1. About Jin's poems
About Jin's poems 1. Poems with Jin Ling
"Lari Xuanzhao Xing Shangyuan": "Ming Dynasty Wandering in the garden, the fire announces the spring. The flowers bloom all night long, don't wait for the morning breeze to blow."
According to legend, Wu Zetian ascended the throne and called himself the Holy Emperor. One winter, she suddenly became very interested and took her concubines and maids to Shangyuan to drink and enjoy the snow. At this time, the heavy snow had just stopped, and I saw that all the rockeries, pavilions, bridges, and promenades were dressed in pure white. Although the branches and leaves of various flowers, plants and trees were withered, they were dressed up by the snow and looked like silver branches and jade flowers. Beautiful; occasionally two birds fly over, lightly dusting the branches and scattering white catkins, like flying butterflies.
Wu Zetian was mesmerized by the sight. She didn't expect the snow scenery to be so magnificent. Suddenly, she discovered that there were little flames burning and jumping in the white snow. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be red plum blossoms in full bloom. Wu Zetian was extremely happy! She couldn't help but recite a poem to express her joyful feelings. The concubines who accompanied the flower viewing team saw that the Queen Mother was so happy, and they all rushed to toast her.
At this time, a concubine said: "Empress Wu, no matter how beautiful the plum blossoms are, they bloom alone after all. If you could issue an imperial edict and let all the flowers bloom in this garden, wouldn't it be more satisfying? ?
Another concubine shook her head and said, "It's the coldest month of winter, and the plum blossoms are in season." If you want a hundred flowers to bloom, you have to wait until next spring. "
After hearing this, Wu Zetian burst into laughter and said, "It's not surprising that flowers bloom in spring. Hundreds of flowers blooming against the snow are what I want. "
Seeing that she was a little drunk, the concubines persuaded her: "Empress Wu, it's late, please go back to the palace to rest." If you still want to watch it, come back tomorrow morning. "
Wu Zetian was helped back to the palace by the palace maid. But her drunkenness was still lingering, and she was still thinking about letting the flowers bloom in the snow. So, she ordered the palace maid to bring the four treasures of the study, and immediately held the frost in her hand. Soaked in thick ink, he wrote a five-character poem on white silk:
I traveled to Shangyuan in the Ming Dynasty to announce spring quickly
The flowers bloom all night long, don't wait for the morning breeze to blow.
After writing, she asked the palace maid to take it to Shangyuan and burn it so that the Flower God would know about it.
2. Poems containing the word Jin,
Jin Ying is holding his heart and asking for help. Riding on a journey through the eight deserts to serve the country, why should he return the knife to the two vast fields? Wu, deep purple and light yellow. When the rain comes at night, it is bright and fragrant.
The spring breeze is warm and the treasures are leaning against each other. The five clouds on the threshold are beautiful, protecting the morning sun and the green curtain. High and beautiful.
The leaves are exposed, and you must take advantage of the time to appreciate them. I like to try Jianluan for the first time.
However, the crimson wax is beautiful. Drunk, Mo Jinyao drank. Inscribed on Qixia Temple in Sheshan Mountain (Gu Kuang), the theme poem of Emperor Zheng of the Ming Dynasty
The traces are in the place where people died, when the moon is full in the sky, and the treasure vase is not broken. Noise, the Taoist tree has low branches.
Even though I have been away from home, I still meet Jin Shang's temple. > --Meng Jiao's thoughts are full of spring ice, and the romance cannot be taken away. -- Han Yuchi's light is suddenly forced, who can keep the flying bridle? --Li Aochu stays on the river, and the night soul rests on the waves.
The dawn rises on the far bank, and the water is fragrant. --The trees in Mengjiao Village are beautiful, and the wild vegetables are fresh.
It's a sad farewell, but the feeling is melancholy. --The people in Mengjiao reminisce about the old times, and the birds sing in new ways.
--The people in Mengjiao are chirping at night. . The anger is still strong, and the tears of hatred are in the sky.
- Han Yu is full of love, and he feels good about himself. The time of return is in the cool autumn.
--Han Yu is happy as the sun goes down, and he sits alone in sorrow. --Han Yu watches the strange waves, and strikes the strange moon alone. I have an inch of hook in Mengjiao, and I want to catch a thousand-foot stream.
My conscience is suddenly far away, and my ambition is not strong. --The monsters in Mengjiao are temporarily haunted.
Chang Yan paid homage to Shun Yu, raised his horse and rode a bullfight. --Han Yu held his arms in his arms and chased the holy hill. Jia Ci is silent and hates it.
The shadow is clear, and the secret soul is in peace. , not withered but also whirling. --Meng Jiao's raccoon ballads are full of obscene words, and the Ba language is whispering.
I vow to leave the foreign customs and wish to return to Zhongzhou. , bowing and fighting each other.
