Poetry about long hair 1. Poems about long hair
1. Luo Ji and Ning He's Hundred Poems of Palace Style.
The steamed bun is fragrant and fragrant, and the water is good? The breeze is blowing gently. Chai Jin wears Yichun obliquely, and it will be red around his temples for a long time.
2. Huan Yun Cai Chao's "18 midnight songs"
Nong cuts the clouds, Lang splits the hair. Can't find a place, tie a knot.
When my hair is waist-length, I will return the favor. I hope you can report this to Qiong Yao and hold your hand for the rest of your life. When I have long hair to my waist, I know that the moon is bright, and there is no snow and no sorrow tonight. I have waist-length hair, just like the unchanging moon, and you are like the rising sun, and this love will not collapse. You worried about my heart when my hair was waist-length. I sigh what you want, and you say that heaven is long. When I have long hair to my waist and set myself on fire in July, my red makeup is wonderful and the grass is beside the Weihe River. When my hair was waist-length, there were fifty strings in Saibei, and each string was a pillar of the New Year, so I hunted with a flag in the pool. When my hair is waist-high, I will be on the outskirts of the mulberry fence. Whoever drinks at the East fence will be at dawn after dusk. Treat me waist-length, drunk and lying on the battlefield without laughing. When night comes, the stars will dry up and the glaciers will iron me out. When I have waist-length hair, wide sleeves and a beautiful skirt, it suits me just right. When my hair is waist-high, thousands of rivers are boundless, and the lotus leaves are slender and burning, it is just right to pick lotus by myself.
2. Ancient poems describing flowing long hair
The clouds in her hair, the petals on her cheeks, the golden ripples in her crown when she moved, the spring night, the warmth of the hibiscus tent. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow Disturbs Lv Yun-Du Mu's Epang Palace Fu: "The stars shine and the makeup mirror is open; Lv Yun came forward and combed Xiao Huan; Nutrient-rich streams become tired and fat water is abandoned. " Mrs. Hua Rui's Poems on the Palace in the Clouds (hereinafter 41 poems by Wang Jue, the son of the Liyuan) Xiao Gong 'e went to the inner garden, but she didn't comb her face like a lotus. Since she married her wife, she hasn't let Hua find her way to the boat. Her temples are like clouds, and Ouyang Zhanwei listens to songs and serves the rainbow like clouds. Xiao Lang's house is very clean. She drank a glass of wine and flew away. The song is empty, and flowers can smell it. In spring, the Lotus Temple was cut off, and cicadas fell into Lv Yun with the wind. In Meng Jiao Linchi Quchi, leaves in spring are like ribbons, while in Zi Ling, lotus seeds are big. Cicada skirt against the wind, shrike double fly east. Cicada around the temples, the beauty in Shi Jianwu, painted cicada with eyes and snow on her chest. She loves to hide her smile with tea and often steals boiled water to attach lotus flowers. Also known as "cicada" and Ning Gong. Try to smell the incense and stand in front of the imperial furnace. -learn to comb cicadas, you must learn to comb your hair. There are three crosses in Wangya Palace, a high temple (with 27 words). A cluster of high temples are all Lv Yun light, and the official appearance is pale yellow. In order to see the princess for nine days, you are competing to decorate the house outside. Feng Yansi chicken bun is like a dream, and the dust blows the jade mirror, so the chicken bun can't be reorganized. She cried for tassels and worried about hiding jade screens. She is ill. As easy as blowing off dust. Chai Jin wears Yichun obliquely, and it will be red around his temples for a long time. Bao Rong, a fan town, is a servant. He was tired and sent it. Because she won ten Ji Yun Wen Feng Prizes, she paid the young singer 10,000 yuan, but unfortunately she only paid 10,000 yuan. A hundred cicadas and plantagenets were inserted into the third floor of the jade bun with green temples. The jade bun was high and the green temples were empty. Spring Breeze is a song by Du Weiniang. It is common to meddle, which breaks the heart of Suzhou secretariat. A crow with a low pulse and a face full of autumn water. Lotus stems have thorns and can't be broken. She looks at flowers on the shore all day long. Xiao Ji is more untidy and ingenious than Honger's poems, and does not need media. But Honger can dazzle her eyes, and the favor of Emperor Xian of Han will come back for some time. Tie a knot in your heart. The daughter leans on the embroidered bed, the red line is slow and the green line is low. There is no news of Liaoyang spring, and the evening flowers went west the day before yesterday. His wife Liu and Ruan wrote two pieces of lotus fat and painted the balcony green. The moon is full of Lishan Palace and Qiushu. Cui Du Yun, Sam