Poetry about curtains 1. Poetry related to curtains
About the screen
Li Baiqiu's seventeen songs and one stone sweep the screen. Poetry remains forever, and green words are full of moss.
Li Shangyin's five paintings of embroidered willow branches are unique. How to look at the lake depends on the mandarin duck.
Ten quatrains in Du Fu's Kuizhou Song recall the past events of the merger of Xianyang City and the sale of landscape maps. Martial arts have seen Bao Ping, and Chu Palace is still suspicious of Bifeng.
Xue Tao sent Wu Xianggong to the side to press two songs. The ridge was cold and the breeze was drizzling, which was chilling. But you have to let go. You should never look at the landscape screen.
Related to curtains
Li Bai's harmony song, Yuban complained that her jade steps were cold and dew, and the bottom of the silk was wet. She lingered there for so long. But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? .
Li Shangyin's night curtain is half-hung, and the pillow is still fragrant. How to remember each other and dream of Xiaoxiang?
Bai Juyi's three poems "The Swallow House", full of bright moon and frost, were left on the bed by cold light. Qiu Lai is only one person long in the swallow house where the moon is frosty.
In March, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are full of branches, and the wind flies lightly. Tourists rest at night and cherish candles, and the flowers are bright, and spring returns to the earth.
Li Qingzhao has a famous saying: Don't worry, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
2. Poems about curtains
curtain wall
Don Mutu
Only clouds are cut and cut, which means they are biased. Phoenix Festival engraves the sun lightly, and the flowers are fragrant. Ask why the screen is buckled. Poor account solves the problem. Under the golden dew, oblique tile frost. Deeply pregnant with spring dreams, silently waiting for you in Huatang. Who has seen the Zhaoyang Hall, twelve rows of pearls?
Fu Lian
Don Li Shimin
Staggered Jade Que, Shujuan Ying Lan Palace.
Pearlescent pearls shake the moon, and bamboo shadows are chaotic.
The colors are scattered on the silver hooks, and the words are inclined to the middle of the house.
However, when Luo Qi hangs out, his looks are charming.
curtain wall
-Don Liqiao
The breeze enters the swallow, and the purple palace contains autumn.
Warm cage bell pavilion, jade hook on fiber.
Emerald moves in the window and floats outdoors.
Smart as a dragon, welcome Yan Feiyou.
Chanting curtain
-Tang Wanzhu
Tortoise shell once used Minghua, exquisite and thin crimson yarn.
The hook door is bent and the water lines are inclined.
Birds grow in the sun, but the wind does not roll flowers.
Not because of arrogance, but because of internal and external reasons.
curtain wall
-Tang Lu Chang.
Hand-rolled shrimp whiskers, Joan room banners are beaded.
After midnight, Jade didn't report, and poor Pan lingered there.
curtain wall
-Don Lu Guimeng
The pillow reflects the light, and the autumn smoke is slightly rainy.
Against the wind, you will find something in common, and you will be a prostitute before learning from others.
Two "curtains"
-Don Luo Yin
The overlapping shadows reflect the painting hall, and the jade hooks and silver candles are bright.
You will be worthy to see immortality and rest on twelve lines of real pearls.
Jade is famous all over the world, and the Jade Pavilion is suitable for competitions.
Diligence tells you to thin your hands, roll up the silver hook, and don't let it hang.
Broken curtain and six rhymes
-Rong
Some customers have been making it up for a long time and will not accept it for a long time. Can't stand the wind, can't be a swallow? You can see the triple pavilion, but you can't get lost. With the lights, the dreams are hidden, and the fans are not as shy as they are. Scattered beads compose, attentive Xie Yu hook. Why do you roll on a cool night? The moon flowed into the porch.
Rolling shutter
-Don Juan Tao
The maid in green has slender hands, and the new Chang 'e gives birth to a toad.
Wei (missing a word) is a high official and generous, and does not bid farewell to the double-roll water curtain.
Chanting curtain
Don Xu Yin
No one can write well, because the plain verse is light and the pearl shadow is even.
I have nothing to do when I am idle. I don't hang the wind in the temple, but I hide the musk deer in the palace.
Embroidery is far away from the cold flame, and the jade building hangs high.
