1. to vice-prefects li and wang degraded and transferred to xiazhong and changsha Tang Gao Shi
what are you thinking as we part from one another, pulling in our horses for the stirrup-cups?.
do these tear-streaks mean Wu Valley monkeys all weeping, or wildgeese returning with news from Heng Mountain?.
on the river between green maples an autumn sail grows dim, there are only a few old trees by the wall of the White God City.
but the year is bound to freshen us with a dew of heavenly favour, take heart, we shall soon be together again!.
2. "Two Poems on the Embankment" Tang Wang Changling
In Qin Dynasty, the moon was closed in Han Dynasty, but the people on the Long March were not returned.
But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
after the battle, it was cold in the moonlight.
The drums and drums on the city head are still ringing, and the blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet.
3, "on meeting a messenger to the capital" Don Cen Can
There is a long road to the east of the old garden, and the double-sleeved dragon bell cries.
I'll meet you immediately without paper and pen, and I'll report my peace with your message.
4. Guan Shanyue Tang Li Bai
the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements.
china marches its men down Baideng Road, while Tartar troops peer across blue waters of the bay.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again.
Garrison the border town, and think of home, with wistful eyes.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest.
5, "Join the Army" Don Yang Jiong
The bonfire shines in Xijing, and his heart is uneven.
tooth Zhang said phoenix que, and iron rode around Longcheng.
flags are painted in the dark snow, and the wind is noisy with drums.
it is better to be a centurion than a scholar. 2. What are the poems that describe "horn sound"
1. "to vice-prefects li and wang degraded and transferred to xiazhong and changsha" Tang Gao Shi what are you thinking as we part from one another, pulling in our horses for the stirrup-cups?.
do these tear-streaks mean Wu Valley monkeys all weeping, or wildgeese returning with news from Heng Mountain?. Autumn day on the river Acer serrulatum sails far away, the white emperor Baidicheng edge of the yellow river is sparse.
but the year is bound to freshen us with a dew of heavenly favour, take heart, we shall soon be together again!. 2. "Two Poems on the Embankment" When Tang Wang Changling was in the Qin Dynasty, the moon was closed in the Han Dynasty, but the Long March was not returned.
But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. The general just got into the white jade saddle of BMW to battle, the battle after the end of the battlefield only bleak moonlight.
The drums and drums on the city head are still ringing, and the blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet. 3, "on meeting a messenger to the capital" Don Cen Can's hometown is a long way to go, and the double-sleeved dragon bell tears.
I'll meet you immediately without paper and pen, and I'll report my peace with your message. 4. Guan Shanyue Don Li Bai the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements. That year, Han soldiers pointed to baideng mountain road, Tubo coveted Qinghai vast territory.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again. The garrison soldiers looked into the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. 5, "Join the Army" Don Yang Jiong's bonfire shines in Xijing, and his heart is uneven.
tooth Zhang said phoenix que, and iron rode around Longcheng. The colors were darkened by the heavy snow; The wind howled, and the drums beat.
it is better to be a centurion than a scholar. 3. About the ancient red poem
1, The Red Peony In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei was
green, gorgeous, leisurely and quiet, and his red dress was shallow and deep.
the flower heart is broken, and the spring scenery is intimate.
Translation: The green leaves of the red peony are quietly spreading, and the colors of the red peony are rare and dark. In the face of withering, peony is heartbroken. Do you know what peony thinks?
2, "Red Plum" Wang Shipeng in Song Dynasty
The peaches and plums are not jealous of each other, and their looks are different.
it's still snowy and frosty, but it's not very red.
Don't be jealous of me, Prunus mume. Prunus mume and Prunus mume bloom differently. Hongmei has experienced a snowstorm, and there are traces of snow on her body. It still doesn't admit that its color is very red.
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it's raining in the middle of the night on the plane tree leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
I keep a residual lamp alone. It is almost burnt out. It is getting cold at first, and autumn air fills the tapestry and the silver screen. In the third watch, the rain drops on the phoenix tree, and every leaf makes a sound, which is a sad sound of parting.
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the wine in the west building is covered with snow, and the spring shirt in Nanyuan is breezy.
Translation: Poems were inscribed all over the fragrant patterned red paper, and most of the poems were sent to an old lover. I only remember that when the West Building advised her to drink, she hung down like snow, and when Nanyuan sang and danced, her spring shirt fluttered like a breeze.
5, "Fisherman's Harvesting the Dragon Rod Falling in the Bright Red" In Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde
Harvesting the Dragon Rod Falling in the Bright Red, and Qiu Qiuning cut the hibiscus.
At sunset, the fisherman put away his fishing rod and prepared to go home. Even the autumn wind is gentle and refuses to let the lotus wither. The misty water, the fisherman leisurely, listening to the melody of piccolo, was blown into the depths of the reed flower swing by the autumn wind. 4. Poems about red
Poems about "red" 1. Why should it be light blue and deep red (Song Li Qingzhao, Partridge Sky) 2. The wind is dark red (Tang Du Mu, Sighing Flowers) 4. The back of the house is full of red (Song Lou Key, " The dew dyed scarlet is not dry (Song Luyou's Miscellaneous Poems on a Small Garden in Spring) 8. The leaves are somewhat red and yellow (Song Li Gou's Mourning in Autumn Night) 9. The leaves are somewhat red and yellow (Song Li Gou's Mourning in Autumn Night) 1. The wash is more red and lighter (Don Lihe's Mourning in Red). Not even a little deep red (Song Zhang Lei's Two Poems) 14. Slightly reddish, not deep (Tang Liu Jian's Begonia Flower) 15. Slightly reddish, not deep (Song Liu Jian's Begonia Flower) 16. Violent wind falls deep red (Song Zhao Shunsun's Jian Hui Yin). I love true red most (Song Shu Yuexiang's "Tongzheng Zhongfu Zhetong Butterfly") 2. Guifei's wine is red (Song Zhang Mingzhong's "Rose") 21. The poet Mo Jing is crimson (Song He Zhu's "Red Plum in Jianfu Temple") 22. A pair of dental forceps are red (Song Jia Sidao) Spring Luo is lightly stained with vinegar red (Song Yang Wanli, Two Kinds of Peony in Yongji Creek Road, Pink Silk Head) 25, the flower red is easy to be disabled (Song Shi Sizhi, Self-assertion) 26, the skin is red (Tang Qiji, Xie Renhui Dan Yao) 27, and the education is extremely dark red (Tang Cuiyu) Wash more red than light (Song Pan Gemin's "Hugh Washing Red") 31. Wash more red than light (Ming Jing Pianpian's "Hugh Washing Red (Two Poems)") 32. The wind is dark red (Ming Li Zhen's "Poems on Playing the Piano under the Moon (Twenty Poems)") Wang Wei misses when those red berries come in springtime and flushing on your southland branches.
Li Shangyin untitled across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp. Bai Juyi sang a sunset in the river, and half of the river rustled and half of it was red.
Bai Juyi plays pipa in how noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song. And sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears.
Li shangyin, spring rain, there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward. Bai Juyi's everlasting regret song the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away.
Wang Wei's trip to Taoyuan in watching the fresh-coloured trees, he never thinks of distance is to neglect people in Qingxi. Li Bai a message to meng haoran renouncing in ruddy youth the importance of hat and chariot, you chose pine-trees and clouds; and now, whitehaired.
Li Bai went to and, because of all this, my heart is breaking and and I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade. Cen Can, a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home, till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
Li Bai, a Song of Lu Mountain to Censor Lu Xuzhou, and a flush of cloud in the morning sun and whence no flight of birds could be blown into Wu. Kou Zhun chanted about Huashan Mountain and looked back at the low white clouds. Wang Wei, a song of a girl from loyang, on her painted pavilions, facing red towers, cornices are pink and green with peach-bloom and with willow.
Du Fu two for the road in a snow of flying willow-cotton whitening the duckweed, bluebirds find their way with vermilion handkerchiefs. Li Bai's qingping tune, the second one, is red and fragrant, and the sex and rain are heartbroken.
Li shangyin has no title. part one: it is quiet and quiet where your gold lamp dies, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper?. Bai Juyi's harem ci beauty was broken before she was old, and she reclined in the smoking cage and sat down in the Ming Dynasty.
Bai Juyi a suggestion to my friend liu there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove. Zhu Xi's spring day, winning the sun and looking for fragrance can easily recognize the east wind, and all kinds of colors are always spring.
Du Fu a Drawing of a Horse by General Cao At Secretary Wei Feng's House and a pink-agate plate was sent him from the palace, the talk of the court-ladies, the marvel of all eyes. Du Mushan stopped to sit in the love maple forest late, and the frost leaves were red in February.
Han Yushan Stone made brook and mountain green and purple, brightening everything, I am passing sometimes pines and oaks, which ten men could not girdle. Han Yu stopping at a temple on heng mountain i inscribe this poem in the gate-tower Fenqiang Danzhu moves brilliantly, of gods and devils filled the place with patterns of red and blue.
Yuan Zhen Palace, in the faded old imperial palace, peonies are red, but no one comes to see them. Zhang Hu gave my wife a gift to pull out the shadow of the jade hairpin lamp and pluck the red flame to save the moth.
