Poetry about screen and curtain

The curtain rolls in the west wind, and the person is thinner than a yellow flower

The beauty rolls up the bead curtain, sitting deeply with eyebrows

Huanxi Sand

Qin Guan

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Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building

The rogue in Xiaoyin is like a poor autumn

The light smoke and flowing water paint the quiet screen

The flying flowers are as light as a dream

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The boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow

The treasure curtain hangs with small silver hooks

Like a dream (Fan Chengda)

In the painting screen Guest accommodation.

The water color and the mountain light are countless.

The ballad of Mount Lu is sent to Lu Shiyu’s virtual boat (Li Bai)

The beauty of Mount Lu rises beside the Nandou, the screen is covered with nine folds of clouds, and the shadows fall on the clear lake with green daisy light.

Song of Everlasting Regret (Bai Juyi)

Pushing up the pillow and wandering around, the bead foil silver screen is meandering.

Autumn Eve (Du Mu)

The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, light and soft. A small fan blows at the fireflies.

The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega.