Poems about smashing clothes anvil 1. Poems about smashing clothes anvil
It's not sad to hear the cuckoo on the anvil, but it's impossible to break the ape's cry.
whose anvil is under the moon, you will have a unique skill. The pestle is not a guest, and the guest hears the confession.
a pestle is not a garment, and you want to make the wanderer return. Playing clothes at night [Song] He Zhu received the brocade and got off the honeymoon machine.
clean the anvil and pound clothes at night. Whether the teenager is healthy now or not, I'll see Yan Nan return when I cross the melon.
He Zhu (Song Dynasty) is full of sound, and the anvil is bright and full of sound. After the stamping of clothes to send to the husband, but the inscription on the name, attached to home, but do not stop tiqi.
send it to Wan Li in Yuguan, and the garrison is still in Yuguanxi. "Dingfengbo" Li Jue geese fly across the autumn sky in night is still young and lock the lotus pond through the window.
It's hard to think about the past, and I'm disappointed, so my old friend handed it to Xiaoxiang. Even if palindromes overlap, who will send them? Solve the problem of crying in the mirror.
the scent of drowning will make the golden duck cold and worry forever, and the sound of waiting for insects will be long. The ancient meaning is to fill the gap Qiao Zhizhi/the ancient meaning/not to see Shen Quanqi (Tang) Lujia young woman Yu Jintang, where swallows perch in pairs on beams of tortoiseshell.
hears the washing-mallets' cold beat shake the leaves down, the Liaoyang expedition will be gone ten years. And messages are lost in the White Wolf River, here in the City of the Red Phoenix autumn nights are long.
who means you can't see alone when you are sad, sees only moonlight on the yellow-silk wave of her loom. Qi Tianle Cricket [Song] Jiang Kui Yu Lang first recited his own sorrow.
sadness is even more whispering. Exposed copper paving and moss invading stone wells have all been listened to by Iraq.
it sounds like a complaint. Thinking about a woman who has no sleep, she looks for a machine.
winding hills, cool at night, feeling lonely. It's raining in the west window again.
for whom frequency is intermittent, phase and anvil. Waiting for the pavilion to welcome the autumn, leaving the palace to hang the moon, don't be sad.
a ramble of poems. Laugh at the fence and call the lights, children in the world.
writing the piano wire is more bitter. There was a scholar-bureaucrat who made crickets in Xuanzheng.
Midnight Wu Ge Li Bai (Tang) a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!. Practicing made Li Yu (Five Dynasties) quiet in the deep courtyard, empty in the small courtyard, and intermittent cold anvil and intermittent wind.
it's a pity that people can't sleep at night, and the sound and the moon come to the curtain. Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity One of the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Jade Dew withered the maple forest, and Wushan Wuxia was angry with Xiao Sen.
there are waves and sky surges in the river, and the clouds are blocked and the ground is overcast. Cong Ju shed tears on the other day, and she was alone in her boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious and anxious.
2. The poem
Smell the anvil
The cuckoo doesn't cry, and the ape doesn't cry. Whose anvil is under the moon, a gut is a must.
the pestle is not the guest, but the guest hears it and confesses it. A pestle is not a garment, and it wants to make a wanderer return.
night dressing/training
[Song] He Zhu
received the brocade characters and got off the honeymoon machine. Clean the anvil and pound clothes at night.
whether the teenager is healthy now or not, see the wild goose returning to the south when crossing the melon.
the sound of the pestle is neat
He Zhu (Song)
The anvil is bright and the sound of the pestle is neat.
I'm trying to solve the problem of asking for clothes and tears. Send it to Yuguanying Wan Li, and
the garrison is still in Yuguanxi.
Dingfengbo
Li Xun
The geese fly across the autumn sky in night is still young, and the lotus pond is locked through the window. The past is not easy to think about, melancholy, so the old friend handed it in Xiaoxiang.
even if palindromes overlap, who will send them? Solve the problem of crying in the mirror. The fragrance of sinking water will eliminate the cold of golden ducks, and the sorrow will last forever, and the sound of waiting for insects will be long.
The ancient meaning is to fill the gap. Qiao Zhizhi/Ancient meaning/Loneliness
Shen Quanqi (Tang)
Lujia young woman Yu Jintang, where swallows perch in pairs on beams of tortoiseshell.
hears the washing-mallets' cold beat shake the leaves down, the Liaoyang expedition will be gone ten years.
and messages are lost in the White Wolf River, here in the City of the Red Phoenix autumn nights are long.
who means you can't see alone when you are sad, sees only moonlight on the yellow-silk wave of her loom.
