The poem about green ants is 1. In ancient poetry, green ants are always related to wine.
A suggestion for my friend Liu Baijuyi.
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
The Pride of Fisherman —— Li Qingzhao
Knowing that spring is coming in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half open and charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup.
Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.
XiangXingZi-Li Qingzhao
The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming. Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn.
The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
Green ant:
The newly brewed wine is not filtered, and the wine residue floats on the wine surface, slightly green and as fine as an ant (ant: wine foam), which is called "green ant". Later generations used it to refer to the newly produced wine, which led to many names, such as: ant green (floating wine); Ant statue (wine glass. Borrow refers to wine); Ant urn (jar), etc. "Du Nan Fu" "The diameter of the mash is inch, and the floating ants are flat." Later, green ants were often used to weigh wine.
2. Ancient poems about ants
Drinking alone
Du Fu
It's very late to walk in the deep forest, but it's also very late to open the bottle alone.
When bees are raised, sheep are stuck and ants are on dead pears.
Ashamed to talk, complacent, really withdrawn.
I didn't have noble intentions at that time, and I was not proud.
Move to Lingaoge
Su Shi
I was born between heaven and earth, and an ant sent me a big mill. I just wanted to go to the right, but I didn't save the wind wheel.
Although the clouds are righteous, they are cold and hungry.
Isn't there a beautiful scenery? Through the eye of the wind and withstood the storm. If you are back in the game, don't wait until you are old, you will be brave enough.
Fortunately, the surplus was abandoned, and the tired horse breathed a sigh of relief. The family occupied Jiang Yi, and the desperate situation was broken.
Hunger and poverty have multiplied and divided, and there is nothing to celebrate. However, there is no trouble and happiness, and there is no bitterness.
There are few poems praising ants, and the image of ants is mainly used to express smallness in ancient poetry, such as ants; Or it can be used to express sadness. For example, Su Shi said that "pedestrians are like frozen ants in May". In addition, some people write the word ant but it is not an ant, such as green ant, which means a kind of wine.
3. What are the poems about "green"
At four o'clock in the midnight of Guo Heming's six songs, two brothels contain sunshine, and the green pool is full of wind.
Give your child a concentric flower and be diligent. Lu Guimeng's harmony song, 4: 04 at midnight, winter song, south light walk in the freezer, north Leno. Empty wood.
Every year, I will be frosty. Lu Guimeng's Ode to Peace and Midnight Police Song: Two bowls of green wine and purple smoke.
Who knows that the tone is bitter and cold, and * * * is like a snow string. Nie Zhongyi's Song of Harmony: A hundred birds return to the branches, but Ugric is not alive.
You should also know that I hate it, so I crow at the green window. Wang Yaqin's song, Chua's Five Alleys, a tour of Haruka, two apricots by Wanshu River, a new night wind.
Full of shade, shining in the green waves. * * * Zage, ranked fifth, you live at the foot of a lonely mountain, and the night smoke is long.
Yuanmen is horizontal and green, and the garden is surrounded by weeping willows. * * * Miscellaneous songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs, songs.
Before the cicada is broken, the cold goose has gone. * * * Miscellaneous songs, Yang Xia picking mulberry flies to provoke green dust, soft leaves to solitary wheels.
Go to the garden to find strong people today. * * * miscellaneous songs, a willow-colored castle peak, pear blossoms and snowy birds.
Under the green window, sit and sigh at Chunfang. On a cold night, Wang Bo misses his friends, turns his back on Cuishan every night and sings three songs of Cangjiang.
After this, I miss you too far, and it's green and fragrant. Six songs by Guo Zhen at four o'clock in the middle of the night. Haruka brothel contains sunshine, and the green pool is full of wind.
Give your child a concentric flower and be diligent. Wuping Yifeng and Zheng Dan gave the housekeeper cypress leaves to make the green leaves spring and the cold branches last forever.
I hope to have these cypress leaves for a long time. The dogwood sunflower is firm, red and green, and it blooms like a flower.
Stay in the mountains and buy this hibiscus cup. The maharaja is pregnant with Mo Yin and Gong Huai, secluded and covered with moss.
I answered the door but greeted it, fearing that a mountain monk would come. Wang Bai's poetry circle is green and plain, and it is as beautiful as a green pu.
Living in water, under the bright moon. Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yun, Xiping, Chichunchi, is deep and wide, and he will return alone.
Lush green leaves close and weeping willows sweep away. Wang Wei's farewell (one in the mountains, one among friends) Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, and I didn't close my hut door until it was dark.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? . Wang Wei's other business when he left Wang Chuan was postponed, and he was disappointed with pineapple.
Don't go to Qingshan, it's like green water. Peony in Wang Weihong is green, colorful, carefree and quiet, and its red color is light and deep.
In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts? There are 20 pieces of gold and Zhu Ling in Wangchuan, Pei Di, which are bright and clean, tall and straight, green and dense.
Walking all the way through the mountain road, singing and looking at Lao Cen. Pei Di Wangchuan collected 20 spring grasses on the green embankment in Wu Xinyi, and the prince and grandson kept them for fun.
