Poems about pear blossoms 1. Poems about pear blossoms
1. Two nights are spent in the quilt, and a pear tree overwhelms the begonia. (Su Dongpo.) 2. is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can) 3. and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear. (Bai Juyi) 4. Pears are pale white and willow is dark blue, in Liu Xufei. (Du Mu) 7. The screen window is getting dusk at sunset, and no one in the Golden House sees tears.
Lonely and empty, spring is late, and pear blossoms are everywhere. (Liu Fangping) 8. Although the old mountain is not closed, it has spent the spring in Chang 'an. A tree of pear and water in the moonlight shadow, do not know who this beautiful night belongs to? (Anonymous "Miscellaneous Poems") 9. Kai Zhu Lip, Jin Feng Gui Zi, called residual dream, drizzling pear flower.
(Jade Butterfly) 1. Songbian Road in Xueling, Yuehan Lake Village. Dimly discernible pear blossoms enter the dream cloud.
patrol, the small eaves are fragrant and the trees are spring. Jiang Meixin, green birds cry to people. (Yuan Zhen Wu's poem "[Nanlu] Jin Zijing Meibian") means that Yan Shu's oil-walled cars are no longer available, and the gorge clouds are nowhere to be found.
the pear flower courtyard is dissolved in the moon, and the catkin pond is faintly windy. After a few days of loneliness and injury, there was a ban on smoking.
where do you want to send a fish book? Cold food books are also taught in the lonely village of Chai Men, Zhao Ding.
Smoking is not allowed in Cantonese countries, and Shangzuka also brings Pang's hometown. To this day, the Han and Tang dynasties of the Wang Lingju mound, no one has gone to sacrifice; And there are many pear trees on the road between the stream river.
A bottle lies in moss, so don't worry about the city playing twilight. Jiang 'an Pear Blossom (Tang Bai Juyi) Pear Blossom has thoughts and leaves, and a tree with a head on the river annoys you.
Most like a widowed young woman, with white makeup and plain sleeves and a blue gauze skirt. 5. Qingpingle (Don Wei Zhuang) is full of pear blossoms in the spring and evening.
if you don't come back, it's sunny and you go away, and your red tears are scattered. The dream soul flies off the smoke wave, and it's sad that I can't bear the spring! Sitting alone with an empty lily, Yuanyang worries about embroidering a double nest.
6. Alakazam, Yintai Temple (Tang Cen Can) in Liangzhou, was in March and a half, and the pear blossoms began to bloom today. So I finished my meal with the old monks in the monastery and went to the ladies' table.
the clouds don't go away when singing, but the wind rustles when playing the strings. I should also ride a horse and get drunk as a mountain.
7. Zhu Yingtai is near (Song Han) where begonia blooms, and spring is half over, so are peaches and plums. A pear flower, the courtyard is dry and rainy.
I can't help feeling drunk, and I love leisure and chagrin, and I forget all the old poems. Yanying language.
the stream bank is dotted with flying cotton, and the willows have no weight. If you bring sorrow, don't take a break.
heartbroken, fragrant grass, wandering clouds, and good dreams, who will pay? 8. Moshanxi (Song Chaoduanli) has been doing twelve things, and it is still heavy to lean on.
a song is generally sad, and it hurts the grass and hurts the spring for thousands of miles. In the depths of the window, I can still remember that there are no people, blue clouds and red leaves.
I sent it by Dongfeng. The dazzling wall is deep in the courtyard, and there is no way to understand the meaning.
even though I have a new voice, I'm competing for knowledge and I'm like a name. Never charm, natural and unrestrained can not help but worry, come pear, see chrysanthemum core.
should also become haggard. Midnight Song (Song He Zhu) is in the middle of the night.
the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snow. Pear blossom snow.
I am so sad that the cuckoo cries blood. How can the prince and grandson be silent?
Rousang swallows goodbye on the stranger. Swallow goodbye.
running water at the head of a dragon whimpers for others. Linjiang Fairy Pear (Yuan. Liu Bingzhong) has a delicate fragrance in ice and snow, and the moon is lonely and dry.
the hairspring haunts the smoker's ring. The east wind won't blow away, so we should protect ourselves from the cold.
quality should not be colored, so you must know that creation is not stupid. Apricot flowers are just thinking and dying.
Yu Rongchun is lonely, so don't look in the rain. A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home, Cen Can, the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps. In the evening, before the gate of the headquarters, the heavy snow fell, the red flag was frozen and the wind could not be towed.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road. The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.
Ode to Daiyu Lin in Bai Haitang, with a half-rolled curtain and a half-covered door, grinding ice into earth and jade as a basin. Stealing a pear is three cents, and borrowing a plum blossom is a soul.
