Poems about swings

It's all poems about swings.

Su Shi in Spring Night

Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

The pavilion in Song Guanlou is very quiet, and the night in the swing yard is very heavy.

Mosky Feng Yansi

The garden is full of flowers and wine.

Laugh heartily.

Wandering in the wind, warming up firewood,

The fragrance of spring is deep and fragrant.

Don't pity Huang Jingui,

You must teach wine tasting every day.

Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi

Jinbo traveled all over the world,

Make a galactic crossing when the stars are sparse.

Huaying is lying on the swing.

Long people are not spoiled.

The jade Zheng has not been fully developed.

Ji feng Luan chai tuo

Dreams and moths have low memories,

The breeze cools the embroidered clothes.

Xiangshangbei Feng Yansi

Falling plums to remove residual powder,

Clouds are heavy, smoke is light, cold food is near.

The curtains covered the incense,

The swing outside the willow tree draws a wall.

Spring mountain is upside down,

Spring flies into the eaves and falls asleep.

Dream moment,

Only Hua Ting and Yue Zhi can know.

Feng Yansi in April

Wine wakes up evil,

The gold thread faded,

Jade muscles are like knives.

Cold food is too cold,

Begonia is scattered.

At first glance,

The smoke is thin,

Green curtains, cages and painted pavilions.

I fell asleep in spring,

I think I missed my date on the swing.

Drunk Taoyuan Feng Yansi

Nanyuan is in the middle of spring,

The wind and smell in Ma Si.

Green plums are like beans and arch eyebrows,

Long butterflies are flying.

The dew is heavy and the grass smoke is low.

The curtains hang down.

Throw careless loose clothes,

The painted beam belongs to Shuang Yan.

Han yi Xiao Jie

In front of Shuangmen Jade Hall,

Cold food, cuttlefish, moon, noon.

I miss that man so much that he hangs his head.

Shy refused to play on the swing.

Cold food night hanwo

Extremely cold, light cold and windy,

Apricot flowers and snow are pink.

At midnight,

The pavilion is hazy and drizzling.

Untitled Li shangyin

The eight-year-old girl likes to look in the mirror secretly and has been able to raise her eyebrows.

At the age of ten, I went for an outing and imagined the clothes that Lotus made for myself.

I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out.

At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married.

At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring.