Poetry about combing hair 1. Poems about hair
1. The mountains overlap and the gold disappears, and the clouds are fragrant and the cheeks are snowy. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. (Wen Tingjun)
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. (Du Fu)
3. The water attracts the eyes, and the mountains gather the eyebrows. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining. (You may need a sentence)
4. The temples are like dark clouds, and the hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, the cardamom is still fragrant, and it is suspected that the peach blossoms are just beginning to bloom.
5. Rollo is long and short, and the green temples are not low. Long eyebrows and a jade-like face, and a fine gauze on her wrist.
6. Holding the dark clouds and bending the crescent moon; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. stand out. I woke up tired of embroidery. What a good pulse, it dries up before dawn and clings like a willow.
8. Clouds lightly comb cicadas, moths lightly brush spring mountains.
9. The sideburns hold Qingyun to bully indigo, and the eyebrows are like knives.
10. Browse tender willows in early spring; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
1 1. The eyebrows are dizzy and beautiful, and the two crows paint fragrant clouds.
2. What poems describe "hair"
Poems describing "hair" are: 1. "Qiu Puge" Tang Li Bai's white hair is three thousands of feet, and his sorrow is like a long beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. 2. "How low the South Gezi lies in the comb bun" Tang Wenting sleeps in the comb bun, and Lian Juan scans her eyebrows.
I have been thinking about you all day. Tired to death is king, when bloom.
The nameless temple is like a dark cloud, and its hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, cardamom is still fragrant, and it is like the beginning of peach.
4. "Moonlight Night" Don Dufu is far away in Fuzhou. She is watching the moonlight, alone from the bedroom window. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
5. "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Song Sushi's return to a river, a romantic figure through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
1. autumn song translation: white hair is long because of sad mood. I wonder who is the white-haired man in the mirror? Appreciation: Autumn frost is white, representing its white hair. Seemingly repetitive but not repetitive. There is a sad and haggard emotional color that transcends the word "white" of white hair.
"I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really unknown, nor is it because I don't know that I asked "where". These two sentences are not questions, but angry words and bitter words.
Poetic eyes are on the word "de" in the next sentence. Where did you get so worried? The word "de" goes straight to the exclusion and oppression suffered by the poet for half his life; I don't know why I'm worried about my white hair and autumn frost on my temples. I feel it personally! Li Bai has the ambition of "striving for his talents, willing to help him" and the ideal of "making the atlas area big and the sea county clear" (see Dai Shoushan's Answer to Meng Shaofu's Book for details). Despite his repeated setbacks, his ambition is not fade away.
When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties, and his ambition had not been realized. When he was old, he had to suffer doubly. Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a solitary chant of "Three thousands of feet with White Hair" occurred, which made the world's future generations know their grief and indignation, and the legendary sentence is a must.
2. Translation of "How low is the comb bun in the South Geziwo": At this time, the heroine naturally misses her lover more strongly, and it is no wonder that she is "tired for the king". The "haggard" woman's face was once set off by the poet with "flowers", which formed a strong contrast: the beautiful woman's face was haggard day by day by acacia, flower of life withered and withered, and the flowers of nature bloomed everywhere, conveying a vibrant spring.
Appreciation: This poem about love in a boudoir is about the unforgettable thoughts of a boudoir woman for her lover. The words are short and pithy, but the deep and delicate love of women is extremely profound and exciting.
3. Anonymous translation: sideburns are like dark clouds, hands are like pointed bamboo shoots, and cardamom is still fragrant, like the beginning of peach. The sideburns are like dark clouds, the hands are like pointed bamboo shoots, and the "cardamom" is still fragrant, like a peach blossom.
Appreciation: The whole poem describes the state of women's hair and hands in a beautiful style. Expressed the poet's deep affection for his lover.
The moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round tonight. If you miss your wife, you can only watch it alone. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? It is a certain moonlight, let the moonlight dry our tears silently.
Appreciation: The poem is unique, which means that by imagining the scene that his wife misses him, the poet shows his feelings of missing his wife more deeply, and also expresses his desire for a happy reunion after the war has subsided. 5. The translation of Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia: river of no return, the surging waves wash away all the heroes of the ages.
To the west of Laoying, people say it was the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time. Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, full of heroic spirit.
Wearing a nylon scarf, the hand-rocking feather fan was talking and laughing, and the battleship of the strong enemy burned to ashes. Today, I wandered in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature delivery of white hair.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river. Appreciation: On the whole, the word is magnificent in weather, rich in style and singing high into the clouds, and its grand realm is unprecedented.
The whole article is carefully chosen, but it is also lined with harmonious sentences. Handsome generals and young beautiful women set each other off as an interest, and the ideas of lofty sentiments and super-broad feelings overlap and turn, making the village harmonious and straight. Especially for the first time, he created a hero image with unprecedented boldness of vision and artistic strength, revealed the author's feelings of being willing to serve the country and being willing to pay, and opened up a new way to express important social themes with ci, which had great influence.
