Yuanyang
-Tang Du Mu
plays Sha Ting in pairs, but it's a long doubt that it can't be painted.
brocade machines compete for weaving patterns, and songs love to call names.
it's easy to nurture and live, but it's pitiful and shallow.
all gulls are of the same species, but they are envious and affectionate.
Things with Friends —— Don Cui Jue
The water birds are as rare as this one.
For the time being, I'm still looking back at the smoky island, and only crossing the cold pond will make me fly.
reflecting the fog, I am fascinated by the beads and tiles, and I am on the jade machine one by one.
Picking lotus flowers is infinite, and I admire your return with a smile.
when the smoke in the silent spring pond is late, my heart and shadow are in harmony.
it's warm and sleepy in the head of the stream, and the waves are sparse in the cold bath at the ferry.
don't brag about colorful jade, and you must admire a good sweater.
no one has seen the secret of Lan Shen and Zhi Mi, so where do you call each other?
Dancing cranes, making love, parting, and pitiful life and death go hand in hand.
when the red silk falls on the sleeping place, the white snow becomes a corrugated wave.
Only the neck language is heard on the piano, and * * * flying poems are displayed in the window.
if you meet each other for a long time, you are willing to admire many thoughts in the world.
Two Poems of Yuanyang
—— Don Pi Rixiu
The silk is new, and the branch is home.
There are thousands of * * habitat marks on jade and sand.
either you hate beautiful women's spirits, or you are passionate about young souls.
I should miss flying alone for the night, and the reed flowers are bleak and rainy at dusk.
it takes a lot of effort to carve and carve, and the needlework of maiko's clothes is endless.
I don't come to Xiangzhu every day, and sometimes I'm still in Jinghu Lake.
the smoke is thick * * * and the banana rain blows, and the waves are thin and the wind is swaying.
Ying Xiao's parrot companion is locked in a golden cage every year.
Yuanyang
—— Tang Luo Ye
Red leisure blooms and blue wings fly back and forth.
a bird has a good name, and it's all because people hate to leave.
If you are warm, you can stay in the Dragon Pool for the night, and you can't miss it.
In contrast, if you teach Chunnu to meet her, you must take her to the Phoenix Terrace.
Yuanyang
-Tang Wu Rong
Cui Qiao's red neck is covered with gold clothes, and both of them go and return on the beach.
There is no difference between life and death. Poor orioles love to fly apart.
Yuanyang
—— Don Lu Rubi
Double floating and double bathing beside the Tai Ji, and the embroidered curtain of Liao Pulangao.
I have long admired the whiteness of egrets, but I don't want to follow them. Fight sweater.
Xiaxia invades the warmth of the Elsholtzia bodinieri in Lvzhu, and the building leans against the Qingyun Hall.
You should laugh at the wild geese in the desert with the sunshine, and the smoke in Dongting is warm and homesick.
Yuanyang
-Tang Jishi
Dao Jiang is misty and misty, and sweaters are brushed in the depths of green weeds.
The ferry started a pair and flew to the old brocade machine in Wen Jun.
choose! ! 2. the poem about Yuanyang is beautiful
Yuanyang flies, and it is finished. The good man lives long and lives, and fortune enjoys it together.
Yuanyang is in the beam, slapping its left wing. The good man lives long and happy, and the whole life is long. -The Book of Songs Yuanyang
Yuanyang
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu
Two plays in Sha Ting, but it's too long to draw.
brocade machines compete for weaving patterns, and songs love to call names.
it's easy to nurture and live, but it's pitiful and shallow.
all gulls are of the same species, but they are envious and affectionate.
Yuanyang Qu
Time: Ming Author: Lu Shidao
Double-spending their honeymoons and wings, double-staying and double-flying.
the clear ripples move in two baths, and the bright moon shines in two homes.
double shadows, double flowers and double necks.
sleeping in the sand is a dream, and crossing the island is a double-hearted police.
when you go to and come to places, you travel and play.
double-rise with double herons, double-standing with Pisces.
two boats lift two oars, and two lotus seeds hinder the double list.
there should be no one like you, willing to spend their honeymoons with each other. 3. Poems about writing Yuanyang
and what a friend Yuanyang does (1) Li Shangyin's green and red hair dances in the evening, and the waterfowl is like this bird.
for the time being, I'll look back at the smoky island, and only cross the cold pond and fly together. Reflecting the fog, you will be fascinated by the beads and tiles, and you will be on the jade man-machine one by one.
Picking lotus flowers is an infinite blue-shouldered girl, smiling and pointing out that she is envious of her return. If she succeeds, why not quit? She would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. (Lu Zhaolin's Ancient Meaning of Chang 'an). Yuanyang Yuanyang flies, never put off till tomorrow what you can, a gentleman will live for thousands of years, and fortune will be appropriate.
Yuanyang is in the beam, slapping its left wing. A gentleman can live for thousands of years, so he should be blessed. Ride a horse in the stable, destroy it, and a gentleman will love it for thousands of years.
riding a horse in the stable will destroy it, and a gentleman will last forever, and Fulu will be humble. There is an ancient quatrain, a osmanthus tree in Nanshan, with a pair of mandarin ducks on it.
after a thousand years, love never forgets. Nineteen stars in ancient poems wear rings and moon rings, which cover the bridal chamber all night in autumn.
It's cold in the autumn in the Motao Hengtang, and you can build a mandarin duck if you are left behind. Source: Chinese poetry-Qing-Su Manshu's ancient poem: "A pair of mandarin ducks, cut into four poems and eighteen poems for giving a scholar to his brother to join the army" by Hehuan.
he died of boredom. Bai Zhou in general.
the load is floating and the load is lagging. Whistling in the breeze
the drum is full of people. Throw a rod.
youyou died. Wan pet mandarin duck.
swim without wings. Leaning green algae.
a torrent of support. Asaka suse.
Xiqing Lingzhou. Shake the clear waves.
ups and downs with it. Algae pan-blue pool.
harmony is exciting. Fuck Qing Shang.
a wandering elephant. Don't be ignorant of self-cultivation
the echo is still ringing. Clock period does not exist.
whoever I aspire to will be rewarded. He Fang has a lonely mandarin duck poem, and it is difficult to realize his dream of making love in this life, and he is ashamed of the human relationship.
you can't call it a mandarin duck, but always look at your shadow and be afraid of calling your name. Mandarin ducks and butterflies sigh, what you left behind has passed away in a hurry-in a blink of an eye, the evening breeze has started to drive all the way to the world of mortals. I join hands with Yuhui just to see the sad ending of spring scenery, but that's not to greet the shallow-buried green silk, which is covered in the suffocating soil for a long time. Who knows, I also cry because of this, even if the moonlight is hazy, you won't freeze at the end. Do you hear my cry? I have been unable to let my tired body lean on the drizzle of the sycamore tree you promised, but the flowers and the willows and the begonia are still falling. Finally, your unchanging face pierces my sky, like the gentle loss of desire behind the sunset. You are not a mandarin duck, I am not a butterfly. Listen to the legend on the other side of the mountain, and you and I will join in the painting. 4. What are the poems about Yuanyang?
The earliest book of poems in China, The Book of Songs, includes such poems as "Yuanyang flies, never fails to finish" and "Yuanyang is in the beam, and it is on its left wing".
There is frost all over the sky in Shiliping Lake, and every inch of hair is sad for the Chinese New Year; Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, I only envy Yuanyang, but I don't envy the fairy returning to China. (2) Golden jade, flying south for me, spreading my meaning: painting the spring water by the bridge, getting drunk in a few years. Don't be ashamed of each other, tears are hard to send far away.
Luo mu embroidered the quilt, and the old love was like a dream. Excuse me, I blew a flute to Ziyan, and I once learned to dance for a long time.
I'd rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. Ancient meaning of Chang 'an "Author: Chang 'an Avenue in Lu Zhaolin, Tang Dynasty is even narrow and oblique, with seven fragrant cars of green cattle and white horses.
the jade chariot crosses the main hall, and the golden whip keeps flowing to the Hou family. The dragon bears the morning sun, and the phoenix spits tassels with the sunset glow.
A hundred feet of gossamer is racing around the tree, and a group of charming birds are singing flowers. There are thousands of colors on the side of the butterfly, and there are thousands of colors on the silver platform of the green tree.
The crossing window of multiple paths is acacia, and the phoenix wings are hung from the double que. Liang Jia's painting pavilion rises in the sky, and the golden stem of Han Emperor is straight outside the cloud.
I don't know each other in front of the building, but I meet you on a stranger? By the way, I blew a flute to Ziyan, and I learned to dance for a long time. If you succeed, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
it's really admirable to be a lovebird, but I can't see you when you go away and come back. I hate embroidering lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can take the curtain and stick it on Shuang Yan. Double swallows fly around the painted beams, and the flowers are covered with tulips.
pieces of clouds are covered with cicada wings, and the first moon is covered with crow yellow. Crow yellow powder white car out, with a charming attitude is not one.
The demon boy BMW is tied with money, while the whore Panlong is bent on her knees. In the Yushifu, the night crows, and the birds in front of Tingwei want to live.
The faint city of Zhucheng is adjacent to Jade Road, and there is no golden dike in the distance. Flying eagle with bullets in the north of Duling, exploring pills to borrow guests from the west of Weiqiao.
Everyone invited the chivalrous man Furong Sword to stay at the prostitute's house. Prostitutes wear purple dresses at dusk, and the songs are full of breath.
the people in the north hall are like the moon at night, and the people in the south are riding like clouds. Nanmo Beitang is connected with Beili, and five plays and three articles control three cities.
the weak willow tree hangs on the ground, and the good spirit rises in the dark sky. In the Han Dynasty, Jin Wu rode a thousand times, and the jade Tu Su Nautilus Cup.
Luo's treasure belt is the solution for you, and Yan's song and Zhao's dance are the opening for you. Don't be extravagant, and the next day will not give way.
the spirit comes from the irrigation and drainage man, and the monopoly cannot be judged by Xiao Xiang. The authoritarian spirit is heroic, and the young people sit in the spring breeze.
I talk about singing and dancing for thousands of years, and I call myself arrogant and extravagant. The scenery of the festival does not treat each other, and the mulberry field needs to be changed in an instant.
In the past, Bai Yutang was in the golden rank, that is, only Qingsong is here now. Lonely and lonely, Yangziju, a book every year.
Nanshan osmanthus hair is unique. It flies around and attacks people. : Feng Yanji's drizzle in the southern Tang Dynasty is wet and streamer, and the grass grows with hatred every year.
the smoke locks the phoenix tower, which is infinite and boundless. I'm heartbroken.
My soul dreams are melodious, and I sleep on a bed full of embroidered flowers. Fortunately, the door is half closed and the sun is setting.
I'm sorry for your tears. : "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Author: Tang 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.
all brothers and sisters are emigrants, 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. Slow singing and dancing, 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.
and when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, 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?. Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, 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 * * *? Ancient Author: Tang Chenyu learned to embroider Luo clothes thirteen times, feeling sorry for the fragrance of tea.
people say that this is a wedding dress, and smiling doesn't sting a pair of mandarin ducks. Lang was born at the age of nineteen, and he was famous all over the world.
it is natural that the horses and horses are in parallel with each other. At that time, my family was not poor, and my brothers went in and out on double wheels.
Prosperity is the enemy of prosperity, and it is a marriage with Langnian. Lang's home is close to Yugou water, and the rich and powerful guests do their best.
the wine carving dish is often not dry, and the concubine gets up first when she enters the Chinese kitchen. My aunt is serious and has rules, but my sister-in-law is too timid to take.
Worship Bai Yutang in the morning and evening, and embroider clothes with golden rays. My concubine's appearance is getting thinner and thinner, and she always smiles hard.
Zhilang was never cold, so he hid his tears several times to watch the flowers fall. My concubine is forty years old and full of silk, and my husband is fifty years old.
when a man is in his prime, he forgets his old days, and his feather bed is empty. The court flowers are all over the butterfly, watching Lang Peiyu go to court.
I didn't care about you when I came back, but it made my maid-in-waiting shine. Lang hates that women are prone to aging, and I hate it deeply.
Let's see how long Lang can be strong, but he is still haggard over 6. : "Bodhisattva Man" Author: Tang Niuqiao jade furnace ice basket Yuanyang brocade, powder melt fragrant sweat mountain pillow.
The pulley outside the curtain sounded, and I was surprised when I gathered my eyebrows and smiled. Willow shade smoke desert, low temples cicada hairpin fall.
you must make a lifetime of mixing, and enjoy yourself today. Poor luck, pity your wife? Published: "Flower and Moon Scar" Volume Three Authors: Qing Wei Xiuren's ice and fog valley is five baht light, visiting Yunying to Yujing.
the moss trail is wet outside the smoke window, and the first moon comes at night in Guitang. Linghua is graceful to see the new Dai, and the fairy fruit is pure and fragrant with a nickname.
the most important thing is to gaze at the infinite meaning, and deja vu happened in the previous life. I can't sleep when the silver pot leaks, and at first glance, the joy has been dim.
Ping's career is sad and jade-like, and peach blossoms write red notes. Tuanxiang and tears are often speechless, and it is always pitiful to manage the temples.
Don't talk about falling and falling and hating. My hometown is thousands of miles by the Wanjiang River. Linglong baoji is heavy with clouds, and the smell of lily clothes is separated.
In autumn, the pupil is eager to live, and in spring, the eyebrows are added. Purple hairpin talks like a dream, and red powder pity is lucky to have a gentleman.
Du Mu's madness in recent years has only led him to lower his golden skirt. At dusk, the gas suddenly becomes angry. 5. Poems about Yuanyang
The ancient quatrain Nanshan-Guishu has two Yuanyang on it. For thousands of years, love never forgets each other. The second star wore a ring and a moon, covering the bridal chamber all night in autumn. It's cold in the autumn dew in the cross pond of Mo Dao, and the residual lotus has covered the mandarin duck. The third poem, "Four Poems and Eighteen Poems for Giving Brother a Scholar to Join the Army", Ji Kang is light and flowing. Died of boredom. Bai Zhou in general. The load is floating and the load is stagnant. Whistling in the breeze The drum is full of tolerance. Throw a rod. Youyou died. Wan pet mandarin duck. Swim without wings. Leaning green algae. Support the torrent. Asaka suse. Xi qi ling Zhou Shake the clear waves. Rise and fall with it. Algae pan-blue pool. Harmony is exciting. Fuck Qing Shang. Wandering elephant. Don't be ignorant of self-cultivation Huiyin is still ringing. Clock period does not exist. Who will I reward? The fourth song, Ghost Story of the Ghost Girl, is written in Shili Pinghu. The frost is all over the sky, and I feel sad about the Chinese New Year. I look at each other in the shape of the moon, but I only admire Yuanyang, but I don't admire immortals. The fifth song, Yuanyang River, is a thousand feet low, and the mountains and mountains are covered with green clothes. < P > There are many waterfalls, and the plank road is dangerous and strange. I feel it when I visit Yuanyang River in Pingnan in summer. Sixth, When will Yuanyang and Yuanyang get together? Winter will go and spring will come.
the seventh song of harmony, Jiangnan Qu Luo Yin
The smoke in the river is wet and the rain is soft, the remote mountains are covered with eyebrows and shallow waters, and the country is sad and affectionate, and the night trough is full of wine and silver boats. Stretching the silk, collecting resentment and condensing the sky, in the spring dream of Wu Wangtai Xie. Yuanyang? I can't afford to wake up, and I can sleep in the east wind. On the roadside of Xiling, the moon is quiet, and the oil wall marries Su Xiao without pomp.
The eighth "Bodhisattva Man" is written by Tang Niuqiao
The jade furnace is full of ice, and the flowers are fragrant and sweaty.