1. Poems containing the word "tung" (not sycamore)
There are many poems about tung. I will give you a few lines, like these, they only have tung but no phoenix: < /p>
Tongye leaves in the morning and whisper in the night. Traveling thinking about the autumn light, dimming the road to Chang'an. "Butterflies Love Flowers and Tung Leaves and Float in the Morning"
Under the knotted tung bamboo, the room is close to each other. The wall is divided into bamboo paths, and every door is connected to Tongyin.
The bank is covered with fallen flowers, and the forest is covered with bright moonlight at night. There are dragons singing pipes on the bamboo, and phoenixes dancing on the tung trees. "Reply to Li Bo's Yutong Bamboo"
Where the phoenix is ??staying, the moon reflects the cold solitude of the tung tree. All the leaves have fallen, and the sky is full of green leaves. "The Solitary Tong in Duan You Hall"
When the clouds and mountains are everywhere, the view to the south of Tonglu is uneven. "A message from Tonghu to Liu Yuanwai"
Yesterday I bid farewell to the Emperor and returned to the boat. My family was in Tonglu, recalling the old hills. When March is warm, the flowers bloom and the two streams compete for water. "Returning to the Former Residence of Tonglu and Posting a Long History of Yan" (a poem written in eight chapters)
Please inscribe my name on the Tongzhi. "Ten Harmony Poems·Answer to Tung Blossoms"
When the clouds and mountains are everywhere, the view to the south of Tonglu is uneven. "Send to My Wife and Father Liu Changqing" (a poem written by Yan Wei, titled Send to Tonglu and Send to Liu Yuanwai)
How many people can fish for bass in the Tongjiang River under Yanling Terrace? "To the Hermit in Tongjiang" (a poem by Xu Hun)
Tongbai cherishes a new life, Zhilan cherishes old travels. "Farewell to Tangzhou Gao Shijun for his appointment_Tongbai Ying's new life"
Standing alone next to the silver bed, the green wind is curling up. "Inoue Tung"
The moonlight shines on the tung flowers, and the moonlight shines on the desert flowers. "Staying at Zengfeng Pavilion on March 24th, looking at the tung flowers at night, sending my message of happiness"
I smiled and asked the old tung tree in the atrium, this return will save me from having nothing. "The post-tung trees on Shangshan Road, where they were named before and after Xi and Wei"
In April, the south wind turns the barley yellow, and the jujube flowers have not yet fallen, and the tung leaves are long. "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu"
The tung blossoms are thousands of miles away on the Danshan Road, and the young phoenix is ??clearer than the old phoenix.
In late autumn, a light rain fell on the courtyard. The chrysanthemums on the sills were sparse, the wells were in disorder, and the smoke was lingering. "Qi" by Liu Yong
Looking up at the tung trees, the tung flowers are extremely pitiful. May there be no frost or snow in the sky, and may the Wuzi live for thousands of years. "Songs of the Four Seasons of Midnight·Autumn Song"
There are many more. Check here to see if there is anything you want. If you are not satisfied, ask me for one. There are many more like this. There are so many poems, good luck! 2. Looking for poems about "Phoenix"~
"Phoenix Returns to the Cloud"
——Teng Qian of the Tang Dynasty
See Yuyi and Wutong beside the golden well fence There are cold branches on the tree.
Prince Wuling admired Wencai and painted and embroidered clothes of beautiful ladies.
Drinking and pecking at the top of Pengshan Mountain, and the smoke flying down to the forbidden city in autumn.
Once the jade was returned to the clouds, the golden scorpion was tilted to the twelfth floor.
"Phoenix"
——Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
There is a torii cave, and its name is Phoenix.
Nine buds correspond to the spirit, and five colors form an article.
Repeatedly go to the side of Qin Tower and pass by Luoshuiyang.
Ming Qi saw you today, and Age stood there and flew.
"Phoenix Terrace"
——Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The pavilion of Phoenix Terrace faces Kangzhou in the north. Uncle Xi is lonely now, and the sound of the phoenix is ??also lingering. The mountains are steep and the road is gone, and the stone forest is full of energy. I have a ladder of ten thousand feet and can climb up for you. I am afraid that there are no mother chicks, and the hungry and cold days are chirping. I can express my feelings and drink and peck to soothe my loneliness. The heart is as solid as bamboo, and it is bright and has no external aspirations. The blood is used as a sweet spring, but it is nothing more than a clear stream. The most precious king is auspicious, and he dares to say goodbye to his life. Sit and watch the colorful feathers grow, and raise your mind to the eight poles. Holding Ruitu from the sky, he flew down to the twelfth floor. The picture is used to worship the supreme being, and the phoenix is ??used to hang down the hongyou. Let's revive the industry and wash away the worries of the people. Because of this, how can a group of thieves stay here?
