1, why light blue and deep red (photo by Song Liqing, Zhegutian)
2, the wind falls crimson (Tang Du Mu's "Sighing Flowers")
4. The back of the house is all red (Song Loujian, "Xie Panduan Shu Hui Hong Mei")
5, the more red the spirit after the rain (Liu Yuan Zhong Bing "Linjiang Xianbegonia")
6, tears dew peach heavy (Don Li Jue "Jiuquan")
7, dewdrops dyed scarlet (tour "Spring Garden Miscellaneous Fu")
8, a few red leaves on the yellow leaves (Gou "Autumn Night Leaving Sorrow")
9, a bit of red leaves and yellow leaves (if "Autumn Night Leaving Sorrow")
10, washing red is more than light (Tang Lihe, don't wash red)
1 1, Feng Jiang (Tang Du Mu, Painful Poem)
12, Dynamic Cuining Red Update (Tang, Chunyu)
13, less crimson (Lei's "Two quatrains")
14, light reddish but not deep (Liu Tangjian, Begonia)
15, reddish, not deep (Liu Jianjian, Begonia flower)
16, the wind falls crimson (Shun Sun, Jian)
17, Nanjia Peach Blossom (Nanjia Peach by Tang Yuanzhen)
18, Pu Yuyuan is also a red coffin (Song Lin Jizhong's "Spring Suburb")
19, wandering favorite Zhen Hong (Song Shu Yue Xiang, "Zheng Tong Zhongfu Cai Tongdie")
20, the imperial concubine wine Qin Hong (Zhong Ming "Rose")
2 1, poet Mo Jingjiang (Song, "Red Plum in Piling Jianfu Temple")
22, a pair of pliers, such as red (Song Jia Sidao's "Two Oil Paper Lamps")
23, landing residual red did not fade (Yan "smell cicada")
24. The spring radish is lightly stained with vinegar red (Song Yang Wanli's "Two Kinds of Peony on Yongji West Road, Fan Head")
25, safflower is easy to be disabled (Song Shizhi's "Self-assertion")
26, the skin is red (Qi Tang has "Xie Dan Medicine")
27. Abolish the religion of peerless crimson (Tang Cuilu's "Mountain Lotus")
28. The small garden is still blushing (Song Chenzao's "Send Eight Poems to Cui Shou in Yingzhou")
29, the peach blossom is red and deep (Fu "Li Hua")
30. The more you wash, the redder you become (Song Pan Gemin's "The Redder You Wash")
3 1, wash more red and reduce (Ming Jing Bian Bian, "Hugh Wash Red (Two Songs)")
32, the wind falls deep red (Li Mingzhen's "Playing the piano under the moon (20 songs)")
2. What poems describe "red"? 1, lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and lotus flowers have different colors in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Dawn Jingci Temple Send Linzi Square"
Interpretation: Graceful lotus is in full bloom, and it is particularly bright and bright red under the sunlight.
It is always spring waiting for the east wind. -Zhu's Spring Day.
Interpretation: Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.
3. All sounds follow your heart, and bloom is red and purple. -Ouyang Xiu's "Thrushcross Birds"
Commentary: When I came to the Woods, I saw thrush birds flying freely on the branches full of red, purple and purple mountain flowers, and heard them singing happily with their hearts on the high and low treetops.
4. Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless. -Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion
Interpretation: Red flowers are full of trees, green hills are faint, and the sky is already west. The vast countryside, green grass, can not see the edge.
5. The boat on both sides of the flying flower is red, and the wind on the baili fish embankment is half a day. -Chen's Road in the City
Interpretation: vilen on both sides of the strait is full of colorful flowers, dancing with the wind, and even the sails seem to be stained with a faint red. Sail along the downwind, along the elm-covered embankment, and walk for half a day to a place hundreds of miles away from Beijing.
6. Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower -Song, Li Qingzhao, Zhetian.
Interpretation: You don't need the red and blue colors of famous flowers. Osmanthus fragrans is light and fragrant, which should be the best.
7. The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches. -Tang and Du Mu's Painful Poems
Interpretation: The wind and rain changes in nature caused the flowers to wither. Spring has passed, green leaves are lush and fruits are numerous. This is almost the harvest season.
8. Populus davidiana is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are Man Chun-Magnolia by Song Qi.
Interpretation: Green willows dance lightly in the morning fog, pink apricots bloom and spring is full.
9, the flute is unheard of, and the red flag goes straight to Tianshan snow. -Chen Yu's "Join the Army"
Commentary: I heard the flute far away, but I couldn't see anyone. I planted the red flag in the snow above Tianshan Mountain.
10, Qianliying sings green and reflects red, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine is the flag wind. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Interpretation: Birds sing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of waterside villages.
3. The poem 1 describes the red color, Lan Ju, Nanxiangzi, and the waterline is open, competing to pick lotus flowers with rattan cages.
Go back to the depths of the pond, meet each other from a distance, invite them to dinner, and there is green wine (branch, level tone, wine vessel, round, with a capacity of four liters) on the red surface. 2. Nanxiangzi leans against the green ant red snail and invites the female backup singer.
Summer boat light waves, casual games, soaked litchi red. In the evening, the red sun in Huanxisha reached three feet high, and the golden furnace added incense to the beast for the second time, and the red brocade lichen wrinkled with the step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can play flute and drum. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall.
Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk.
Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. What's more, broom hairpin, pink noodles, flowers meet temporarily.
Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people.
Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. What's more, wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak.
Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy.
Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. Xiao Yue, the migratory warbler, fell down, and Sue was speechless and leaned back on the pillow.
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard.
Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood.
Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. Leave the sleeves (clothes, sound removal and wrapping) dark, and cup deep-spun fragrant mash (old, rising tone and wine) (o, sound removal, dyeing and soaking).
Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing. In the spring before the mulberry pavilion, the red and the heroic are exhausted, and the dance falls.
When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Xie Xinen's cherry blossoms fall at the end of the stage, like a bed leaning on a fumigation cage.
Much like last year today, hate is the same. Clouds gaunt, tears red.
Where do you miss each other? Screen window drunk in a dream. Xie Xinen, Ran Ran and Qiu Guang can't stay long, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It's the Double Ninth Festival again, landing on the pavilion and fragrant dogwood. Purple bow gas, floating in the courtyard, rain at night in the smoke cage.
Brave brave new swallow's cold voice, worried about similar age. In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Feng Yansi is leaking air at the beginning of the night, and people are dying. Parrots sleep, flies hum and the west wind is cold.
Red candle, half a game of chess, painting Hirayama green on the bed. Money (level tone, "ten thousand", lifted, lifted) embroidered, leaning on the seven strings, with tears in his eyes.
Throw the ball and sit in the tall building of Qian Shan, and the geese fly in autumn. The burning red candle glows at dusk, drifting away from the blue road and the golden well.
Thousands of miles away, I still remember the party last night. Ball throwing music frost accumulates in autumn mountains, and bamboo slips are hung on the curtains upstairs.
White clouds hate far away, yellow grass smoke deep wind. Like Liangzhou opera, whose jade emperor is played.
Throw the ball and climb the white jade cup without complaint, and the dogwood opens slightly. Pond water-cooled mandarin ducks, curtain smoke cold jade.
Don't put the red candle back before it burns. Picking mulberry seeds makes people go home, leaving the red chamber alone.
Clouds gather on the moon, and half beads hang jade hooks. Get up and check the land, there are new worries everywhere.
Rely on the east flow to take over the centrifuge in Orange Island. In the bridal chamber where mulberry seeds are picked, the curtains are heavy when you go out at midnight.
The slanting moon is hazy, and the flowers are red after the rain. The infinite sadness of the past year is still the east wind.
Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn. Picking mulberry seeds and cherries has made pear flowers, red and white.
Swallows return, and a few wisps of fragrant wind open. How much happiness there is in the world is known, and it is a golden cup.
Tube pharynx string mourning, slowly lead xiao niang dance sleeve back. The small hall of Caisang was quiet, no one came, and the yard was full of spring breeze.
On the east side of the melancholy wall, a cherry tree was dyed red by rain. Trouble is like a drunken dream, and I want to talk about it.
At dusk, Shuang Yan returned to the picture gallery. Sauvignon Blanc is full of red branches and green branches, sleeping late and getting up late is also tired.
Nothing to do, the shadow moves. Recalling the return date, counting the return date, dreaming that although we rarely meet, we know when we will meet.
Nanxiangzi drizzle tears autumn wind, Jin Fenghua residual red. Idle frowning (frowning, dumb, gathering, shrinking) Diane is careless and silent. She knows emotion and loneliness very well.
Jade pillow is lonely, and hatred is as deep as years. Who is drunk in the room with the curtains closed? The gaunt and melancholy Qin Lou powder is in tears.
Bodhisattva is pretty and charming, lying on her pillow and falling into the dream of spring flowers. Red candle tears dry, screen smoke cold.
Jin Hu urged to pull out the arrow, and Yu Pei was far away. Try strict makeup with tears in your eyes, and plum blossoms will bloom with frost.
Bodhisattva sings in the west wind, and pedestrians are far away in autumn. The flowers and leaves are frosty and red, and the warblers are dying.
Whether the lady in the blue room is here or not is a thousand miles away. The green quilt has lost its fragrance and the dream grows with the cold.
The copper pot of Shoushan Qu began to leak, and the rooster crowed in the air. Push open five golden locks, and the curtain of the three halls is still hanging.
In front of the steps, the royal willows shake green, and under the war, the palace flowers scatter red. Spend a few days in the morning, and the national flag is 100 feet in the spring breeze.
The courtiers dance and worship again, and the holy hand Nanshan will never change. Jump in the spring breeze, put on strict makeup, stop complaining about the spring breeze, and paint the wall Song Jiadong with white powder.
Cymbidium hates green, and peaches and plums have no word red. When Yanyan is in the nest, the curtain rolls, and when Yingying cries, the phoenix building is empty.