In the Moon Cave, the immortals sewed clothes, and in autumn, the women in always in my heart wiped the crying marks. Who is shy and silent? I am tired of leaning on the west wind night.
Wen Wujun's state newspaper has returned to Xijing. General Bai-haired Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty is also strong. Xijing sent a letter last night. Hu er dares to make a thousand-year plan, and God would rather know that he will return one day.
listing the deep rain and dew of the saints and benevolence, and reviving the pardon and thunder. It is known that the cold food is made to the mausoleum, and the pear blossoms are everywhere.
"Pear Blossoms on the Riverside" Tang Bai Juyi's pear blossoms have thoughts and leaves, and a tree on the river head annoys you and kills you. Most like a widowed young woman, with white makeup and plain sleeves and blue gauze skirt.
Zuo Ye Li Hua (with Qiu Wei and Huang Furan), Tang Wang Wei casually sprinkled grass on the side of the steps, lightly following the wind outside the foil. Oriole couldn't get enough, so he entered Weiyang Palace.
"Zuo Ye Li Hua (Fu with Wang Wei and Huang Fu Ran)" Tang Qiu bullied the snow for her cool beauty, and the remaining fragrance suddenly entered her clothes. Spring breeze, please continue to move its petals, hope that this beautiful flowers can fall on the jade steps in the palace basilica.
Tang Huangfu Ran's poem "Giving Things to the King (a book with Uygur characters) forbidding pear blossoms" skillfully solves everyone's laughter and can fly butterflies. When the wind comes into the house in spring, a few pieces fall into the clothes.
"Zuo Ye Li Hua" Don Wu Yuanheng smiles to welcome people, and the fragrance of the clear snow is pitiful. The butterfly shadow turns with the wind, and the clothes are red after the delay.
"Pear Blossom" Tang Qian Qi is as quiet as a cage moon, but the fragrance and cold are not driven away by the wind. Peach blossoms shine on the ground and are finally laughed at by the demon.
Qing Ping Le Li Hua Yuan Shao Hengzhen's green room is deep. It's rainy and quiet at dusk.
the door is closed, and the east wind and spring are old. Qishu is fragrant and ethereal.
a clear snow is just beginning to dry. A few times, I was disappointed.
it is expected that the clouds will dream, and the green plants will be cold every night. "There is no vulgarity, Lingxu Palace Pear Flower Ci" Yuan Qiu Chuji has a mighty spring outing, which is the season of cold eating pear flowers every year.
the white brocade is fragrant without grain, and the jade village is full of snow. The quiet night is sinking, floating and hazy, and the cold immersion dissolves the moon.
on earth and in the sky, rotten silver clouds shine through. Muddy as a real person, graceful and graceful, with a comfortable and noble spirit.
whoever has different channels is not in the same column as qunfang. Heroic and clear-cut, the immortal material is outstanding, and it is difficult to separate the soil.
when Yao and Tai are gone, we can see the truth clearly. "Linjiang Fairy Pear Flower" Yuan Liu Bingzhong's ice and snow skin is fragrant and delicate, and the moon is lonely and dry.
the hairspring haunts the smoker's ring. The east wind won't blow away, so we should protect ourselves from the cold.
quality should not be colored, so you must know that creation is not stupid. Apricot flowers are just thinking and dying.
Yu Rongchun is lonely, so don't look in the rain. "Pear Blossoms with Crimson Lips" Yuan Liu Bingzhong stands at dusk, but the sock dust can't reach Ling Bo.
the fragrance of snow condenses trees. Lazy for balcony rain.
a water-phase system, the pulse is hard to say. What is the feeling?
complain to others. Lonely Linjiang Zhu
"Shui Long Yin Fu Autumn Red Pear Blossom" Yuan Wang Yun's delicate buds are light and fragrant, while Linglong Xuan locks the autumn sunshine. Fairy roots borrow warmth, and they should not stay. Jing Wang Cui was taken.
chic and light, the jade looks muddy, but the golden stems are exposed. What a westerly wind, the rain in Donglan, empty embellishment, really tears.
who sent the secretary to comfort each other? Swallow a few spiral screens, one is brushed, and the embroidered curtain is fine.
Make an appointment to wash your makeup and have a quick diarrhea, make a jade bottle fragrant with wine, and make a pillow full of autumn toads. "Magnolia Slow, Red Pear Blossom" Yuan Wang Yun loves a stick of incense.
2. Poems describing pear blossoms
Send the martial judge to Beijing
Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin. The general was Hand guard with cold hands, and the iron - clad steel was so cold that it was hard to wear. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment. In the evening, before the gate of the headquarters, the heavy snow fell, the red flag was frozen and the wind could not be towed. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ". And then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints
Drinking
Du Mu
Huaiyang is sick, and the guest sleeves are covered with frost and candles. Build by laying bricks or stones pear flowers and a pile of snow, who will rely on the railing next year?
