2. You deserve the strength of cinnabar, and your spring hair is new. -Wang Jian's "Giving Weng"
3. The blue frost is new and slippery, and Baochai tends to lose her hair. -Bai Juyi's "Journey to the Stone Man"
Fang Ze has nothing to say, and is rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. -"Luo Shen Fu"
5. Picking lotus in Qingjiang River is late. -Feng Yansi's "Bodhisattva Man, Shake the bun"
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. -Du Fu's Moonlit Night
7. In the middle of the night, the wind blows snow all over the steps, and the window is opened without a headscarf. The southern branch is dark and fragrant under the moon. -Bai Yuchan's "The Second Rhyme Zeng Zhang Tan Mei"
8. I have been in the army since I was a child. The hair on the raw edge is vertical, and the hair on the bone is light. War horses are as precious as life, and nod swords are famous. Drunk, often scolding and sitting. -Gao Zhu "Li Jiang"
9. Last year, Chongyang was full of worries, and this year it is still sighing. The hedge chrysanthemum only smiles, but it can't help falling in the mirror. The cool breeze fell on Gongnanmu again, and the old goose sang Hanbei Prefecture solo. Such a year can be missed, and poetry can be sorted out and written with new worries. -Chen's Double Ninth Festival
10. Qi Mei's wife Weng Gui is also very virtuous. My sister-in-law has a beautiful face. The hair is messy and the bun is biased. Love stands at the helm. -Wang Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
2. The poem describing hair is Untitled by Li Shangyin.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
Du Mu in Ancient Palace
The first emperor is gone forever, and Hongyun is heartbroken.
Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
Shichong Cao Ye
Thirty-six ladies-in-waiting, each with a bun like a crow.
Hehuang Dumu
Although the shepherd drives the horse, he is obedient and white-haired and obedient.
Du Xunhe, a widow in the mountains.
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
To Xi Weng Wang Jian
You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.
Injured spring Chen
Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
Liu Kezhuang from Beilai.
Desolate old Beijing woman, makeup bun is still xuanhe.
Wen, a singer from the south, wore a low bun and rolled his eyebrows.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
The jade Zheng is not fully played, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
Shake the oars into a bun, and pick lotus leaves in Qingjiang late.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Shanpo mutton master Wang
Yun Song's bun, sweet and warm, covered the sweet boudoir and hurt the spring sleep.
3. Take hair as a poem, arrange clouds and temples with windows, and paint the mirror yellow (Mulan Ci)
It is so high in the city. Four directions are higher than one night (the source of ancient poetry)
I used not to comb my hair, but it hung over my shoulders and stretched out on Lang's knees. What's not pathetic?
From ancient times to the present, no matter how thick the lines are, there are always too many concerns about the hair that is homophonic with "love". Just look at the verbs that describe combing your hair: pulling, sticking, pulling, and all kinds of hair styles: coiled hair style, Qiu Chan hair style, Wonuo hair style, Fuyun hair style, Feng Fei hair style ... There are so many beautiful names, which record a lot of annoying feelings. No wonder ancient literati advanced and retreated in the mood of "reading Taoist books casually and combing their hair under the crystal curtain". Even if she is as brave as Mulan, she has done a lot in the army on behalf of her father 12 years. The first task when she returns home is to "be a window manager and paint the mirror yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women. When their lover leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and let him take it away. Moreover, after parting from you, they gave up on themselves spontaneously: "from the east of my uncle, I am like a flying canopy;" Without ointment, who is suitable for it? "People who like themselves are not around, even their hair is messy, and they are too lazy to comb.
4. Poems about "hair", white hair, three thousands of feet, everlasting regret. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan Shenlang's knee, where is it not pitiful?
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb.
Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
Endless desire
A wisp of cloud, a wisp of jade, a thin shirt and a pair of light snails.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun.
If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
Pusaman
I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, wanting to rest and wait for the green hills to rot. Fish scales floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely.
During the day, Beidou returns to the south and cannot rest. It will clear up after midnight.
5. Poetry 1 has something to do with hair. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. -Du Fu
2, hair combed thousands of times, fine lines. Raising young cranes makes the seeds high and loose. Baishi stayed up all night, and the cold spring was exhausted. Never leave the hiding place where the world meets. -Tang Jiadao's Taoist in the Mountain
3, the jade piano is not completely played, and the phoenix bun is off.
4. The lone minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
5, holding Qingyun to bully indigo, eyebrows like a knife.
6, holding dark clouds, eyebrows bent crescent; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. The temples are like dark clouds, and the hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, the cardamom is still fragrant, and it is suspected that the peach blossoms are just beginning to bloom.
8, the eyebrows sweep the tender willows in early spring; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
9. Weng Cong's wife in Qi Mei is also very virtuous. My sister-in-law has a beautiful face. The hair is messy and the bun is biased. Love stands at the helm. -Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
6. Ancient poems about hair
1, her dark hair smells like mist, and her shoulders are cold. -Du Fu
2, hair combed thousands of times, fine lines. Raising young cranes makes the seeds high and loose. Baishi stayed up all night, and the cold spring was exhausted. Never leave the hiding place where the world meets. -Tang Jiadao's Taoist in the Mountain
3, the jade piano is not completely played, and the phoenix bun is off.