The drink tasted mellow in the Ming Dynasty, but the taste was fishy. - Meng Jiao Chi goes deep and drums are powerful, and he is in danger and is frightened.
He tied the stone to Jin Shang and fired his bow at the gate. - Han Yu The road is dark and holds a screen, and the waves are frightening and kill the Marquis of Yang.
Believe widely in the misty sky and float freely. - Han Yu The external troubles are gone, and the internal depression is slightly depressed.
He shook his clothes and built a cloud palace, and Chen Qingyou sat on his knees. - Han Yu Virtue turns to slander and cleverness, benevolence dispels conflicts.
The reputation shines in the west sea, and Shu asks endlessly. --Han Yu Return home, Master Meng. When you return, there will be no barbarians.
--Han Yu Banquet in Qingdu (He Zhen) The fine grass is soft along the steps. The sun is getting thinner, and the breeze is gentle and warm.
The spring work is beautiful, the peach blossoms are still small, and the willow buds are still short. The embroidered curtain is high and rolled.
It’s early again, singing and laughing lazily. With the painting building, the sky is far away, the mountains are far away, the water is far away, and the people are far away.
What a shame. Fu Fan is crazy, elegant and elegant, and has no plan to control him.
The green hair stumbles the horse, the red scarf sends tears, and I am obsessed with it. Speechless and scattered tears.
The green sleeves are dripping and heavily stained. Therefore, you must know and think before you say goodbye.
See you when you return. Returning to the mountains to work (protecting the country) Noisy and quiet have their own ways, and I sometimes follow my heart.
Even if you are in the market, you will never forget the forest. Four Hao will brush his clothes, and two Shu will be able to hang his crown.
The story of seclusion in front of the window, watch it at three o'clock every day. Jin Shang can be discussed, Qu Yuan can also be lamented.
To this day, under the Yellow Spring, the name is as high as the blue clouds. The first moon can be seen in the pine cabin, and the ancient altar is worshiped among the flowers.
Where to talk about the heart, the world is empty. Gifted to the Hermit (Lu You) The power surpasses the ancient times, and the light breaks through the accumulated darkness.
Would you rather be alone? The wonderful use of this book forgets to express it. God is determined to play with the baby, and the elixir is running straight.
Xuyu Yingbujin, Xiaochu Jiyuanyuan. Song of Water Melodies (Lee Misun) The pines and cypresses are gradually becoming interesting, but the red and purple should not bloom at the same time.
The flower god Jin Xifang is busy waiting for her husband to come every day. I think of the golden sunflower beside me, illuminated by moonlight and lanterns, and the singing stage is filled with makeup and shadow.
The remaining rhyme is written about the palace expedition, flying down to the distant mountains. Those who have escaped from Zen will respect the best and are tired of long fasts.
I am worried about the wind and catkins, which destroy the spring scenery and take me away from my arms. If you are destined to drive thousands of miles, you are just afraid that the clouds will block the path and hit Cui Wei.
Clap your hands and sing in the spring, and borrow the broken cup from the other side. Manjianghong (Li Zengbo) is a native of Gushe Mountain. After the immortality has gone, only his character remains.
You Laiyou, a veteran of Mochi, can make white grass. If the cold wind and bones of the year are left, how can it bother the cultivation power of nature?
There is a world that cannot be seen with the naked eye. It is not a channel of knowledge. Yuan is not night, and the branches are full of moon.
In the late Yuan Dynasty, there were flowers and snow. The most aloof, sentimental and frivolous.
There is only the faint fragrance of Tian Jinyu, and it is difficult to use gold as a finger. What's more, if you put the words and explanations into reality, it will be empty and form.
Moyu'er (Li Zengbo) smiles at the hanging arc and the wine glass, showing the desolate weather. In the year of Ding, after galloping with bows and swords, he pledged his loyalty to serve his country.
What a shame. Now that I am old, my appearance is as strong as that of Handan.
An Neng can reach far. When I saw off Zheng Hong, I dreamed of butterflies, so I went back without any plan.
Qingxianlu, the old man said that God is Jin Yu. When Songju Village Villa.
It is not like a swallow with a kite on its shoulders, how can it be a goblet-shaped egret? Pack and pick up.
Hugh straight and like, Wen Yuan is set in the distant sky and cherishes the earth. Ajongke language.
I am willing to accept the pain of writing poems when I have been tired for a long time. Miluo (Li Deyu) was relegated to the southern wilderness. When he fell ill, he stopped his boat to hang up the people of Miluo temporarily.
They are all connected with Jin Shangtu Zhuanguo. How could it be that King Huai disliked his direct ministers? The autumn scenery of thousands of miles of Bitan is quiet, and the wild flowers are new in all seasons.
It doesn’t matter if the fisherman asks again, he will have his own way to call back his soul and wipe away his tears.