According to Yu Wenbao's record of blowing swords, some people thought that this word must have been sung by a big man from Kansai with a copper pipa and an iron rake. Although they are limited by traditional ideas, they can't help sneering at the new style of Dongpo's ci, but on the other hand, it also shows that the appearance of this word has really had a deafening impact on the ci circle in the Northern Song Dynasty, where the lingering sound is still prevalent.
3. Poetry related to combing hair
1, get up and comb your hair. Song-Li Qingzhao's "On the Phoenix Stage", I remember playing the flute, which was fragrant and cold. "
2. I am tired of combing my hair at night-Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun, the dust is exhausted"
3, the sun is high and the flowers are lazy to comb their hair songs-Liu Yong's "Nine"
4. Comb your hair with silk-Du Fu's "Xing Xing"
5. Sun Yan didn't comb her hair. Tang-Liu Yuxi's Four Harmony Poems and Three Pavilion Poems
6. Don't comb your hair in January-Du Fu's Three Screens
7. Half-combed White Hall-Du Fu's Three Poems Entering the House (I just moved from Xige to Chi Jia in the spring of the second year of Dali).
8. Comb your hair and take a look at the snow hall-Wang Jian's "Send Uncle Shi"
9. Get up early and comb your hair. Song-Zhou Bangyan's Nanxiangzi Morning Dressing House
4. Ancient poems about hair
When the windows are decorated with clouds and temples, the mirrors are painted yellow (Mulan)
It is so high in the city. Four directions are higher than one night (the source of ancient poetry)
I used not to comb my hair, but it hung over my shoulders and stretched out on Lang's knees. What's not pathetic?
From ancient times to the present, no matter how thick the lines are, there are always too many concerns about the hair that is homophonic with "love". Just look at the verbs that describe combing your hair: pulling, sticking, pulling, and all kinds of hair styles: coiled hair style, Qiu Chan hair style, Wonuo hair style, Fuyun hair style, Feng Fei hair style ... There are so many beautiful names, which record a lot of annoying feelings. No wonder ancient literati advanced and retreated in the mood of "reading Taoist books casually and combing their hair under the crystal curtain". Even if she is as brave as Mulan, she has done a lot in the army on behalf of her father 12 years. The first task when she returns home is to "be a window manager and paint the mirror yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women. When their lover leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and let him take it away. Moreover, after parting from you, they gave up on themselves spontaneously: "Since my uncle's east, it's like flying into the sky;" Without ointment, who is suitable for it? "People who like themselves are not around, even their hair is messy, and they are too lazy to comb.
5. Poems about "hair"
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long. I wonder where to look for autumn frost in the mirror.
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan Shenlang's knee, where is it not pitiful?
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb.
Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
Endless desire
A wisp of cloud, a wisp of jade, a thin shirt and a pair of light snails.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun.
If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
Pusaman
Make a thousand wishes before the pillow, waiting for the green hills to rot. Fish scales floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely.
During the day, Beidou returns to the south and cannot rest. It will clear up after midnight.
6. Poems about combs
246 volumes. Partridge field title: "Song Ci" Author: Lv Shengji wearing brocade on a cold night in spring.
The courtyard has long been full of flowers. The golden combs are all played, and Cui Hua is curly.
Letters seldom come after people leave. Equivalent exponential recurrence period.
There happened to be someone in front of the door. How could the magpie know? Volume 246. Zhegutian Title: "Song Ci" Author: Lu Sheng's Heart and Thrush.
Loose cicada wings and low clouds. Double comb with ivory white teeth and small comb with camel bone red stripes.
Night banquet, shallow and deep cup. I dare not go down the stairs.
Xu Niang blames me for being lazy today, and I am not as good as Lu Lang when I was young. The comb complained about Song Cao's appointment, and it didn't rain until dusk.
A thousand silks a day, just worrying about the loom. Worry until the clouds become curtains and the little rain falls.
The sad face turns rosy clouds, and the rain brings flowers to the court. Fold flowers and worry about rain, protect flowers.
Bees and butterflies like bonuses, but their hearts should be different.
7. Ancient poems describing hair
Poems about hair
1, her dark hair smells like mist, and her shoulders are cold. -Du Fu
2, hair combed thousands of times, fine lines. Raising young cranes makes the seeds high and loose. Baishi stayed up all night, and the cold spring was exhausted. Never leave the hiding place where the world meets. -Tang Jiadao's Taoist in the Mountain
3, the jade piano is not completely played, and the phoenix bun is off.
4. The lone minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
5, holding Qingyun to bully indigo, eyebrows like a knife.
6, holding dark clouds, eyebrows bent crescent; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. The temples are like dark clouds, and the hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, the cardamom is still fragrant, and it is suspected that the peach blossoms are just beginning to bloom.
8, the eyebrows sweep the tender willows in early spring; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
9. Weng Cong's wife in Qi Mei is also very virtuous. My sister-in-law has a beautiful face. The hair is messy and the bun is biased. Love stands at the helm. -Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
10, striking. I woke up tired of embroidery. What a good pulse, it dries up before dawn and clings like a willow.