and Liu Shi are like a volcano, reflecting hills, which can be thin and colorful in complexity. On a beautiful Hosta, only Cui Yun, crows, crows and Lu Guimeng will be burned, and the tile palace of the attack museum will be full of ripples, and crows will fall out of cocoon eyebrows. It is expected that there will be singing and dancing sleeves on the seat. Lv Yun came forward and combed Xiao Huan; Nutrient-rich streams become tired and rich water is abandoned. Xiao Gong 'e went to the inner garden, but she didn't comb her face like a lotus. Since she married her wife, she hasn't let Hua find her way to the boat. Her temples are like clouds, and Ouyang Zhanwei listens to songs and serves the rainbow like clouds. Xiao Lang's house is very clean. She drank a glass of wine and flew away. The song is empty, and flowers can smell it. In spring, the Lotus Temple was cut off, and cicadas fell into Lv Yun with the wind. In Meng Jiao Linchi Quchi, leaves in spring are like ribbons, while in Zi Ling, lotus seeds are big. Cicada skirt against the wind, shrike double fly east. Cicada around the temples, the beauty in Shi Jianwu, painted cicada with eyes and snow on her chest. She loves to hide her smile with tea and often steals boiled water to attach lotus flowers. Also known as "cicada" and Ning Gong. Try to smell the incense and stand in front of the imperial furnace. -learn to comb cicadas, you must learn to comb your hair. There are three crosses in Wangya Palace, a high temple (with 27 words). A cluster of high temples are all Lv Yun light, and the official appearance is pale yellow. In order to see the princess for nine days, you are competing to decorate the house outside. Feng Yansi chicken bun is like a dream, and the dust blows the jade mirror, so the chicken bun can't be reorganized. She cried for tassels and worried about hiding jade screens. She is ill. As easy as blowing off dust. Chai Jin wears Yichun obliquely, and it will be red around his temples for a long time. Bao Rong, a fan town, is a servant. He was tired and sent it. Because she won ten Ji Yun Wen Feng Prizes, she paid the young singer 10,000 yuan, but unfortunately she only paid 10,000 yuan. A hundred cicadas and plantagenets were inserted into the third floor of the jade bun with green temples. The jade bun was high and the green temples were empty. Spring Breeze is a song by Du Weiniang. It is common to meddle, which breaks the heart of Suzhou secretariat. A crow with a low pulse and a face full of autumn water. Lotus stems have thorns and can't be broken. She looks at flowers on the shore all day. Xiao Ji is more untidy and ingenious than Honger's poems, and does not need media. But Honger can dazzle her eyes, and the favor of Emperor Xian of Han will come back for some time. Tie a knot in your heart. The daughter leans on the embroidered bed, the red line is slow and the green line is low. There is no news of Liaoyang spring, and the evening flowers went west the day before yesterday. His wife Liu and Ruan wrote two pieces of lotus fat and painted the balcony green. The moon is full of Lishan Palace and Qiushu. Cui Du Yun, Sam and Liu Shi are like a volcano, reflecting hills, which can be thin and colorful in complexity. On a beautiful Hosta, Cui Yun, crows, crows and Lv Guimeng will be burned, and the tile palace of the attack museum will be full of ripples, and crows will fall out of cocoon eyebrows. It is expected that there will be singing and dancing sleeves on the seat.
3. Ancient poems describing long hair
1, Meng Jiao's Linchi Qu, the spring leaves in the pool are like ribbons, and the lotus seeds in Zi Ling are big.
Luo skirt cicada temples leaning against the wind, both shrike fly to the east. 2, around the cicada Shi Jianwu "Looking at Beauty" draws eyes around the cicada, and the long white snow occupies the chest.
Love will cover up charming smiles with tea, and often steal boiled water and add lotus seeds. 3. Thirty Gong Ci Poems (twenty-seven poems) by Wang Ya of Gaobian are a cluster of high temples with Lv Yun light, and the official appearance is pale yellow.
In order to see the princess is expensive for nine days, she is fighting for home decoration outside. 4, monsoon Feng Yansi "Like a Dream" dust blows the jade platform and bears a mirror, which is unbearable.
Hanging tassels in the account, worry covers the jade screen Sick, sick, natural.
5, snail and condensate "Palace 100 Poems" snail fragrant, water fine? The breeze is blowing gently. Chai Jin wears Yichun obliquely, and it will be red around his temples for a long time.
6, Ji Yun Bao Rong "Fan Zhen Yu Lei has been sent, because ten Wen Feng are fine", as a young singer. Ten thousand dollars is a pity.
7, Cui Ji, green bone Wang Jian "Hundred Palace Ci" jade cicada golden finch three layers inserted, Cui Ji high green. The spring breeze was blown to the ground at the dance, so don't give a comb when you come back.
8, Gao Ji, Liu Yuxi's "Gift to Li Wei" high-profile palace makeup, a Du Weiniang. Nostalgia is a common occurrence, and it is completely ruined in Suzhou.
9. In the bun, the crow Meng Chi's Li Antang has a low pulse, covered with yin sleeves, and his face is horizontal and autumn. Lotus stems can't be broken without thorns, and they look at flowers all day long.
10, Xiao Qiu's "Bi Hong Er Shi" lightly combs Xiao Shu, skillfully without using media. Can get pure drunk eyes, Han Xian emperor temporarily grace back.
1 1, Yunxiu's Eighteen Nights Song Nong not only cut Yunxiu, but also messed up her hair. Can't find a place, tie a knot.
12, the green quilt Bai Juyi's "Daughter" leans on the embroidered bed, and the red quilt is slow and green. There was no news of Liaoyang spring, and flowers were spent the night before yesterday.
4. What poems describe hair?
1. What a lovely lock in a bright mirror in a high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night. -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Ji Yun was half asleep. When she came along the balcony, her flowered hat was loose. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
4. A unkempt little boy sat next to a blackberry and moss and learned to draw a bow. -Hu Lingneng's "Fishing Children"
My husband was trapped in Mao Peng because of his soldiers, and his clothes were burned. -Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain
6. The lone minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years. -Chen's "Injury to Spring, Nothing in the Temple"
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. -Du Fu's Moonlit Night
8. I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
9. The hair is messy and the bun is partial. Love stands at the helm. -Wang Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
10. White hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a long beard. -Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Autumn Pu
Interpretation of poetry:
1. People above the high hall sigh their white hair in the mirror. They are still blue in the morning and turn white at night.
2. The woman dresses up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful face will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
I just woke up, and there was a cloud on my head. I came down from the altar before dressing, and there was a wreath askew.
4. A child with unkempt hair and tender face is learning to fish by the river, sitting sideways in the grass, and his figure is covered by weeds.
Her husband died in the war. She lives alone in a small house and suffers a lot. She wore ramie cloth and her hair was dry and burnt.
6. I am an orphan, worried about my country and people, my hair is white, and it coincides with the spring blossoms, which is even more shocking.
7. misty, maybe wet his wife's bangs; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
8. The more you scratch your white hair, the less you can't even insert the hair clasp.
9. The hair is messy and the bun is crooked. I like to stand in front of the rudder with branches full of flowers.
10. White hair is as long as three thousands of feet, because of sadness.
5. What poems describe "hair"?
1. White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. -Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
2. You deserve the strength of cinnabar, and your spring hair is new. -Wang Jian's "Giving Weng"
3. The blue frost is new and slippery, and Baochai tends to lose her hair. -Bai Juyi's "Journey to the Stone Man"
Fang Ze has nothing to say, and is rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. -"Luo Shen Fu"
5. Picking lotus in Qingjiang River is late. -Feng Yansi's "Bodhisattva Man, Shake the bun"
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. -Du Fu's Moonlit Night
7. In the middle of the night, the wind blows snow all over the steps, and the window is opened without a headscarf. The southern branch is dark and fragrant under the moon. -Bai Yuchan's "The Second Rhyme Zeng Zhang Tan Mei"
8. I have been in the army since I was a child. The hair on the raw edge is vertical, and the hair on the bone is light. War horses are as precious as life, and nod swords are famous. Drunk, often scolding and sitting. -Gao Zhu "Li Jiang"
9. Last year, Chongyang was full of worries, and this year it is still sighing. The hedge chrysanthemum only smiles, but it can't help falling in the mirror. The cool breeze fell on Gongnanmu again, and the old goose sang Hanbei Prefecture solo. Such a year can be missed, and poetry can be sorted out and written with new worries. -Chen's Double Ninth Festival
10. Qi Mei's wife Weng Gui is also very virtuous. My sister-in-law has a beautiful face. The hair is messy and the bun is biased. Love stands at the helm. -Wang Chen's "Fisherman's Word/Fisherman"
6. Ancient poems about hair
Li Bai's Qiu Ge
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Don't be idle, you are white-headed and sad.
-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
Jade pot and green silk, it is too late to sell wine.
-Li Bai's "Unequal Wine"
Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! !
-Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
The spring breeze upstairs is going to rest. Who can look at the sad hair in the mirror?
-Li Bai's "Yi Dao"
Apes have white hair, both long and short.
-Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
In those days, the spirit was uneven and the white hair was like silk.
-Li Bai's "There is respect for wine before two songs"
Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.
-Li Bai's "Chivalry"
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
-Li Shangyin "Untitled"
The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .
-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
-Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"
Baoji wears loose lead and light makeup.
Red mist's hood is airy and wobbly.
It's better to see love than to meet each other.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the wine wakes up slightly. May the moon be quiet.
-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Zhu Jiang with white hair and jade bridge is used to watch the spring breeze of the moon in autumn.
-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian"
The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself.
-Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden
When the window is decorated with clouds and temples, the mirror is painted yellow.
-Mulan words
"The hair clasp wants to slip, and the bun is slightly off, but I am looking for cream powder."
The clouds are curled up in a bun, and the autumn is crisp and eye-catching. "
Learning to draw a pair of moths is unsuccessful, and the temples are blue. "
. . . . .. the above is taken from Zhou Zizhi's Ci.
Beauty bath, green swamp lotus.
Double bun like jade, Su E glow light green.
Elegant and elegant, leisurely and comfortable, snow reflects gold.
The water splashed blue silk beads intermittently, crisp and fragrant.
. . . . . . . . Visit Jinmen (Yanxuan)
I used to wear my hair over my shoulders instead of combing it. Wan's knee is not poor either.
Wei Niang's hair is too thin to comb. Hao Ge by Li He
Ouyang Xiu's Ci:
The bun is loosely tied, and the lead is lightly supplemented. The situation is uncertain and the situation is still ruthless. ...
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
The Book of Songs says: "Curly as a cloud, disdainful. "Curly hair" means thick black hair and "Curly hair" means bun. This ancient poem praised thick black hair as a dark cloud in the sky. With such dark hair, I'm too lazy to use a fake bun. Later generations often refer to women's hair as dark clouds, such as the word "dark clouds are high".
The ancients often praised women's hair as "curly hair". For example, "Twenty-eight Years of Zuo Gong" says: "Once upon a time, there was a woman, black and beautiful, whose name was Xuan Wife." "Taiping Magnolia" records that "it's pleasing to see (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) his (Wei Zifu's) temple". As soon as Wei Zifu's hair opened, it shone like a black waterfall, which immediately attracted the young Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. (It is said that Liang Wudi was worried about having no offspring at that time, so he paid more attention to some Taoist viewpoints, such as thick hair, vigorous qi and blood, vigorous qi and blood, longer life and more children. "Biography of the Empress Shen" and "Biography" recorded: "The hair is seven feet long, and it is like paint, and its light can be discerned." Another example is "Seven Discrimination of Selected Works of Zhao Ming": "Curly hair can be learned." "Juan" and "Xuan" are both words praising blackening. And the hair shines like a bronze mirror, which is amazing.
7. Ancient poems about hair
When the windows are decorated with clouds and temples, the mirrors are painted yellow (Mulan)
It is so high in the city. Four directions are higher than one night (the source of ancient poetry)
I used not to comb my hair, but it hung over my shoulders and stretched out on Lang's knees. What's not pathetic?
From ancient times to the present, no matter how thick the lines are, there are always too many concerns about the hair that is homophonic with "love". Just look at the verbs that describe combing your hair: pulling, sticking, pulling, and all kinds of hair styles: coiled hair style, Qiu Chan hair style, Wonuo hair style, Fuyun hair style, Feng Fei hair style ... There are so many beautiful names, which record a lot of annoying feelings. No wonder ancient literati advanced and retreated in the mood of "reading Taoist books casually and combing their hair under the crystal curtain". Even if she is as brave as Mulan, she has done a lot in the army on behalf of her father 12 years. The first task when she returns home is to "be a window manager and paint the mirror yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women. When their lover leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and let him take it away. Moreover, after parting from you, they gave up on themselves spontaneously: "from the east of my uncle, I am like a flying canopy;" Without ointment, who is suitable for it? "People who like themselves are not around, even their hair is messy, and they are too lazy to comb.
8. Poems about hair
Untitled Li shangyin
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
Du Mu in Ancient Palace
The first emperor is gone forever, and Hongyun is heartbroken.
Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
Shichong Cao Ye
Thirty-six ladies-in-waiting, each with a bun like a crow.
Hehuang Dumu
Although the shepherd drives the horse, he is obedient and white-haired and obedient.
Du Xunhe, a widow in the mountains.
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
To Xi Weng Wang Jian
You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.
Injured spring Chen
Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.
Liu Kezhuang from Beilai.
Desolate old Beijing woman, makeup bun is still xuanhe.
Wen, a singer from the south, wore a low bun and rolled his eyebrows.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
The jade Zheng is not fully played, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin.
Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi
Shake the oars into a bun, and pick lotus leaves in Qingjiang late.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Shanpo mutton master Wang
Yun Song's bun, sweet and warm, covered the sweet boudoir and hurt the spring sleep.