Qi Tianle Cricket
[Song] Jiang Kui
Yu Lang first recited his own sad poems. Sadness is more whispering. Exposed copper paving and moss invading stone wells have all been listened to by Iraq. Mourning sounds like complaints. Thinking about a woman who has no sleep, she looks for a machine. Ququ Pingshan, the night is cool and lonely.
it's raining in the west window again. For whom is the frequency intermittent, phase and anvil? Waiting for the pavilion to welcome the autumn, leaving the palace to hang the moon, don't be sad. Poems are diffuse. Laugh at the fence and call the lights, children in the world. Writing into the piano wire is even more bitter. There was a scholar-bureaucrat who made crickets in Xuanzheng.
Midnight Wu Ge
Li Bai (Tang)
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.
and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!.
Lian Zi Ling
Li Yu (Five Dynasties)
Deep courtyard is quiet, small courtyard is empty,
intermittent cold anvil and intermittent wind. Unfortunately, people can't sleep at night,
a few sounds and the moon comes to the curtain.
Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity, Part One
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The dew withered the maple trees, and the Wuxia in Wushan was gloomy.
there are waves and sky surges in the river, and the clouds are blocked and the ground is overcast.
Cong Ju shed tears on another day, but she was alone in her boat and tied up with her hometown.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious and anxious.
3. In China's classical poems, for example, "Dao Yi's anvil is brushed back" and "How come ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding"
Dao Yi is interpreted as the folk custom of hanging clothes or cloth in "Moonlit Night on the Spring River". That is, women spread woven cloth on a smooth chopping board and knock it flat with a wooden stick in order to be soft and iron-bonded, so as to cut clothes, which is called "Dao Yi". The sound of the cold anvil pestle, also known as the "cold anvil", often shows the melancholy mood of asking people to leave their wives and their hometown. There are some words in the tune, such as "Dao Lian Zi", which is its original intention. Also, women strike clothes with a pestle to make them clean when washing clothes, which is also called "Dao Yi". Sewing is Wan Li's clothes. "Tang Libai's" Dao Yi Pian ":"Blow the grate with the flowers, and Dao Rong's clothes to the bright moon at night. "The third part of Midnight Wu Ge:" a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding, and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass, He Liping, Hu Qian, and my husband come back from the long campaign!? " Song Liyu's "Dao Lian Zi Ling" reads: "It's a double ninth festival, and there are several anvil pestles urging." Song Hezhu's "Dao Lian Zi" reads: "The anvil is bright, the pestles are loud, and the clothes are filled with tears."
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4. Poems about Daoyi
Daoyi Poems [Southern Dynasties] Xie Huilian
Hengji is not flooded. Luck is like a rush. Bai Lu zi yuan ju Autumn wind falls on the court. Sususha chicken feather. Fierce cold crying. The evening is cloudy and empty. The moon is bright and the boudoir is bright. Beauty gives up clothes. The high anvil of the end ornament rings. The long pestle mourned. Slightly fragrant sleeves. Double problems of light sweat dyeing. Wan su has become. The gentleman did not return. Cut the barnyard grass with a knife. Sew for Wan Li. The surplus is from my spare hand. Once you are silent, you can open it. The belt must be in the past. I don't know what's right and wrong.
always in my heart's work "Dao Yi" is also famous. Zhong Rong's "Poetry" volume says: "Although the works of" Autumn Huai "and" Dao Yi "are full of spirits and sharp thoughts, why should they be added?" He also commented on it as a "five-word warning strategy." Dao Yi is a very common theme in Tang Dynasty's works. Huilian's work not only appeared earlier, but also showed its modality, which is worthy of Zhong Rong's appreciation.
listening to the clothes at night, Jin Cao Pi
Cold prospers the imperial concubine, while beautiful women cure the clothes. The winter night is clear and eternal, and the bright moon shines on the hall. Hands are stacked lightly, while the pestle knocks on the anvil ...
Midnight Wu Ge [Li Bai]
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.
and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!.
Dao Yi Du Fu
also knows that he will not return, so he will try to clear the anvil in autumn. It's near the bitter cold month, and the situation is long. It's better to say that you are tired of smashing clothes. Exhausted boudoir strength, you listen to the empty voice.