8. Ancient poems about hair
Li Bai's Qiu Ge
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Don't be idle, you are white-headed and sad.
-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
Jade pot and green silk, it is too late to sell wine.
-Li Bai's "Unequal Wine"
Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! !
-Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
The spring breeze upstairs is going to rest. Who can look at the sad hair in the mirror?
-Li Bai's "Yi Dao"
Apes have white hair, both long and short.
-Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
In those days, the spirit was uneven and the white hair was like silk.
-Li Bai's "There is respect for wine before two songs"
Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.
-Li Bai's "Chivalry"
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.
-Li Shangyin "Untitled"
The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .
-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
-Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"
Baoji wears loose lead and light makeup.
Red mist's hood is light and her hair is uncertain.
It's better to see love than to meet each other.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the wine wakes up slightly. May the moon be quiet.
-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Zhu Jiang with white hair and jade bridge is used to watch the spring breeze of the moon in autumn.
-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian"
The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself.
-Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden
When the window is decorated with clouds and temples, the mirror is painted yellow.
-Mulan words
"The hair clasp wants to slip, and the bun is slightly off, but I am looking for cream powder."
The clouds are curled up in a bun, and the autumn is crisp and eye-catching. "
Learning to draw a pair of moths is unsuccessful, and the temples are blue. "
. . . . .. the above is taken from Zhou Zizhi's Ci.
Beauty bath, green swamp lotus.
Double bun like jade, Su E glow light green.
Elegant and elegant, leisurely and comfortable, snow reflects gold.
The water splashed blue silk beads intermittently, crisp and fragrant.
. . . . . . . . Visit Jinmen (Yanxuan)
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan's knee is not poor either.
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb. Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
The Book of Songs says: "Curly as a cloud, disdainful. "Curly hair" means thick black hair and "Curly hair" means bun. This ancient poem praised thick black hair as a dark cloud in the sky. With such dark hair, I'm too lazy to use a fake bun. Later generations often refer to women's hair as dark clouds, such as the word "dark clouds are high".
The ancients often praised women's hair as "curly hair". For example, "Twenty-eight Years of Zuo Gong" said: "Once upon a time, there was a woman who was black and beautiful, and the light could be used as a mirror. Her name was Xuan Wife." "Taiping Magnolia" records that "it's pleasing to see (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) his (Wei Zifu's) temple". As soon as Wei Zifu's hair opened, it shone like a black waterfall, which immediately attracted the young Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. (It is said that Liang Wudi was worried about having no offspring at that time, so he paid more attention to some Taoist viewpoints, such as thick hair, vigorous qi and blood, vigorous qi and blood, longer life and more children. "Biography of the Empress Shen" and "Biography" recorded: "The hair is seven feet long, and it is like paint, and its light can be discerned." Another example is "Seven Discrimination of Selected Works of Zhao Ming": "Curly hair can be learned." "Juan" and "Xuan" are both words praising blackening. And the hair shines like a bronze mirror, which is amazing.
9. Collect some poetic sentences about combs ~ ~
Zhegutian (Song) Lv Shengji
A cold spring night soaked the brocade. The courtyard has long been full of flowers. The golden combs are all played, and Cui Hua is curly. Letters seldom come after people leave. Equivalent exponential recurrence period. There happened to be someone in front of the door. How could the magpie know?
Zhegutian (Song) Lv Shengji
Ririlouxin and thrush. Loose cicada wings and low clouds. Double comb with ivory white teeth and small comb with camel bone red stripes. Night banquet, shallow and deep cup. I dare not go down the stairs. Xu Niang blames me for being lazy today, and I am not as good as Lu Lang when I was young.
Give my jade comb to my wife (Yuan) Yao Sui.
Xiang Hui Yu Er Yao Chai Feng. Dragonflies with wings can move. New cosmetics must be combed with water. What is wrong with humanized autumn wind? What harm can a man have without jade? Youdes is cute. Shame is not complete. Listen to next year's grand event. ?
(Song) Su Shi
Spring is more beautiful after the rain. Only by leaving people can hatred be washed away. Beigushan is surrounded by water on three sides. Biqiong combs her hair in a green bun. Wan Li got a rural book. Ask me which year, no problem. White heads are drunk for spring. Answer straight shed a thousand tears.
The breeze between your fingers cuts the moss, when can we meet only in our dreams?
Fingers brushed the hair, staring at you, knowing who it is.
Sweep the moth's eyebrows at the painter and tie the moss into a concentric bun.
Ten-mile Pinghu frost fills the green silk inch, worrying about the country and the people, looking across the moon, admiring only Yuanyang but not immortals.
Flowers from Shui Piao to the water, talk about sorrow lightly, warm spring and autumn frost pity people's sleeves, and the full moon and half a string are like hooks.
Hair is soft around fingers, and hair combs clouds.
Langxin lightly thrush, beauty lips.
Affectionate, light heart.
Put away your wings, come to earth, and protect your love for life.
Love, holding feelings, let the wind and rain falter, you and I are stronger than gold!