Poetry about the ancient poems of Polaris 1. What are the poems about Polaris?
1, "Shu Ge" Tang Dynasty/Xiwo
The Big Dipper is high in the night sky; Night in Gotham, with swords and fierce guards.
Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
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In the dark, the Beidou hangs high, and Ge Shuhan bravely guards the night with a treasure knife.
Up to now, the Tubo people only dare to look far away, and dare not cross Lintao to the south.
2. Moonlit Night in Tang Dynasty/Liu
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
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The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou.
I didn't know that spring was coming until tonight, because you heard the insects chirping outside the screen window reflected by leaves, and it was the first time to reach home.
3, "Give the King Twenty-four Servants and Forty Rhymes" Tang/Du Fu
One farewell to the starry bridge night, three moves to bucket handle Spring.
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Last time I left on a starry night, now it's the spring when the Big Dipper turns.
4. Song/Yang Wanli of "Villagers Persuade Them to Return"
Ten years later, first frost's bones are still healthy.
The door won't harm the car, and you can still write a hundred poems for wine.
A pale dog in white dreams of yesterday, and Chang Geng is alone in the sky.
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Ten years later, the ice and snow are still healthy.
The car inside the door is undamaged, and there are hundreds of poems about fighting wine.
Cang Yi dreamed last night that dogs were together and Chang Geng was alone in the sky.
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Night Song Southern and Northern Dynasties/Shen Yue
The rivers and rivers are vertical and horizontal, and the Beidou is horizontal and straight.
Xing Hankong is so empty, why have no memories?
The lonely lamp is not clear, and the cold machine is still woven.
The crow sighed, "Who did Zero Tears say to?"
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The milky way flows vertically and horizontally, and the stars move vertically and horizontally;
Both the Milky Way and the Big Dipper circulate in ignorance and ruthlessness. How can I know that I am missing someone in my heart?
In the empty room, the angel's lonely lamp is half bright, no matter how cold it is, I still set foot on the loom to weave.
Tears come down, but who can you tell? I can only listen to the cock crow and let out a sigh.
2. Poems about Polaris
I had a good dream last night. Iraqis laugh, leaving spring everywhere. The peach blossom is crimson, and the fragrant woman is affectionate. Return to the red candle, wrap the yarn and lean on the beauty. Whispering and waving. Jade muscles and bones, charming body horizontal Chen. Bees sing and butterflies dance, and rain collects clouds. Plant red beans diligently, urge bluebirds, and forget the clouds. . . Xiangzi
Smell the cicada outside the window. Who is singing alone in the lonely afternoon? Look at the dead leaves falling and the green leaves growing again. However, there are worries about the afterlife, looking back and staring. Looking back at the old place, Iraqis went with the wind, leaving a shadow. Cherish the soft waves and sigh that time is in a hurry. Looking forward to the moment, thinking like a flood, relying on Southern Yan, listening to the news. Lingnan Road is full of mountains and rivers. . . Klang Ganzhou
And the clothes are silent, and the red candle goes out. I remember last year today, the rain hit the duckweed, whether it was over or not. Hatred is still empty, and new worries are added. After the crow comes home late, the heart is tangled and people are thin and dry. . . Zuihuayin
Peony is enchanting and rich, and peach blossoms are full of makeup. I like Nanling, a quiet place, best, where the cold plum blossoms and the snow laugh at the spring breeze. . . Early spring poetry
Rainstorm came to relieve the summer heat, and I lay in Ting Yun playing banana. The past has become dust and sorrow, glitz has fallen, and people are getting old. . . Listen to the rain
The breeze stopped, the drizzle stopped, the afternoon sun shone, and the sleepy buttonwood tree shadow. Swallows live in the new nest under the eaves, and cicadas sing on the branches, awakening thousands of miles of dreams. Don't arrive in a hurry, see you off at the pavilion, and you will be a stranger. Wandering like duckweed, living in Heze and traveling in Binzhou. . . . Sumuge
Remember the old place in Dongli where Shen zui used to live. At the end of summer, people are thin and plum blossoms are green. Crush the fragrance into ice and dissipate heat. Lonely and cold rain seems helpless, flowers bloom and fall, and green leaves wither. But life is full of hate, and feelings are thin and worrying about the west wind. . . . The nearest flower