There are magnolia flowers, colors and hibiscus confusion. Chu Guangxi's Five Songs of Luoyang Road is dedicated to Lu Si Langzhong's Spring Ice in Luoshui, which makes Luocheng spring green.
Look at the avenue, the flowers are in a mess. Chu, Guangxi, Jiangnan Qusi Qingjiang River in the end, high waves straight through the air.
I am used to living by the lake, and the boat is light and not afraid of the wind. Wang Changling sent Guo Sicang to reflect the green water, leaving him to ride the main heart.
However, the guest can't stay, and only the bright moon follows him. My thoughts are like the Huaihe River, and the spring tide is rolling and can't be calm. In Li Bai's Four Xiangyang Songs, the fairy mountain faces the Han River, and the water is green and sand is like snow.
There are tears on the monument, and the moss wears away for a long time. Li Baiqiu's seventeen songs and one stone sweep the screen.
Poetry remains forever, and green words are full of moss. Wei Tiong's leaves are jagged and green, and he is handsome and graceful.
I remember there were many leaves in this book in Fengdong Temple. There are 100 untitled poems in "A Thousand Strange Rivers". The arrow leaks at the beginning of the day, and the pavilion smoke does not decay.
Although the rain is greener, it is not the time to pick apples. There are 100 Untitled Poems (a poem by Xie Qian). On the banks of the Qianqi River, the green fields are far away, and the rivers are red.
Return to the moon in a small fishing boat. There are 100 untitled poems in Qian Qi's "Jiang Xing" (written by Xie Qian), with a long stream of water and a single blow.
Junshan is cold and blue, swimming across Dongting Lake. 22 Qian Qi Lantian River surges in the northeast (in memory of Prince Beipi), and spring will make you happy.
Love this moss and water green under the flowers. The willows in the ancient Kuangshan Mountain (the following fourteen are Lin Pingwu's miscellaneous questions) are like gossamer, and green grass is planted in the shallow depth.
Every year after beginning of spring, it is occupied by songbirds. Gu Kuang Yan Zhan arms rippling, and old lying beside him.
Melodious green radish shadow, rippling down. Gu Kuang sent "Thirteen Weeds of Willow" to Xiao Zhong in Huaishang, which set off the green Huaihe River.
Don't be surprised that the spring tide is wide, and the ship can berth at gulls. Gu Kuang sent Li Mi to bid farewell to Wudi Rain yesterday, and the spring sail came late.
Jiang Bo is thousands of miles green, □□□□□□□□□□ Gong Dou's immortal poem is that the sea is green and the apricot trees by the stream are red.
I don't know where to go, the moon shines on the jade building. As soon as Li Yi listened to singing hearts and plums, hearts and white peaches and plums, the late emperor was in the song.
I want to sing to the West Palace, which is green. The two ancient temples in the middle section of Pu Zhong Road in Changdang are located in persimmon forest and covered with green tiles.
When you are old, you can keep writing after picking leaves. Sikongshu medicine garden is full of spring fragrance, and the green vine is mixed with red English.
Unique to tourists in deep mountains, it's time to distinguish the names of medicines. SiKongShu and Li Duan went to the nursing home to live in Zhidun, and once came with Dai Qing.
Nowadays, under the open forest, only green moss can be seen. Wang Jian's fallen leaves, the green direction is uneven, and the first piece of red has overlapped.
The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree. Xie-shaped Jiangnan Meng Meng, ears as soft as cotton.
Slice banana, kumquat pomelo hanging. Zhumen, Chang 'an Road, cares about the reflection of Qingyang on the ridge, and reaches the same village in Shuangque.
Jade ornaments sound far away, and the world of mortals still smells sweet. In "Quan Deyu", it is a solitary boat in the daytime and a solitary crane in autumn.
The weather is clear, and there is no wind in Wan Li. There were two rain competitions in the Chenghuang Temple of Sheep Scholars, and zero rain comforted the people of Sri Lanka. The green apple recommended by Zhai Xin.
The sound of mountain bagpipes is like offering sacrifices to the pavilion gods. When the sheep first moved to Qiqi tree, they loved this mountain, and smoke and frost were everywhere.
Infinite blue clouds help the green window to be cold. Wang Yachun's tour is composed of two apricot trees on the riverside, opening a new night wind.
Full of shade, shining in the green waves. Lady Wang gave five songs, and the trees were deep and the flowers were deep.
You know the distance of the battlefield without going out. Liu Yuxi's three Liu Hua Ci poems began with green stripes and spread fragrance far away.
So when the flowers fall, melodious accounts for the Spring Festival Evening. Twelve pipa songs from Shengshan, Weikai Prefecture, Zhang Jihe, were on the stage, waiting for no one.
Wear a scarf whenever you have a rest day. Yuan Zhen's two peony poems (not written by the school book lang before) are covered with greenery, and it is increasingly difficult to show signs of decline.
The scenery hits it off, so we have to take a temporary look. Bai Juyi, new green in old bottles, advice to my friend Liu, a small fire in red mud.
It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .