Old poems that praise the eyes include: "Tang Children's Song", "Water Dragon Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhi Hu Yang Hua Ci", "Bu Suanzi·Send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang", "Butterfly Love Flower·Early Journey" , "Nostalgia for the Ancient Battlefield of Dengguangwu".
1. "Tang Children's Song"
With his jade head and emerald eyebrows, Du Lang is a real man!
A vessel from the Hantian Temple with heavy bones and a pair of pupils that cut off the beauty of nature.
The bamboo horse's tip is waving its green tail, and its silver luan is shining brightly on its half arm.
My boss’s wife asked for the right value, and wrote Tang characters in the empty book with a smile.
If you have a big eye and a big heart, don’t forget that the songwriter’s surname is Li!
Author: Li He
Dynasty: Tang
Source: "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty"
Vernacular: Bones are as tough as jade, eyebrows painted As black and bright as a snail, the young man of the Du family looks like a real man. With a solemn demeanor and a calm demeanor, he will surely become a pillar in the future, like a pair of eyes cut out of autumn water, shining brightly. Playing on a bamboo horse, the green tail branches and leaves are swaying, and the dazzling silver pendant in the shape of a luan bird jumps on the vest. There was a pretty little girl in his east neighbor who wanted to marry him, but he laughed and refused because he had other ideas. Du Lang has far-reaching vision and great ambitions, and his achievements will be brilliant in the future. Until then, don't forget me, a songwriter named Li!
2. "Shui Long Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhifu Yang Hua Ci"
It looks like a flower but not like a flower, and no one cherishes it. Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the delicate eyes want to open but also close. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, but is still called by the oriole.
I don’t hate that these flowers will fly away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate. When dawn comes and the rain passes, where are the traces? A pool of broken apples. There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren.
Author: Su Shi
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Source: "Complete Song Ci"
Vernacular: Very similar to a flower but not a flower at all. No one showed mercy and let them fall to the ground. Leaving it on the roadside in my hometown, thinking about it carefully seems to be ruthless, but in fact it is full of affection. The injured soft intestines are graceful and the delicate eyes are blurred. They want to open but they close tightly. In the confusion, Sui Feng searched for his sweetheart, but Huang Ying'er called him mercilessly.
I don’t hate the flowers that are flying and falling, but I am complaining and resenting the West Garden, where the ground is covered with red and withered, and it is difficult to re-grow it. Where are the flowers left after the early morning rain? Float into the pond and turn into a pond of duckweed. If the spring beauty is divided into three parts, two parts will turn into dust, and one part will fall into the flowing water without a trace. If you look closely, those are not Yang flowers at all, but those crystal clear tears.
3. "Bu Shuanzi·Send Bao Haoran to Eastern Zhejiang"
The water is like the waves in the eyes, and the mountains are like the gathering of eyebrows and peaks.
Want to ask pedestrians where to go? The brows and eyes are full of beauty.
I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back.
If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, you will live with the spring.
Author: Wang Guan
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Source: Volume 16 of "Neng Gaizhai Man Lu"
Vernacular: Shui Like the flowing eyes of a beautiful woman, the mountains are like the frowning eyebrows of a beautiful woman. I want to ask pedestrians where to go? Go to the place where mountains and rivers meet. I just sent away spring, and I want to send you back again. If you go to Jiangnan and catch the spring, be sure to keep the spring scenery.
4. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Early Journey"
The bright moon scares the crows and makes them rest uncertain, the leaks are about to be broken, and the windlass pulls the golden well.
Arouse clear and bright eyes. Tears rolled down the pillow and the pillow was red and cold.
Holding my hand, the frosty wind blows my shadow on my temples. Get rid of the wandering mind, and don’t say anything sad or unpleasant.
The railings and handles on the upper floors correspond to those in the cold weather and far away from the chickens.
Author: Zhou Bangyan
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Source: "Islamic Ci"
Vernacular: The moonlight is bright and clear, the crows are noisy disturbed. The leakage was about to end, and the sound of shaking the windlass to draw water reached my ears. This voice made the woman's expression even more anxious, and her two bright eyes were filled with tears. The tears didn't stop all night long. The red cotton in the pillow was soaked.
Hand in hand, we came to the courtyard, and the autumn wind blew the beauty’s temples. The parting parties were reluctant to part, and the sad words of farewell were unbearable to listen to. The stars were shining brightly upstairs, and the bucket handle was in the sky. The clear dew was cold, and the beautiful woman walked farther and farther away. Occasionally, the sound of morning roosters was heard, echoing the footsteps of the distant person.
5. "Nostalgia for the Ancient Battlefield of Dengguangwu"
Qin deer ran towards the weeds, chasing them like flying pods.
King Xiang is so powerful that his eyes are bright with purple lightning.
Breathe eight thousand people and march across the Yangtze River.
Chi Jing beheaded Bai Di and entered the pass with command.
The two dragons do not leap together, but the five latitudes are the same as the sky.
Chu was destroyed without any heroic plans, but Han was resurrected with success.
Press the sword to clear the eight poles, and return to the singing and strong wind.
When Yixi came to Guangwu, he fought with soldiers to fight against each other.
Give me a piece of the pie, the Emperor is your Weng.
There are monuments in war and ruined fortresses.
The tiger roars in the cave, and the hungry eagle sings in the autumn sky.
The flying clouds form the dawn formation, and the murderous aura is like a rainbow.
It belongs to the tyrant and sage to bring order to the chaos, while the common people can make peace with it.
It is not impartial to indulge in self-indulgence and speak arrogantly.
Caressing the meander of the Yellow River, sneering at Ruan Sizong.
Author: Li Bai
Dynasty: Tang
Source: "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty"
Vernacular: The throne of the emperor runs like a deer on the wilderness grassland Among them, the heroes chased him like flying grass. King Xiang's arrogance overwhelmed the world, and his eyes were bright and piercing. He commanded eight thousand men to rise from the east of the Yangtze River and march fearlessly throughout the world. Emperor Gaozu was beheaded by the White Emperor in a drunken night, and the wind and clouds entered the land of Guanzhong. Two dragons cannot leap together, and the same is true for the five elements in the sky. The king of Chu was eliminated and could not develop his ambitions, but the king of Han prospered and became the king. Holding a sword in his hand to pacify the world, he returned to his hometown to drink and build buildings while singing loudly. In the past, when the king came to Guangwu, both sides gathered their troops to fight each other.
If you, King Xiang, want to cook my grandpa, please share a bowl of soup with me. My father is also your father. The war has passed and all that remains are the ancient ruins. The walls of the military camp during the war have long since collapsed from high altitudes. The great ancestor roared like a tiger in the cave, or like a hungry heron in the autumn sky. Soaring clouds were arranged in front of the formation, and their murderous aura was as threatening as a rainbow. It is the work of the great sage to pacify the troubles. How can a shallow and pedantic Confucian scholar be given this important task? Ruan Ji indulged himself in wine and called Liu Bang a prince. Such wild and extreme remarks were unfair. Being in the twists and turns of the Yellow River, I held my hands and smiled. Ruan Sizong was really ridiculous.