Buddha's lantern poem

1. What are the beautiful poems about light? 1. Bury a city and turn off all the lights.

2. Life is an endless journey. We keep forgetting where we are. We are all on the road, forgetting our own way out and pursuing occasional satisfaction in disappointment. We are all free from the pain of waking up in our dreams and wandering in the dim light.

Look back at the light as before and hold your hand gently.

4, the night is cool, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.

5. May dreams become the beacon of the earth, and may blessings become the longest river.

6. I don't know when you will say goodbye to us in this brightly lit prosperous time.

7, long street, countless fireworks, you pick up the lamp and look back; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

8, facing the idle window, stop the lights until dawn, holding the shadow and not sleeping.

9. Time has never passed in vain. There will always be moments when you can't get rid of sadness. As the poet said, all the lights are dim and all the characters are given masks. However, when you look back, you will still find that what you want most is behind you.

10, suitable time and shade; There is a connection between people. This is the best life I want. The years are seamless, and the years are vicissitudes. In the long river of years, what people need is a lighthouse to guide you forward, so that you won't wander in the same place, and then you will understand. There is no rehearsal in life, and every day is a wonderful game, so no matter how difficult it is, you must learn to stick to it; No matter how annoying you are, don't forget to smile.

1 1, in fact, many times, people can't change their fate, just like lanterns on the roadside, which are as fragile as themselves, and can only be pushed helplessly by running water, where to flow. Instead of being sad, let nature take its course and see the scenery on both sides of the strait.

12, I wish I could not accumulate fate before my death, and the green light of the ancient Buddha is fleeting.

13, the palace lantern is bright at night, and the flowers are like flowers, which * * * drinks all his life.

14, bloom has no shore, and the soul is still in Sichuan. I don't know the smoke when I'm drunk, but the lights are cold in my dreams. Flowers and leaves don't meet for a thousand years, and the fate is touching, and the flowers are endless, and the Buddha sighs at my heart.

15. When you leave, be sure to leave the classroom as usual, turn off the lights and close the window, buy an popsicle by the way, and pretend to meet again.

2. Poems about candles 1. Poetry about candles: In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will dry their wick.

2. Original text

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Li shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

3. Translation

The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.

4. Brief analysis

Untitled Time flies is a love poem by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, whose theme is the separation of men and women. Taking the word "don't" in the sentence as the full text, this paper describes the pain of a pair of lovers' parting and their yearning after parting, and expresses their sincere lovesickness. But it also reveals the poet's political frustration and spiritual boredom, full of sadness, and expresses his great love and deep yearning for his lover through myths and legends. This poem incorporates the poet's personal life feelings.

The whole poem revolves around the first sentence, especially the words "Don't be embarrassed". Three or four sentences are a portrayal of mutual loyalty and vows of eternal love. The fifth and sixth sentences respectively describe the feelings of depression, resentment, indifference and even decline caused by not meeting each other. The only thing we can hope for is the idea in those seven or eight sentences: I hope the bluebird can spread acacia frequently.

3. Poetry about candles 1, [Tang] Magnolia in Gu Huan (that is, Yulouchun)

Excerpts from the original text:

Xiaoying's curtains are covered with foreign flowers and her back is full of red candles.

Explanation:

In the morning, birds are singing in the branches outside the curtains, and red candles are lit under the curtains behind them.

2. [Tang Dynasty] Yin E's "Tuizi Fengqieqie"

Excerpts from the original text:

Candles on the silver platform shed red tears, and wine is used to persuade people to be half drunk.

Explanation:

The red candle burns on the silver candlestick, and the wine makes people half drunk.

3, [Tang] Jia Dao's "Send Li Xiao Shu Ji"

Excerpts from the original text:

In the spring breeze, in front of candles.

Explanation:

In Spring Breeze, the wearer Baoyu wrote an article in front of a candle.

4.[ Song] "Three Farewell Poems"

Excerpts from the original text:

Tired guests listen to the small bell without sleep, and the candlelight turns red at night.

Explanation:

The tired guest didn't go to bed until dawn, and the candle was still on at five o'clock.

5, [Tang] Du Fu's "Gift Chu Shi"

Excerpts from the original text:

Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight!

Explanation:

What day is so lucky tonight that I can tell you my love under the candle?

4. What are the ancient poems about "Kongming Lantern"? 1. Eight ships are at dusk, and the moon star sets. At the beginning of autumn leaves, the river waves rise, and nine small lights stop by the shore.

2. Autumn birds return to the forest, and the sunset sets in the East China Sea; The tide goes to the rock and rises, and the fishing stops in the flat week.

3. The sunset glow is reflected every day, the red star has been exposed for half a month, and the high tide is full of incense bait. Stop the basket and wait for the fat crab round. You need to drink cloudy rice wine when it is cold. who is it? Hundreds of lanterns fly, and longevity is like a saint.

4. Kongming Lantern-Dai Ningdong

Full of prayers, fears and self-destruction, burning bones and burning hearts and self-immolation.

Flying at an altitude of 30,000 feet above the ground, can Ling Xiao see the Dragon City?

5, the stars are heavy and the night is wide, Enemy at the Gates. There is fire all over the sky. Help me go to Longcheng.

5. The poem Li Yu describes the sentence that the candle begins to shine, and the dragon and the candle will fight for it. (Under "Kong Tie")

Tian e's miscellaneous songs hurt the night alone, put out the candle and lie in the blue room. I'm afraid I'm sentimental about the moon. I'll take care of the bed.

* * * Miscellaneous songs 6. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul. I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day.

Zhang's miscellaneous songs and words, the Palace of Flowers and Beauty, the Floating Luan Hall, and the anvil sound across the Phoenix Building. The water sill sings, and the red candle welcomes autumn first.

Xue's ballads, ancient songs, beautiful women near red candles, candles sitting and cutting new brocade. You know you haven't slept at night by playing with a knife often.

His beauty has become haggard since he became a king (Jia's poem). Thinking of you is like a candle, frying your heart and containing your tears.

A great gentleman (Jia Shi) is a gentleman. I miss you like a candle at night, and I weep a thousand times.

Yang Shidao sings and dances (poems by Yang Shidao). Twenty-eight is like snow, and three spring flowers are early. Branches turn into candles, a kind of oblique wind.

Jiang's two ancient songs, Beauty Pass red candle sitting alone to cut new brocade. Play with scissors often, and you will know when it is cold at night.

Meng Haoran and Zhang Jiang watched the thistle lanterns which were different from the local customs, and replaced the New Year with the old ones. Jimen looked at the wahoo and suspected that it was burned by Candle dragon.

Wei lived alone in the mound house, the mountains and moons were as bright as candles, and the wind and frost moved bamboo. Birds are frightened in the middle of the night, and people leave windows alone.

Zhang Ji drinks Shili's house. The door is open in spring and at night, and the lights and candles are shining. I was drunk, drank a toast and stayed up all night.

It's always messy to suck candles and step on fairy mud in the spring cave of ancient mines. I don't know what Taoist priest it is, with a supernatural scroll in his hand.

Twelve poems written by Quan Deyu in Yutai style. After the empty boudoir put out the candle, Luobo slept alone. Tears are hurting my heart, but I don't know.

And the three halls of Wei Liu have new names: Twenty-one Chants, the moon pool is cold, the bright moon is in the sky, and the crescent moon is beside the pool. If you don't envy Qing Yan, you will become a candle.

Zhang Gong? Untitled Li shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .