Poetry describing Chang'an

1. "Ancient Meanings of Chang'an"

Lu Zhaolin

I would like to ask about Xiang Ziyan, who played the flute and learned to dance to spend his youth.

How can I die if I have achieved success? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.

It’s so enviable to be like a mandarin duck with a pair of eyes. Will you see them when they come and go?

When I was born, I embroidered the lonely Luan on the forehead of the tent, so that I could take the door curtain and post it with two swallows.

2. "Early Spring in the East of the City"

Yang Juyuan

The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow.

If you stay in the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out.

3. "Eight Autumn Poems"

Du Fu

The jade dew withered the maple forest, and the Wushan Gorge was desolate.

The waves in the river and the sky are rising, blocking the wind and clouds and grounding the clouds.

The chrysanthemums in bloom will shed tears in the future, and the lonely boat will be linked to the heart of the hometown.

Han Yi is urging the sword and ruler everywhere, and Baidi City is high and anxious at dusk.

4. "Bianci"

Zhang Jingzhong

Spring in Wuyuan comes late as usual, and in February the poplar trees are not hanging.

Now that the ice is blooming on the river bank, it is the time when flowers are falling in Chang'an.

5. "The Cold Food Day"

Han Hong

Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of cold food keeps the willow trees from slanting.

At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

6. "After Enrollment"

Meng Jiao

In the past, it is not enough to boast about being dirty, but now there is no limit to the dissolute thoughts.

The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoof disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

7. "Midnight Wu Ge·Autumn Song"

Li Bai

A moonlit sky in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes.

The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.

On what day will the barbarians be pacified? The good man will stop his expedition.

8. "Recalling Li Bai in Spring"

Du Fu

Bai Ye's poems are incomparable, and his thoughts are unparalleled.

The fresh Yu opened his mansion, and the handsome Bao joined the army.

Spring trees in Weibei, dusk clouds in Jiangdong.

When to drink wine, focus on details.