Poetry about hair 1. Ancient poems about hair
Li Bai's Qiu Ge
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Don't be idle, you are white-headed and sad.
-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
Jade pot and green silk, it is too late to sell wine.
-Li Bai's "Unequal Wine"
Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! !
-Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
The spring breeze upstairs is going to rest. Who can look at the sad hair in the mirror?
-Li Bai's "Yi Dao"
Apes have white hair, both long and short.
-Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
In those days, the spirit was uneven and the white hair was like silk.
-Li Bai's "There is respect for wine before two songs"
Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.
-Li Bai's "Chivalry"
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
-Li Shangyin "Untitled"
The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .
-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
-Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"
Baoji wears loose lead and light makeup.
Red mist's hood is airy and wobbly.
It's better to see love than to meet each other.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the wine wakes up slightly. May the moon be quiet.
-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Zhu Jiang with white hair and jade bridge is used to watch the spring breeze of the moon in autumn.
-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian"
The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself.
-Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden
When the window is decorated with clouds and temples, the mirror is painted yellow.
-Mulan words
"The hair clasp wants to slip, and the bun is slightly off, but I am looking for cream powder."
The clouds are curled up in a bun, and the autumn is crisp and eye-catching. "
Learning to draw a pair of moths is unsuccessful, and the temples are blue. "
. . . . .. the above is taken from Zhou Zizhi's Ci.
Beauty bath, green swamp lotus.
Double bun like jade, Su E glow light green.
Elegant and elegant, leisurely and comfortable, snow reflects gold.
The water splashed blue silk beads intermittently, crisp and fragrant.
. . . . . . . . Visit Jinmen (Yanxuan)
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan's knee is not poor either.
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb. Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
The Book of Songs says: "Curly as a cloud, disdainful. "Curly hair" means thick black hair and "Curly hair" means bun. This ancient poem praised thick black hair as a dark cloud in the sky. With such dark hair, I'm too lazy to use a fake bun. Later generations often refer to women's hair as dark clouds, such as the word "dark clouds are high".
The ancients often praised women's hair as "curly hair". For example, "Twenty-eight Years of Zuo Gong" says: "Once upon a time, there was a woman, black and beautiful, whose name was Xuan Wife." "Taiping Magnolia" records that "it's pleasing to see (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) his (Wei Zifu's) temple". As soon as Wei Zifu's hair opened, it shone like a black waterfall, which immediately attracted the young Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. (It is said that Liang Wudi was worried about having no offspring at that time, so he paid more attention to some Taoist viewpoints, such as thick hair, vigorous qi and blood, vigorous qi and blood, longer life and more children. "Biography of the Empress Shen" and "Biography" recorded: "The hair is seven feet long, and it is like paint, and its light can be discerned." Another example is "Seven Discrimination of Selected Works of Zhao Ming": "Curly hair can be learned." "Juan" and "Xuan" are both words praising blackening. And the hair shines like a bronze mirror, which is amazing.
2. Ancient poems about hair
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long. I wonder where to look for autumn frost in the mirror.
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan Shenlang's knee, where is it not pitiful?
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb.
Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
Endless desire
A wisp of cloud, a wisp of jade, a thin shirt and a pair of light snails.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun.
If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
Pusaman
Make a thousand wishes before the pillow, waiting for the green hills to rot. Fish scales floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely.
During the day, Beidou returns to the south and cannot rest. It will clear up after midnight.
3. Ancient poems about hair
When the windows are decorated with clouds and temples, the mirrors are painted yellow (Mulan)
It is so high in the city. Four directions are higher than one night (the source of ancient poetry)
I used not to comb my hair, but it hung over my shoulders and stretched out on Lang's knees. What's not pathetic?
From ancient times to the present, no matter how thick the lines are, there are always too many concerns about the hair that is homophonic with "love". Just look at the verbs that describe combing your hair: pulling, sticking, pulling, and all kinds of hair styles: coiled hair style, Qiu Chan hair style, Wonuo hair style, Fuyun hair style, Feng Fei hair style ... There are so many beautiful names, which record a lot of annoying feelings. No wonder ancient literati advanced and retreated in the mood of "reading Taoist books casually and combing their hair under the crystal curtain". Even if she is as brave as Mulan, she has done a lot in the army on behalf of her father 12 years. The first task when she returns home is to "be a window manager and paint the mirror yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women. When their lover leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and let him take it away. Moreover, after parting from you, they gave up on themselves spontaneously: "from the east of my uncle, I am like a flying canopy;" Without ointment, who is suitable for it? "People who like themselves are not around, even their hair is messy, and they are too lazy to comb.
4. Poems about hair
Untitled Li shangyin
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
Du Mu in Ancient Palace
The first emperor is gone forever, and Hongyun is heartbroken.
Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
Shichong Cao Ye
Thirty-six ladies-in-waiting, each with a bun like a crow.
Hehuang Dumu
Although the shepherd drives the horse, he is obedient and white-haired and obedient.
Du Xunhe, a widow in the mountains.
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
To Xi Weng Wang Jian
You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.
