Bai Juyi in Shang Yang White-haired Man
Shang Yang people, Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new.
Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring.
Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled.
Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.
When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade.
The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life.
Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.
Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous.
The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.
Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times.
Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.
Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows.
Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.
Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, and old is bitter. How about suffering less and suffering more?
You can't see Lv Xiang's Beauty Fu, and you can't see the white-haired Song in the sun today!
2. Writing poems of the imperial court is sadly the title of ancient poems. The author quickly asked for "Bai Han, a poem by Jingfu Dongxiang". Time: Song Author: Sima Guang's autumn is crisp and ambitious.
Quietly, it is difficult for the court. Fang Feng attacked the jade, and Yu Lu divided the copper plates.
If you don't make it last forever, you will be famous forever. "Two Rhymes Tour Kanluoji" Time: Song Author: Su Zhe will leave his hometown and will stop at the age of Jiang.
There are abundant mountains and rivers in the southeast. Delayed my trip and suddenly forgot my official position.
Wade in the morning dew, ride high and abandon the saddle. Transcendence, through the clouds caress Zhu Lan.
I look down on everything, but I feel that the sky is vast. The tide is coming and hope is extremely empty.
1 1. The ship crossing the sea, Ran Ran moved the pole. Monsters come and go from time to time, and groups of playful creatures flock together.
Shadows make their own fires, and green ones can drill. Stone is an ancient natural barrier, which is covered by the separation of powers.
Doubt the city and look far, come and ride a new concept. Gather and disperse Wang Ye, and form a group to destroy Jewish month.
Jinshan is surrounded by stones, drifting with the tide and surrounded by dangers. Hesitant Hanting, standing on the exposed plate.
Wild waves devour and last forever. Staring at each other wearily, I wandered around the house.
The history of this temple can be traced back to ancient times, and its relics are dragons and bears. Tang, the stone where Kongming sits? Calendar nonhuman magazine
In first frost, the grass is short, the rain is long and the moss is cold. Xiao Weng loves Buddha, and Dafu will work hard.
Because Poe, still there, was a mistake. Gong Wei has a mild climate, and Buddha bones are buried in golden coffins.
Chang Song looked at one hundred feet, and the portrait left three sighs. Li He, a new poem, read the paper and cut it out.
Well, I'm a fisherman and I'm at ease in the Jianghu. The square is locked in a cage, sighing at the sky.
It is difficult to swim, cherish and recite. Wages are raised by the barrel, and salt is salty.
When will the ship leave? Don't wait for the governor to come and play.
3. It is sad to write this poem in the palace, because the author of this ancient poem is Kuaiqiu, the author of Jingfu Dongxiang Poem Bai Han: Song Author: Sima Guang.
Autumn is crisp, showing off the end of Qingyun.
Quietly, it is difficult for the court.
Fang Feng attacked the jade, and Yu Lu divided the copper plates.
If you don't make it last forever, you will be famous forever.
The Second Rhyme Travel Notes Kanluo Temple Year: Song Author: Su Zhe
It's a long way to the countryside, so it's time to get involved in Jianghu.
There are abundant mountains and rivers in the southeast.
Delayed my trip and suddenly forgot my official position.
Wade in the morning dew, ride high and abandon the saddle.
Transcendence, through the clouds caress Zhu Lan.
I look down on everything, but I feel that the sky is vast.
The tide is coming and hope is extremely empty.
1 1. The ship crossing the sea, Ran Ran moved the pole.
Monsters come and go from time to time, and groups of playful creatures flock together.
Shadows make their own fires, and green ones can drill.
Stone is an ancient natural barrier, which is covered by the separation of powers.
Doubt the city and look far, come and ride a new concept.
Gather and disperse Wang Ye, and form a group to destroy Jewish month.
Jinshan is surrounded by stones, drifting with the tide and surrounded by dangers.
Hesitant Hanting, standing on the exposed plate.
Wild waves devour and last forever.
Staring at each other wearily, I wandered around the house.
The history of this temple can be traced back to ancient times, and its relics are dragons and bears.
Tang, the stone where Kongming sits? Calendar nonhuman magazine
In first frost, the grass is short, the rain is long and the moss is cold.
Xiao Weng loves Buddha, and Dafu will work hard.
Because Poe, still there, was a mistake.
Gong Wei has a mild climate, and Buddha bones are buried in golden coffins.
Chang Song looked at one hundred feet, and the portrait left three sighs.
Li He, a new poem, read the paper and cut it out.
Well, I'm a fisherman and I'm at ease in the Jianghu.
The square is locked in a cage, sighing at the sky.
It is difficult to swim, cherish and recite.
Wages are raised by the barrel, and salt is salty.
When will the ship leave? Don't wait for the governor to come and play.
4. Poems about the court, songs of everlasting regret.
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.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough.
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.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
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? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, 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.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and 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 went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
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.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with 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.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
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.
5. The poems about tragedy are searching, cold and clear, and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? The wind is rushing at dawn.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can break it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
6. What poems describe "Gong Dou"? 1, "erotic hatred" Wang Changling?
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
2, "Resentment" Li Bai
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows.
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
I don't love the palace wall willow, but I was mistaken by the front edge.
Bloom flowers fall from time to time, and always depends on Dongjun.
There is no way to go, how to live.
If I have a boat on the river, I want to go with you.
3. Li Shangyin, a martial artist
The dragon sill is heavy and the water is clear, and the forbidden door hides the human voice.
The prince of Wu gave a banquet in the palace and went out for the night.
4, "Chen Hougong" Li Shangyin
Maoyuan City has picturesque scenery and flowing water. Also, according to Shuiguang Temple, the Yuehua Building is to be built.
Invade the night, open the mirror, greet the winter pheasant and offer fur. All the ministers are half drunk, and the son of heaven is not worried.
5. Xiao Zhongshan, a closed Zhaoyangchun and Weizhuangchun.
Once closed, it will bounce again. The night cold palace leaks forever, and the dream is full of grace. It's fascinating to lie back and think about the past. Luo's clothes are wet, and there are signs of crying on his red suit.
The song blew away the heavy shovel. The pavilion is surrounded by green grass, leaning against Nagato. Who are you going to talk to? Standing still, the palace is dying.
7. The poem about tragedy (1) is immortal.
I saw an eagle passing by at dusk.
In the slow twilight
My God, my eagle
Burning in wild flowers.
I see clear water.
Flowing in my palm.
Transparent and pure white, as always.
I saw the immortal stone.
be iron-hearted
A tragedy is brewing.
(2) tragedy
Homer, a blind poet who suffered retribution.
Fight in ancient Rome with pens instead of pens.
I saw a rock-solid belief.
Flash on a stiff beard
I saw the light of tragedy.
In his vacant eyes
glimmer
I saw the river of time.
Wandering in the ancient sunset
Full of wind and sand
Ancient road and west wind
Homer cries in the epic.
(3) Desolation
The winter night is bleak, and the lone wolf cries to the moon.
Endless exile
Gobi in the sunset
Bloom in
In a desolate field of vision
I see a lot of wild flowers.
Extend into the night
I heard laughter.
From the silent night
The city under the dust
Whose happiness is buried?
I hear spring surging.
Wind chimes are general
Like a bell.
First class
Knock hard
(4) heavy
pitch-dark night
Hanging low in the lonely and desolate Gobi
I saw boxwood looking at myself in the sand.
I can't express my hope
With an old ballad
I shake hands with the god I care about.
I planted tears and harvested dust.
The sunset at dusk flows into the night.
I heard this song and saw it.
I also saw the silent God.
Lonely midnight hemoptysis
(5) protection
Winter is cold without the protection of gods.
Spring abandoned by the gods is full of flowers.
The breeze is blowing the willows and whispering, and endless ripples flow to the sky.
Wild flowers without spring protection touch lonely eyes.
Without cold protection, snow and ice can't stop.
I searched persistently for poetry in the dark.
Loneliness, like a lonely god in mythology.
6. Heaven
The sun was born in an explosion.
It will eventually erupt.
Dust will eventually return to dust.
Look at the purple light, the sun, and heaven.
Watch for spring, watch for autumn and watch for God.
Who whispers in the dusk?
A low-key old song
Look at my god and all beings, so do I.
Shake hands and say goodbye to heaven.
(7) dim
The melancholy messenger of spring is in March.
All the willows have sprouted.
There is a kind of debris belonging to the sky.
Her face is shy and endless tenderness.
There is a wounded white swan in the sky.