A poem about cutting windows.

1. Wang Wei's poem about "window"

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

/kloc-Yuan Mei on the evening of 0/February 15.

More and more heavy, more and more urgent, and gradually the voice died.

The window is brighter, and it snows every day.

Zhu in early summer

Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.

Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer.

Rain fell on my book Wang Anshi.

Suddenly, Ganze washes away the world, and Nanmu in the eastern suburbs comforts Yan.

Looking ahead, Sky will do business with the world.

Ji means that the stars are calm and the windows are cool.

Who is like a floating cloud that knows how to advance and retreat, only when it turns into rain will it return to the mountains.

2. Which ancient poem is "I have a quip * * * to cut the window"? The poem inside should be a poem written by someone on the internet. There is no poem title, and the specific source is unknown.

The original poem is as follows:

The bright moon and the frost on the spring night have a shadow of ten miles. The world of mortals has never met a bosom friend, and occasionally it will get a good sentence * * * to cut the window.

Song Cizhi's father-in-law used idle printing: I have a good sentence * * * to cut windows.

It means: write a wonderful poem by accident, and then spend the night with your bosom friend, deliberating words and phrases.

Notes on Rainy Nights for Friends in the North —— Li Shangyin in the Late Tang Dynasty

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Rhyme translation:

You asked me when I would go home, but I haven't set a date yet.

It rains heavily in Bashan tonight, and it rains in autumn pool.

You and I will get together again and cut the candle flowers in the west window.

Tonight, I will tell you about the autumn rain, my painful feelings.

3. Describe the sentence 1 for cutting window grilles. The art of paper-cutting comes from people's pursuit of beauty and love for life. An ordinary pair of scissors and an ordinary piece of colored paper can cut out a wonderful work of art. Although it looks ordinary on the surface, some implications can be seen from paper-cutting. Fish, insects, birds, animals, flowers, trees, bridges and running water, which people are familiar with and love, all contain a strong flavor of life. Colorful and vivid paper-cutting makes me like it very much!

2. Once, take me to menstruation's house to play. I saw my aunt cutting window grilles. I saw my aunt cut the word "Fu". There are two fat fish under the word "Fu". The two fish looked at each other, their beards still shaking! Seeing my aunt cut quickly and skillfully, I can't help but envy. After dinner, I pestered my aunt to teach me to cut window grilles. Seeing that I wanted to learn so much, my aunt agreed.

I'm totally ready. Aunt explained the steps while cutting. Looking at her flexible hands, my heart pounded and I thought: It's so difficult to cut window grilles, can I learn? I followed the method my aunt taught me: first, fold the paper according to a certain shape, and then cut out the small graphics I want to cut on the paper according to the shape. I am very careful. Ah! A window sash was cut off. I opened my window sash and looked at it. Really beautiful!

4. Ask for some beautiful poems about "window". Nie Shengqiong, it is difficult to find a good dream in the sky. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.

Lutong thought all night, and suddenly went to the window, suspecting that it was Jun.

Qin Shaoyou raised his hand and pushed open the window and the moon, throwing stones at the bottom of the water.

Su Shi in Jiangchengzi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Chrysanthemum shadow-pillow summer old friend

Qiu Guang overlapped heavily, and it sneaked into the third path.

The window depicts the distance through the sparse light, and the fence screen is exquisite.

Leng Xiang's soul should stay, and the frost seal is vivid and empty.

Take good care of Dimfragrance and stop stepping on it. Who can make you dizzy?

It is still cold in the sound of light and shadow, and it is still cold in the water. In the dream, silk and bamboo sing lightly outside the building, outside the mountain, and outsiders don't return to geese. Looking back too early, the Sichuanese who forgot to play the piano were in tears, the rustling flowers fell on their shoulders, and the flute sounded on their shoulders. Where is Jiangnan in the sound of a cold window?

Miscellaneous songs, concubine, unlucky Cui

Although he entered the palace of Qin Huang, he did not go to Qin Huang's bed.

Every night at the jade window, I have sex with him.

Chen Ziliang, the newly-built Anle Palace (New Palace Poetry)

Spring shines in the blue palace, and Qin women sit by the window.

Willow leaves to eyebrows, peach blossoms blush.

Blow dust and open a box, but the account is smoked.

Thin shirts hate the sun, while light skirts are more afraid of the wind.

Harmony songs, recitation songs, five Zhang Hu songs.

A man stood by the window and a man walked outside the curtain.

I'm worried about seeing spiders weave webs, so I'll think it over.

Reward master Xia Hui Tian Lin Chen Quan Zi Ang

I heard that white clouds are in the house, and the violet is beautiful.

Rock springs are flowing, and trees and stones are thousands of years old.

The forest is opposite the porch window, and the mountain is full of families.

The alchemist's work is finished. He attacked Duran from June.

Like Mr. Lu, Cui, Xing Ting and.

Qiaoke door has its own curtain, but there is no hairpin in the window.

Happy to start a business with me, honor has never been my heart.