Poetry about art 1. What are the poems about art?
This poem about art is as follows:
1. Bai Juyi's "Go to the Golden Wine" in Tang Dynasty
Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup.
Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.
2. "Qin" Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty
Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
3. Li Bai's Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano in the Tang Dynasty
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
4. Untitled Bai Yuchan in the Southern Song Dynasty
Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times. I don't know if this song of yours has ever interrupted several people's intestines.
The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
5. "Qin in the Wind" Tang Lu Tong
Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, dragons sing.
A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
2. Ancient poems about art
Quotations from Li Ping.
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Shu Zhangtong, Gao Qiu.
An empty mountain condenses clouds without flowing.
Hunan and Hubei cry bamboo sorrow.
Li Ping and China play the piano together.
Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls,
Lotus tears and vanilla smiles.
The cold light melted in front of the twelve gates,
Twenty-three silk moving purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to repair the sky by refining stones.
The rock-breaking stirred up autumn rain.
Dreaming of the holy mountain to teach the gods,
Old Fish danced Bo and Thin jiaozi.
Wu sleeps on the laurel tree,
The wet and cold rabbit flew barefoot.
Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.
Tang _ _ Li Bai
Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
Nice piano
Tang _ _ Bai Juyi
Nature is good, and the dust machine smells empty.
When you hear it, everything leaves your heart.
Qingchang can cure diseases, soothe the nerves and nourish the mind.
You should listen to Sanle to comfort Pulsatilla.
Zhang plays the piano.
Tang _ _ Changjian
You go to the grass and Xifeng plays the piano.
Is it only in the mountains that you can get rid of your troubles?
When Chao returned from the mountain pass, he came out of the ridge and heard the sound of silence.
Understand the clouds, see the heart of heaven and earth.
Under Xuanhe, Wan Li is in a clear sky, and pine trees dance.
Change course, buckle (and) business voice, listen to the dragons.
I feel a little crazy and gradually know the depth of the fairy.
Will be refined into a golden tripod and vote for me forever.
Listen to the piano
Tang _ _ Liu Changqing
On the seventh silk, the cold wind in the pines.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Jiangnan Nong Zhao se Cai qu
Southern and Northern Dynasties _ _ Shen Yue
Han Danqi made a literary play.
String threading and quick adjustment of shear flow marks.
The crane rises with white clouds.
White clouds are rising, and the aroma is fragrant.
Coming out of the compound, the song is not over yet.
First, about the piano
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
-Wang Wei's bamboo house
Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup.
Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.
-Bai Juyi's On Gin.
Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
-Wang Changling's "Qin"
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
-Li Bai's Listening to Qin Rui, a Monk of Shu.
Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times. I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song.
The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
-Bai Yuchan "Untitled"
Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, dragons sing. A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
-Lu Tong's Piano in the Wind
Second, it rains at home during the chess season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
3. Poetry about art
Li Ping quoted Tang, Shu Tong and Zhang.
Empty mountains congeal clouds, Hunan and Hubei cry bamboo and worry. Li Ping and China play the piano together.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits. Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night. Tang _ _ Li Baiqing sat in the bright moon while the hermit played the lute.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song". The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. Listen to Qin Tang _ _ Bai Juyi's "Nature is Good", but the dust machine is empty.
When you hear it, everything leaves your heart. Qingchang can cure diseases, soothe the nerves and nourish the mind.
You should listen to Sanle to comfort Pulsatilla. In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Qinqin _ _ Chang Jianjun went to the grass green, and Xi Feng played the jade piano.
Is it only in the mountains that you can get rid of your troubles? When Chao returned from the mountain pass, he came out of the ridge and heard the sound of silence.
Understand the clouds, see the heart of heaven and earth. Under Xuanhe, Wan Li is in a clear sky, and pine trees dance.
Change course, buckle (and) business voice, listen to the dragons. I feel a little crazy and gradually know the depth of the fairy.
Will be refined into a golden tripod and vote for me forever. Listening to the seven-stringed piano of Tang _ _ Liu Changqing, I remembered a cold wind in the pines.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Southern Agricultural Photograph Songs in Southern and Northern Dynasties _ _ Shen Yue Handan Qi composition study catalpa.
String threading and quick adjustment of shear flow marks. The crane rises with white clouds.
White clouds are rising, and the aroma is fragrant. Coming out of the compound, the song is not over yet.
4. Poetry about art
First, about the piano
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
-Wang Wei's bamboo house
Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup.
Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.
-Bai Juyi's On Gin.
Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
-Wang Changling's "Qin"
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
-Li Bai's Listening to Qin Rui, a Monk of Shu.
Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times. I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song.