Injured spring Chen
Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
Liu Kezhuang from Beilai.
Desolate old Beijing woman, makeup bun is still xuanhe.
Wen, a singer from the south, wore a low bun and rolled his eyebrows.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
The jade Zheng is not fully played, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
Shake the oars into a bun, and pick lotus leaves in Qingjiang late.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Shanpo mutton master Wang
Yun Song's bun, sweet and warm, covered the sweet boudoir and hurt the spring sleep.
5. Poems about "hair"
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long. I wonder where to look for autumn frost in the mirror.
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan Shenlang's knee, where is it not pitiful?
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb.
Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
Endless desire
A wisp of cloud, a wisp of jade, a thin shirt and a pair of light snails.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun.
If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
Pusaman
Make a thousand wishes before the pillow, waiting for the green hills to rot. Fish scales floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely.
During the day, Beidou returns to the south and cannot rest. It will clear up after midnight.
6. What poems describe hair?
1. What a lovely lock in a bright mirror in a high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night. -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Ji Yun was half asleep. When she came along the balcony, her flowered hat was loose. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
4. A unkempt little boy sat next to a blackberry and moss and learned to draw a bow. -Hu Lingneng's The Fishing Child
My husband was trapped in Mao Peng because of his soldiers, and his clothes were burned. -Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain
6. The lone minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years. -Chen's "Injury to Spring, Nothing in the Temple"
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. -Du Fu's Moonlit Night
8. I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
9. The hair is messy and the bun is partial. Love stands at the helm. -Wang Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
10. White hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a long beard. -Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Autumn Pu
Interpretation of poetry:
1. People above the high hall sigh their white hair in the mirror. They are still blue in the morning and turn white at night.
2. The woman dresses up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful face will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
I just woke up, and there was a cloud on my head. I came down from the altar before dressing, and there was a wreath askew.
4. A child with unkempt hair and tender face is learning to fish by the river, sitting sideways in the grass, and his figure is covered by weeds.
Her husband died in the war. She lives alone in a small house and suffers a lot. She wore ramie cloth and her hair was dry and burnt.
6. I am an orphan, worried about my country and people, my hair is white, and it coincides with the spring blossoms, which is even more shocking.
7. misty, maybe wet his wife's bangs; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
8. The more you scratch your white hair, the less you can't even insert the hair clasp.
9. The hair is messy and the bun is crooked. I like to stand in front of the rudder with branches full of flowers.
10. White hair is as long as three thousands of feet, because of sadness.
7. What poems describe "hair"?
1. White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. -Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
2. You deserve the strength of cinnabar, and your spring hair is new. -Wang Jian's "Giving Weng"
3. The blue frost is new and slippery, and Baochai tends to lose her hair. -Bai Juyi's "Journey to the Stone Man"
Fang Ze has nothing to say, and is rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. -"Luo Shen Fu"
5. Picking lotus in Qingjiang River is late. -Feng Yansi's "Bodhisattva Man, Shake the bun"
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. -Du Fu's Moonlit Night
7. In the middle of the night, the wind blows snow all over the steps, and the window is opened without a headscarf. The southern branch is dark and fragrant under the moon. -Bai Yuchan's "The Second Rhyme Zeng Zhang Tan Mei"
8. I have been in the army since I was a child. The hair on the raw edge is vertical, and the hair on the bone is light. War horses are as precious as life, and nod swords are famous. Drunk, often scolding and sitting. -Gao Zhu "Li Jiang"
9. Last year, Chongyang was full of worries, and this year it is still sighing. The hedge chrysanthemum only smiles, but it can't help falling in the mirror. The cool breeze fell on Gongnanmu again, and the old goose sang Hanbei Prefecture solo. Such a year can be missed, and poetry can be sorted out and written with new worries. -Chen's Double Ninth Festival
10. Qi Mei's wife Weng Gui is also very virtuous. My sister-in-law has a beautiful face. The hair is messy and the bun is biased. Love stands at the helm. -Wang Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
8. What are the ancient poems about hair?
1. Apes make white hair, long and short. -Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
2. The spirit was uneven and the white hair was like silk. -Li Bai's "There is respect for wine before two songs"
3. Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing. -Li Bai's "Chivalry"
When the window is decorated with clouds and temples, paint the mirror yellow. -Mulan words
5. yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself. -Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden
6. Don't comb your hair in the past and put it on your shoulders; Wan's knee is not poor either. Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb. -Li He "Hao Ge"
7. The bun is loose and the lead is light. -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
8. Don't be idle, grow old together and be sad-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
9. White-haired fisherman, I once watched the autumn moon spring breeze on the river-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xianzi"
10. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
1 1. The wandering of my hometown corresponds to my enthusiasm and the early birth of Fahua. -Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"
12. The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and the thin eyes of eunuchs were in her pepper yard; . -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
13. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she dared to sing the evening song in the moonlight. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
14. Jade pot moss, it's too late to sell wine. -Li Bai's "Unequal Wine"
15. If you are not idle, turn your head white and feel sad-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"