Ruthlessly hate the sunset, just to fall into the clouds like a hook.
Ode to the broken curtain
-Don Joe's.
The wind is leaking, and the rope can't help it.
One is to fall behind the classics and have no loyalty after recovery.
3. bead curtain poetry
1, "The nearest flower, remember the place where the bead curtain first rolled"
Qing Dynasty: Kang Youwei
I remember at the beginning of the bead curtain, people were lazy, but they were slightly drunk by wine. Green leaves fall in autumn, and the breeze blows down Hengtang Road.
The poet looks at flowers with bitter feelings, but the flowers are not fragrant. Who is wrong? Thirty-six is cruel and raining, and the color of the Ming Dynasty is as hard as ever.
2. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
3. Teng poetry
Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
Wang Teng Linjiang Zhu and Ming Luan went dancing.
The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
4. "Complaints"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows.
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
5. "Two Farewells"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Getting together seems to be painting, but it is ruthless; I just feel that the wine has to smile and keep silent.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
4. bead curtain poetry
1, the spring breeze is ten miles in Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll up the bead curtain. -(Tang) Du Mu's Two Farewells
2. In late autumn, when the sun sets, there are thousands of rain curtains on the balcony and a flute wind. -(Tang) Du Mu's Water Pavilion of Kaiyuan Temple in Xuanzhou
3. Autumn leaves are yellow in Wu Tong, Jinjing, and the beaded curtain is not frosted at night. -(Tang) Wang Changling's Five Poems of Long Letter and Autumn.
4. Turn the bead curtain over the powder wall, which is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. -(Tang) Two Snow Poems by Li Shangyin
Peach blossoms are flowing at the edge of the city, and the spring breeze outside the curtain is Du Ruoxiang. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's "Send a Long History of Langzhou Wenzhou Cao"
6, a line of beads is idle, who will come all day long? -(Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Yu's "Langtaosha"
5. What are the poems about "curtains"?
Love, Bitter
Don? Lipper
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows.
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
Li Yu in Langtaosha Five Dynasties
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I didn't know I was a guest in my dream. I was greedy.
Don't lean on the bar alone, it is infinite. It's easier to see when it's not. The running water is gone, the spring is gone, heaven and earth!
Zuihuayin Song Liqingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Huan Xi sha song Qin Guan
The desert is colder than the small building, the hooligans are like poor autumn, and the screen is quiet and light.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
Tune Erlang God Song Xu Shen.
In my heart, I wanted to throw a stone to move the magpie, but it aroused a quiet flower shadow.
Casually trying on spring makeup, thinking of her delicate jade hand sewing, the incense burner has long been cold.
Moving is worrying about where to go, but it is strange, new and disgusting.
I used to sink my waist, but now I have sideburns. How can I look in the mirror?
Heavy province.
Today, I remembered again. Her tears swirled in her eyes, and I was afraid there were traces of them.
I think she must be tired of me, and I'm too lazy to get up, as long as I say I'm drunk.
All day long, she waited for Hongyan to see the birds, waiting for the horse to bring people back, so she had to wrap the door and lock it in the spring.
Blank tall buildings stand, leaning against the railings all day, spending a quiet and long time.
Lin Jiang Xian Song Chen Yu Yi
Gao Yong-Zhu's poems are paid in the afternoon, and the world is in a hurry.
Liu Hua is not as red as a dance skirt.
No one knows this, and the curtain is full.
Everything hurts the old, and Rong Kuining smiles at the east wall.
The depth of the glass is the same as last year.
Try to pour the bridge into the water and arrive in central Hunan this evening.
Sun Yiwang Songgao balcony
Prunic acid from calyx residue,
The new ditch is green,
The preface of the first eye festival is beautiful.
Independently carved aperture,
Who pities the New Year?
The Democratic People's Republic of Korea must be clear and close,
Material Yanling, must send silver letterhead.
I am also eager to know and miss each other.
Not to the edge of the song.
Double moths don't brush the cold,
Let the flower shadow be silent,
Sleep behind closed doors.
Repetitive rituals,
Hate money without evidence.
Who sends letters to the end of the world,
Take advantage of the east wind and hurry back to the ship.
Walking vertically, the yard is full of poplars.
It is still before spring.