Ancient mirror poems

1. The poem "Broken Mirror" related to the mirror Time: Tang Author: Du Mujiaren missed the mirror at first, when can we meet again? At present, the autumn wind rises in Wan Li, and there are clouds in the north and south. Age of the mirror: Tang Author: Luo wrote that there is no fragrance in the moon, but flowers in the sun. Don't thank water with light, learn ice with shadows. Looking in the mirror: Tang Author: There is a mirror hanging in the brothel, which makes you sad. How long can you live with such white hair? The autumn wind goes down the mountain road, and the bright moon is in spring. Sigh that your kindness is incredible. Beads are facing each other. I am often afraid that you can't see them, so I will clear the number in the box. I will humbly hide the dust. As soon as the sleeves were brushed, jade was born on the stage. Ancient mirror age: Tang Author: Shen Quanqi raspberry moss pool, frogs eat the bright moon. I've been buried until now, and I haven't rested. I am willing to erase my elegance and learn from you. In Qin Jing's era, the exterior and interior were empty and bright. But when you see people's courage to peep, you will win a response. You can know beauty, but where can you escape? Faint mirror language: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi is not a dollar, he is indifferent to his own crystal. He deluded himself that if he were Kagami Akira, the defects would be invisible and the glory would be born at will. He takes four or five photos a day and says he is beautiful. He wears tattoos and boxes with Joan. When we met in the bright moonlight, the spring breeze suddenly left a shadow, which was difficult to rely on during the day. Pearl powder does not bear flowers, but jade is moist and bright. The heart is invisible and won't last long. Fahua deceives people and bronze turns into a ghost. Lovers return to their grandchildren, willing to learn from evil peaches and plums. Yao box is like a cloud, jade water hides a shadow. If a servant doesn't send a photo, he will be afraid of learning to die alone. Ancient Mirror Song Dynasty: The author and his wife in Tang Dynasty danced on raspberries and moss. I don't know who the lonely light Lord is if they want to talk to the high platform. Broken mirror year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin jade box is not clear, scattered month lost. After the pheasant was filmed in Qintai, it was time to dance solo. Chronology of Ancient Mirror: Tang Author: Where is the bright moon? It is hazy in people's environment. It's unique that it's not made of Xuanyuan sword. Yao Xiang opens the sunrise. It makes my guts cold. Suddenly, I was shocked to go deep and quiet, and my face fell into the well in September. The sky is in my hands, and I am bright and clear. I don't have to carry evil spirits, but Jinsha shines brightly. I am afraid that I will sing a sad dragon and fly away in an instant. Square mirror era: Tang Author: Jia Dao cut his nose like a knife on his back, and his face seemed to rise to the bottom of the ravine. After autumn in the south of Tongquetai, take photos, take photos. Embrace idle windows, but be afraid of bright. Ancient Mirror Times Text: Tang Author: Guan Xiu I have a mirror, which is as new as the autumn moon. It's just golden cream at the top and a dragon hole at the bottom. If you don't want to drive, ugly people will be unhappy. Or ask the Millennium. The objects in Xuanyuan's hand. Mirror Poetry Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Yu Xin "Jade Box Talk about Opening the Mirror". Light ash temporarily wipes the dust. Light is like a piece of water. Shadows shine on people on both sides. The moon was born without laurel trees. Bloom is not in spring. Try hanging bamboo in Huainan. You can see your neighbors. Age of looking in the mirror: Song Author: Still looking at the shadow in the mirror, but the shadow in the mirror is still there. Ask Byakki Smoker, but where is it? The moon's eyes are shifting. Dirty mud can be cured, but heart dust can't be cured. If the cloud grinds, a hundred schools of thought contend. The age of the ancient round mirror: Song Author: Gu Fengcui stripped the bronze face, and the years went deep, but his hands were light. It seems to be teaching hidden beauty and evil, but he doesn't want to make a big distinction. The drizzle waves are heartbreaking, and the clouds go away at the end of the month. If there is no point, who will take care of the previous life? Golden Mirror Age: Song Author: Lou will lead the way today. Cherish the teacher's success and stay with this mountain. Give a long time: Tang Author: Lu Guimeng lotus mirror, but you are still lazy to look at your heart. I am a thin-waisted person, so don't be easy. After you go out, I won't play with clouds and pipes. My thoughts are as cold as spring water, and I have been looking forward to your warmth. I see you in my heart, but my dream is short. I can't bear to sit in the west wind and cry at the autumn window. Don't go to Yutai in Huatang. Taking the mirror as a farewell contract Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's ci is like the bright moon, and I know it is better than the bright moon. The bright moon is not nameless, but there is always light in the jade box. When the moon breaks, it will never stop. I am ashamed of my ugly face and walk around with snow on my temples. It is better to give it to a teenager and shine it on his hair again. Because you have traveled thousands of miles, this will be a farewell. There is no hibiscus in autumn water. I haven't opened the box for many years, and the surface is plated with bronze. Today, when I wipe it off, I look haggard. Look at myself. I was depressed when I took pictures, and there were two dragons on my back. Tang Author: Bai Juyi white silk temples bright bronze mirror. How can I hide deeper? You won't believe it in real life. Yang Ning, the school bookkeeper, bid farewell to this year of poetry with an ancient mirror. I want to tie a knot in my hand. I hope the third five-year plan is perfect. The dragon will hide in the mirror. Author: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhao Luan mirror makes no sense, moths can't bear to look. I don't know how to worry, but I can't see it. That's just a change of beauty, and it's unnatural. Now I look at the jade box and tears fall down. Stone mirror age: Tang author:

2. What are the ancient poems about "mirror"? 1, Farewell to the Mirror

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

People's words are like the bright moon, and my words are better than the bright moon.

The bright moon is not unknown, it is missing twelve times a year.

Is it as clear as water as a jade box?

When the moon is dark, it is round and bright.

I am ashamed and ugly, and my temples are covered with snow.

It is better to give it to a teenager and give her hair back.

Because you have traveled thousands of miles, this will be a farewell to you.

2. "Qiupu Song, Episode 15"

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai.

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

3. "Li Yang sent Yao He"

Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao

Wei Du used to be familiar with the city, but Caizizhai stopped berthing.

On the last day, Populus davidiana hung a purple stranger, and when he returned, white grass caught the Yellow River.

New poems are not sung for thousands of times, and ancient mirrors are polished several times.

The melancholy mind glides in Taipei, full of strong wine and sadness.

4. Broken mirror

Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin

The jade box is not clear, and the diamond flowers are scattered on the moon.

After Qin Tai took a look at the pheasant, it was the time to dance alone.

Step 5 look in the mirror

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Bright bronze mirror with white silk legs.

I don't believe you can hide the year deeper.

3. What are the poems about mirrors?

Date: Tang Author:

The mirror is like a bright moon, coming from Qin Gong.

Hidden dragon, pearl to pearl.

I'm often afraid that if you don't comply, the Committee in the box will know.

Accumulation covers ling Hua, humility covers dust.

Munro's sleeve blows, and the jade stage is lighted.

Recite the mirror

Year: Tang Author: Luo

There is no fragrance in the moon, but flowers in the day.

If you don't appreciate water lightly, you will learn ice.

Recite the mirror

Year: Tang Author: Yao He

Cast it as a mirror to keep out dust, and hang a jade platform in front of the jade window.

Embroidered ribbons * * * beg for the dragon's mouth, and rhombic flowers struggle to open in the box.

Lonely light is common in Luan trace, and parting is also due to magpie shadow.

It is better for you to thank your daughter. Chang 'e flew to the Jade Palace.

Ancient mirror

Year: Tang Author: Shen Quanqi

Berry moss clears the pool, and frogs eat the bright moon.

I haven't rested since I was buried.

I would like to erase my kindness and learn from you.

Ancient mirror

Year: Tang author:

Purple jade mirror toad word, fell to the ground for thousands of years.

The hair box is cold, and the sunshine on the platform is sad.

The window of Haidushan has been combed for several times. Who can see bloom of Ling?

The wild old man once plowed the white star, and the fox crowed at night.

The bronze of Xiaguo is worn and turned into bone.

I will wait for the wind and rain, I am afraid that raspberry moss will erode the bright moon.

Poetry in the mirror

Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Yu Xin

The jade box chats and opens the mirror, and the faint ash temporarily erases the dust.

Light is like a piece of water, shining on people on both sides.

When the moon rises without laurel, bloom does not pursue spring.

Try hanging Huainan bamboo and you can see your neighbors.

4. The poem about hell is as follows, which I hope to adopt:

Tang Yin's last poem

It's okay to live in death and die in hell.

Dead people are almost the same as dead people, so you should only wander in a foreign land.

Hellscream Author: Shi Zun Shi

There is no other way for the Three Realms. Everything is created by idealism. So, it's because day and night, when you are diligent.

I think of all kinds of evils in my heart, and I will put them out as soon as I save them. The heart should be kind and treat it as a treasure.

Although you did something bad for a short time, you will suffer for a long time in the future. Be kind to Bodhi and always prove that you are happy.

View of Hell Author: Guan Xiu

I'm not a sword pavilion, there are trees that are difficult to climb. The bergamot can't cover it, and his heart seems idle.

Zhou Wang should not be snowed, why should it be white? The sky is full of fingers, and the world is boundless.

Poetry—

Fish lamp evokes souls to open the underworld, and crystal lamp shines on secluded households every night. -Gu Jingci (compound sentence) Author: Liu Ji

Once you go to hell. It should be hard to teach tears in white. -Yu Jiaao Author: Fan Qi

Heaven and hell, good and evil are born from the heart, and death and chaos come first. -God can give it to Zhang Jiulang. Author: Tan Chuduan

Seven souls are destined to return to hell. Three souls leave the sky. -Swiss partridge in Wang Zhe.