"Phoenix"
——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
I am lost on the way back from the thousands of miles of mountains and mountains, but I don't know how to borrow a pheasant.
In the new year, there will definitely be joy for generals and young children, and they will live in two places in A Ge Hua Chi.
"Yi Feng"
——Yang Sifu of the Tang Dynasty
From all directions, the emperor's beauty, the majestic phoenix suddenly came to visit. The red light moves towards the sun, and the green feathers are new against the wind. There are many different interests in the low and high places, and there are no neighbors when drinking and pecking. The suburbs are now full of flowers, and the river is full of meaning. After hearing Shao's inspiration, I was willing to patrol around. He is like the common people at the beginning of the house, and he is grateful to the local people.
"Luan and Phoenix"
——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Wherever the old mirror luan is, the declining tung phoenix does not live there.
Money is better than the peacock, and the golden paragraph is better than the pheasant.
The prince adjusted the cleaning pipes, and the gods rained down purple mud.
There are no clouds and roads are divided, so we should not be confused when we look at each other.
"Phoenix"
——Yi Mengchang of the Tang Dynasty
It is a phoenix of Shan family, but the song is not that of Chu chicken.
The light shines through the wind and rain, and the colorful patterns move the clouds.
If the bamboo is not full, how can the tongs and grandsons live in it?
Qiyang is going well today, but Lülu is miserable. 3. Poems about the word "Tong"
Whether the ancients will come tonight, they will teach people to set up all the shadows of the phoenix tree.
The golden breeze is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling.
People get drunk easily when they first taste green wine, so they fall asleep with a pillow and a small window.
As spring passes and autumn comes,
Where do we know the past?
Swallows return to fly orchids weeping dew,
The scenery will last forever without blessing
People in the wine stalls scatter grass,
Leaning alone on the leisure steps Sycamore.
Remember this day last year,
The yellow leaves were blowing in the west wind.
The slanting sun penetrates the curtains even more,
A slight coolness gradually creeps into the sycamore trees.
There are so many feelings that cannot be described.
Written in the tune of wild notes,
This feeling is countless.
The message from you is thousands of miles away,
It is hard to send this feeling.
Bi gauze autumn moon,
Wutong night rain,
Several times without sleep.
The building is high and the eyes are broken,
The sky is far away and the clouds are dark,
I can only look haggard.
Reciting the red candle of Orchid Hall,
The heart is long but the flame is short,
Weeping to others.
Time only makes people grow old.
I don’t believe in sentimentality.
Everlasting regret for leaving the pavilion,
Tears and spring shirts make it easy to wake up with wine.
There was a strong west wind in the Wutong tree last night,
The pale moon was dim and bright.
Good dreams are often frightening,
There is a sound of flying geese from a tall building somewhere.
Flowing waves and falling leaves, where is the good time?
I miss the teachings of heaven and hate endlessly.
Let’s try the past and lean against the parasol tree.
Lingao Pavilion,
The chaotic mountains and plains are protected by smoke.
The smoke is thin,
After the crow returns,
I smell the horn in the dusk.
The broken fragrance and lingering fragrance are full of bad feelings,
The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen,
Autumn colors are back again,
Still lonely again.
The incense of the jade stove, the tears of red wax,
partial illumination of autumn thoughts in the painted hall.
The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy,
The night is long and the pillow is cold.
Wutong trees, rain in the middle of the night,
Ignorance and love are suffering.
One leaf, one sound,
The empty steps drip to the light.
Wu Tong treats each other in old age,
Mandarin ducks will both die.
A chaste woman is worthy of her husband,
The same goes for sacrificing her life.
I swear I won’t be able to make waves.
My heart is filled with water from an ancient well.
Silently, I went up to the west building alone,
The moon is like a hook,
The lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
It keeps cutting,
It is still chaotic,
It is separation sorrow, not the ordinary feeling in my heart.
The moon falls to the west of the waves, the door is open and the trees are shadowless.
At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wutong Well. 4. Please describe the phoenix poem
1. "Luan Feng" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
Where the old mirror is, the declining tung phoenix does not live. Money is a peacock, and gold is a pheasant.
The prince adjusted the cleaning pipes, and the gods rained down purple mud. There are no clouds and roads are divided, so we should not be confused when we look at each other.
