1. Which poem does Lanfang come from?
Lanfang: the fragrance of orchids. Often used to describe wise men.
Qu Yuan's "Songs of Chu·Calling Souls" during the Warring States Period: "In terms of my thoughts, Lan Fang is more fake." Wang Yi's note: "Lan Fang is a metaphor for a wise man."
Anonymous in the Eastern Han Dynasty "Four Old Poems of Su Ziqing" (Part 4): Candles hold candles in the morning and the moon shines brightly, and autumn orchids are fragrant. Fen Xinliang's hair is good at night, and he hears the wind in my hall.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Wang Yan Cried from the Li River": There are words that cannot be said, and I cry in the snow and recall Lan Fang.
Tang Li Qunyu's poem "From Li Pudong to the Yangtze River on the way out of Baqiu Touyuanwai Congyu": ""Ba Ge" covers "White Snow", and Bao Si buries Lan Fang."
< p> Tang Wei Yingwu's "Qingdu Guanda Youxia": It is as cold as the sound of jade, and as fragrant as the fragrance of orchid. The vast meaning is sitting here, and the moonlight is not yet bright. 2. I want to know about the poems with the theme of "Nine Wands and Orchid Fragrances". Who can give good suggestions?Die Lian Hua Xin Qiji
Nine Wan Fang Feilan Pei Hao, Kong Gu There is no one, and I blame myself for my clever eyebrows. Bao Se's mellow tune lasts through the ages, but the strings of Zhu silk are broken and there are few close friends. I am growing old in my old age, and Tingzhou is full of water. Where can I find fragrant grass? The song that evokes the tiredness of Hunan is not over yet, the stone dragon has finished dancing and the pines are dawning.
Thirty thousand hectares of declining grass and setting sun.
Not considered wandering, just a solitary shadow in the sky.
A bit of desolation requires a drink, and pedestrians wake up towards the river head.
I will stay away less and look at my temples more.
There are thousands of threads, not to mention the new disease.
It’s not that Li Chou is difficult to straighten out, it’s that he provokes other hatred!
The trees in the Smokeless Palace in Linjiang Immortal Golden Valley are green, tender and cold for fear of the spring breeze.
Boshan is slightly warm and fuzzy.
In the spring scenery of the small building, there is a deep dream and the sound of rain.
When will the Biepu carp arrive? The brocade book will be full of hatred.
We met under the crabapple flowers last year.
You should also lose weight as you go, and endure the tears to find the remaining redness.
Linjiang Immortal picked up yellow flowers in his hand and had no thoughts, and walked leisurely through the corridor.
The rolling curtain is fragrant with the lingering fragrance of cinnamon.
The ducks cannot sleep under the dry lotus, and the pond is dark due to sparse rain.
I recall the old days of holding hands together, but now the water is far away and the mountains are long.
Leave the remaining makeup behind with tears in your scarf.
In the old love and new dream, I am thinking in my leisure time.
I remember to burn this night incense with a cut of plum blossoms. People are in the cloister, and the moon is in the cloister.
Now I am alone in the dim light, thinking when I walk and thinking when I sit.
The word "jin" comes in three or two lines, which can break a person's heart a thousand times, or break a person's heart ten thousand times.
Where is Yan'er's fairyland?
It’s scary to come, and it’s scary to go.
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I love you Shaoqiyi.
The orchid boudoir brocade has a new character,
Fang Fei competes for success.
Every time I travel, the sun sets,
I love living in this high county.
Orchid and Zixia boat,
A green chariot tour in Fangyuan.
I love Yangtze clouds,
My love for cranes is quite like a king.
Orchid delicacies and Chen Qixi's banquet,
Fang You has a long history.
I have the jade in my hand,
Love for righteousness can lead to a corporal.
The orchid soup is flowing naturally,
Fangzhou has turned around.
I should know you,
I love Tang Yu, an old official.
The orchid eyes are raised and slanted,
The golden age brings the festive season.
I am a dry fish,
I love living in this high county.
The orchid eyes are raised and the sun is slanting,
The sun is slanting in the garden. 4. Famous quotes and introduction of Hui Lanfang
Mei Lanfang (1894.10.22-1961.8.8), named Lan, also known as Heming, nicknamed Qunjie, courtesy name Wanhua, alias embellished with jade The master of Xuan, whose stage name is Lan Fang. A native of Beijing, his ancestral home is Taizhou, Jiangsu. Master of Chinese Peking Opera performing arts.
Mei Lanfang is an outstanding Beijing and Kundan actor in modern times, the first of the "Four Famous Dancing Dances", and an internationally renowned performing arts master. In more than 50 years of stage life, he has studied carefully and bravely Innovation, created many beautiful artistic images, accumulated a large number of excellent repertoires, developed and improved the singing and performing arts of Peking Opera, forming an art school with a unique style, known as the "Mei School" in the world, and is deeply loved by the broad masses of people in the country. loved and enjoys a high reputation internationally. Its performances have been promoted as one of the "three major performance systems in the world". In the eyes of Westerners, Mei Lanfang is synonymous with Peking Opera. Mei Lanfang's artistic achievements have played a leading role in the development of modern Chinese opera art. 5. Poems about Su Wu
Poems by Su Wu and Li Ling (seven poems)
(1)
The flesh and blood are closely related to the branches and leaves, and friendships are related to each other.
We are all brothers everywhere, who is the traveler?
I am connected with the branches of the tree, and I am one body with the son.
In the past, it was a mandarin duck and a pair of ducks, but now it is a business partner.
In the past, they were similar in appearance and as tall as Hu and Qin.
I just remember that when we say goodbye, our kindness will be renewed every day.
The sound of deer croaking and thinking about weeds can be a metaphor for a distinguished guest.
I have a bottle of wine that I would like to give to people far away.
I hope that I will consider it carefully and talk about this lifelong relationship.
(2)
As husband and wife, there is no doubt about the love between the two.
Enjoy this evening, and it will be a good time.
The journey to conquer my husband is a long way, and it’s so strange when I look up at night.
All the ginseng and dust are gone, go and say goodbye.
We are on the battlefield, but we haven’t seen each other for a long time.
Shake hands, sigh, and shed tears to survive.
Try to love Chunhua, and don’t forget the happy times.
Life is a time to come back, and death is a longing for love.
(3)
The yellow swan is far away and wanders for thousands of miles.
Hu Ma has lost his flock, but his thoughts and hearts are always attached to him.
What's more, the two flying dragons are good at their wings.
Fortunately, there are string songs that can be used as metaphors in my heart.
Please sing for the wandering son, how sad is the calmness.
The sound of silk and bamboo is sharp and clear, generous but sad.
The long song is intense and the heart is filled with sorrow.
If I want to show the Qing Dynasty Shang opera, I can't return to my hometown.
I feel sad inside and cannot shed tears.
I am willing to be like two yellow swans, sending my children to fly far away.
(4)
The bright moon shines brightly in the morning, and the fragrance of autumn orchid blooms.
Fang Xinliang's hair at night, I heard the wind in my hall.
The husband is traveling far away, and the wanderer is in love with his hometown.
In the cold winter of December, I woke up in the morning and faced severe frost.
Look down at the Jianghan River and look up at the floating clouds.
Good friends are far apart, each in another world.
Zhongzhou is separated by mountains and seas, and the distance is long and long.
It’s hard to see a grand gathering again, but happiness is far away.
I hope you will respect your virtue and love Jingguang at all times.
(5)
Good times will never come again, and farewell will come in a moment.
On the side of Pingying Qu road, I was holding my hand and wandering wildly.
Looking up at the floating clouds, they suddenly pass each other.
Everyone is in a corner of the sky as soon as they are lost in the storm.
I will say goodbye to you forever, and I will be here again.
If you want to be blown away by the morning breeze, you will send your son with a humble body.
(6)
It is rare to see a wonderful event again, and three years are a thousand years.
Lining the river, I am carrying long tassels, thinking about my son, and I feel sad for a long time.
Looking from afar, the sad wind is coming, but I can’t repay you with wine.
How can a traveler comfort me with my thoughts on the road ahead?
The unique wine is filled with wine, and the child is prepared.
(7)
Hand in hand up the river, what a wanderer in the dark.
Wandering on the side of the road, unable to say goodbye.
It’s hard for travelers to stay long, everyone talks about longing for each other.
Knowing that it is not the sun and the moon, it is natural to look at it.
Strive to uphold virtue and have a bright head for the future.