-Bai Juyi
Obviously, I am white and black, and I am not blind.
Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem.
An old man selling charcoal
Sell charcoal Weng,
Chop wood and burn charcoal halfway up the mountain.
Dust and fireworks,
Temples are gray and fingers are black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for?
Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Poor guy's clothes are clean,
Worried about charcoal, I hope it is cold.
A foot of snow will fall outside the city at night.
Drive a charcoal car to roll ice.
Cows are trapped and people are hungry.
Rest in the mud outside the south gate.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses?
It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
Hand-picked documents,
Go back to the car and scold the cow and lead it north.
A load of charcoal,
More than 1000 Jin,
It's a pity that officials drove the general away.
Half a horse's red yarn, a foot's silk,
Tie a cow's head with charcoal.
Persuade to learn (Yan Zhenqing)
Night light, five chickens,
It's time for men to study.
Black hair didn't know to study hard,
If you don't learn early, you will regret it later.
2. What are the poems about "black and white collocation"?
1. Two songs of Jiang Gongyun and the Way in the Court.
Year: Song Author: Chen Bangqing
You don't have to drive, the sun is shining, and black and white are very clear in your eyes.
If you fly to Ito Road, you should be greeted by a crossbow.
2. "Wu gives a crane"
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
I'm too clear about black and white with you, and I'm not blind.
Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem.
3. "Seclusion"
Year: Song Author: Lu You
I am old and crazy, and I like to live in seclusion when I am cold.
Taro sunflower is fragrant and fragrant, and the first soup is sweet.
Reverse Zhu Huangsi's typo and play black and white.
I dare say this now, but all the sages with rotten bones know it.
4. "Qinyuanchun Wan Li Piaoping"
Year: Song Author: Cheng
Wan Li floats, sending the river into the sea and crossing Gurunzhou. I am helpless, looking at the heights, misty and rainy, and fishing boats are in groups. Distinguish between north and south, mountains and rivers win, and anger makes people help upstairs. After a long time, I let the snow fall, and I quickly scattered mink and fur.
Yingfeng misses Sun Liu. It seems that two pieces of black and white were confiscated. Idle clouds, old slopes, hard-to-find paintings, high camp. Fighting wild wind, Haimen sunset, long and artificial management leads to worry. Who asked, borrow ten thousand, wash armour soldier Hugh.
5. Seventy-eight Fu
Year: Song Author: Shi Zhengjue
A plate of black and white crosses, thinking deeply about life and death.
The firewood collector suspected that he was in charge and felt that his waist was idle.
3. What are the poems about "black and white collocation"? The poem about "black and white collocation" is 1 The time of "Two Poems by Jiang Gongyun on the Road" is: Song Author: The arrival of Chen Bangqing is sunny, and black and white are very clear in his eyes.
If you fly to Ito Road, you should be greeted by a crossbow. 2. "Wu Gift Crane" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi and Jun are too shocking, don't underestimate each other.
Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem. 3. "Seclusion" Year: Song Author: Lu You Lao Zi can become an old fool, seclusion is like catching a cold early.
Taro sunflower is fragrant and fragrant, and the first soup is sweet. Reverse Zhu Huangsi's typo and play black and white.
I dare say this now, but all the sages with rotten bones know it. 4. "Wan Li Piaoping in Qinyuanchun" Year: Song Author: Piaoping, Wan Li, Cheng, sent the river into the sea and crossed the ancient Runzhou.
I am helpless, looking at the heights, misty and rainy, and fishing boats are in groups. Distinguish between north and south, mountains and rivers win, and anger makes people help upstairs.
After a long time, I let the snow fall, and I quickly scattered mink and fur. Yingfeng misses Sun Liu.
It seems that two pieces of black and white were confiscated. Idle clouds, old slopes, hard-to-find paintings, high camp.
Fighting wild wind, Haimen sunset, long and artificial management leads to worry. Who asked, borrow ten thousand, wash armour soldier Hugh.