2. "Phoenix" by Yi Mengchang (Tang Dynasty)
It is a phoenix from Shan family, but the song is not a chicken from Chu. The light scatters the wind and rain, and the colorful patterns move the clouds.
If the bamboo is not full, how can the tongs and grandsons live in it? Qiyang is going well today, but Lülu is miserable.
3. "Feng Guiyun" Teng Qian (Tang Dynasty)
Yuyi is seen beside the railing of the golden well, and cold branches are hanging on the sycamore tree. Prince Wuling admired Wen Cai, and painted and embroidered clothes for beauties.
Drinking and pecking at the top of Pengshan Mountain, and the smoke flying down to the forbidden city in autumn. Once Nong Yu returned to the clouds, Jin Yi opened the twelfth floor.
4. "Phoenix" by Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)
I am lost on the way back from thousands of miles of mountains and mountains, but I can't help but borrow a pheasant.
In the new year, there will definitely be joy for generals and young children, and they will live in two places in A Ge Hua Chi.
5. "Ascend the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling" (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The phoenix travels on the Phoenix Terrace, and the phoenix leaves the platform and the Kongjiang River flows by itself. The flowers and plants of the Wu Palace are buried in the secluded paths, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty are transformed into ancient hills.
Beyond the blue sky half-fallen by the three mountains, Bailuzhou is divided into two waters. The floating clouds can always cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad. 5. Ancient poems with the word "tung"
Inscribed with a palindrome on a brocade picture by Su Shi
In the spring evening, the fallen flowers remain in the green grass, and the night is cool and the moon is half full of sycamores.
People follow the geese far away from the border city at dusk, and the rain reflects the sparse curtains and the embroidered pavilions are empty.
The sparse embroidered curtains in the empty pavilion reflect the rain, and the geese follow people in the distance in the dusk city.
It is a cool half-moon night in Tongwu, and the grass is green and the remaining flowers have fallen in late spring.
"Geng Luzi" by Wen Tingyun
The incense of the jade stove, the tears of the red candle,
Partially illuminated autumn thoughts in the painting hall.
My eyebrows are green and thin, my temples are cloudy.
The night is long and my pillow is cold.
Wutong trees, rain in the middle of the night,
Ignorance and love are suffering.
One leaf, one sound,
The empty steps drip to the light.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain - Song of Everlasting Regret
. "Cold dew on the sycamore leaves on a moonlit night" Tang Daicha
Xiao Shutong leaves Above, the moon is showing its first white dew. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.
The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.
Feng Yansi among the Drunken Flowers
The moon is setting and the frost is covering the courtyard.
The bridegroom is sleeping.
The paulownia tree leans against the carved eaves. ,
Jinjing Linyao brick.
The morning wind is just as cold as cold,
I become haggard on my own,
I have endless worries,
People's emotions are unreasonable,
Don’t think too hard and retire with regrets.
Beginning of Autumn by Liu Han
The crows of milk crows scatter the jade screen in the sky, and a pillow is cool and a fan of wind blows.
There is no place to look for the autumn colors when I wake up. The steps are full of sycamores and the moon is shining brightly.
Zhou Zizhi
[Partridge Sky]
When the remaining vat is about to be exhausted, the cool autumn air suddenly fills the screen. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting. Tune the treasure harp and pluck the golden yang, and then sing "Partridge Ci" together. Nowadays, it’s a stormy night in Xilou. Even if I don’t listen to clear songs, I will shed tears.
Era: Song
Author: Li Qingzhao
Work: Recalling Qin E
Content:
Lingao Pavilion ,
The chaotic mountains and plains are covered with smoke and light.
The smoke is thin,
After the crow returns,
I smell the horn in the dusk.
The broken fragrance and lingering fragrance are full of bad feelings,
The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen,
Autumn colors are back again,
Still lonely again.
Qingpingyue
Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty
Yaoxian freehand brushwork.
The strings of meaning are broken.
There are infinite things to do if you get the Feng Jian.
I still hate that spring is hard to express.
Lie down and listen to the drizzle of sycamore trees.
The moon is dim after the rain.
Where is the soul of a night's dream, that time in the Yangye Tower
Yan Shu's "Qingpingle"
The golden breeze is gentle. The leaves of the sycamore tree fall. People get drunk easily when they first taste green wine. Sleeping under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining brightly. It's the time when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
It is almost dusk in the high-rise buildings, and the sycamore leaves are covered with rustling rain.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are light clouds and pale rivers, and sparse raindrops on the sycamore trees.
Right and wrong don't go to the wild stream, just listen to the rain in the sycamore tree.