Listen to the anvil in the moonlight. Liu Changqing
The night is quiet and the cold city is covered. Where does the anvil clear? The sound of pounding the autumn moon, heartbroken Lu Longshu. If you don't have a recruiter, you will be worried about the frost.
I smell Du Xunhe in the Tang Dynasty in the autumn night
The desolate guest house sleeps in autumn, and every family in the anvil pestle makes the moon bright. Not as good as Bashan listening to apes, there are no worries in the three voices.
Moonlit Night on the Spring River [Zhang Ruoxu] (excerpt)
The curtain of Yuhu can't be rolled up, but it is brushed back on the anvil.
at this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that China will shine on you every month.
the moonlight shines into the boudoir, but the bead curtain rolls it away; The moonlight shines on the anvil, brushed it off and started again.
Appreciation of the long poem Moonlit Night on a Spring River focuses on five things: spring, river, flowers, moon and night. Here are two famous sentences that describe moonlight. It does not describe the moonlight in isolation, but uses it to contrast people's thoughts and feelings. "In the shade of a jade door" and "on the anvil of a garment" make people feel that there is a young woman who misses recruiting people. Whether she is alone in a boudoir or making cold clothes for recruiting people, the moonlight is closely accompanying her, and it can't be swept away and brushed back, suggesting that this young woman has never been able to get rid of the suffering of lovesickness. These two poems are vivid, beautiful in sound and emotion, and artistic.
5. Poem about Dao Yi
Time: Tang Author: Feng Yansi
Wind brings cold, autumn is just right, cymbidium grows old for no reason. Clouds linger, trees cling to each other, and people never return.
With the help of Zhu Ge, it's not only sad. The moon rises in the east, the geese fly in the south, and the clothes are smashed at night.
Midnight Four Seasons Song: Qiu Ge
Date: Tang Author: Li Bai
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!.
Time of
Song Author: Yan Jidao
After leaving the West Building, the wind is cold in Gao Lu, but the moon is clear. Fei Hong Ying Li 3231313335323631343133231363533e 59b9e7ad9431333361326237, outside the anvil, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.
at this time, the mountains are heavy and the waters are far away, so there is no way to levy the western expedition. The soul of the golden boudoir dreams of wasting Ding Ning and searching for a short pavilion.
Time: Tang Author: Wang Changling
The Moon is shining in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Changxin Palace, and His Royal Highness Zhaoyang is pounding clothes. The white dew hall is full of weed marks, the red Luo Zhang in the deep love.
Winter Five Lakes Pavilion Water Pavilion Farewell
Time: Tang Author: Du Mu
The reeds fly everywhere, but the rain is faint only by the virtual threshold. The leaves of the cold forest fall out of the nest, and the ancient waves are high and the fish boats are thin.
the cloud holds four mountains all day long, and when will the grass shortage return? Jiangcheng is in a hurry to the east wind, and half of the homesickness smells the clothes.
Lonely Sleeping
Date: Tang Author: Cui Jue
After years of conscription and defense, it is full of affection. Flowers fly in the brocade, and the moon falls on the edge of the clothes.
the lamp is sitting alone, and the bed is empty and lonely. Since you went to the three seas, the jade box closed the spring string.
Yanggudian
Time: Tang Author: Cen Can
The pear leaves are red in the guest house, and the clothes are smashed next door. I have a dream when I come at night, and I miss home when I fall in tears.
Luoshui is about to run out, and Lushan is getting worse. Chang' an is only a thousand miles away, so what's the news?
Time: Song Author: Zhang Lei
The leaves of the trees are under the pavilion, and the Chongyang is near, and it is autumn again. But my melancholy thoughts linger in my heart. white at the temples, even if I put the chrysanthemum in my head at will, the flowers should feel humiliated. The sky was late, and looked straight to the spot, the deep red Polygonum Persicaria orientalis that blossomed at the water's edge. The grass is cooing, the setting sun is silent, and the wild goose lies across the Nampo, and the man leans on the west wing.
does Yu Rong know if she is safe? Incense lettering * * * brocade, two leisurely. Can only blank resentment at that time when the scattered white clouds, bluebird in it. You are vexed in the wind, a heart, two leaves eyebrows, how can you bear the sorrow? Love can not be said, can only pay with the east river.
Time: Song Author: Xie Yi
It's cold and autumn in Muluojiang, and the wind blowing in the hat is light. The sound of smashing clothes outside Danfeng Building. Climbing high and looking far, the mountain shadows and geese are horizontal.
The exposure to the yellow chrysanthemum in the palace is shallow, while the smoke in cornus is red and light. Who gets drunk before you? Wine perfumed the face, and the sunset broke.
