Poems about the beauty dying 1. Poems about the beauty dying
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Zhu Yingtai's Stay in Spring
Zeng Lian in Qing Dynasty also knew that spring sometimes comes, and spring comes as before. I'm afraid it's just that beauty is dying.
I also know that spring will come, and so will youth. The fear is that people who have done something will gradually get old.
2, "An inch of gold? Lotus
In Qing Dynasty, Peng Sunqi was just across the river, hoping for a good time and a beautiful woman dying. Complaining about acacia, hating and heartless, dreaming of breaking Xizhou Road.
Translation: I just want to pick the diary that I hope to meet each other across the meeting, but people are getting old. Telling the pain of acacia, only hatred and no affection, the dream failed in Xizhou Road.
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Eight Poems in Autumn and the Original Rhyme of Qiu Xiangen's Ministry of Industry
In Qing Dynasty, Xu Nanying rolled the curtain of the west wind and the sunset was oblique, and the beauty was late and separated from the horizon.
The curtain is rolled up and the wind blows, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely, and people are gradually aging away from the horizon.
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Autumn Night
In the Qing Dynasty, the silk tree caressed the bosom friend, and the beauty was sad when she was late.translation: I want to know his news while playing the zitong piano. People are getting old and looking at the grass all over the ground sadly.
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Sweeping Flowers and Reading Miscellaneous Poems of Southern Song Dynasty
In Liu Shipei in Qing Dynasty, there was residual water in the remnant mountains, and birds called the east wind, and cuckoos spread to the south. Prosperous and dark. Cherish the pearl curtain, the beauty is dying.The water left over from the broken mountain, listening to birds chirping in the east wind, cuckoo is flying south. Prosperity is gone. It's a pity that the jade bead curtain and the brocade are gradually aging.
2. Poems that describe the beauty's dying
1. no sad songs for me, I don't know when flowers fall and people die.
—— Interpretation of Cao Xueqin's Poem Burying Flowers: When the spring is over and the beauty is old, no one will pay attention to how the flowers wither and how people die. 2, the beauty is old, and the moment is beautiful.
—— Interpretation of Jin Yong's "Song of the Fairy: Win or Lose": People's faces will grow old in a snap of their fingers, describing that time passes too fast and people are easy to grow old. 3, but the vegetation is scattered, fearing that the beauty will be late.
—— Interpretation of The Songs of Chu Lisao in the Warring States Period: Thinking that the vegetation is constantly falling and withering, I can't help but worry that the beauty will be aging day by day. 4, just across the river, looking forward to the ritual, the beauty is late.
complaining about acacia, hating heartlessly, dreaming of breaking Xizhou Road. -"An inch of gold? Lotus: Peng Sunqi's translation in Qing Dynasty: I want to pick the diary of meeting each other across the meeting, but people are getting old.
It tells the story of lovesickness, with only hatred and no affection, and the dream is lost on Xizhou Road. 5, the curtain rolls west wind and the setting sun is oblique, and the beauty is late.
-"Eight Poems in Autumn and the Original Rhyme of Qiu Xiangen's Ministry of Industry Part Six" Xu Nanying's translation in Qing Dynasty: The curtain of the door rolled up and the wind blew, and the afterglow of the sunset shone obliquely, and people across the world were gradually aging.
3. Ask for some poems about the dying beauty
Pipa Travel: "season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.
till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded.
The pommel horse was neglected in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.
who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea.
and she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water.
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.
four machines, mandarin ducks want to fly together, and the poor old man is white first; Spring waves and green grass, deep in Han Xiao, relatively bathing in red
Xin Qiji, "Touch the Fish":
It is more able to dissipate several storms and rush back in spring. Cherish spring is often afraid that flowers will bloom early, not to mention countless red flowers. Live in spring, and when it comes to it, there is no turning back in the end of the world. Complaining about spring's silence is only diligent, drawing cobwebs on the eaves, and doing everything in Yogyakarta.