It rained lightly last night, and purple kites flew. How deep are the clouds? The Iraqis are gone, desolate, living alone in the yard. Morning dew and night cream into the bottle, wine full of tears. Stay at dusk and watch the sunset infinite, then leave. The autumn wind is urgent and the grass is green. Old memories are like flying catkins. Goose came to the south last year, and there was no news. Pick a solitary lamp, pillow three thousand rounds, and break the melancholy. . . . . Man Jiang Hong
Xiaochi fresh rain garden, Xiahe new lotus bath hibiscus. The breeze sends away thousands of waves. Ying Ying, the frog at the bottom of the leaves weighs three or four times. The twilight is heavy, the frost is everywhere, the moon rises, and I wake up with a cold stab or two. Go back to the path and walk alone. There is no evidence that the couple has strayed into the flower garden. . . . . Ding Fengbo
The brocade book is far away, and the road is long, and it is Xiu Yuan and Xi, tossing and turning. The setting sun is dim, and autumn leaves are everywhere. The family is surrounded by four walls, crows cry at night, and three years of heartbroken tears. West building facing the moon, a few cups of bitter wine are tasteless. But the night is as long as years, the cold air invades people, the small windows are lightly locked, and the curtains are low. The sound is broken, and the bleak figure is sleepless. East Lake old place, live up to infatuation, give up out of turn. Recalling the past, it's raining here. . . . . Niannujiao/nostalgia
Dead branches and broken walls drag on late autumn, leaving people to the west building. Julian dare not provoke alone, the curtain is full of foreign guests. I can't sleep, but my heart is broken. What makes the tears dry? Only 3,000 duckweeds get together. ..................................................................................................................................................................................
3. Poems praising Polaris
There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.
-"Han Yuefu". Moonlight night light "Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid. -"Han Yuefu". Bright Moon and Bright Night "Farewell to Star Bridge Night, and move to bucket handle Spring.
-Du Fu's "Twenty-four Assistant Ministers to the King" rose for a long time, and I saw the purple gas rushing to the cow. -Pu Daoyuan's "Little Crimson Lips" is scattered in the sky, and there are countless orchestras everywhere.
-A Dream of Red Mansions Polaris If I were a North Star, with its eaves near, I would quietly move the floor atlas. I would use the understanding given by the morning and evening to cut off careless work and use Kun Yun in the bushes, and I would look forward to being smart. If I were the star of the stars, I would be the star of the Milky Way, and I would stroke the light waves around the rhyme. Note: The author briefly introduces the pen names Ma, Ma Qitian, Ma, Ma Wuwu, Ma Tianhao, Ma, Ma Dianhuang, Ma, Kuang Tianjia, Ying Yi, Ma and the mastermind behind the scenes.
198 1 was born in May in Hunan. New moon new poetry researcher.
(or change: only love the Tao and love the easy infiltration of sound and liquid, and care about the world and realize it day by day, which is the holy secret of promoting love). The first draft was created on 20 17.3. 18, and the decoration is scheduled for May 4th and May 5th.
4. Poems about Polaris
I had a good dream last night.
Iraqis laugh, leaving spring everywhere. The peach blossom is crimson, and the fragrant woman is affectionate.
Return to the red candle, wrap the yarn and lean on the beauty. Whispering and waving.
Jade muscles and bones, charming body horizontal Chen. Bees sing and butterflies dance, and rain collects clouds.
Plant red beans diligently, urge bluebirds, and forget the clouds.
"Hangxiangzi" smells cicadas outside the window and feels lonely in the afternoon. Who is it alone? Look at the dead leaves falling and the green leaves growing again.
However, there are worries about the afterlife, looking back and staring. Looking back at the old place, the Iraqis went with the wind, leaving a shadow.
Cherish the soft waves and sigh that time is in a hurry. Looking forward to the moment, thinking like a flood, relying on Southern Yan, listening to the news.
Lingnan Road is full of mountains and rivers.
"Klang Ganzhou" and Yiyi were speechless, and the red candle went out.
I remember last year today, the rain hit the duckweed, whether it was over or not. Hatred is still empty, and new worries are added.
After the crow comes home late, the heart is tangled and people are thin and dry.
"Drunk Flowers" Peony is enchanting and rich, and the branches of peach blossoms are full of makeup.
I like Nanling, a quiet place, best, where the cold plum blossoms and the snow laugh at the spring breeze.
Poems in Early Spring came to relieve the summer heat with a shower. I slept in Ting Yun and played plantains.
The past has become dust and sorrow, glitz has fallen, and people are getting old.
Listening to the rain: the breeze stays, the drizzle stops, the afternoon sun shines, and the sleepy buttonwood shadow.
Swallows live in the new nest under the eaves, and cicadas sing on the branches, awakening thousands of miles of dreams. Don't arrive in a hurry, see you off at the pavilion, and you will be a stranger.
Wandering like duckweed, living in Heze and traveling in Binzhou.
Su Mu Gaidongli Shenzui former site. In late summer, people are thin and plums are green. Crush the fragrance into ice and dissipate heat.
Lonely and cold rain seems helpless, flowers bloom and fall, and green leaves wither. But life is full of hate, and feelings are thin and worrying about the west wind.
"Butterfly Love Flowers" It rained lightly last night, and the purple kite flew. How deep are the clouds? The Iraqis are gone, desolate, living alone in the yard.
Morning dew and night cream into the bottle, wine full of tears. Stay at dusk and watch the sunset infinite, then leave.
The autumn wind is urgent and the grass is green. Old memories are like flying catkins.
Goose came to the south last year, and there was no news. Pick a solitary lamp, pillow three thousand rounds, and break the melancholy.
"Manjianghong" has a small pool with fresh rain and a new lotus bath in Xiahe. The breeze sends away thousands of waves. Ying Ying, the frog at the bottom of the leaves weighs three or four times.
The twilight is heavy, the frost is everywhere, the moon rises, and I wake up with a cold stab or two. Go back to the path and walk alone. There is no evidence that the couple has strayed into the flower garden.
Jin Shu was sent from afar, and the road was long, and he tossed and turned. The setting sun is dim, and autumn leaves are everywhere.
The family is surrounded by four walls, crows cry at night, and three years of heartbroken tears. West building facing the moon, a few cups of bitter wine are tasteless.
But the night is as long as years, the cold air invades people, the small windows are lightly locked, and the curtains are low. The sound is broken, and the bleak figure is sleepless.
East Lake old place, live up to infatuation, give up out of turn. Recalling the past, it's raining here.
"Nian Nujiao/Nostalgia" drags on the dead branches and remains in late autumn, leaving people in the West Building. Julian dare not provoke alone, the curtain is full of foreign guests.
I can't sleep, but my heart is broken. What makes the tears dry? Only 3,000 duckweeds get together.
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5. Ancient poems about the Big Dipper
General Shu Ge.
Author: West Me
This constellation with seven high stars,
Shu Ge raised his sword in the night.
No more barbarians, their horses and cows,
Dare to wade across the river?
Teach children to know Beidou
Author: unknown
Candle shadows shake the red night, and * * * draws a gourd shape on the paper.
Move a small stool to support the window and teach the big dipper.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
I made a thousand wishes before my pillow: I want to rest until the green hills rot.
Heavy objects floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely.
During the day, Beidou returned to the south.
You can't rest without rest, and you will see the sun in the middle of the night.
Nagato blamed Li Bai.
The sky belongs to Beidou and hangs on the west building, and there is no firefly in the golden house.
Moonlight wants to reach Nagato Hall, so don't worry about the palace.
In Guidian, the long sorrow does not remember spring, and the golden house has autumn dust.
Hanging in the clear sky at night, I took a picture of people's loneliness in Changmen Palace.
Dongting sent twelve Li generals to Lingling Jia Zhi.
Before meeting today's fallen leaves, the autumn sky merged with Dongting Lake.
* * * said Jinhua old place, looking back at Beidou to death.
Liuyueye
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Liang Sili shangyin
When you leave, the spring tide roams the railing; Now the dew is hanging on the branches.
I will always miss the good times. This day passed the day before today.
The north of you is as far as spring; I was too late in Nanling, and the delivery was too late.
Far away, I have repeatedly divined my dreams; Doubt that you are new here and forget your old friends.