Young people are lucky to know where they are and return to their dreams every night. At first, the wind in Kinmen wrinkled a pool of spring water.
In Yuanyang Fragrant Path, clap (o, rising tone, rubbing) red almonds. Duckfighting railing leans alone, and Biyu scratches his head obliquely.
He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling. Zhu Yan should be shocked and haggard every day, and whoever leaves sadness will get it.
Personnel changes, empty regret, pillow for one night only like years old. Tears were three feet red and I was ecstatic when I got married. I'm still awake when I wake up.
Linjiang fairy is cold and red, peach blossoms are floating, and youth is depressed. The curtain of the painting building is light and cold.
After the drinkers dispersed, he leaned against the railing alone. The setting sun is thousands of miles away, and even the grass is fragrant, which makes people sad.
Pei flew back to the sky. Where is abundance? The moon shines at dusk.
A little red lips are shaded by green and reddish, and Meng Qiong lives in Taoyuan. Draw a bridge for the road, near the water for the shore.
The willow path is deep in spring, and it is closed. Without saying a word, he meant to be blown to Lang's side by the wind.
The magpie's six songs are withered near the green trees, and the willow wind is light, showing golden light. Whoever moves a cymbal, a zither and a jade column, petrels fly over the curtain.
Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. Sleeping in silence, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found.
Crane soaring in the sky, Xiao Yue falling, Suyun hanging curtain, silver candle screen window. Building a clock moves a jade rope low, and the palace leaks late.
Spring is shallow, and when I come to Shuang Yan, there are long queues at the beginning of the red sun. I want to stop wearing heavy makeup. I want to fly for thousands of years.
From the spring of sand in Huanxi to the willow in Qingmen, the color is yellow.
4. What are the positive descriptions of ancient poems and sentences described from the side and front?
1, a few plums in a corner, cold ling drives alone. -Wang Anshi's Yongmei
Several plum blossoms in that corner bloom alone in the cold.
2. The moving boat splashed green, and the handle greeted the wind. -Zheng Gu's Lotus Leaf
As the boat sailed forward, the river splashed, the uneven green lotus flowers rippled, leaning against the railing beside the boat, and the wind blew in waves, shaking a lotus leaf and sending a wisp of fragrance.
3, hanging down to drink clear dew, flowing out of sparse tung. -Yu Shinan's Cicada
Cicada hangs down its tentacles like a hat tassel and sucks the sweet dew. The sound comes from the tall branches of buttonwood.
4, chaos is not yet yellow, relying on the east wind will be crazy. -Ceng Gong's "Singing Willow"
The messy willow branches haven't turned yellow yet, dancing wildly under the east wind.
5. Su Heng is more colorful. This flower is really in Yaochi. -Lu Guimeng's Bai Lianhua
Simple and elegant flowers are often deceived by gorgeous flowers. Bai Lianhua should always grow in a jade pond.
Personal data description:
1, overlapping on Yao platform, can't be swept away after several phone calls. -Su Shi's Flower Shadow
The flower shadows on the pavilion are layer after layer, and the children have cleaned them several times, but how can they be swept away?
2, thousands of blows are still strong, insisting that Qingshan does not relax. -Zheng Xie Bamboo Stone
After thousands of years of torture and blows, it is still so strong, whether it is the southeast wind in hot summer or the northwest wind in cold winter, it can bear it and will remain tough and straight.
The fire is back in spring, and Lu Hong shines all night. -Yu Qian's Ode to Coal
The torch lit in harmony is like a huge spring breeze. The flames of the blazing stove pierced the gray night sky.
4, Tian Simi, including blowing empty. -Li Shimin's "Singing Rain"
The willow silk is in a daze, and the drizzle is like a curtain. The wind blows the rain to weave a curtain in the air.
5. Describe the red figurative poet idiom dictionary idiom riddle two-part allegorical sayings idiom story idioms solitaire idiom article Look at the picture and guess the idiom.
Idioms describing red
Idiom Interpretation (click to view detailed explanation)
White Zhu Zhu Zhu: True red. White white, red red. Flowers and trees of different colors
Red skirt wrapped in red skirt: female red decoration; Plain wrap: elegant clothing. Refers to the gorgeous and elegant clothing of women. It is used to describe the beautiful scenery with white snow, red sun and white snow complement each other.
Red mouth and poisonous tongue: fiery red. Describe words as vicious and hurtful.
Red tongue burning city red: fiery red. Red tongue is like fire, enough to burn the city. It is very harmful to slander or spread discord.
Serving the country with a pure heart: fiery red, the metaphor is really pure; Red heart: loyalty; Country of service: country of service. It used to mean serving the emperor faithfully. Now it is also described as loyal to the country.
The stone steps in front of the emperor's temple were painted red and called Danyong.
Tanya Kettanya: the pillar of the house; Raft: a square rafter. The pillars were painted red and the rafters were carved with patterns. Describe the exquisite and gorgeous architecture.
When an old play performs murder on the spot, it paints with red water and pretends to bleed, which is called giving color. Metaphor reveals or shows ugliness in front of everyone.