Ancient poems about "companionship"

He Xinlang Summer Scene

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.

Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.

jade

Tang Dynasty: Li Qiao

After Wei, Liancheng wants to go to Qin. Luo Yang is Zhao Yan's companion and a beautiful woman. ?

Fang Shui Qing Hong Mei, Chang Shan Xin. Just to understand, I don't meet Chu.

golden

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

The ancient meaning of Chang 'an

Tang Dynasty: Lu

Chang' an street is even more narrow and oblique, with green cows and white horses.

The jade chariot crosses the main place, and the golden whip flows to Hou's house.

The dragon bears the morning sun, and the phoenix spits the morning glow.

A hundred feet of gossamer is fighting around the tree, and a group of charming birds are singing flowers.

There are thousands of colors on the side of butterflies and thousands of colors on the silver platform of green trees.

Passing through the window is acacia, and the double que is even hung with phoenix wings.

Liang Jia's painting pavilion ascended to heaven, and the golden stem of Han Emperor was straight outside the cloud.

I don't know each other in front of the building.

Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time.

If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.

The eyes of a pair of mandarin ducks are really enviable, but I can't see you if you go twice.

I hate to embroider lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can get double colors from the curtains.

Shuang Yan flies around the painted beam, full of tulips.

Clouds, cicadas and temples, the first month is yellow.

The crow is yellow and white, and the posture is different.

Demon boy BMW iron even money, prostitute panlong golden knee.

Master Yu, crying at night, Ting Wei wants to live.

Zhucheng has a faint jade road, but there is no golden embankment in the distance.

Flying eagle with bullets in northern Ling Du, exploring pills to borrow guests from Weiqiao West.

Have invited the knight-errant lotus sword, * * * live in prostitutes' home.

Prostitutes wear purple clothes at dusk and their songs are full of breath.

People in the North Temple are like a moon every night, while people in the South Temple ride like clouds.

Nanmo Beitang is connected with Beili, and five plays and three essays control three cities.

Weak willows hang down to the ground, and good spirits rise in the dark sky.

In the Han Dynasty, Wu Jinqian took a jade carving of the Tu Su Nautilus Cup.

Luo Yan's treasure belt is for you, and Zhao Dance is for you.

Don't expect anything, don't give in the next day.

The spirit comes from irrigation and drainage, and dictatorship can't tolerate small items.

Autocracy is heroic, and young people sit in the spring breeze.

For thousands of years, he has been singing and dancing, boasting of arrogance and extravagance.

Festival scenery does not treat each other, mulberry fields need to change rapidly.

In the past, Bai Yutang was to be no.1. Today, only Song Qing is here.

Lonely and lonely, Yangziju, a book a year.

The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair flies around attacking people.

Five Poems of Thinking (4)

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.