A poem about purple sand

1. What are the poems about purple clay pots?

Since the Song Dynasty, many literati have written poems praising purple clay pots. According to the information I have found, if Ouyang Xiu is not the first person in the Northern Song Dynasty, he is at least at the forefront! Here I record a seven-rhyme song called "He Mei Gong Yi Chang Cha" to share with my brother.

The drums in the mountains and rivers are beating to help the thunder, and the dawn buds are growing green stems. The two flags are fragrant and lovely when picked, and the two phoenixes that come as tribute are particularly exquisite. The cold invades the diseased bones and makes me sleepy. The flowers fall and the spring sorrow remains unresolved. I like the sound of Zi Ou chanting and drinking it, and I admire you for being cool and unrestrained.

In addition, Su Dongpo, Mei Yaochen, Mi Fu, Huang Tingjian and others as well as the Southern Song, Ming and Qing dynasties all wrote a large number of related poems; couplets, chromium sentences, etc. were engraved on the body of the teapot. Not listed here. 2. What are the poems related to the "Purple Clay Pot"

1. When the moon is full, the pot lights up with bright lights, and I go to Duanmen hand in hand with Lang. ——"Partridge Sky·The moon is full and the pot is brightly lit"

2. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, and a heart of ice is in the jade pot. ——"Farewell to Xin Jian in the Furong Tower"

3. Don't rush the jade leaky silver pot, the iron gate and the golden lock are clear and open. ——"One of the Six Poems of Shangyuan Night"

4. The geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and the guests are carrying pots on the green. ——"Climbing the Heights Together in Nine Days"

5. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. ——"Drinking Alone under the Moon"

1. Partridge Sky·The moon is full, the pot is shining with bright lights, Anonymous

The moon is full, the pot is shining with bright lights, hand in hand with the man to Duanmen. I was greedy to see the cranes playing and singing, but I didn't realize that the mandarin ducks had lost their flock.

As the day dawns, I am grateful for the emperor’s kindness. Propaganda is given to drink cups of wine. When I return home, I am afraid that I will be scolded by my aunt and steal the gold cup as a proof.

2. Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower Wang Changling

Entering Wu in the cold and rainy night, I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright light.

Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot.

3. One of the six poems of Shangyuan Night: Cui Ye

Don’t rush the jade leaky silver pot, the iron gate and the golden lock are clear and open.

Who can sit around and watch the moon? Where can I hear the light but not see it?

4. Climb high in Qi'an in nine days by Du Mu

The geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and they carry pots with guests on the green micro.

It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.

But you will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and you don’t have to come to hate the sunset.

This has been the case throughout the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

5. Drinking alone under the moon, Li Bai

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.

For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic.

They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. 3. Beautiful sentences describing "the appearance of the purple clay teapot"

1. After the rough embryo is quenched, the handle appears majestic. It looks like mud is made of bones, but when struck, there is a sound of gold and jade.

2. The purple clay teapot is simple in shape, simple in color, elegant and elegant. Use it to make tea. The longer it is used, the warmer the slurry on the body of the pot will be, and the more mellow and fragrant the tea will be.

3. The beauty of the purple clay pot lies in its perfect integration of pot mud, pot color, pot shape, pot style, pot seal, inscription, painting, calligraphy, sculpture and engraving. < /p>

5. With the sincerity of the clay pot, people will abandon hypocrisy and resist corruption, which can make their spirit noble and their soul sublimated. Sincerity, kindness, selfless integrity, simple compassion and many other virtues are the most valuable qualities of sincerity.

6. The sand pot is not like that, it is an immortal thing that will live forever for thousands of years; it is compatible with water and fire, so there is no need to worry about corrosion; it is suitable for both cold and warm, and does not pick its owner and does not dislike rich or poor; it does not change and adapts to all changes, no matter what. No matter when and where it is, no matter how far away it is, even if it is forgotten and thrown into the ground for thousands of years, its identity and sincerity cannot be changed.

7. The clay pot becomes newer, brighter and moister with use, and becomes more glorious with time; it becomes more calm, simple, vigorous and spiritual after thousands of years.

8. At that time, you looked at the pot with peace of mind. Even if you were familiar with the pot and held it a thousand times, you would never get tired of it. You would look at the smoothness of your skin, see the inner meaning in your muscles, and count each particle. Different grains of sand, the long-lasting fragrance of kissing, feel the essence of purity and sincerity. 4. What are the poems related to the "Purple Clay Pot"?

When the moon is full, the pot shines with bright lights, and I go to Duanmen hand in hand with Lang.

——"Partridge Sky·Full Moon, Peng Hu and Brilliant Lamp" Relatives and friends in Luoyang are asking each other, and their hearts are filled with ice in the jade pot. ——"Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Tower" Don't rush the jade leaky silver pot, the iron gate and the golden lock are clearly open.

——"Six Poems on the Night of the Yuan Dynasty·One" The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and they are carrying pots with guests on the Cuiwei. ——"Climbing the Heights Together in Nine Days" A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

——"Drinking Alone under the Moon" 1. Partridge Sky·Full Moon, Peng Hu and Brilliant Lamp. Anonymous, Full Moon, Peng Hu and Brilliant Lamp, walked hand in hand with Lang to Duanmen.

I was greedy to see the cranes playing and singing, but I didn't realize that the mandarin ducks had lost their flock.

As the day dawns, I am grateful for the emperor’s kindness. Propaganda is given to drink cups of wine.

When I return home, I am afraid that I will be scolded by my aunt and steal the gold cup as proof. 2. Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower. Wang Changling came to Wu on a cold and rainy night, and saw off his guest Chu Shangu in the morning.

Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot. 3. Six poems on the night of Shangyuan · One: Cuiye jade leaks the silver pot, don't rush it, the iron gate and the golden lock are clear and open.

Who can sit around and watch the moon? Where can I hear the light but not see it? 4. Climb high in Qi'an on the 9th. Du Mujianghan's autumn geese are flying for the first time, and they carry pots with guests on the green Wei. It's rare to smile in this world, and I will return with my head full of chrysanthemums.

But you will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and you don’t have to come to hate the sunset. This has been the case throughout the ages. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

5. Drinking alone under the moon Li Bai had a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic. They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. 5. What are the poems praising "Xi Shi Zisha Tea Pot"

1. The fragrance of tea in the autumn moon is eternal, and the Zisha bamboo forest is full of affection.

2. I like the music of Zi Ou and drink it. I admire you for being free and unrestrained.

3. The light waves rise, the fragrance produces jade dust, and the snow splashes into purple circles.

1. "I am happy to sing the purple pot and drink it, and I admire you for being unrestrained and unrestrained." Source: Ouyang Xiu's "Tasting Tea with Mei Gongyi".

Definition: I recite to you happily and taste the tea brewed in the purple clay pot together, envying your chicness and lingering affection.

2. Introduction to Ouyang Xiu:

(1) Ouyang Xiu (1007-1072), courtesy name Yongshu, nicknamed Zuiweng and Liuyi layman.

(2) Representative works: "The Drunkard's Pavilion", "Ode to the Sound of Autumn", and participated in the compilation of "New Book of Tang" and "History of the Five Dynasties".

3. "The light waves rise, the fragrance produces jade dust, and the snow splashes into purple circles" Source: Mi Fu's "Man Ting Fang"

Definition: The spring water is heated, generating waves, and grinding them The crushed tea leaves produce aroma that wafts out of the purple clay pot.

4. Introduction to Mi Fu:

(1) Mi Fu (1051-1107), a calligrapher, painter and theorist of calligraphy and painting in the Northern Song Dynasty.

(2) Representative works: "Partridge Sky·Manlong Life", "Fishermen's Proud·Golden Mountain" 6. Poems about praising teapots

1. My teapot

Author: Anonymous

You can also purify your mind by taking a sip.

Hearing the clear sound of the spring can purify your heart.

Smell it, it has the sweetness of spring morning dew,

You can also have a pure heart, it is light green and transparent,

Where can it be so clear? It’s okay to be pure in heart,

The mist in your heart is the blur of the mountain air day and night.

The heart can also be clear, the strings of the piano are vibrating,

Who is plucking the cold strings?

2. Inkstand - Teapot

Author: Anonymous

Writes about two kinds of people, ordinary appearance,

elusive With his bad temper, no one wants to get close to him.

People follow the ancient saying that the ink is near and the black is black. Ink is his hard work,

Knowledge is his crystallization. Until one day when he vomited completely,

he passed away silently. His appearance, like mutton-fat white jade,

was without a trace of edges and corners, which won people's admiration.

From then on, he rose to great heights. When pretending to be a bribe,

he knew what he was doing. When serving others,

he was always confused. It seems that the stomach is full,

There is always a lot of ordinary truth hanging on the lips, like water.

3. Teapot

Author: Anonymous

My sorrow

is a small and exquisite teapot

Teapot Puff under the sky - Puff

Yesterday

The mist lingered

Today

The sky is clear

4. The Time of a Pot of Tea

Author: Anonymous

Make a pot of tea and taste it alone.

There is no sadness in the look in the eyes,

The mood is so cheerful and comfortable.

Drinking tea and looking out the window,

The scenery is completely different.

No matter it is raining or sunny,

The years are so ordinary.

I understand that the time spent with a pot of tea

is colorful and fragrant,

but it will be dull and short-lived, because life is like this.

5. Teapot

Author: Mao Hong

For the whole afternoon, I faced the teapot

As silent as a tea leaf in the water< /p>

There is also red original soup

Once upon a time, in the ancient river

In the courtyard, teapots were served

Too much smell, from Qingming Festival

Cheongsam and oil-paper umbrella;

From under the ancient bridge

The endless flow of boats

Too much inspiration, too much poetry< /p>