Bai Juyi's poem about plum blossoms: Spring Breeze Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi The spring breeze blooms first in the garden, and the plum blossoms bloom first, and then the cherry, apricot, and pear bloom. The shepherd's purse and elm pods are deep in the village, and the spring breeze is coming for me.
Bai Juyi's poem about plum blossoms: My thoughts on looking for last year's plum blossoms with my guests, bringing wine with them. Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi. We immediately took today's cup and went to the lake to look for spring plum blossoms.
People are just empty and old every year, and there are no flowers blooming everywhere.
Poetic thoughts lead to chanting, and drunkenness calls for orchestral music.
Everything in front of the bottle is still the same, but Xue Xiucai is not there when he checks.
Bai Juyi's poem about plum blossoms: Miscellaneous Song Lyrics·Willow Branches Dynasty: Tang Dynasty|Author: Bai Juyi Every family sings Liumo Water Tune, and white snow plum blossoms blow everywhere. Don't listen to the old songs and old songs. Listen to the newly translated willow branches. There are four or five trees in front of Taoling's gate, and hundreds of thousands in Yafu camp. It's like it's February in the Eastern Capital, and the golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge. Yiyi curls up and regains her greenness, seducing the breeze with infinite affection. White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles. Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun sets. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping. You can praise the willows in Suzhou, and even the children in Shengguan in Qiantang. If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar. The little girl of the Su family is well-known in the past, but she has a special love before the willow wind. The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute. The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze. The little tree can't help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to keep two or three of them. People say that willow leaves are like frowning brows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk. The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.
Other poems written by Bai Juyi:
Sleeping in the Autumn Rain Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi On a cool autumn night, an old man is at ease.
After the lights went out, I fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain.
The ashes warm the fire in the bottle, and the incense warms the quilt.
The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red.
The charcoal seller Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi The charcoal seller cut firewood and burned charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.
Poor, I am wearing only plain clothes, and I am worried that the weather will be cold.
There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn, a charcoal cart rolls over the ice track.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white.
Holding the document in his hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied directly to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
Village Night Dynasty: Tang Dynasty|Author: Bai Juyi The frost grass is full of green caterpillars,
There are no people walking to the south of the village and to the north of the village.
Go out the front door alone and look at the wild fields.
The moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow.
Poetry for the Harem Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi The dream is not fulfilled with tears wet in the turban, and the singing sounds are heard in the front hall late at night.
The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the fumigation cage till dawn.
Langtaosha·The white waves are connected to the sea. The name of the poem: Langtaosha | Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi The vast white waves are connected to the sea, and the flat sand is boundless.
I couldn’t find anything to buy in the morning, so I turned the East China Sea into a mulberry field.
Other poets' poems describing plum blossoms:
A visit to Xihan Shaofu Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Hu Lingneng Suddenly I heard that plum blossoms came to visit me, and I came out of the thatched cottage with a smile on my clothes. Children are not used to seeing carriages and horses, so they go into hiding deep in the reed flowers.
Qing Ping Le · Farewell to the Spring Banner. Ci brand name: Qing Ping Le | Dynasty: Five Dynasties | Author: Li Yu Farewell to the Spring Banquet. It touches the eyes and breaks the heart.
The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.
There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey.
Leaving hatred is just like spring grass, it can travel farther and still survive.
The moonlight enters the high-rise building, and I miss the two places and feel sad. The state affairs of the boundless family are merged into Shuang Mo Cui.
If the plum blossoms bloom early, one should be sent!