Poems about cigarettes

1. What are the poems about cigarettes? 1. Two Hundred Poems of Jinling

Year: Song Author: Su Ling

Iron money changed hands into copper money, and father and old man conveyed joy.

Maybe Yingchuan can do this. There are cigarettes everywhere in the painting.

2. "Partridge Sky's Traditional Fields of Last Year"

Year: Song Author:

Last year, the soil in the field was too old, and tomorrow it will be dusty under the smoke wall. Immediately, the newcomer turned red and purple, and the geisha was sent back to meet him. The swallow with a hairpin won the gold medal. Zhao dance moves southerners. Zhina people put on sticks and scarves and watched beginning of spring with their children.

3. Lin Jiangxian, it's easy for me to go to him.

Year: Song Author:

It's easy for me to find him, but it's hard for him to recognize me. When you are enlightened, there are kettle days everywhere. Find an ancient poem and sit and watch cigarettes. If the happy old age is not maintained, the elite era will disappear. From now on, a full meal will make you sleep better. I didn't even read the "Dan Jing" and sat for a thousand years.

4. "Linjiang Xianzi, Xiao Sheng blew in the long night."

Year: Song Author: Zhao Changqing

The night is long and the flute is blowing, but the stars are still thin. Drunk nepotism writes new poems. When the window locks the wind and dew, when the candle shines on the moon. The sound of the water is melodious and pleasant, and the feelings know each other. The old cigarettes are gone. Full of banana leaves, singing and scattering flowers.

5. "Bodhisattva Man, Wicker Idle House"

Year: Song Author:

Wicker basket leisure courtyard. Jinbo embroidery makes waves in the spring breeze. Red sun is dry. It is colder when the flowers are late. Green sandalwood is hidden in gold. Tribe is in the cigarette. Who knows what you hate? An empty beam fell into the mud.

6. "Spring on the Jade Tower"

Year: Song Author: Yan

On the west bank of the flag pavilion, there are clouds and hidden smoke all over the road.

Liu Yin is a thrush, and flowers fly around.

Dress up as Qiu Niang's envy and curl up as an embroiderer.

The breeze is full of drunkenness and strangers hate it.

7. "Dead Hua Lian, trying to alleviate Se's cold"

Year: Song Author: Zhao Lingzhi

If you want to reduce the cold in Luoyi, you will not roll the bead curtain, but people will roll it deeply. How many flowers are there on the branches of apricot trees? Article red hates Qingming rain.

A wisp of cigarettes sinks every day. Waking up late after staying up late annoyed the mood of spring. Yuan Xin was also mistakenly hit by Yan. Small screen on Xijiang Road.

8. "Working with Mr. Jia Zhishe in Daming Palace"

Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei

Wearing a red scarf, the official seal in his hand rose to dawn, and the official was changed to Emperor Cui Yunzuo.

Nine gates in heaven reveal the palace and its courtyard, and all countries wear crowns.

At the beginning of the day, Sun shook his palm and smoked a yellow robe.

At the end of the early years, to write an imperial edict to the emperor, Yu Pei Yudingdang returned to the Phoenix Pool.

9. "Bai Weiling Beauty, Cigarettes Around Lantang Banquet"

Year: Song Author: Hu

Cigarettes wandered around the Lanting banquet. Duck bead curtain roll.

After the fragrant wind turns, Shao sounds. Xiang Jin Yan, Qing.

Xiangshan burned all the birds and let them fly. Beautiful women with sweet sleeves sing.

When the mash is full, pour it for ten minutes. Xiangxin prolongs life and protects thousands of spring.

2. Li Shimin's poem about the word "smoke"

Smoke is far from the shore, and the moon is half cloudy. Autumn comes at night in the mountainous area of Liaodong.

Yuan Zhen

Come to the old city of Guo again, with tens of thousands of fireworks. Tiantanggui

Wang ya

Once separated, smoke Wan Li. The boudoir sent five third songs.

Wei Zhuang

I even smell a corner of the city, misty and rainy. Gulp it off and give it to the host.

wei yingwu

Smoke and dust hold the letter valley pass, and autumn geese pass. West building

Sikongtu

The stream is close to the fisherman and the smoke is high. Nine miscellaneous questions

Liu Changqing

Worrying about Qingshan Road, misty summer is an old man. Give Qin to levy a monarch.

Zhu Fang

Time flies on the earth, but the hazy beauty lingers near Jiulin Temple, and has not dispersed because of the passage of time. Tianzhu (Crane) Forest Temple

Jiangyouling

The flame goes with the red sun and the smoke flies away at dusk. Mountain fire poem

Yangshibian

Love the things in this mountain, see smoke and frost all day long. Qi Shu's first move

Wu Rong

Smoke is ashamed, and elk is ashamed of its initial heart. Assistant Minister He Yang

Zhang Hu

No one is there, Fan Li, smoke and water are sinking. Songjiang nostalgia

Li zhong

There is a trace of wool, and the haze is clear. The second of two poems about You Mao.

Li Longji

Words did not fall, smoke water Chung Shan Man. Send Master Hu Zhen back to Xishan.

Lu guimeng

Cold rain only adds summer heat, and smoke is not in early spring. early spring

Don

When we get together, we are neighbors, and fireworks are our own family. fish

There is no night in the yard, and the smoke turns bright in the oblique month. courtyard

Xu Ning

Sweet death Boshan furnace, smoke gives birth to Bai Liu. Yangguaier

The poem about smoking is 1. There are smoke roads in the smoke mountain, and the sea of wine is boundless.

It's a long way to smoke, so I smoke from left to right.

3, cigarettes bear morality, bitter tea and articles.

4. The scenery in the south, with thousands of miles of smoke, is known in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside Jiaoling, there is only smoke; Everyone is so busy that their pockets are gone.

5, when there is smoke, ask the sky. I don't know what cigarettes you, me, him, her, and you have in your pocket. I want to smoke and go home, but I'm afraid of the jade building. High places can't burn.

6, cigarettes before going to bed, will there be frost? . Look up and ask the moon, bow down and iron clothes.

7, crying men are afraid of their wives, and rushing to the crown is a cigarette.

8, broken bones are not afraid, to leave a smoke soul in the world.

9. No one has died since ancient times. Keep a cigarette and take pictures.

10, someone smokes and he has given up smoking; Some people quit, but he still smokes.

4. What are the poems with the word "smoke"? 1, "butterfly lovers, threshold, chrysanthemum, tears and dew"

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?

2. "Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Mo Yan Ruzhi"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is worried.

The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion.

3, "Qing Ping Le Yu Qing Yan Ye"

Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi

Rain is fine and smoke is late. The green water and the new pool are full. Shuang Yan went to the weeping willow courtyard, and the small pavilion painted curtains with high volumes.

Zhu Lan alone at dusk. The southwest crescent is arched. Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring.

4. butterfly lovers dreams of entering the smoke channel in the south of the Yangtze River.

Song: Yan

Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.

If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.

5. "Young beauty, jade house, solitary smoke"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Che

Jade building is ethereal and lonely. I was drunk with grief. Wild geese come and go, far and dark. The curtain rolls a crescent moon, fearing dusk.

I have no news of that man. You hate people who break it. If you know someone, jump on Hua. Give me a dream and go on a blind date.

reference data

Ancient poetry network. Ancient Poetry Network [citation time 2018-1-14]

5. What are the poems about cigarettes? 1. Qi's "Spring Night"

I am used to sleeping in the clouds. I am like a bird. I don't know how steep Xiange is, but I feel that the jade rope is low. Li Shimin likes cigarettes, but poetry is ashamed to give a pen title. Spring is not over, dreams are over.

2. Tang Du Fu's "Jia Zhizhong's Scheeren Works and Daming Palace Jia Zhichu"

Five nights, the sound missed the arrow, nine times drunk in spring. The flag warms the dragon and snakes, and the palace wind is slightly higher than that of the birds. Cigarettes are full of sleeves, and poetry becomes pearls and jade. Want to know the beauty of human silk, there are phoenix feathers on the pool today.

3. Song Zhao Shi Xiu's Yizhao Temple in Xinzhou

Four or five lotus branches, lonely in the empty pool. I finally saw a straw man, watched a banquet and sat on a monument, all of which were empty. Cigarettes remember the sun, and poetry remembers the time. I don't know if I should ask Taichung Crane.

4. Constant "Gift to Mr. Pan Shiyi"

In the clear sound of jade bamboo shoots, five clouds wrap the sky. The highest end is the arched Tong Ming Hall, and the upper part is near Kefan Mountain. The festival is about to ride away, and there are no scenic spots in the temple. The sleeves are full of smoke, and poems should be left between the fans.

5. Song Wan initiated Shao Zhi's You Tian Ping Bai Shan Yun Quan.

Step on a few layers of shade in a loose path and wash the guest's heart with a spoonful of cold spring. The wind blows high, and the dangerous stone is deep. The temple is like smoke, and the inscriptions in Tang poetry are dizzy. Bird trails can be more secluded, but I hope I can't climb them without strength.

6. Where are the good poems and pictures about cigarettes? Have your first cigarette.

Imagine the past drifting away like smoke.

Watch the smoke dissipate.

I have difficulty breathing.

Confirm a story

The past is the past.

Leaving only ashes

Sigh on a cold night

Have a second cigarette.

Imagination reignited my thoughts.

Watch the smoke rise

Look at that blue shadow.

Prove a habit

Missing or missing?

You're still careless.

I still like cigarettes.

Smoke the third cigarette.

Imagine having you light it for me

I smell you.

Look at the vague lines in poetry.

Prove a rule

I can't do it without you.

I need your company.

You are a source of inspiration.

stick

You are too casual.

Deal with everything

My past was deeply lonely.

I look at it now.

You'll screw everything up.

Willow green light dance reminds you

Dreams in full bloom come to you.

Grass is even more eager to try.

Did you ignore it?

My Everything

Dear spring

I am a dead branch of a tree.

I was black and blue in winter.

You diagnosed me as dry.

Judge my mood

Still love winter

But, honey,

My gesture begged for germination.

Every branch that struggles and withers

Love is over.

So, in the spring,

I hope you can understand.

Pass me by again

snail

I'd rather give up my home.

Give up those comfortable memories

Become a snail

Waiting for relief after a heavy rain.

My hungry heart

With a heavy and hard shell.

Crawl slowly

Then, please don't tell me.

Where to climb?

I'm just starving.

It's just that I'm climbing because I insist

Maybe I can climb a tree.

Then, please don't tell me either.

Are there any delicious leaves there?

Is that leaf poisonous?

But I think anyway,

Finally fell down.

The process of falling

I just want to express my sincerity

Suck the lungs! ! ! ! ! ! !

7. There is an ancient poem about "smoke", which should be accompanied by an appreciation of Du Mu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. He is known as "Xiao Du" in history. He has a nickname "Du Sanyan".

Why is this? Because he used the word "smoke" well in his poems, three of them became famous sentences. Please see: the smoke cage is full of sand in the cold moon and near Qinhuai restaurant at night.

("Bo Qinhuai") Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. There is no reason to watch Fan Li. There are five lakes in the east.

(Xuanzhou Kaiyuan Temple Water Pavilion) The word "smoke" is vivid and vividly depicts the unique scenery of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. -

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan. In the 25th year of Kaiyuan (737), Cui, the deputy envoy of Hexi Festival, defeated Tubo greatly, and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty ordered Wang Wei to go to the fortress as the censor to inspect the military situation.

This is actually pushing Wang Wei out of court. This poem was written on the way to the border.

"I want to ask over there by bike", so I won't go by car. Where are you going? "The vassal country has passed Juyan", Juyan is in the northwest of Zhangye County, Gansu Province, far from the northwest frontier. The poet compared Peng to Yan, saying that he came out of Han's fortress, like a blowing in the wind weed, and entered Hu's sky, like a wild goose flying north.

In ancient poetry, flying over the eaves and walking over the wall is often used as a metaphor for a wandering wanderer, but here it is a metaphor for a minister with a court mission, who is secretly writing the poet's inner anger and depression. It echoes the "bicycle" in the first sentence.

The trip to Wan Li took only ten words. Then it describes the typical scenery in the desert: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen."

The last two sentences are written to arrive at the frontier fortress: "Xiaoguan is protected in Yanran every time he rides a horse." When I arrived at the frontier fortress, I didn't see the general. The scouts told the special envoy that the general was at the front.

The poet focused his pen and ink on what he was best at winning-writing landscapes. The author's mission takes place in spring.

On the way, I saw a few lines of returning geese to the north. The poet made a metaphor on the spot, and compared himself with returning geese, which was both narrative and scenery-writing, which was natural and appropriate. In particular, the link of "lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen" describes the strange and magnificent scenery outside the Great Wall after entering the frontier fortress. The picture is open and the artistic conception is magnificent, which is called "the wonders of the ages" by Wang Guowei.

The frontier desert is boundless, so the word "big" of "desert" is used. The frontier fortress is desolate and wonders. The smoke lit by the beacon tower is particularly eye-catching, so it is called "solitary smoke".

A word "solitary" describes the monotony of the landscape, and a word "straight" behind it also shows its strength and perseverance. There are no mountains and trees in the desert, and the Yellow River flowing through it cannot express the poet's feelings unless a word "long" is used.

Sunset, originally easy to give people a sentimental impression, uses the word "round" here, but gives people a feeling of warmth and boundless. The word "circle" and "straight" not only accurately describes the desert scene, but also shows the author's deep affection.

The poet skillfully blends his loneliness into the description of the vast natural scenery. The forty-eighth chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions said: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." .

How straight do you want to smoke? The sun is naturally round. The word' straight' seems unreasonable, and the word' round' seems too vulgar.

When I closed the book and remembered, I seemed to have seen this scene. You have to look for two more words of these two, but you can't find two words. "

This is "the advantage of poetry, which has unspeakable meaning, but it is vivid when you want to go;" It seems unreasonable, and it is reasonable to want to go. "This passage can be regarded as revealing the superb artistic realm of these two poems.

This poem was written in the spring and summer of the 25th year of Kaiyuan (737). At that time, our envoy Cui defeated Tubo in Hexi, and Wang Wei was sent to the fortress as a supervisor. Bicycle: it means being alone.

Q: Comfort. Dependent country: a dependent country.

Juyan, a country in the Han Dynasty, is in the northwest of Zhangye, Gansu. The purpose of this trip is. Later Han Dynasty: "There are Zhang Ye and Juyan in Liangzhou."

F: Visiting. Peng Qian: Peng Gen is shallow and floats with the wind, so the ancients used Peng Qian and Peng Piao as a metaphor for travelers.

Sign it. Okay. Xiaoguan: a fortress in the west of Han and Tang Dynasties, located in the southeast of Guyuan County, Ningxia.

Waiting for the ride, the penalty valve rushed together, wiping the scouts on horseback, that is, the scouts on horseback. Duhufu: The commander of Duhufu in the border town, here refers to Cui.

Ran Yan: The name of this mountain is Hang Ai Shan. In today's Mongolian People's Republic.

Dou Xian was defeated by Han Dynasty in Xiongnu North Khan, chased to Yanran Mountain, carved stone and made meritorious deeds, which was regarded as the story of defeating the enemy by later generations. Take this.

While appreciating the poet's poems, his friend and mentor Zhang Jiuling was rejected by Li. This is a sign that Xuanzong's politics changed from Qingming to fatuity. Therefore, the poet is not blindly excited, but lonely in the process of comforting the defeated army.

In the first four sentences, the poet wrote a lonely mentality. All the way from "cycling" to "border", one person looked up and saw Hu Yan flying back, which made the poet sad and felt like a broken-rooted floating tent, far away from his hometown.

In the last four sentences, the poet saw the wonders of the desert in Hu Tian, "The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen". Such a magnificent scene inspired the poet, making him gradually get rid of his lonely state of mind, giving birth to heroic feelings, and triggering patriotic enthusiasm for defeating the enemy and making contributions. The fifth and sixth sentences of this poem, "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen", are particularly worth mentioning.

In the vast desert, a wisp of solitary smoke on the beacon tower goes straight into the sky; The long river is like a belt, and the setting sun is extremely round. These two poems highlight the roughness and strength of the desert and condense the poet's mentality. Judging from the wording of the poem, the language is not surprised and unpretentious, but it can describe the unspeakable scene in front of us, with endless implication, reaching the realm of muddy success and showing the profound skill of the poet. -Long March, my hair hasn't covered my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers and paying by the door.

When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.

When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.

But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.

When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water. Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.

I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss. Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.

Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden. I feel that this hurts my concubine.