1. Poems about twilight
Poems about twilight 1. Poems describing the beauty’s twilight
1. "Zhu Yingtai is near and the spring is coming" Qing Dynasty Dai Zenglian
We also know that spring comes sometimes, and spring comes as before. I'm afraid it's just that beauty is getting old.
Translation: I also know that spring will come, and youth will still come. The fear is that those who have made a difference will gradually grow old.
2. "An Inch of Gold? Lotus" by Peng Sunxuan in the Qing Dynasty
I am looking forward to harvesting flowers across the river, looking forward to a good time, but the beauty is late. Complaints of lovesickness, hatred and ruthlessness, dreams of breaking the road to Xizhou.
Translation: I am about to pick something after meeting, looking forward to meeting each other, but people are getting older. It tells about the pain of lovesickness, only hatred but no affection, and dreams come true on Xizhou Road.
3. "Eight Poems of Autumn Embrace and the Original Rhyme of Qiu Xiangen Gongbu Part 6" by Xu Nanying, Qing Dynasty
The curtains are rolling in the west wind and the sun is setting, and the beauty is late and across the horizon.
Translation: The door curtain is rolled up and a strong wind blows, and the afterglow of the setting sun slants down, and people across the world are gradually getting older.
4. "Autumn Night" by Miao Xuan, Qing Dynasty
The silk tung sky caresses the sound of the knowledge, and the beautiful woman mourns the fragrant grass in her late evening.
Translation: Playing the silk tongqin to get the news about him, the man is getting older and looking sadly at the green grass all over the ground.
5. "Sweeping Flowers and Reading Miscellaneous Poems of the Southern Song Dynasty" Liu Shipei, Qing Dynasty
The remaining mountains and rivers, listening to the birds calling the east wind, and the cuckoos passing south to cross. Prosperity and secret numbers. Cherish the bead curtain and brocade curtain, and the beauty will grow old.
Translation: The remaining water of the incomplete mountain listens to the birds calling in the east wind and the cuckoos flying south. The prosperity is gone. It's a pity that the jade bead door curtain and the brocade are gradually aging.
2. Looking for some poems about beauty’s twilight years
"Pipa Xing": "This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent leisurely.
My brother is a soldier and my aunt is in the army. After death, the palace was deserted.
The boss married a businessman and left. The month before last, he went to Fuliang to buy tea.
I keep an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and the moon is shining brightly around the river.
Late at night, I suddenly dream about my youth, and my makeup is red with tears.
Four machines, mandarin ducks. Weaving is about to fly together, but it is a pity that the old man is graying before he is old; the spring waves are green and the grass is deep in the cold dawn, and the two are bathed in red clothes
After several storms, spring comes back in a hurry. I am always afraid of flowers blooming early, not to mention the countless falling reds. When I see that the grass in the world has no return, I can only be diligent and paint the spider webs.
It's a long-term affair, but it's a mistake. The flying swallows are all dust? Is it the most painful thing to worry about? Don't go and lean on the dangerous fence, where the setting sun is shining, and the smoke and willows are broken.
The beauty is old with a flick of the finger, and a few traces of frost are gone in autumn
As soon as spring comes. Even though the beauty grows old, I don’t know whether the flowers will fall or the people will die
I also believe that beauty will eventually become ashes and cannot bear the dream of being too hasty
Xijiang Moon and Willows will remain in the Song Dynasty
Phoenix forehead The embroidered curtains are rolled high, and the red doors are swaying frequently. Two poles of red sun rise above the flower shed. It's hard to sleep in the spring, and the sweet dreams are flying like wild flowers, and the leisure and sorrow are overwhelming. Rain and clouds are coming. Time has passed again.
Cave Immortal Song Su Shi
Ice and jade bones, the breeze from the water palace fills the embroidered curtains with fragrance. Open, a bright moon peeks at me, I'm not sleeping, I'm lying on my pillow with my hair on my hair, my hair is messy. I stand up and hold my bare hands, the courtyard is silent, and I see sparse stars crossing the river. How is the night? But when the west wind will come, I don’t know how the fleeting years secretly change.
The beauty is easy to grow old and the hair is gray, and the blue hair turns into blood and complains about endlessness
The heart is long-awaited, and I am afraid of wrong payment. Playing the Yao Qin, Yang Yin brings love to you. There are times when the autumn moon and spring breeze blow, and the white hair changes to green hair. The mouth is late, and the four fingers are wiping, and the falling flowers are rushing by, and the peach blossoms are still there, and the hair on the temples is like frost. Snow
3. Poems describing the beauty's old age
1. Once the spring is gone, the beauty grows old, and the flowers fall and the person is dead.
——Cao Xueqin's "Burial." "Flower Song" interpretation: When spring is over and the beauty is old, no one will pay attention to how the flowers wither and how the person dies. 2. The beauty grows old in an instant
- Jin Yong's " The interpretation of "Dongxiange·Win or Lose": A person's face will grow old in a blink of an eye. It describes that time passes too fast and people will grow old easily. 3. The scattered vegetation is a fear of the aging of the beauty.
——Interpretation of "Chu Ci·Li Sao" in the Warring States Period: Thinking of the vegetation constantly falling and withering, one can't help but worry that beauties will also grow old. 4. I am looking forward to harvesting goods across the river, looking forward to good times and beauties.
Complaints of lovesickness, hatred and ruthlessness, dreams of breaking the road to Xizhou. ——"One Inch of Gold Lotus" Qing Dynasty Translation by Peng Sunyu: I am about to pick the flowers after meeting each other, and look forward to meeting each other in the diary, but people are getting older.
It tells the pain of lovesickness, only hatred but no affection, and the dream failed on Xizhou Road. 5. The curtains are rolling in the west wind and the sun is setting. The beauty is far away in the evening.
——"Eight Poems of Autumn Embrace and the Original Rhyme of Qiu Xiangen Gongbu No. 6" Translated by Xu Nanying in the Qing Dynasty: The door curtain is rolled up and a strong wind blows, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines down obliquely. People across the world are gradually aging.
4. Poems describing the aging of women
The poems describing "aging of women" are as follows:
1. Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and the people will die. I don't know. ——Li Bai
2. Beauty grows old with a snap of the fingers, and a few frosts disappear in autumn. ——Luo Hanzi
3. Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. ——Zhao Yan
4. I also believe that beauty will eventually become ashes, unable to bear the hurried dream. ——Wang Xizhi
5. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Meng Xi
6. Since ancient times, beauties have lamented their old age, and heroes have not been allowed to grow old. ——Bai Juyi
7. When a beauty is drunk, her face becomes more rosy. ——Li Bai
8. Bing Ji is born thin, so he will be more distinguished after flying. ——Wang Anshi
9. When inviting people to wear makeup, don’t wear robes. ——Du Fu
10. The beauty conceals the present and the past, and the lotus embarrasses the jade face. ——Du Fu
11. There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. ——Du Mu
12. The people beside you are like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow. ——Li Bai
13. Spring smiles are full of peaches, clouds pile up into green buns; cherry blossoms bloom on the lips, and pomegranate teeth are fragrant. ——Li Li
14. Quietness is like a flower shining on the water, and action is like the wind supporting a willow. ——He Qing
15. Don’t lean on the railing when you are alone. There is no limit to the world. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
——Bai Juyi