Pinyin: dēngguāng
Word group:
Dim light, dazzling light, weak light, dot light, bright light, swaying light.
Sparkling light, stage lighting,
The meaning of the word "light" in "Chinese Dictionary" is explained and explained
The luminosity of the light.
Poetry containing the word "light"
"The Rumored Jade Girl" (Wang Yuanliang)
It is a romantic affair, who will I enjoy it with tonight. The flower house on the platform is dusty. All the luxury is gone, only the green hills are like Luo. Qiantang remains the same, with ebb and flow. Thousands of lights, dancing and singing. Yumei lost weight and hated Donghuang for his poor life. Zhaojun shed tears and picked up the pipa string. Chatting about separation and sorrow, painting the corner of mourning in the building.
"View of the Small Bridge on the Qingyin River at Night" (Qian Zhongshu), thousands of lights capture the moonlight, and a bow of clouds hangs dimly on the bank. No need to wash away the dew and wind, so that I don’t have to bow my head and think about my hometown.
"On the fifteenth night of the Holy Anniversary Ceremony, the lanterns were followed by the banquet" (Wang Wei)
The road was full of music and songs, and the spring city was full of inscriptions. There are many tourists for many days, and the bright moon makes the light shine. The fish key leads to the flying phoenix, and the dragon's father creates the seal. Jiuqu Chen Guangle, Baifu is famous and fragrant. When immortals come to the Golden Palace, people gather around the Jade Hall. You should definitely steal the wonderful dance and learn new makeup from now on. There are three things to welcome, and the master of ceremonies is everywhere. May the longevity of heaven and earth be dedicated to the king.
"Thousand Years Old" (Li Zhiyi)
Don't complain about the torture. Look at the Luo scarf blood. Diligence and words last year after year. The flowers in the courtyard are looking at melancholy, and the rain on the eaves is sobbing together. Bright and half extinguished. There are as many lights as the moon every night. No more injuries or absences. ***Keep ice cream clean. Keep dreaming, rest now. Take back the wadding on the book and untie the knot on your brow. Still not finished. There should be snow where the golden emblem is spread.
"Thousand Years Old" (Li Zhiyi)
Don't complain about the torture, just watch the blood drawn from the scarf. Diligence and words last year after year. The flowers in the garden look sadly, and the rain on the eaves sobs. The light is half extinguished, and the lights are as numerous as the moon every night. Farewell without injury, keep the ice and frost clean. Keep dreaming, rest now. Take back the wadding on the book and untie the knot on your brow. It is still not gone, and there should be snow wherever the golden emblem spreads.
"Autumn Evening" (Liu Jia)
I sing under the lamp, the light is colder than water. The soul of the country sat there, leaning against the wall as if dead. Ask for the name of flesh and blood, flesh and blood for more than ten thousand miles. When was the wealth and honor, this is the farewell now. I went out and sighed, the moon was white and the west wind was blowing.
"Dian Lips" (Lv Wei Lao)
With handsome eyes and sharp heart, he looks forward to someone who is riding a luan. Too much sorrow and resentment. Only light can be seen. Seeing Chongxiu, the river Hanming is blocked. Deep courtyard. The wind is blowing. Rubbed Shuangluo Yan.
"Miscellaneous Songs" (Xu Ling)
The beauty of the city has no spouse. The bridal chamber and the pavilion are still full of worries. The Yuanyang Hall was originally built in the palace. For whom the Phoenix Tower was built? Green, black and red hair. Thousands of tender thoughts and endless love. The sleeves of the dancing shirt are better than the spring breeze. The singing fan is like the autumn moon in the window. The jasper palace prostitute Zi Pianyan. Jiangshu Xinsheng is the most pitiful. Zhang Xingjiu was on the Tianhe River. It turned out that Zhang's surname was Ben Liantian. Don’t worry about it in twenty-eight years. Whoever is favored next to you will be jealous. The beginning of spring is a new day. The bottom of the spring flag of the first month must be old. A sachet is hung on the brocade tent with tassels. Woven into Luoporo to hide the lights. Amber pillows should only be kept privately. Ming Ming comes to the coral bed.
"He Zheng Yu presented Twenty Rhymes to the Prince of Ruyang's Sun Family Zheng Prostitute" (Li Shangyin)
Bing Wu has no regrets, but Qin Sijiao has never stopped. The mist is high in the cold sky, and the day is ten thousand miles away. The blue peaks are full of sorrow, and the lush greenery leans on each other from a distance. The Qian sleeves hold a beautiful figure, and the bright red sun rises. The lonely ape is quiet, the west wind blows the white peony. Looking back at the deep blue sky, the female Luo is a ghost in the mountains. The white scales are broken in the deserted suburbs, and the clear clouds are leaving the lake. The long bridge presses the middle of the river, and the white road reaches the end of the ground. The people of Qin used to be wealthy, and they could hear wonderful messages through green windows. The wild geese fly away from their backs in shock, like a bed in their hometown. Because of the order of fifty silks, the middle road was divided into palaces. Dou Su is matched with a new voice, and Di's nephew only has slender fingers. On the windy embankment, I look sadly at the white gate. The beetles are full of female strings, and the light is as cold as water. Qiang Guan promoted the barbarian pillars and drunken the ears of Wu Gong. A man who does not raise his eyebrows is like a king to Xizi. The first flowers are miserably exposed to the morning dew, and the cold arms are desolate. Giving away money in one song is far better than being good at death. The jade bricks hold red orchid, and the makeup windows are decorated with blue. There are nine gates and twelve gates, and peaches and plums are forbidden in the early morning.
"Shangyuan Yexiao Yu Ti" (Gao Jin)
On the third or fifth night of the first year of my life, I got to know one or two people. The company left the alley and flew down to the pond. The light is just like the moon, and the human face is like spring. The journey is not over yet, we are waiting for the sun.