1. Poems about pounding clothes
Poems about pounding clothes 1. Poems about pounding clothes
Poems about pounding clothes [Southern Dynasties] Xie Huilian
Hengji has no flooding degree. The fortune of the sundial is swift and urgent. White dew nourishes garden chrysanthemums. The autumn wind falls on the locust tree. Su Su Sha chicken feathers. The strong cold cry. The sunset is empty. The moon shines brightly in the boudoir. Beauty wears clothes. The ends are decorated with high anvils and ringing hair. The couplets and pestles sound mournful. The two sleeves are slightly fragrant. Light sweat dyes double questions. Wan Su has become a man. A gentleman has not returned from his journey. Cut with a medium knife. Sewn into a thousand-mile garment. The surplus bag comes from one's hands. You are silent until you open it. The belt is a thing of the past. I don’t know what is right and wrong now.
How can it be added?" He also commented on it as a "five-character warning policy." Clothes breaking is a very common theme in works of the Tang Dynasty. Hui Lian's work not only appeared earlier, but also has a complete mood, which is worthy of Zhong Rong's praise.
"Listening to the Breaking of Clothes at Night" Cao Pi of Jin Dynasty
When the Han Dynasty reigns in the plain, the beautiful woman manages the quilt. The winter night is clear and everlasting, and the bright moon shines in the shadow of the hall. The slender hands fold the light cloth, and the long pestle strikes the anvil...
Midnight Wu Song [Li Bai]
The moon in Chang'an, the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love.
On what day the barbarians will be defeated, and the good men will stop the expedition.
Pounding Clothes Du Fu
It is also known that garrison will never return, and the test of clearing the anvil will be carried out in autumn. It's almost a bitter cold month, and I've been feeling lonely. It is better to say that I am tired of pounding my clothes, but to send my message to the deep wall. Use all your strength in the boudoir, and you will listen to the outside voice.
Listening to the Anvil under the Moon by Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty
The quiet night covers the cold city, where does the Qing Anvil come from? The sound of pounding the autumn moon breaks the heart of Lulong garrison. If you don't get sent to recruit people, you will feel sad about the frost and the dew.
Smell the Anvil on an Autumn Night by Du Xunhe, Tang Dynasty
The desolate guest house sleeps in the autumn colors, and every family enjoys the moonlight with anvil. It's not as good as Bashan to listen to the sound of apes. Among the three sounds, there is the sound of "no worries".
Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night [Zhang Ruoxu] (Excerpt)
The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and the whisk on the anvil of the clothes will come back.
At this time, we are looking at each other but not hearing each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Modern translation: The moonlight shines into the boudoir, and the bead curtain cannot be rolled away; the moonlight shines on the anvil for pounding clothes, and it comes back again after being brushed away.
Appreciation of the long poem "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" focuses on describing five things: spring, river, flowers, moon and night. The two sentences here are famous sentences describing moonlight. It does not describe moonlight in isolation, but uses it to highlight people's thoughts and feelings. "In the Yuhu Curtain" and "On the Anvil of Clothes" both make people feel the existence of a young woman who misses the concubine. Whether she is alone in her boudoir or making cold clothes for the conscript, the moonlight is closely accompanying her. Moreover, "cannot be rolled away" and "whisked back" imply that this young woman has never been able to get rid of the pain of lovesickness. These two lines of poetry are vivid, beautiful in tone and emotion, and highly artistic.
2. Poems about pounding clothes
"Gengluzi·The Wind Brings Cold"
Era: Tang Author: Feng Yansi
Feng With the cold, autumn is just right, and Cymbidium grows old for no reason. The clouds are gone, the trees are still there, and the people who have left me have yet to return.
The curtains are stretched, and the Zhu Pavilion is not alone but sad. The moon rises in the east, geese fly south, and whose clothes are pounded at night.
"Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Autumn Song"
Era: Tang Author: Li Bai
There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes. The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day the barbarians will be defeated, and the good men will stop the expedition.
"Youth Travel: Farewell to the West Tower"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao
Farewell to the West Tower, the wind is high and the dew is cold, and the moon is helplessly clear. In Feihong's shadow, outside the anvil, there is always love.
At this time, Wang and Sun were surrounded by mountains and rivers, so where could they go to the west? The dream of the golden girl's soul is in vain, searching for all the short and long pavilions.
"Five Poems of Changxin Autumn Part 5"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Changling
The moon is bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Changxin Palace, His Royal Highness Zhaoyang is pounding his clothes Voice. There are traces of grass in the white dew hall, and there is overwhelming emotion in the red tent.
"Farewell at the Water Pavilion of the Five Lakes Pavilion in Winter"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Mu
The reed flowers fly wherever they touch, relying only on the empty threshold for rain slight. Birds' nests emerge from the fallen leaves in the cold forest. In ancient times, fishing boats were high and the waves were high.
The clouds hug the four mountains all day long, and when will the three paths of grass and wasteland return? Jiangcheng is facing the dark east wind, and half of it is filled with nostalgia.
"Lonely Sleeping and Resentment"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cui Gui
Years of military conquests have been going on, and the feast is held with affection. Flowers fly to the brocade, and the moon falls to pound the edges of the clothes.
Sitting alone is sad when the lamp is dark, and I sleep alone when the bed is empty. From Jun to Liaohai, the jade box closes the spring string.
"Yang Gudian"
Era: Tang Author: Cen Shen
The pear leaves in the guest house are red, and the neighbors hear the clothes being pounded. I have a dream at night, and I shed tears because I long for home.
The Luo River is running out, and the mountain is gradually fading. Chang'an is only a thousand miles away, so there is little news about it.
"The Romance·Konoye Pavilion Gao Xia"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Lei
Konoye Pavilion Gao Xia, the Double Ninth Festival is approaching, and it is autumn again. Sadness enters Yu's intestines, old age invades his temples, hairpins are tied to yellow chrysanthemums, and flowers should be ashamed. In the evening of Chu Tian, ????the white apples are gone, and the red polygonum is at the edge of the water. The fragrant grass is affectionate, the sunset is speechless, geese cross Nanpu, and people lean against the west tower.
Is Yurong Zhi safe? The fragrant paper has the word "jin" in two places. The sky hates the separation and separation of blue clouds, and the ups and downs of blue birds. I feel annoyed in front of the wind, my heart is a little bit sweet, my eyebrows are furrowed, and I can't help but worry about it? Love that is beyond words will be wasted.
"Linjiangxian·Mu Luojiang is cold and the autumn color is late"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xie Yi
Mu Luojiang is cold and autumn is late and the wind is blowing The hat is light in wind. The sound of banging clothes outside Danfeng Tower. Climbing high and looking far away, the shadows of mountains and wild geese are horizontal.
The palace is stained with yellow chrysanthemums, and the dogwood smoke is lightly red. Who is the most drunk in front of you? The fragrance of wine perfumes the face, and the setting sun cuts off the rays of light.
"The wind enters the pine· Returning to saddle still wants to wander a little"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Kezhuang
Returning to saddle still wants to wander a little, adversity is difficult to overcome. People say that wine is a medicine to relieve worries, but it will help you stay sick and live up to the golden lei. When the clothes are worn in the desolation, the desolate feelings are revealed.
The distant forest is swaying and the evening wind is mourning, but the wild shops are still open. Passionate is just a shadow in front of the lamp, accompanying this man, coming and going together. The host of the counter-tour asked, "This trip is as good as before."
3. Poems containing "pounding clothes"
1. Blowing the pipe at dawn and letting the flowers fall, pounding the military clothes towards the bright moon at night.
2. A piece of Chang'an In the moon, there is the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes. The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two. When will Hu Qian be pacified and the good man stop going on an expedition?
3. The surface of the anvil is shining brightly, and the pestle sounds in unison, pounding the title of "Zhengyi Tears of Ink".
4. The high pole and anvil make a loud sound, and the long couplet and pestle sound mournful. The sleeves are slightly fragrant, and the forehead is dyed with light sweat. The noble man has become a man, but the gentleman has not yet returned. Use a medium knife to cut and sew into Wanli clothes.
5. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching again, and there are sounds of anvils and pestles everywhere.
