Poems written by the royal family in Qing Dynasty

1, Du Mu's Guo Huaqing Palace

Looking back at Chang 'an, Mount Li is like a pile of splendid scenery, and the gates of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opened in turn. Riding a princess and laughing in the world of mortals, no one knew it was litchi.

2. Wang Wei's Song of Luoyang Girls.

There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street. She looks fifteen, maybe a little older.

Her master rode his fast horse, jade bit the reins, and the maid, silver carp.

Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.

Silk scarves cover seven fragrant cars, and Jane fans cover nine flowers.

Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.

He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.

When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn began to stir. Those nine soft lights were like petals in a string of dancing flowers.

Between dances, she hardly has time to sing, and her makeup is just incense.

All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.

Who will notice this girl from Yue, with a white face, humble and poor, washing silk by the river alone? .

3. Du Fu's "From Beijing to Fengxian, Sing 500 Words"

Ling Du has cloth, but the boss has turned his back on himself.

What a fool to make a promise! Steal Xiaomi and the deed.

It is actually an autumn, and the bald head is generous.

The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost.

If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat.

The jar that makes fun of classmates is very fierce.

Not without rivers and seas, send the sun and the moon smartly;

When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more.

Is there a lack of corridors and temples now?

The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win.

Gu Wei is an ant family, but he seeks his own point;

Hu Weiwei craves whales and wants to suppress the Bohai Sea?

Therefore, my understanding of physiology is wrong, and I am ashamed to do it alone.

Have you put up with dust so far?

Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival.

Drinking and chatting are adaptive, and singing is broken.

At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks.

It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night.

First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.

I passed Mount Li in the morning and crawled on the couch.

Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery.

Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia.

The monarch and the minister stay for fun, and the music moves the Yinjiao Pavilion.

Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown.

All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women.

Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que.

The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country.

If I suddenly understand, will you abandon this thing?

Toastmasters are in the imperial court, and benevolent people should tremble!

I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room.

Nave dancing fairy, misty as jade.

Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat.

Advise the guests to make camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses orange.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.

Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.

The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course.

The water from the west is very high and abrupt.

Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu.

He Liang is lucky, and the sound of branches is heard.

Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross.

My wife is in a different county, and the snow is ten mouths apart.

Who can ignore it for long? Ordinary to * * * hungry.

The novice smells the wolf howling, and the youngest son is hungry!

I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.

Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end.

I don't know the autumn harvest, but poverty is hasty.

When you are born tax-free, you don't want to conquer.

The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid.

Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away.

Worry stops in the south, and Hongdong can't be ignored.