Time of
Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
Going back to the saddle still wants to wander, and adversity is hard to get rid of. People say that wine is a worry-relieving thing, and it bears the burden of gold after illness. When I was working on clothes, I felt sad and drum up my feelings.
the distant forest is shaking and the evening wind is sad, but the wild shop is still open. Affection is only the shadow in front of the lamp, accompanied by this Weng, go and come together. The master of the anti-brigade asked each other, and this time it is as old as before.
6. Poems containing "smashing clothes"
1. Blowing the grates with flowers at dawn, smashing clothes at night to the bright moon.
2. a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier. He Riping Hu Qian, and my husband come back from the long campaign!?
3. The anvil surface is bright and the pestle sounds neat, and the tears and ink on the clothes are stamped.
4. The high anvil rings, and the long pestle wails. Slightly fragrant sleeves, lightly sweated and dyed double questions (forehead). Now that Wan Su has been made, the gentleman has not returned. Cut with barnyard grass knife, sewing for Wan Li clothes.
5. It's Chongyang approaching again, and the anvil pestle is ringing everywhere.
6. The deep courtyard is quiet, the alley is empty, and there is intermittent cold anvil and intermittent wind. Unfortunately, people can't sleep for a long time at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain
7. Under the oblique moon and in front of the north wind, thousands of anvil are trying to wear it. Don't sleep hard for the sake of smashing clothes, break the night like a year.
8. The curtain of Yuhu can't be rolled up, but it can be brushed back on the anvil.
9. The desolate guest house sleeps in autumn, and the anvil pestle makes the moon bright. Not as good as Bashan listening to apes, there are no worries in the three voices.
1. When the night is quiet and the cold city is covered, where will the anvil be cleared? The sound of pounding the autumn moon, heartbroken Lu Longshu. If you don't have a recruiter, you will be worried about the frost.
That's all I found ...
7. What's the meaning of smashing clothes anvil
smashing clothes poems ①
Wen Zisheng
Chang 'an City has a long mid-autumn night, and
a beautiful woman's golden stone is smashed into yellow ②.
fragrant pestle anvil knows the distance,
how bleak it is to pass the sound.
Tanabata is a long river, and
Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moonlight.
the geese are waiting for you at the edge of the river.
Looking at Sirius on the balcony of Yuanyang ⑤
⑤ This poem is written about thinking about a woman's clothes on an autumn night and missing her husband. The artistic conception is beautiful, with seven words and five words alternating, and the tone is long and endless. Pouring clothes, in ancient times, the material was thick and hard, and it had to be pounded soft on the pounded stone with a wooden pestle before sewing. (2) Brocade stone: namely "Zhen Zhen" in the next sentence, an anvil stone with beautiful patterns. Anvil, stone. Liuhuang: A variegated silk fabric. (3) Tanabata: refers to the night when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossed the river on July 7th. Long River: Galaxy. ④ Yeē w ē ng choke: Juyongguan, in the northwest of Changping County, Beijing. Wild goose: refers to the news cut off. Hou Yan, geese are migratory birds, flying south in autumn, so the clouds. ⑤ Sirius: the name of the stars. The ancients thought that this star was hidden from the main battle.
Also, the following two poems use the same technique to describe the sad and beautiful artistic conception of Sifu's smashing clothes on an autumn night.
Xiao Yan's poem "Dao Yi Anvil"
It's easy to talk about things. Farewell to the sun of the river. Meditation is a bad way to go. Like a dream in an empty bed. It's both Dan and green. Only then did I know that Wan Su was injured. Under zhongzhou muye. The border town should be frosted early. The yin worm is fierce day by day. The grass in the courtyard is yellow. It's a clear night in the golden wind. The bright moon hangs in the bridal chamber. Madden with a maid of honor. Help me straighten my clothes. Mourning the autumn anvil. Light Luo Feiyu's wrist Weak emerald and low red makeup. Zhu Yanri has become popular. It's a bright color. Smash a bandit stone. Wencheng is a pair of mandarin ducks. Hold the gold knife. Smoked with such as Lanfang. The ritual is long gone. Hold this to send to the cold hometown. Who cares about my body? Thinking of you is bitter in the intestines.
Dao Yi Shi
Xie Huilian Dynasty: North and South
There was no flooding in the balance of discipline.
luck is like a rush.
Bailuzi Garden Chrysanthemum.
autumn wind falls in court.