Nagato's incident was a mistake. The moth eyebrow was once envied. A thousand dollars buy each other like a gift, but who complains about this situation? Don't dance, don't you see, Yuhuan Feiyan is dusty? Leisure is the most bitter, so don't lean on the dangerous fence, the sun is setting, and the willow is heartbroken.
The beauty is old, and a few frosts are removed in autumn.
no sad songs for me, I don't know when flowers fall and people die.
I also believe that a beautiful woman will eventually make a living, and her dream is too hasty.
Liu Yongsong in Xijiang Moon
The embroidered curtain of the phoenix forehead is high, and the Zhu Hu in the animal ring shakes frequently. Two poles of red sun go to the flower shed. It's hard to sleep in spring.
Dreamy crazy flies with the catkins, and carefree worries are strong, which wins the fragrant mash. It can't be rainy and cloudy. It's too late again.
Su Shi, a fairy song
jade bone, with ice muscles, is cool and has no sweat. The water temple is full of dark fragrance when the wind comes. Embroidered curtains open, a little bright moon peeks at people, people are not sleeping, and the pillows are messy. When I got up with my hand in hand, the family was silent, and I saw the sparse stars crossing the river. How about the night? The night is already midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low. But when will the west wind come, there is no way to secretly change it.
A beautiful woman is apt to be old and sad with white hair, and her hair turns into blood. There is no limit.
I'm afraid of making a mistake, so I caress heptachord and Yang Yinji is lovesick. There are several degrees of spring breeze in the autumn moon, and the beauty flickers and the white hair changes into blue hair. If you open your mouth late, you will be afraid of getting in the way, and you will be sad with your four fingers. The flowing water has gone by in a hurry, but the peach blossoms are still there, and the hair on the temples is frosty as snow
4. Ask for some poems about the beauty's dying. Ancient poems or words can show that the beauty is no longer young
Pipa: "season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.
till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded. Cold horse in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.
who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea. And she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water.
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. Four machines, mandarin ducks want to fly together, and the poor old man is white first; Spring waves and green grass, deep in Han Xiao, relatively bathing in red, Xin Qiji, "Touch the Fish": it can dissipate several storms and rush back to spring.
Xi chun is often afraid of early flowers, not to mention countless red flowers. Live in spring, and when it comes to it, there is no turning back in the end of the world.
complaining about spring's silence can only be counted as being diligent, drawing cobwebs on the eaves, and doing everything in Yogyakarta. Nagato, quasi-quasi-ritual and wrong.
the moth eyebrow was once envied. A thousand dollars buy each other like a gift, but who complains about this situation? Don't dance, don't you see, Yuhuan Feiyan is dusty? Leisure is the most bitter, so don't lean on the dangerous fence, the sun is setting, and the willow is heartbroken.
The beauty plays the finger on the old, and the frost disappears in autumn. I don't know if the flowers fall and people die, but I also believe that the beauty will eventually become soil. I can't bear the dream. The embroidered curtain on the forehead of Liu Yong and Song Feng in Xijiang Moon is high, and the animal ring is shaking frequently. Two poles of red sun go to the flower shed.
I'm tired of sleeping in spring. Dream crazy with flying flocculant, carefree sorrow, wins the fragrant mash.
it can't be rainy and cloudy. It's too late again.
The fairy song Su Shi's ice muscle jade bone is cool and sweat-free. The water temple is full of dark fragrance when the wind comes.
Embroidered curtains are opened, a little bright moon peeps at people, people are not sleeping, and the pillows are messy. When I got up with my hand in hand, the family was silent, and I saw the sparse stars crossing the river.
how was the night? The night is already midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low. But when will the west wind come, there is no way to secretly change it.
A beautiful woman is apt to be old and sad with white hair, and her hair turns to blood, complaining that she has no end to her heart, fearing to make a mistake, caressing heptachord, and Yang Yinji is homesick. There are several degrees of spring breeze in the autumn moon, and the beauty flickers and the white hair changes into blue hair.
if you open your mouth late, you will be afraid of getting in the way, and you will feel sad with your four fingers. Flowing water has passed in a hurry, peach blossoms are still there, and hair cream on the temples is like snow.