Chang 'an looked back and embroidered.
There are thousands of doors open on the top of the mountain.
As soon as I ride the world of mortals and laugh,
No one knows it's litchi.
2. Li Bai's Qingpingdiao
First of all:
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
Second:
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics.
Third:
Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings.
Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the threshold in the north.
3. Zhang Hu's "Gathering the Spirit Tower One"
The sunlight obliquely collect platform,
Mangrove flowers bloom in the morning.
Last night, the emperor gave it a new award? ,
Too really smiled and walked into the curtain.
Zhang Zhizhen's Ode to Horsetail Slope
Ma Wei built a city in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which won her a good reputation.
Tian Zi provoked the Anshi Rebellion, and Xifeng cried white silk to this day.
The poem "Mrs Zhu" is about Mrs Zhu.
Year: Song Author: Guo Yin
The wind is flowing in the forest, close to the pillow.
The ice muscles are pure, and jade bone is naturally cool.
The most modest and kind, the origin is just right.
I can't forget the company day and night.
Mrs. Zhu
Year: Song Author: Hu Zhonggong
Treat your face with an open mind, don't be blocked.
Only first frost Festival, no sex.
Li E's book is full of old grievances, and Hunan girls are sad.
But it is a special room pet, and no one is jealous of the farmer.
Rhymes with Mrs. Zheng Shufu's mangosteen
Year: Song Author:
Yuhuan rose from China to Hu Bing, and its color eventually polluted the name of later generations.
What is the special room in September like? It's all empty.
Love is inexperienced, and women's festivals are never clear.
I'm worried about seeing Jieyu's fan after autumn, and I hate it for a long time.
With Jiang Zi, my bamboo lady.
Year: Song Author: Huang Chongzhi
Exhausted Huang Teng lies high in the south window and sets an example.
Guo Shaoyao is the most intimate, and Zheng Cherry is the closest.
Living under the curtain is a sweet dream. Tao has several books with different winter years.
What does it mean to accompany the staff to the meditation room at night and clear the autumn cream?
Mrs. Zhu
Year: Song Author: Yang
Ashamed of getting rid of slaves, the origin is only moral integrity.
Life has only eyes, and jealousy is ruthless.
Love is silent, Juanjuan is cold.
Give up the donation and know the points before you dare to see the special room.
Mrs. Zhu
Year: Song Author: Ye Yin
Fengshen shows off in the forest. He loves to dream new things.
Not as good as meat, just like a person knows and sees.
Mingnu would like to thank you. Huang You likes to talk about relatives.
Practice for a hundred years and advance and retreat from teaching.
Mrs. Zhu
Year: Song Author: Zhao
Jade bone is cool in summer, and no one is jealous of a special room.
The drunkard's intention is not to drink, lest the west wind break again.
"Twenty-six brothers sent a song to Jiang Zi and my bamboo wife, loving their ingenuity."
Year: Song Author: Chao Shuozhi
Mochow charmed her master Lu, who was good at making fibers.
Green powder dares to compete for red powder, and the fish pavilion is thinner than the crane pavilion.
Nv Ying wept for you, and his son was a political disciple.
Why don't the names of the knee clips rhyme? Why is Qiu Lai sick?
3. The poem describing the beauty of Yang Yuhuan is a cloud that needs clothes, flowers and capacity, and the spring breeze blows the threshold.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. The second song is red incense, and the sex rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics. Its three famous flowers love each other and smile like kings.
Explaining the endless hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans to the north and fades forever. China emperor Bai Juyi's Song, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, searched for it on the throne for many years, but failed to find it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. When I heard the messenger of the Han family, she was surprised to see the dream of Jiuhua and Huagai.
Pulling clothes and pushing pillows back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil opened. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
The wind blew the fairy, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
But in Liu Yuxi's Ma Wei Xing, Yang Guifei died not by hanging herself, but by swallowing gold! Ma Youxing Author: Yuxi Liu Green Field Road Horse. Yang Guiren on the roadside, the grave is three or four feet high.
But when I asked the children in the middle, they all said they were lucky in Shu. The army punished the family, and the son of heaven gave up the demon Ji.
A group of officials squatted on the curtain, and the nobles took the emperor's clothes. Low-spinning beautiful eyes, windy days are dull.
Noble people drink gold chips, and they suddenly avoid Mu Ying. I have taken apricot Dan all my life, and the color is really the same.
Stay away from the car dust and peek in the alley. * * * I love make-up face, Thrushcross King.
There are no traces of shoes, and the lights of the shoe group have not gone out. See people on the rocks, see Ling Bo socks.
The postman loves the path, and the knot is untied by hand. A thousand eyes spread, and the fragrance never stops.
Rings shine, jewels are priceless. It is about to enter Xianyang city, and Jia Hu is surprised.
How Yang Guifei died is still a mystery to future generations! A poem included in "The Whole Tang Poetry" is dedicated to Zhang, and the sleeves are moving. Autumn smoke is full of red light, the wind is swaying on Yunling ridge, and running water is blowing by Liuchi.
4. Write a poem with Yuhuan Yutu.
A pot of spring water in the center of the world
Three hundred poems of jade, white flowers and red flowers
Rabbits are smart in the light.
Scenery line of Changchun in eastern Henan
The peach blossom garden is ringing in the air.
Yuhua Baogong Annual Activities
A rabbit gave birth to a bright moon, which hung in the sky.
Prince Yuchuan rode the wind.
Pei Huan went downstream, and Shi Jianming sang.
Southwest corner of Yuju
The rabbit hole became the main body and came back to life.
Shao Wenshu, Shang Tang, Yu Lin
The health banner is strong and far-reaching.
Yutang is a little idle.
The rabbit came out of the moon hole.
Guan Yu Fan Hua, a beautiful teenager
The call around the mountain is endless.
Yushu Qionglin, shining.
Tukui oat spring swallow