5. What are the poems about lilac knots? 1 1 Drunk Flowers and Stars Before Independence Feng Yansi

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. On behalf of a gift, Li Shangyin wants to leave at dusk upstairs.

Build by laying bricks or stones around the grass to rest, and learn to worry about lilac knots. 1 1 "The magpie stepped into the autumn and the banana wind split" Feng Yansi

Albizia julibrissin didn't check the lilac knot, so she had to go to the candle room sadly. 1 1 "Untitled, false words turn into doubts and hurt" money

How brave, the sword is a lilac knot. 1 1 "I don't care, people with lofty ideals sigh with water" Tan Sitong

In order to untie the lilac knot, Yin Zhuo released branches in spring. 1 1. Working in a Hospital by Wang Anshi

Xiao Xuan is worried about lilac knots, and nutmeg tips are born in spring. 1 1 "Spring in the Small Garden" Lu You

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. Li Shangyin, the Head of "Two Rites"

From hate to lilac knot, a few degrees of spring are deep and nutmeg. 1 1 "Partridge and Love" Li Lv

The east wind blew away last year's troubles and liberated the lilac knot. 1 1 "Good things are near, and there are warblers at the bottom of flowers" Liu Han

Advocate that all leaves are safe, accompanied by lilacs. 1 1. "Living in a secluded place, the chord tube is deep, and the painting building is deep".

Soft strips don't learn lilac knots, and dwarf trees still participate in jasmine planting. 1 1 Cheng Gai of Gu Gu Dong Feng Lengthens Laomeitai

Diligently untie lilac knots, spread branches and spread spring. 1 1 "Lilac, Mo Wen, an idle man on the river" Lu Guimeng

High back, lilacs like a dream, flowing water gurgling. 1 1. Zhang Bi's "Traveling through the old days, temporarily going to Gao Tang Xiao and returning"

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6. What are the poems about "Xia Hong"? 1, the morning glow is all over the sky, and no birds enter Wu. Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever. -From Li Bai's "A Song of Lushan Mountain" to "The Imperial History of Lu Xuzhou" in the Tang Dynasty.

Vernacular interpretation: Cui Yun and Xia Hong are in the morning sun, birds can't fly, but Wu Tianguang is long. Climbing high and looking far, the world is spectacular, and the river flows east, which is gone forever.

2, the stars rotten Oriental patent, Xia Hong slightly out of the southeast, and Lv Lang hitchhiking on the spot. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li He's Sitting at Night

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In a trance, the morning star rises from the east, and after the splendor, the sky reveals a touch of red sunrise. I can't forget this scene. It was the time when you got on the horse and said goodbye to me.

3. The blue curtain is a wisp of red. At night, the branches crow and the cold smoke is thick. Xiaolou is worried about painting East. At dusk, there was a flute and a Yun Lan wind. -From the Song Dynasty: Chen Liang's Xiao Zhongshan's pen, Xia Mu Hong Yi.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the silky rosy clouds in the blue sky are stained with a touch of brilliant red. On the branches of Sophora japonica, birds call friends, and the cold smoke is getting thicker and thicker. I leaned against the painting column, worried about the east of Xiao Lou. The moonlight is sad and hazy, and through the blue clouds, waves of sad flutes float in the evening breeze.

Hai Xia is red and green, with mountains and smoke. The scenery of the old capital is prosperous. Draw a halberd at the gate of the bridge, facing the panoramic view and leaning against the golden pagoda. Lotus pond, willow pavilion, Hongqiao reflection, blue boat flying, tourists gathering and dispersing, in a lake. -From the Song Dynasty: Liu Yong's Early Mei Fang Haixia Red.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the morning glow reflects the red West Lake, and the green hills are shrouded in clouds. Hangzhou is a beautiful and prosperous place. There are many halberds painted on the left and right sides of the gate of the bridge building, facing the neatly arranged vast and orderly market, and the gold color contrasts with the turret. Water-side lotus leaf water chestnuts, willow catkins floating in Tingzhou, arch bridges reflecting the water, boats moving fast, and tourists gathered in one lake and one mountain.

5, the sky is blue, dyed in autumn. The dragon in Aodai Snow Mountain stung, and the wind soon blew to the sea. Counting the little lights, the sky is red and wet. Bai Niao has a straight sail and listens to the night flute across the river. -From the Song Dynasty: Zhou Mi's "Watching the Tao on the West Five Mountains in Wen Que"

Interpretation of the vernacular: the sky is blue and the water is clear, dyed into a clear autumn scenery. The tide of the river is like a snowy mountain carried by a turtle, and it is like a sleeping dragon waking up from a dream. The strong wind lifted the sea as if a wall had been erected.

Some green hills in the distance are like a bun on a beauty's head, filled with fog and green. The faint Xia Hong is like a newly woven tulle, with a surging tide splashing wet. On the horizon, Bai Niao sails and sails, and at night, melodious flute sounds come from the other side of the river.