The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
-Bai Yuchan "Untitled"
Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, dragons sing. A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
-Lu Tong's Piano in the Wind
Second, it rains at home during the chess season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
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Go to Baidu to find out the details of Bai Juyi in Guanyintai Wangcheng.
A hundred schools of thought are like a chess game, and Twelve Streets [2] are like vegetable fields.
In the distance, it is slightly into the fire [3], and there are five doors to the west in a week.
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Baidu tells the details of Du Fu's "On Leaving the Tomb of Prime Minister Fang".
I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave.
The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.
I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.
But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.
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Baidu takes a look at the details of Du Fu in Jiangcun.
The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Go to the lobby and swallow it,
Close relatives, gulls in the water. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
The only thing many diseases need is medicine, what else can they ask for?
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Check the detailed information of Feng Yansi on Baidu.
At the beginning of the night, people are very close.
Broken windows and broken moon.
Parrots sleep, flies sing,
The west wind and cold have not yet become.
Red candle, half a game of chess,
Draw Pingshan green on the bed.
Embroider the lyre,
Before the joy, my eyes filled with tears.
5. Poetry about art
1, Zhuliguan
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
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Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling.
Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
Step 2 make an appointment
Song Dynasty: Zhao Shixiu
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
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Mei Huangshi, everyone was flooded by the rain, and there were bursts of frogs on the edge of the grassy pond.
It's past midnight and the invited guests haven't come yet. I knocked on the chess piece bored, and when I lit the oil lamp, I knocked off the knot on the wick.
3. Qingming
Song Dynasty: Wang Yucheng
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
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I lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, without seeing or drinking. This lonely and miserable life, like a monk in a barren mountain temple, seems lonely to me.
Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.
4. Langtaosha Jiuqu Yellow River Wan Li Sand
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand.
Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
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The winding Yellow River comes from afar and is wrapped in yellow sand in Wan Li.
Now that you have come up from the horizon, it seems that you are going to fly directly to the high-altitude galaxy. Please take me to soar, gather in the Milky Way, and visit the Cowherd and the Weaver Maid.
5. A suggestion for my friend Liu
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Rhyme translation
The newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson.
It's getting dark, and the snow is coming. Can I have a drink? Friend!
6. Poetry about art
Drink the songs of the Eight Immortals
Du Fu
Riding a horse is like riding a boat.
Dizzy, fell into the well and slept underwater.
Ruyang's three fights began in the sky,
The road drools at the corner of the car.
I wish I could not move the capital to Jiuquan.
It takes thousands of dollars for Zuo Xiang to get rich.
Drinking like a whale,
The musical saint in the cup is called avoiding sages.
A handsome and beautiful boy,
Look at the sky with white eyes,
As bright as Yushu before the wind.
Embroidered Buddha for a long time before Su Jinzhai,
When you are drunk, you often love to escape Zen.
Li Bai has a hundred poems,
Go to sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an,
When the emperor called, he didn't get on the boat.
Call myself Brewmaster.
Three cups of grass in Zhang Xu,
Before you take off your hat and show your head,
Waving paper like a cloud.
Five buckets of rice with scorched ears are outstanding,
Talk a lot, and your eloquence will surprise you.
1. I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the piano and humming the piano songs. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. -Wang Wei's "Zhuliguan" autumn rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup. Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things. -Bai Juyi's "To Gold" is lonely and mysterious, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients. Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet? -Wang Changling's "Qin", a monk in the West Shu of Mount Emei, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. -Li Bai's "Listening to Qin Rui, a Monk of Shu" gives birth to autumn water with ten fingers and counts the sunset. I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song. The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains. Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
7. There are two famous literary sayings and two poems praising "Songzhu Meilan"
Twelve Orchid Poems: Ancient Style In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai lived in a quiet Orchid Garden, with no weeds in the grass. Although it shines in the sun, it makes me feel sorry for the high autumn moon. The flying frost drops early, and cyan dares not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance? No one knows the orchid life in the Liu Hao Valley, but I am the fragrant East Pavilion. Knowing that there is pure fragrance can remove the filth and pity the delicate leaves and smart cream more. What we can see at present is the chapter of Chu Ci. The broad crowd and fragrant spectrum show that Liu Hao's crying and exposure are disordered, including the wind shadow. The layman can understand this and look at the flowers in Ye Sheng. He sang two or three orchids with the same feet, and the warm wind was warm one day and warm the next. Sitting in the room for a long time, I don't know that the fragrance is in the room. When I push the window, the butterfly flies. The inscription says that Lan Qing and Zheng Xie are at the top of Qian Shan, and the rock seam is deep and wonderful. Flowers that are sparse without clouds are cold and charming. Xiangjiang River is full of tears. Is there a heart like gracefu? There are no leaves and leaves to help the weather vane. The heartbroken episode is Li Sao. Zhu De Yuexiu Park is full of flowers. Only the orchid fragrance is just right, and it is rare for a while. Zhang Xueliang and Lan Shi are famous all over the world and have settled in thousands of families. Ye Li is full of benevolence and righteousness, but flowers don't float. Evergreen smiles against the cold. In the deep mountains of Lansheng and Chen, the fragrance is rich. Occasionally appreciated by the world, move to a higher level. Rain and dew are out of season, and their roots leave their hometown. Although they have suffered love, it is not the right way to raise them. In winter, frost and snow are zero, and green leaves are afraid of being scratched. How can they smell sweet in the forest valley? When the new makeup of money was stopped, I suddenly saw a concentric spit. Take care. Better help the beautiful woman. First, from the care of my master, I am ashamed that I am enjoying bitter bamboo. Du Fu's Tang Qingming is also self-sustaining, strong in weakness and strong in support. Avoid the taste of bitter summer insects, and spring birds doubt it. The porch won't be heavy, I want to say nothing. Fortunately, I am near the secluded house, under the frost root pavilion in the morning. Only clumps of trees are like owners. Zhu Shi (Xie) insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken rocks. They are still strong after many hardships, as strong as the east, west, north and south winds. In Mei Tang, Wang Anshi counted the plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. Far away, I don't know if there is enough snow, because there is a faint fragrance. Xue Zhaoming and I lost a plum blossom poem. A plum blossom poem was written by Wang Anshi, and a snow tree was piled on the road. Snowdrifts are scattered all over four mountains. How can we incarnate hundreds of billions, a plum flower and a blooming flower? Pine trees, Tang and platinum were bought with pine trees, so you planted them first, but I didn't. Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on, and a good voice comes in the middle of the night. Dr. Cheng's fame and prestige are well known from ancient times to modern times, and he is even more lonely. It will be said that Lingtou is idle, and there are still a few clouds hanging in the sunset. Du Xunhe of Komatsu Hall grew up in the grass. Now Lingyun starts, and the road is high. Du Fu's four pines were about three feet strong when they first moved in the Tang Dynasty. If you don't come here for three years, you will stand like a man for so long. You will look after the roots, but don't count the branches withered. You are lucky in your hair, you can hide it. The small fence you inserted has a dike. In the end, you will lose it and you will be saved. If you dare to be the master of the forest, Li Shu is not good. I was born without roots, and my poems are boundless. My behavior can be forgotten. Don't regret it, after a thousand years, the sky is flat. I planted two poems by Tang Bai Juyi Komatsu, and my beloved hand moved before my feet were full. The background of the stream is pale, and the clouds are wet and fuzzy. I planted it late and grew up to be an emperor. How do you grow these inches in your forties? Life is seventy years old. I love you these days, but unfortunately you contain straightforward words. If I want to see you in front of the court, I will put you in front of the court. If I knew you were dead, I would go to Lingyun. At the bottom of the ravine, Bai Juyi is 100 feet big and 10 yards wide. He was born at the bottom of the cold and humble ravine. In the deep mountains, people are dying, and old age and death are not related. Emperor Tang Ming owes Liang Mu two things. Who knows? Although there are differences in competition, the highest is not necessarily wise, and the lower is not necessarily stupid. You can't see corals growing on the bottom of the deep sea. It seems that the white elm is planted in the sky. The bamboo and stone of pine and bamboo are clear and clear. Zheng Xie insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. They are still strong, and the east, west, north and south winds are everywhere. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's bamboo was half-hidden, and new shoots came out of the wall. The rain is clean and the wind is fragrant. There is nothing inappropriate about Ting Liu Chu Yuxi. The memory of Li Shangyin in Meitang has been deposited on the horizon, something she yearns for. Han Mei is the most annoying flower, which grew last year. At the beginning of Mei Tang, the trees were completely frozen, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely. Last night, in the former deep Xue Cun, a branch blossomed. The wind sends a delicate fragrance, and the birds peep. Next year, if the law is observed, it will first be reflected on the spring platform. In the corner of Meitang, Wang Anshi made several plums, and Ling opened alone. With the breeze. When the breeze blows on your face, Xiao Ai sees you. If you lose your way, you will be able to cross. If you are conscious, you should think that birds will waste their good bows. Orchid poetry, Yuan Shu orchid for the door, do not like Chu, can not plant jade people. The door is no place for orchids. Cha Xiao's orchid poems are admirable and self-contained. Flowers fail to live up to expectations, including the exhibition Committee frost.