6. The deep courtyard is quiet, the alleys are empty, and the intermittent cold wind blows. Helpless, the night is long and people are sleepless, and several sounds and the moon are coming to the curtains
7. Under the slanting moon, in front of the north wind, thousands of pestles and thousands of anvils are pounding to penetrate. If you don't work hard to break your clothes and don't sleep, tonight will be like a year.
8. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.
9. The desolate guest house sleeps in the autumn colors, and every family enjoys the moonlight. It's not as good as Bashan to listen to the sound of apes. Among the three sounds, there is the sound of "no worries".
10. The night is quiet and the city is cold, where does the Qing Dynasty come from? The sound of pounding the autumn moon breaks the heart of Lulong garrison. If you don't get sent to recruit people, you will feel sad about the frost and the dew.
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4. What are some poems about the moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes
Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, There are three people facing each other. Li Bai
The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. Li Bai
You can reach the moon by raising your hand, and you can walk forward as if there are no mountains. Li Bai
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment. Zhang Jiuling
The osmanthus moon falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrant clouds float outside. Song Zhiwen
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows up the stone. Wang Wei
On the top of a willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. Ouyang Xiu
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. Du Fu
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. Bai Juyi
The autumn moon in Emei is half full, and its shadow is reflected in the water of Pingqiang River. Li Baichun The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. Zhang Ruoxu
***When I look at the bright moon, I should shed tears. My heart is in the same place all night long. Bai Juyi
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Wang Anshi
The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and the catkins pond has a gentle breeze. Yan Shu
The sun has just swept away the sky, but he taught the bright moon to send him to the future.
Su Shi
5. Poems about moon nostalgia
The bright moonlight in front of the bed seems to be frost on the ground
Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown
Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are forming sea towers
Raising glasses to the bright moon, making three people in the shadows
Chang'an is under a moon, and thousands of households are pounding clothes
The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, between the vast sea of ??clouds
The drunken moon is frequently in the sage, and it is not my fault to be obsessed with flowers
But under the crystal curtain, I look at the autumn moon exquisitely
I I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow you till the end of the night.
We are all filled with joy and excitement, and want to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon
The half-moon of the autumn moon in Mount Emei, the shadows of Pingqiang The river flows
The wind blows through the pines, and the moon shines on the mountains while playing the piano
People in the deep forest do not know that the bright moon shines on them
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow up< /p>
The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night
The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown
The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is near the sky.
I wake up in the morning to sort out the filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight
Silently, I go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook
The bright moon separates the branches and scares the magpies, and the breeze blows in the middle of the night Singing Cicada
Poor night on the third day of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow
A flick of the flowing water and a flick of the moon, half into the river wind and half into the clouds
The deeper moon The color is half of the house, the Beidou is in the dark and the South is tilted
The mirror is in the morning, but the clouds are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night
I can draw the eagle bow like a full moon, look to the northwest to shoot the sky wolf
6. Poems about the frontier fortress
Seven poems by Wang Changling on the march to the army
Baichilou in the west of Fenghuo City, the sea breeze and autumn are alone at dusk. I even play the Qiang flute to close the mountains and the moon, and I don’t have the worries of the golden boudoir.
The pipa dances to a new sound, always leaving the mountains behind. I can't stop listening to the excitement, but the autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
The elm leaves in Guancheng are turning yellow early, and the clouds and sand are an ancient battlefield at dusk. Please return to the army to cover the bones in the dust. Do not teach the soldiers to cry in the wilderness.
Qinghai is covered by long clouds and covered with snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
The desert is windy and dusty, the sun is dim, and the red flag is half-rolled out of the camp gate. The former army fought in Taohebei at night and reported that Tuyuhun was captured alive.
"The next song of the plug":
The cicadas sing in the empty mulberry forest, and the road is Xiaoguan Road in August. Going out of the plug and back into the plug again, there are yellow reeds everywhere. We have always been together in a quiet place, but we are all old and dusty. Don't imitate the knight-errants and praise Ziliu modestly.
Drinking horses crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sun has not gone down on Pingsha, and I can see Lintao dimly. In the old days of the Great Wall Battle, Xian Yan was in high spirits. The yellow dust is enough for the present and the past, and the white bones are a mess of wormwood.
Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital
Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and Hutian blows snow in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
The snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.