5. "Seventy-eight Poems" Time: Song Author: Shi Zhengjue a plate of black and white, life and death in it. The firewood collector suspected that he was in charge and felt that his waist was idle.
4. Describe the sentences about black and white. Black: Tonight, there is no moon and stars in the sky, and it is dark all around. I can't see my fingers!
White: this wall has just been painted, just like a baby's millet teeth, white and pure.
PS: literature and art
black
You appeared before my consciousness.
I refuse to attach mystery and symbol to you.
And fierce.
No stars, no moon, always dark.
Stay away from the lights.
black
Be one with me and have nothing to say.
Reach out and cover the wound.
People with insomnia, don't laugh so hard.
Flowing blood and complicated thoughts
On the road stained with light
black
Who wants to change your nature?
Who broke you to pieces? !
Under the wings of birds
white
Time passes like a poem.
In the memory of dreams
The rain color of history
Woods shrouded in the morning light
In this hopeless catharsis
Screaming and scattering.
One bullet after another.
Vortex impact
Her body
Blood doesn't mean anything
Just a little fantasy.
Shape a gloomy past
A winding corridor
Until the end of life.
In that corner
A pot of purple flowers is slowly fading.
Maybe this will explain the problem.
Drifting lamp
A wave of sadness
In this lost space
Separate like spider silk
Dive deep into the jungle
Hidden ecstasy
Unknown excitement
Footsteps will wake up a swarm of bugs.
There are no stars in the sky.
Eyes in a daze.
Imagined tears
Slide in the imagination
He was very sad.
A nonexistent one
The ship finally left the port.
With dreams
And full of death.
Raise an ominous white sail
Chasing whales in that language
Moby dick is white.
Will always be people's hope.
5. Ask for a beautiful poem about black, white and gray. My world is white.
There are no extra colors.
None of the doors opened.
Only superfluous hope is waiting.
My world is dark.
I can't see any color.
I can't see the window.
I only see countless ethereal futures.
either this or that
It's your fault.
Every day without you
Is a blank.
I can't see you every night.
Can only wander in a dark dream
(2)
Who knows fate?
As black as a chess piece
There is no fate.
As blank as a chessboard
Competition between blacks and whites
Spread all over the world.
Countless moments of confrontation
Describe the wonderful life.
A criss-crossing chess path
Which row do you want to choose?
Countless intersections
Destined or helpless
Every short game
Is nothing.
This long chess game
Why is there always no success or failure?
(3)
I used a little black in my heart.
To test your whiteness.
Please don't swing from side to side
Don't walk away shyly.
Although you are as white as a flower
Want to add colorful colors
But you know what?
The world is only black and white.
Finally, you left quietly.
To find an ethereal future.
I was left alone.
Idle count the black and white in the world
6. What are the sentences about black and white? 1. Our love for a thing, our love for white, is also because of its simplicity.
Just like beautiful things are almost so short-lived, the more we want to have them forever, the more like the thin air on the plateau, which we can't catch and can't catch. In this life, the people and things I have met in this life always slip through my fingers like air, leaving only a touch of sadness around me and following me.
2. In a piece of white snow and a rose with thorns, there is a girl with a white umbrella and a white gauze skirt; Walking barefoot in the snow, behind her are bright roses, as dazzling as blood, and dark green is staring at her; What is supporting her? Blue after white is her hope. The body ravaged by the cold wind, the shadow chasing behind, the bloody blade and the screaming sound are chasing the girl. The red footprints in the snow bear witness to all this: the girl in the white gauze skirt has strong strength and unyielding will, and the blue sea behind the white is still waiting for her children, and the children who love their families will eventually return to their mothers' arms! You come from the dawn of youth, like a white snow lotus, blooming in my first heaven.
I have engraved your name on my heart for countless times-the beating rhythm, and your soft hair exudes fragrance. I want to know how many dreams you still have. Young heart wants to follow you forever.
Years have diluted the beaches of the past. Those gorgeous fireworks look like your beautiful face.
My young lover! So you have been there, in my white love. 4. What does white mean? Pure? Beautiful? Or mysterious.
The mystery of white is not as unpredictable as black. On the contrary, white makes people feel more comfortable and quiet. Just like a watercolor painting, blank space makes people think, but it is better to leave blank space.
5. I don't know why, I have a soft spot for snow, maybe it's because of her pure white, maybe it's because of her cleanliness, maybe ... I imagine that the whole world is immersed in snow, which will make people feel sad. Unexpectedly, this wish came true in Lushan. It snowed heavily that day, reflecting our happy figure. Walking in the flying snow with our favorite blue umbrella, our hearts will become thorough. The snow stopped, everything became quiet, and the mountains became quieter and more beautiful. I can't bear to step on pure white, but I still left footprints here, leaving my pure white dream ... 6. Dear, don't move away, I am the white pear flower in your dream, fully open for you, in your low-brow eyes, in the dream of acacia. A small piece of pear, flying gently by the window sill in the corner of the dream, passes through your eye pupil and your beautiful sleeve, and pushes your dream further through the silent night of acacia.
7. I look up at the vast white world like the sea, at the white groups everywhere, and at the accommodation of hundreds of thousands and millions of souls. They used to be alive! In the bondage of life, they are the lives that fall before the bondage of life, and then new life comes up from the bondage of life. After the end of a batch of life, the subsequent life rushed up, and a wave of time turned over. The new life turned the bond of life and brought a batch of more vivid life. The bond of life rolls and rotates, fresh life passes in batches, and fresh life comes in batches! I stood in the white besieged city, recalling and mourning their past eventful years.
In the past season, I saw a white bird flying. Its arrow-like posture constitutes my yearning for the sky and all the inner things.
In the past years, my longing for dreams, strangeness, wandering and love has never been separated from the care of winter. In winter, she is like a carefully pregnant mother, providing well-stored nutrition for the quietly growing embryo in her body and waiting for it to mature.
Those things, sometimes, need almost a whole winter, just like a plant moistened by the frost on the earth, which grows very slowly without any sign of dew. 9. I fell down in your dream, as white as a child in the sun, illuminating the corner of the pear flower dream, and that special concert was staged in your dream. I am your white pear flower dream, in which there is an indispensable actor, and my pear flower dance heart fluctuates with your wet heart all night. In my swaying dream, you were drunk and fell in my white pear flower.
Your hand holds the flute for me, and your mouth plays the song of acacia for me. In the dream of pear blossoms, white pear blossoms illuminate your dreams and your moist heart. 10, it snowed again today, not too big or too small.
The hazy feeling in the morning is very bright outside, which is a familiar, thought-provoking and dazzling light. When I got closer, I realized that the outside was covered with snow.
I think it snowed last night. I don't know. I don't need to know, because what I am familiar with is not the time of snow, but the snow that makes me no longer confused.
Life begins with white. I would like to imagine the journey of life like this.
It challenges the colorful world and red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. This reminds me once again of the Paris zero kilometer sign, a dot at the foot, which condenses all the philosophy about the starting point.
Life from white, through the years, gradually fades away, returns to the original shore and approaches. Only time is a white witness.
What we hand over is only the life we breathe. 12, only white, I can rest assured.
This is a feature of life that I realized very early. No matter where my footsteps go, I will be moved by the white in front of me.
If it is a white building, I will admire and admire it; If it is a rolling snow-capped mountain, I will want to get close to it and hug it with moving tears; If I catch a glimpse of a white spot in the distance, I will immediately have the impulse to catch up. At this time, I don't even think the color is at work, but a breath, a little light, a magnetic field is absorbing me, guiding me, sorrowing me ... 13, where the wind passes, a touch of dazzling white, separated by the distance of space.