1. Poems about screen windows
Poems about screen windows 1. Ancient poems about screen windows
Ruan Langgui·Early Summer Author: Su Shi Luhuai Gao Liuyan New cicada.
Xun Feng first entered the string. The water under the blue screen window was filled with smoke.
The sound of chess frightened me into sleeping during the day. After the light rain, the lotuses turn.
The pomegranate flowers are in full bloom. The delicate hand of the jade basin makes clear the spring.
The pearls are broken but round. The Girl Next Door Author: Bai Juyi Pingting is the fifteen-win heavenly immortal, Bairi Chang'e Dry Land Lotus.
Where can I teach parrots to speak, and embroider under the blue screen window in front of the bed? Qi Tianle · Oriole language outside the green gauze window Author: Fang Qianli Oriole language outside the green gauze window, the sound sounds like sadness at the Spring Festival Gala.
The willows on the bank are fluttering, and the flowers in the garden are covered with snow, but they are as flat as shears. The heavy door is still closed.
Look at the wind blowing through the curtains and the waves covering the Xiang mat. I secretly think about my former joy and write poems about my old travels.
There is no news from Linhong. After Menghun’s visit, Guanshan is separated by infinite distance. The guest house is full of melancholy and thoughts, the end of the world is tired, and how many good nights are unfolding.
Leisure and affection are far-reaching. Remember the deep boudoir in the secret pavilion, and the embroidered quilt is recommended.
There is no one around when I wake up, so my eyebrows should be darkened. Recalling Qin'e's silence in autumn.
Outside the green gauze window, someone is playing the flute. Human flute.
On the Tianjin Bridge, I used to hear it. No one knows the palace makeup and jade finger.
The sound of dragon roaring under the water begins to subside. The first breath of sound.
On the moonlit river, there are several peaks of solid green.
2. Ancient poems about screen windows
Ruan Langgui·Early Summer
Author: Su Shi
Green locust trees and high willows swallow new cicadas. Xunfeng first entered the string. The water under the blue screen window was filled with smoke. The sound of chess frightened me into sleeping during the day.
After the light rain, the lotuses turn. The pomegranate flowers are blooming. The delicate hand of the jade basin makes clear the spring. The pearls are broken but round.
The Neighbor's Girl
Author: Bai Juyi
Pingting is the fifteenth immortal, and Chang'e is a dry land lotus in the daytime.
Where can I teach parrots to speak, and embroider under the blue screen window in front of the bed?
Qi Tianle·Orioles are talking outside the green screen window
Author: Fang Qianli
Orioles are talking outside the blue screen window, and the sound is like a sad Spring Festival Gala. The willows on the shore are fluttering, and the flowers in the garden are covered with snow, but they are as flat as shears. The heavy door is still closed. Watch the wind move the sparse curtains and the waves spread the Xiang mat. I secretly think about my former joy and write poems about my old travels.
There is no news from Linhong. After Menghun’s visit, Guanshan is separated by infinite distance. The guest house is full of melancholy and thoughts, the end of the world is tired, and how many good nights are unfolding. Leisure and affection are far away. Remember the deep boudoir in the secret pavilion, and the embroidered quilt is recommended. When I woke up, there was no one around, so I expected my eyebrows to be darkened.
Recalling Qin E
Autumn is silent.
Outside the green gauze window, someone is playing the flute.
Human flute.
On the Tianjin Bridge, I used to hear it.
No one knows about Gongzhuang’s jade finger.
The sound of dragon roaring under the water begins to subside.
The first breath of sound.
On the moonlit river, there are several peaks of solid green.
3. Poems about ‘window’
Miscellaneous Poems Wang Wei
You come from your hometown, so you should know about it.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?
On the night of December 15th, Yuan Mei
The drums became more urgent, and gradually the sound of people died.
Blow out the lamp and the window will be brighter, the moon will shine and the snow will fall all day long.
Early Summer by Zhu Shuzhen
The swaying bamboo shadows cover the quiet window, and birds make noisy noise at sunset.
Xie Que’s begonias are flying away, and the weather is getting better day by day.
After the Rain, Wang Anshi
The sweetness of the rain washes away the world, and the southern acres of the eastern suburbs comfort the face.
The earth hopes that the merits of the new year will be returned to others, and the sky will bring business to the world.
The stars are in the sky, the wind and thunder are quiet, and it is cool to sit in the pillow under the window of the pavilion.
Who knows how to advance or retreat like floating clouds, and then return to the mountain after falling into the rain.
4. Poems about windows
How can I cut off the candles on the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
From now on, I will listen to the gentle rhyme through the quiet window. , the sound of the piano always accompanies the scholar
On the wind-covered couch, chess players are invited to sit outside the rainy window
At the spring dawn, the north window is opened, and the flying swallows are so frivolous
Where can I see the stone window, thousands of people leaning against the clear sky
The small window is dressing up
The forbidden locks are green and the music is leaking at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, and the official window is red and short for Go
The clear shadow of the bamboo shakes and covers the quiet window. The birds make noisy sunset in two or two hours
The water flows in the mouth, and the moon shadow hangs towards the window
How can I cut the candle from the west window and say nothing about Bashan? When it rains at night
The spring breeze is warm on my pillow by the north window, and I read the Vyasa books
At the end of the year, I talk about my pride by the north window, and the grapes are scattered in the shade of the bed.
Lying alone on the south window couch, leisurely in my fifties and sixties
In order to ask the generals of the city of fire, how can I know by listening to the window in the cloud house.
The reflection of the floating clouds moves through the window gap, and the falling wood roars back. House Mountain
The wind is nine-channel yellow, and it is cool to sit by the south window
The imperial edict is He Lili, the woman is the window weaver
The Qinchuan girl weaving brocade in the machine, blue yarn Like smoke whispering through the window
The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight outside the window, and the strings are playing sign language and playing the zither
I haven’t returned home for several springs, and I see cherry blossoms through the jade window
The flowers are bright and jade is covered with snow, and the leaves are warm and golden window smoke
The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu
At this time, the deep boudoir, the sun shines through the screen window< /p>
The high window overlooks the outer suburbs, and the autumn mountains rise at dusk
The autumn sun shines in the exquisite window
The windows are filled with the sound of mosquitoes, and fireflies circle the roof beams
< p> A precious horse with a golden saddle and a carved saddle, orchid window with embroidered pillars and a jade dragonHolding your knees in front of the window to watch the sunset rabbit, listening to the rooster in the empty room
The sound of birds outside the window is leisurely. The former tiger has a kind heart
You can see thousands of miles from the pillow, and see thousands of rooms through the window
The Ruan family wears clogs under the bed and a bamboo stick in front of the window
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