Spring Complaint
Liu Fangping
Sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the Golden Room sees any tears. The courtyard is lonely, the spring scenery is about to die; The pear blossom is falling, and the door is closed.
Miscellaneous Poems
Anonymous
Although the old mountain is not closed, it has spent the spring in Chang 'an. A tree of pear and water in the moonlight shadow, do not know who this beautiful night belongs to?
pear blossom
Shi Dazu
Who is the lonelier in jade capacity? Cold food makes me feel sad. The predecessor is as clear as plum makeup, and I live in the remote night according to the moon.
I am fascinated by Hu Die's Feishi Road. Snow is on the swing. Dressed in plain clothes at dusk, I closed the door and listened to the rain at night.
Donglan pear flower
[Song Su Shi]
Pear flower is pale white and willow is dark green, and Liu Xufei is full of flowers.
I'm disappointed with a snow in the east column, and my life is clear!
like a dream
Yan Rui
is it a pear flower?
Tao is apricot blossom.
white and red,
don't be spring (east) amorous feelings.
I remember.
I remember.
people are slightly drunk in Xinjian (Wuling).
Song of Eternal Sorrow (poem with "were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear")
Author: Bai Juyi
china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding. Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her.
but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin. And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains. But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night. There were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body.
The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. Sisters and brothers are all in the country, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan.
she brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.
...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.
till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.
the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate. The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.
flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird. The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.
was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.
but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.
The sky turns back to Longyu, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away. From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.
ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.
but a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?. Spring Breeze Plum bloom Night, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.
the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away. Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;.
over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep.. Bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.
and the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, who's with * * *? With the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.
at Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind. Thinking about the King, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
he opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere. Above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for.
and then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, the mountains are in the middle of nothingness. With pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro.
and of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought. So he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect.
I smell was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy, the envoy of the Han family. Pulling the clothes and pushing the pillow back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil is opened.
her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace. The wind blows the fairy maid, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear.
but love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting. Since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace.
but when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust. So she took out, with emotion, the pledges he had given, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin.
but kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box. "Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely.
and she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts. On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world.
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.
3. Poems by Li Huakai
Midnight Song (Song He Zhu)
The third night of the month. The atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snow.
pear blossom snow. I am so sad that the cuckoo cries blood.
Wang Sun's voice is absolutely silent. Rousang swallowed goodbye on the stranger.
say goodbye. Long head flowing water, sobbing for others.
Linjiang Fairy Pear (Yuan. Liu Bingzhong)
The ice and snow skin is fragrant and delicate, and the moon is lonely and dry.
the hairspring haunts the smoker's ring. The east wind won't blow away, so we should protect ourselves from the cold.
quality should not be colored, so you must know that creation is not stupid.
apricot blossoms are just thinking and dying. Yu Rongchun is lonely, so don't look into the rain.
a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
Ode to Lin Daiyu in Bai Haitang
Half-rolled Xiang curtain covers the door, and ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.
stealing a pear core is three cents, and borrowing a plum blossom soul.
In the Moon Cave, the immortals sewed clothes, and in autumn, the women in always in my heart wiped the crying marks.
Who is shy and silent to tell? I am faint from the west wind night.
Wen Wujun's state newspaper has returned to Xijing
A land tour in the Southern Song Dynasty
General Bai-haired is also strong, and Xijing sent a letter last night.
Hu er dares to plan for a thousand years, and God would rather know that he will come back one day.
listing the deep rain and dew of the saints and benevolence, and reviving the pardon and thunder.
It's known that the cold food is the envoy to the mausoleum, and the pear blossoms are everywhere.
4. An ancient poem describing the scene of pear blossoms
"Dreaming back to people is far away from many worries, only in the stormy place of pear blossoms" is Xin Qiji's poem "Yulouchun?" The last two sentences in "I want to persuade the spring to live before the wind" are written about the sadness that poets can't get rid of.
since the reality is so sad, it is better to get a little comfort in the dream. When I woke up from a dream, the sadness seemed to be far away, but it hid in the pear blossom storm. Pear flowers are beautiful and noble flowers, but they always bear the ravages of wind and rain. The fallen pear flowers clearly bear many sorrows. These two sentences mean that the author's "many worries" seem to have gone away, and when he sees pear flowers in the wind and rain, he can't help worrying; It can also be said that the pear flower in the wind and rain is in a bleak environment just like the poet himself. The poet used the situation of pear flower to express his steadfast and noble mind, and at the same time expressed the feeling of bumpy life and the lament of unpaid ambition.