In daily study, work or life, everyone has come into contact with many excellent ancient poems. Ancient poetry is a general term for ancient poetry. There are various types of ancient poems. What kind of ancient poems have you seen? The following are ancient poems about Guyu that I compiled for everyone. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Ancient Poems about Guyu 1
"Grain Rain"
Author: Zhu Jie
Dynasty: Song Dynasty The eaves are written in dreams.
The Ming Dynasty knew about Guyu and had no way to ban the flower wind.
Shi Zhu gathered his ingenuity and made great achievements in the smoke.
The more birds keep their mouths shut, I will send my way to God.
"One day after Grain Rain, there is another poem with second rhyme"
Author: Wang Yan
Dynasty: Tang
Huaqi Stronger than the scent of Lily, I can soar with slow arms while walking in the suburbs.
The spring scenery in the pot never grows old, and the small white and light red cover the short wall.
Pingchou is approaching green waves and wheat autumn is approaching, and the old farmer is full of enthusiasm.
My friends are well fed and have nothing to do. Every day we turn over the bamboo slips to look for the fragrance left behind.
In my spare time, I feel that the spring days are getting longer, and my ears are as hot as a fever due to the wine.
Self-pity is a trick of the enemy, and one can sit back and wait to see how others can be exploited.
"Magnolia Slowly"
Author: Wang Yun
Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty
Asking about the spring scenery in Dongcheng, it is the rainy season and the peony period.
Think of the buds blooming the day before yesterday, but these days they are crimson and rotten.
Liu Lang was in love with her, so he made an appointment with Liu Bian and Wu Ji to get drunk.
The stockings are gliding and the jade plate is hanging low.
The spring breeze fills the embroidery circle. See colorful clouds flying.
I am very interested in chasing pleasure, lingering on the past, looking back on the mistakes.
In the middle of spring, by the short pavilion, you can have a cup of tea and borrow the grass to catch the slanting light.
Returning to Zongyu and enjoying the snow, I can’t stand Yao Wei Lizhi.
"Song of Tea Picking"
Author: Qianlong
Dynasty: Qing
I didn't like picking tea the day before yesterday, so I took the opportunity to offer it to you. Manager Guan: I love picking tea today. Wu Minsheng is diligent and natural.
Yunqi is close to Bashan Road, which is not a place for officials to clear out. They avoid picking tea when there is nothing to do, and the men and women do hard work.
The tender pods and new buds are carefully picked, and the Grain Rain is approaching in the Ming Dynasty; before the rain, prices are expensive after the rain, and the people's hardships are noticeable.
Sincerity is more valuable than hypocrisy. Alas, old and young go to their own time. I once had insufficient clothes and food, and the dragon, dumpling and phoenix cakes are really tasteless.
"A taste of tea sent to the Yue monk Ling Jiao"
Author: Lin Hejing
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Two new shots under Baiyun Peak , The greasy green grows fresh in the spring of Grain Rain.
Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering the people in Shan.
The master should have gold powder hanging in the vase, and I cherish the golden flowers in the flesh.
After a while of clear words and scratching my head, I would like to persuade Song Se to make three rounds.
"Seven Character Poems"
Author: Zheng Banqiao
Dynasty: Qing Dynasty
It is sunny and peaceful, with no wind or rain, and the green bamboos are beautiful. .
What I love most is the arrival of guests in the cool evening, and a pot of new tea brewing usnea.
A few branches of new leaves are fluttering, and a few brushstrokes are streaked across the mountain.
It happens to be the Qingming Festival and Guyu Rain, and I sit with a cup of fragrant tea. Ancient Poems about Guyu 2
1. Thanks to Master Zhong for sending tea
Qi Ji, Tang Dynasty
Before the rain in the spring valley, I picked fragrant smoke with my hands.
It’s hard to fill the cage with tender green, but it’s easy to be clear and peaceful in the evening.
Let’s invite guests from the neighboring courtyard to try cooking the Luohua Spring.
The land is far away and the labor is sent to each other, but it is another year without coming.
2. "I heard that my friends in Daolin tasted tea because they sent me a message"
Qi Ji Tang
The gun flags are slowly turning green in the garden, and the cuckoos are singing in the clear sunshine at the beginning of the grain rain. .
Pick the Yuehua flowers to steam the morning dew, grind them into pine powder and boil them into the spring spring.
The dream of an expert is hidden in the rock, and the title is sealed in white rice flour and sent in front of the fire.
I should be thinking about it so hard that I can’t stand the sunset.
3. "Visiting Jinghu Lake with Cui Eryi, sending packages and congratulations to the Second Duke"
Meng Haoran Tang
Trying to see the things in Jinghu Lake, and getting to the end clear. I don’t know the taste of sea bass, but I know the love of gulls.
The sails are carried by the wind, and the spring is full of rain and clear weather. We will explore Xia Yu's cave and take a little back to Yue Wang City.
There are steamed buns in the house, and the article recommends congratulating students. Canglang sings when he is drunk, so he expresses the same voice.
4. "Peony"
Wang Zhenbai, Tang Dynasty
Peony is favored by spring, never envy peony.
Wheat autumn can last for a few days, but Grain Rain is only slightly cold.
Jealousy often arises, and the beauty is revealed.
Hibiscus is accompanied by gauze, and eternal regret is separated by waves.
5. "Laoputang"
Cao Ye, Tang Dynasty
The melon field in Shaoping is connected to my house, and I hoe it with my own hands when the rain is dry.
Yesterday, the spring breeze blew me away, so I went to bed and blew away the remaining books I read.
6. "Nineteen Miscellaneous Odes of Yangxian. Mingpo"
Lu Xisheng Tang
On a rainy day in the mountain valley in February, the fragrance of tea on the half slope is dewy. fresh.
In spring, when you are sober and thirsty, you should take the new buds, spin them and fry them.
7. "White Peony"
Wang Zhenbai (Tang Dynasty)
Guyu washed the cellulose and cut it into white peony.
The strange fragrance opens the jade and the clouds, and the light pink mud silver plate.
The dew and dew are stored at dawn and the moon is cold at night.
The family puts on light makeup and leans against the red railing in silence.
8. "Accompanying the doctor to visit the East Lake in Changsha on March 5th"
Zhang Youxin (Tang Dynasty)
The remaining scenery above, the fragrance gathers far away.
The colorful boat is floating, and the embroidered hub is under the pingting.
The green onions return to the tree, and the music turns to darkness.
The light of the lake is enchanting with emeralds, and the color of the grass is intoxicating with dragonflies.
Birds are blooming in the tung blossoms, fish are blooming in the rain.
From now on, who will stay in Shenghui to see the painting of Orchid Pavilion?
9. There is another poem with the next best rhyme
Wang Yan of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers are stronger than the lotus scent, walking in the suburbs with slow arms and chatting soaring.
The spring scenery in the pot never grows old, and the small white and light red cover the short wall.
Pingchou is approaching the green waves and the wheat autumn is approaching, and the old farmer is full of enthusiasm.
My friends are well fed and have nothing to do. Every day we turn over the bamboo slips to look for the fragrance left behind.
In my spare time, I feel that the spring days are getting longer, and my ears are as hot as a fever due to the wine.
Self-pity is a trick of the enemy, and one can sit back and wait to see how others can be exploited.
10. "Heavenly Fairy"
Su Shi [Northern Song Dynasty]
Walking around to explore the flowers. It is not easy for people and chemicals.
Going back and forth a hundred times to look at it, bees are like maids. The warbler is the envoy. Grain Rain is clear and the sky is empty.
White-haired Lu Lang is still in love. One night, the jian knife was used to collect the jade pistils.
The person in front of me was still heartbroken and had tears in my eyes. Flowers are unintentional.
Tomorrow, when you wake up, the floor will be full