Bai Juyi's first poem
Bai Juyi-a silver bottle at the bottom of a well
Pull the vase up from the bottom of the wire rope at the bottom. The vase quic
Bai Juyi's first poem
Bai Juyi-a silver bottle at the bottom of a well
Pull the vase up from the bottom of the wire rope at the bottom. The vase quickly came to the rope, but it broke. The hairpin made of jade is placed on the stone, and the jade hairpin grinds around but breaks from the middle. How did the vase Hosta fall into the Hosta at the bottom of the well? Just like the difference between my days and Jun. When it comes to the old days of a family, people say that there is a beautiful shadow between actions. Comb your hair into a beautiful bun, like Qiu Chan's wings, and gently turn your eyebrows like distant mountains. Laughing and laughing together in the back garden, I haven't met Hejun yet. I play with plum branches on the low wall and the gentleman riding a white horse on the edge of the willow tree.
Bai Juyi-Night Rain
I miss a person, far away from home. I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines. I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day. I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night. What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening. Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.
Bai Juyi-Charcoal Man
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black. What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
Bai Juyi —— Appreciation of Spring Tour in Qiantang
Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning. Several early warblers competed for warm trees, and their new swallows pecked at new soil. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Bai Juyi —— A suggestion for my friend Liu.
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? ! Appreciation: drinking wine to catch up with the past, both ancient and modern. In this snowy evening, Yan Jing's fire reflects the fermented green wine, which is full of interest. Invited to drink around the stove, the wine does not enter the throat, and the heart is intoxicated. The poet is diligent in persuading wine and has deep feelings.
Bai Juyi-buying flowers
The imperial city withered in spring, and it was noisy. * * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you. The price is uncertain, and the reward depends directly on the number of flowers: burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of elements. Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it. Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change. Everyone is used to it, and everyone is confused. There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally.
Bai Juyi-Sauvignon Blanc
Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad. Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building. Author: Bai Juyi, from Weinan, Shaanxi.
Bai Juyi's Poems Part Two
Bai Juyi-watching fish
Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim. A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook. Appreciation: fish watching is a seven-character quatrain. The poet watched the fish by the pool, and the children were fishing on the hook. They felt it. These two sentences mean that people who love fish are different. I love fish and feed them. I hope they grow up. You are fishing for your own pleasure.
Bai Juyi —— Ci of the harem
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby. Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn. About the author: Bai Juyi (772-846), a native of Weinan, Shaanxi. In his early years, he was enthusiastic about helping the world, emphasizing the political function of poetry and doing his best to make it popular. He wrote Sixty Poems, New Yuefu and Qin Zhongyin, which really achieved the goal of "singing without doing".
Bai Juyi-Pipa Hang
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to his voice, there is a clank of iron in Kyoto. I asked him if Ben Chang 'an advocated women and tried to learn pipa from Mu Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. He ordered wine and played a few songs quickly; Quba Ran Min.
Bai Juyi-Qiantang Spring Tour
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Note: 1. Qiantang Lake: Another name for West Lake in Hangzhou. 2. Gushan Temple: On Gushan Mountain in Bai Causeway, West Lake.
Bai Juyi in Shang Yang's White-haired Man: Resentment and Broadness;
Shang Yang people, beauty is old, white hair is new. Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring. Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60. At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry. When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Bai Juyi-Farewell, Fude Guyuan Grass
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Weeds in the ancient plains grow in disorder, flourish every spring, and Qiu Lai withers. Despite the continuous wildfires, the spring breeze is still thriving.