4. The lone minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
5, holding Qingyun bullying, eyebrows like a knife.
6, holding dark clouds, eyebrows bent crescent; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. The temples are like dark clouds, and the hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, the cardamom is still fragrant, and it is suspected that the peach blossoms are just beginning to bloom.
8, the eyebrows sweep the tender willows in early spring; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
9. Weng Cong's wife in Qi Mei is also very virtuous. My sister-in-law has a beautiful face. The hair is messy and the bun is biased. Love stands at the helm. -Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
10, striking. I woke up tired of embroidery. What a good pulse, it dries up before dawn and clings like a willow.
7. Poems describing "hair" What are the poems describing "hair": 1? "Song of Autumn Pu" Tang Li Bai's white hair is three thousands of feet, and his sorrow is like a long beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. 2. "How low the South Gezi lies in the comb bun" Tang Wenting sleeps in the comb bun, and Lian Juan scans her eyebrows.
I have been thinking about you all day. Fatigue is king, when flowers bloom.
The nameless temple is like a dark cloud, and its hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, cardamom is still fragrant, and it is like the beginning of peach.
4. "Moonlight Night" Don Dufu is far away in Fuzhou. She is watching the moonlight, alone from the bedroom window. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
5. "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Song Sushi's return to a river, a romantic figure through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
1. autumn song translation: white hair is long because of sad mood. I wonder who is the white-haired man in the mirror? Appreciation: Autumn frost is white, representing its white hair. Seemingly repetitive but not repetitive. There is a sad and haggard emotional color that transcends the word "white" of white hair.
"I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really unknown, nor is it because I don't know that I asked "where". These two sentences are not questions, but angry words and bitter words.
Poetic eyes are on the word "de" in the next sentence. Where did you get so worried? The word "de" goes straight to the exclusion and oppression suffered by the poet for half his life; I don't know why I'm worried about my white hair and autumn frost on my temples. I feel it personally! Li Bai has the ambition of "striving for his talents, willing to help him" and the ideal of "making the atlas area big and the sea county clear" (see Dai Shoushan's Answer to Meng Shaofu's Book for details). Despite his repeated setbacks, his ambition is not fade away.
When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties, and his ambition had not been realized. When he was old, he had to suffer doubly. Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a solitary chant of "Three thousands of feet with White Hair" occurred, which made the world's future generations know their grief and indignation, and the legendary sentence is a must.
2. Translation of "How low is the comb bun in the South Geziwo": At this time, the heroine naturally misses her lover more strongly, and it is no wonder that she is "tired for the king". The "haggard" woman's face was once set off by the poet with "flowers", which formed a strong contrast: the beautiful woman's face was haggard day by day by acacia, flower of life withered and withered, and the flowers of nature bloomed everywhere, conveying a vibrant spring.
Appreciation: This poem about love in a boudoir is about the unforgettable thoughts of a boudoir woman for her lover. The words are short and pithy, but the deep and delicate love of women is extremely profound and exciting.
3. Anonymous translation: sideburns are like dark clouds, hands are like pointed bamboo shoots, and cardamom is still fragrant, like the beginning of peach. The sideburns are like dark clouds, the hands are like pointed bamboo shoots, and the "cardamom" is still fragrant, like a peach blossom.
Appreciation: The whole poem describes the state of women's hair and hands in a beautiful style. Expressed the poet's deep affection for his lover.
The moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round tonight. If you miss your wife, you can only watch it alone. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? It is a certain moonlight, let the moonlight dry our tears silently.
Appreciation: The poem is unique, which means that by imagining the scene that his wife misses him, the poet shows his feelings of missing his wife more deeply, and also expresses his desire for a happy reunion after the war has subsided. 5. The translation of Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia: river of no return, the surging waves wash away all the heroes of the ages.
To the west of Laoying, people say it was the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time. Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, full of heroic spirit.
Wearing a nylon scarf, the hand-rocking feather fan was talking and laughing, and the battleship of the strong enemy burned to ashes. Today, I wandered in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature delivery of white hair.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river. Appreciation: On the whole, the word is magnificent in weather, rich in style and singing high into the clouds, and its grand realm is unprecedented.
The whole article is carefully chosen, but it is also lined with harmonious sentences. Handsome generals and young beautiful women set each other off as an interest, and the thoughts of lofty sentiments and super-broad feelings overlap and turn, making the village harmonious and straight. Especially for the first time, he created a hero image with unprecedented boldness of vision and artistic strength, revealed the author's feelings of being willing to serve the country and being willing to pay, and opened up a new way to express important social themes with ci, which had great influence.
According to Yu Wenbao's record of blowing swords, some people thought that this word must have been sung by a big man from Kansai with a copper pipa and an iron rake. Although they are limited by traditional ideas, they can't help sneering at the new style of Dongpo's ci, but on the other hand, it also shows that the appearance of this word has really had a deafening impact on the ci circle in the Northern Song Dynasty, where the lingering sound is still prevalent.