Zhang Hu gathers the Lingtai. One of the oblique sunlight gathers the Lingtai, and the mangrove flowers are blooming. Wei Zhuang Qin Fu Yin Feng side Luan Yan sideburns oblique, red saving Dai folding eyebrows fold.
suddenly, there was red dust outside the door, and I saw the golden drums in the street. He refused to go out of Zhumen, and died under the knife of red powder and balsam.
Xu Hun, inscribed in the inn at tong gate on an autumn trip to the capital, red leaves are fluttering down the twilight, past this arbour where I take my wine. Zhu Qingyu stopped the red candle in the on the eve of government examinations to secretary zhang bridal chamber last night to pay homage to his aunt in front of Xiaotang.
Wang Changling joined the army in the fifth desert, and the wind and dust became dim, and the red flag rolled out of Yuanmen. Du Fu's Qingming gold stirrup went down the mountain late, and his teeth were far from the brothel.
Dai Shulun's lovesick songs are falling red and rushing to the east, and a little heart dies for you. Lin Jie's begging for cleverness, everyone begging for cleverness and looking at the autumn moon, wears tens of thousands of red silk.
Five poems written by Yuan Zhen from Li Si shot at Yan Zhi's cheek in an instant, and a red Su Xuan was about to melt. Red roses are pressing for new times, and the flowers and yarns are tender and dusty.
Du Fu's two embroidered feathers on Qingming Festival are very flattering to him, but I have no chance to ride a bamboo. Du fu's seven quatrains of looking for flowers by the river are quiet in two or three places, and red flowers reflect white flowers.
a cluster of peach blossoms has no owner, lovely deep red and light red. Bai Juyi's Qingming Night is a windy night, and the red porch is a thorn in the historian.
Wang Weishan's residence means that the green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus leaves its clothes behind. Feng Yansi Sauvignon Blanc is full of red branches and green branches. It's always raining and getting up late, so it's a leisurely time.
In Nanzhuang, the capital city of Cui Hu last year, peach blossoms set each other off. Zhang Zhongsu's three poems of Yanzilou (one is a poem about Guan Qi) have been buried in the sword, and the fragrance of tea has disappeared for ten years.
the willows of sauvignon blanc are green and drooping, and the peaches, plums and white flowers are uneven. In Wen Tingyun's painting fan, the spring tree is Yu Jinhong.
Li Shangyin gave the lotus flowers only green lotus and red lotus, and it was naive to open and close them. Lotus and lotus leaf in the long time each other, when lotus leaf falls, the lotus withers away, it is how regrettable ah.
Li Bai's ancient road to the world is full of dangers and difficulties, and he deceives his beauty by day. Sit and watch the flying frost fade away.
the jade is bright red, and the clouds are not plain. Li He's fishing poems catch the red canal in autumn water, and the immortal treats the plain book.
Du Mu Jiang Nanchun's quatrains are thousands of miles long, and the birds sing green and reflect red, and the water village, the mountains, the fruit and the wine flag wind. Du Fu's 12 poems to relieve boredom lead the birds to feed the red fruits, and the friends in the stream get the money to keep the white fish.
the old Beijing has no color, and the red one only knows the sweetness and sourness. Du Mu passed the Huaqing Palace quatrains and laughed when riding a princess in the world of mortals. No one knew it was litchi.
Seventeen songs of Li Bai's Qiu Pu are lit by fire, and red stars are everywhere. Wen Tingyun's Ci about Cherishing the Spring is full of worries about women in Qin Dynasty. 5. Poems about Red
Red Bean Wang Wei
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
Bai Juyi, the palace poet
Tears are exhausted, and the temple sings before midnight.
the beauty is broken before she is old, and she leans back in the fumigation cage and sits in the light.
Cheng Hao in autumn
The clear stream flows over Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn.
three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
Huang Xie-qing, a word from Changshui Bamboo Branch
Silkworm eggs must be taught to sleep for four hours, and fresh branches must be bought when buying mulberry.
Silkworms sleep in the old red boudoir, and the night lights make cocoons.
Zhu Qingyu, on the eve of government examinations to secretary zhang
Last night, a red candle was stopped in the bridal chamber to pay homage to my aunt and uncle.
after putting on makeup, ask my husband in a low voice, is it fashionable to thrush?
Gong Zizhen, Yi Hai's miscellaneous poem
Far away from sorrow, the day is slanting, and the whip refers to the end of the world.
falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.
Don't wait on Yin Shi in Song Dynasty.
Visitors Du Lingbei saw off Hanchuan East.
no matter where you go or live, it's a floating canopy.
in autumn, the temples are white with frost, and the declining face leans on wine red.
don't be homesick, birds are singing and the night wind is noisy.