1. Poems about curtains
Poems about curtains 1. Poems about curtains
About screens
Li Baiqiu Seventeen Pu Songs Jiang Zu is a piece of stone, and the blue sky sweeps across the picture screen. The poems written on them will last forever, and the green characters will grow on brocade moss.
Li Shangyin's Five Willow Branches: Painting screens, embroidering steps and barriers, objects forming pairs of their own. How can I look at the lake and see only mandarin ducks?
Du Fu's "Ten Quatrains of Kuizhou Song" recalls the old days when the city of Xianyang was united and the pictures of landscapes were for sale. I once saw Baoping in Wuxia Gorge, but the Chu Palace was still suspicious of Bifeng.
Xue Tao's two poems by Xue Tao, sent to the border by Wu Xianggong. The cold at the head of the bridle ridge returns to the cold, and the gentle breeze and drizzle penetrate the heart and liver. But I have to let my son go home and never look at the landscape screen.
About the Curtain
Li Bai's Song of Harmony · Resentment on the Jade Steps White dew grows on the jade steps, and it invades the stockings for a long time at night. But under the water curtain, I looked at the autumn moon exquisitely.
Li Shangyin's Nighttime The curtains are half rolled up, the pillow is cold and the quilt is still fragrant. How to remember each other and dream about Xiaoxiang.
Bai Juyi's "Three Poems on Swallow Tower" The window is full of bright moon and the curtains are full of frost, and I am lying in bed with the cold light blowing. On a frosty moonlit night in the Swallow Tower, autumn comes only for one person.
Anonymous poem on pink paper In March, the branches in the south of the Yangtze River are full of flowers, and the breeze is gentle and the swallows are flying behind the curtain. Visitors don't regret holding candles at night, the willows are thick with spring and they are ready to return.
Li Qingzhao has a famous saying: There is no way to lose your soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
2. Poems about curtains
"Curtain"
——Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
How can it be said that it is just a matter of cutting the clouds? See partial outfit. On the day of the Phoenix Festival, the Luan flowers are thinly decorated with incense. Asking why the screen is bent, pity the tent to relieve the surrounding defense. The gold steps are dewed, and the blue tiles are divided into frost. Deeply accompanied by spring dreams, waiting in silence in the Huatang. Who can see Zhaoyang Palace, with twelve rows of pearls?
"Fu Curtain"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The unevenly hanging jade towers and the rolling scrolls reflect the Orchid Palace.
The pearlescent light shakes the moon, and the bamboo shadows disturb the breeze.
The color is scattered on the silver hook, and the text is slanted in the Gui household.
It should only be mixed with beautiful things, and the beauty of the house should be matched.
"Curtain"
——Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
When the breeze comes, the purple palace almost contains autumn.
Warm cage bell pavilion, slender jade hook.
The jadeite moves in the window, and the water spirit floats outdoors.
Skillfully perform the coiling dragon posture to welcome the flying swallows.
"Yong Curtain"
——Wanchu of the Tang Dynasty
Tortoiseshell was once called China, and it is exquisite and thin.
The hook holding the door is curved, the knots are messy and the water lines are slanted.
There are many flying birds in the sun, and the wind does not shake the flowers.
You should be divided between inside and outside, not for arrogance and extravagance.
"Curtain"
——Lu Chang of the Tang Dynasty
Lao Jiangsu rolled shrimp beards on his hands, and the light in the palace was decorated with beads.
Yu missed the report and came in the middle of the night, and poor Pan Yueli hesitated.
"Curtain"
——Lu Guimeng, Tang Dynasty
The pillow reflects sparsely and the face is facing towards the bed in the evening, and the autumn mist and rain are faint.
The headwind prevents Yan from doing ordinary things and does not learn to be a prostitute in front of others.
Two poems from "Curtain"
——Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty
Overlapping shadows and multiple patterns reflect the painting hall, and jade hooks and silver candles shine brightly.
I will see the gods here, so I will leave the twelve rows of pearls.
Jadeite is famous and rare in the world, and the height of the jade hall fits perfectly.
Diligence instructs the slender hands to roll up the silver hook and not let it hang down.
"Six Rhymes of the Lost Curtain"
——Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty
There have been guest editors for a long time, but they have not been collected for many years. If the weather cannot bear the wind, how can the swallow become a swallow again? You can see all the three-layer pavilion, but it's hard to miss the hundred-foot tower. The accompanying lamp slightly conceals dreams, and the fan conceals shame. The beads are scattered and scattered, and the jade hook is thanked diligently. Why bother to roll up the cool night? The moon enters the Xuanliu by itself.
"Rolling Curtain"
——Huang Tao of the Tang Dynasty
The green maid has delicate hands, holding a new toad from Chang'e.
Wei (one word missing) It is difficult to stand for a long time in a high official position, so we should not leave behind double-rolled water curtains.
"Ying Curtain"
——Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The plain elements are light and the beads are evenly shadowed, who could write it in a clever way.
The wind in the other hall is leisurely hanging down, and the palace is half-hidden by the scent of musk deer.
The embroidered door is far away from the cold flames, and the jade tower is hung with the dawn.
I hate the moon at dusk so much that it falls into the clouds just like a hook.
"Ode to the Broken Curtain"
——Qiao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
The sound of the wind has already leaked out, and the rope cannot be restrained.
Once you fall behind in the scriptures, you will never regain your chastity.
3. Poems about bead curtains
1. "Die Lianhua·Remember the place where the bead curtain was first rolled"
Qing Dynasty: Kang Youwei
I remember that at the first roll of the bead curtain, people were leaning against the railing, slightly drunk from the wine. The falling green leaves are muttering to themselves in autumn, and the dawn wind blows down Hengtang Road.
When the poet looks at the flowers, his heart is bitter, and the flowers are pink and fragrant. Who is mistaken?
Thirty-six Pipis are drizzling, and the color of Ming Dynasty is hard to be the same as before.
2. "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, Hu Tian flies in August Snow.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
3. "Poetry of Prince Teng's Pavilion"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
Prince Teng's high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows of the leisurely cloud pool are long and the sun is shining, and things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns.
Where is the emperor’s son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
4. "Resentment"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deep with frowning eyebrows.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.
5. "Two Farewell Songs"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Pingping was more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom sprouts were in early February.
The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is not as good as rolling up the bead curtain.
Passionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of the bottle.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.
4. Poems about bead curtains
1. The spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, but it is better to roll up the bead curtains. —— (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu's "Two Farewell Songs"
2. In late autumn, thousands of families are covered with rain, and the wind blows like a flute on the balcony at sunset. —— (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu "Inscribed on the Water Pavilion of Kaiyuan Temple in Xuanzhou"
3. The autumn leaves of Jinjing Wutong are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the night frost. —— (Tang Dynasty) Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Changxin Autumn"
4. The swirling bead curtain passes over the white wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost. —— (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin's "Two Poems on Snow"
5. Peach blossoms pass by the flowing water beside the city, and the spring breeze outside the curtain is fragrant. —— (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi "Send to Cao Chang, Wen Youshi of Langzhou"
6. If a row of bead curtains is not rolled up, who will come all day long? —— (Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha"
5. What are the poems about "curtain"
Resentment
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The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits with deep frown and eyebrows.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.
Langtaosha, Five Dynasties, Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure.
Don’t lean on the fence alone, the world is unlimited. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see. When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone, heaven and earth!
Drunk Flower Yin Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao
Thick mist and thick clouds make the day long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Huanxisha, Song Dynasty, Qinguan
Going up to the small building in the desert and light cold, the dawn is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen.
The flying flowers are as light as a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the precious curtain hangs with small silver hooks.
Changing the tone of Erlang Shen by Xu Shen of the Song Dynasty
When the magpie is bored, it is shattered and a curtain of flowers is reflected.
Trying on the spring shirt slowly, thinking about the delicate hands, the golden embers are so cold.
Dong is worried about how to go, but strangely, he is sick when he comes.
In the past, my waist was sunken, but now my temples are full, how can I look in the mirror?
Re-province.
When I said goodbye, my tears were wet and my clothes were still condensed.
It is expected that I am tired of it. The sun is high and I am sleepy.
The geese can’t come, the horses’ hooves can’t stop, and the door covers the whole garden.
Standing in the sky, leaning against the sun all over, the day is long and people are quiet.
"Linjiang Immortal" by Chen Yuyi of the Song Dynasty
Gao Yongchu's poems pay tribute to the noon sun, and the end of the world is in a hurry.
The pomegranate flower is not as red as the dancing skirt.
No one knows this, and the wind fills the curtains after singing.
Everything hurts the old man, and Rong Kui smiles at the east of the wall.
The depth of the wine glass is the same as last year.
Tried pouring water under the bridge and arrived in central Hunan tonight.
Gaoyangyang Wang Yisun of the Song Dynasty
The residual calyx is sour,
The water in the new ditch is green,
The beginning of the eye is bright and beautiful.
Independent carved wall,
Who can pity the wasted years.
The Qingming Dynasty is approaching.
If you want to know about Yan Ling, you must send a silver note.
They also compete for knowledge and love each other,
They can’t even sing.
The twin moths do not fly and the blue luan is cold,
Let the flowers remain silent,
Cover the door and sleep quietly.
Good times are predicted many times,
I hate money even though I have no evidence.
Who sent the letter to the end of the world?
Taking advantage of the east wind, I hurriedly returned to the ship.
The courtyard is full of poplar flowers,
It’s still before spring.