in complete darkness.
The jade official has come here for three thousand miles, and wants to send a book, but he can smell it.
Dai Qiuqing
Leave a few days, there is a sunflower in front of the door.
The phoenix tree is cold, and the evening is long.
White dew and wet fireflies, clear frost and zero shredded rabbit.
Empty cover of purple plum, endless tears.
fire
The balcony is separated by Chu water, and spring grass gives birth to the Yellow River.
Acacia has no day and night, like waves.
There is no reason to wave to the sea and want to see it.
Send a little tear to the distance, like a flower.
Send it far away.
The length of spring grass is green, and the edge is like love.
The heart is bitter, the smoke is dead and the smoke is alive.
See what I mean, and watch the backyard.
When you are free, you should take it lightly.
Love, Bitter
Although newcomers can be spoiled as flowers, old friends are as heavy as jade.
Flowers can't help floating, jade is bright and unshakable.
Old friends are old and new, and now they are old, so are new people.
Please wait in the golden room in the morning, and the silent bead curtain will make silk.
A clear tone
Clouds want clothes, flowers and capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to expose China;
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
The second aspect of qingpingdiao
A stick of red incense heartbroken in vain.
Who can borrow the Han Palace? The poor swallow leans on the new one.
Qingpingtiaosan
The beauty of beauty and red peony complement each other, and beauty and long flowers are king.
Knowing the infinite hatred for the spring breeze, Shen Xiangting leaned on it.
Endless desire
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Jin Wei Jing Lan, Luo Wei Qiu Di, a thin layer of frost shines like a small mirror on my mat.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds.
There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Endless longing
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
A Zhao Qin just put it on the phoenix shelf and asked Qin Yuanyang to string it.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky.
Remembering my lover, he is far away from the horizon. The eyes of that year, the eyes of that year, have now become the source of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Love, Bitter
How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! ;
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much?
Chunsi
The grass in your north is blue as jade, and the mulberry branches here are green;
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Qiu Ge
A moon hangs in the capital, and 10 thousand washing hammers are beating;
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! .
Song of Chang Gan
My hair barely covers my forehead. I pick flowers at the door and pay for them. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. At the age of fourteen, I became your wife, too shy to laugh;
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I straightened my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love;
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, passing through the canyons, rocks and swirling water in Qingtang;
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss;
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! ;
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Drink with the moon
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; ;
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa.
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We both want to see the sun and the moon in the sky with distant thoughts.
But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords, it is even more worrying to raise our glasses to eliminate our worries;
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
6. Li Bai's emotional poems were dedicated to Wang Lun. Li Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Peach Blossom Lake is a few thousands of feet deeper than Wang Lun. Look at Lushan Waterfall, the incense burner gives birth to purple smoke in the sun, and look at Qianchuan Waterfall. People suspect that the Milky Way has been sinking for nine days. Two lights of Sauvignon Blanc (1), Chang 'an, autumn insects chirping at the edge of Jinjing, the thin frost on the mat is like a mirror, and the high lights are flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain and stare at the moon with many sighs, like a flower. From the center of the cloud, above, I see the blue and depth of the sky, below, I see the green and the agitation of the water. The soul flies forever in pain. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart. (2) The sun is full of lust, and the moon is as bright as ever. A Zhao harp has just played on the phoenix shelf, and a Shu pipa has begun to play its Yuanyang string. Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you, I hope it can reach the mountain with the spring wind, and I miss you outside the distant sky. I used to be a wandering eye, but now it is the source of tears. If you don't believe me, I'm heartbroken. Come back and look in the mirror.
7. Li Bai, love poem 1, my hair hasn't covered my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water. Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss. Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden. Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! . I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke. Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind.
The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling. The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward.
How about being sad? You see less and leave more. When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent.
Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river. Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians.
Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong. Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping.
Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach blossom red. As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.
2. Your spring thoughts in the grass in the north are as blue as jade, and our mulberries here are bent into green branches. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang? 3. The thirteenth song of Lishui Qiupu is pure and simple, and egrets fly to the moon.
Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne. 4, the autumn wind is clear, the autumn wind is clear, and the autumn moon is bright.
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises. Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
5. Resentful of how beautiful she looks, open the pearly casement and sit with a frown. I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
6, sit at night, feel cold in winter, sit in the north hall for a long time. Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly.
When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more. Cover my tears and listen to your songs.
The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings. Love is in harmony with sound, not against it.
I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.