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Poems about swords

1. The poem about the sword is 1, and the wind knife frost sword is strict; When will it be bright and fresh? Cao Xueqin's Burying Flowers II. This big stone looks like a sword. Tang Bai Juyi's Feeling when I First Entered the Gorge 3. Kong Shanjian is based on Tang Bai Juyi's Youfang Kou Gua Shi Shang Quan as Henan Yin.

4. I drew a knife and a sword stone today. Tang Yili, Joining the Army at Night, Drinking Horses and Grinding Sword Stone in Hubei Province, 5. I draw a sword and a stone today. Tang Yi-li, "The fire is bright and the sky is clear, and a bird claims to be the soul of the Shu emperor. 6. As long as a sword, Tang Du Fu painted white storks. 7. Makes me feel like a sword. Swinging song Jixian's practice of Qinyuanchun. 8. Sell the sword and buy cattle. Song Hongzi's Qinyuanchun Drinking Horses and Fairy Pond. 9. Bohai sells swords. Song sells swords in Bohai Sea. The sword in the north of Daozhou was born in Wu, Shandong Province in the Tang Dynasty, 12. Love hurts like a knife, 13, the sword in autumn moon is cold and charming, and the sword in autumn Huai 14, the sword in water in Shuo Meng Jiao, 15. Sword Crocodile Scale Tang Bai Juyi's Farewell to Twenty Rhymes of Spring Tour in Lingnan in Fujian 17, Army Sword at the Waist, Tang Du Xunhe's Rebellion in the County 18, Tang Guanxiu's The King of the River 19, and Dao Wang Shuyuan's Zhe's Chuanbojiao Road are all without words, but the retribution in past lives is all with swords. Sword, Light, Knife, Shadow, Candle, Shake Red, Contemporary Liang Yusheng, Treading on ofloxacin, Weak Water and Flat Ladle, 24. No money to buy a sword, Song Youmao, Huai folk songs, 25. I dare to look at Excalibur Song, Deng Su, Xie's official department's 34 iron rhymes and Ji De's 11 poems and 28 poems. The sword touches the boat. Song Jiangkui's past poems 29. Huangchi Sword has sold out of Song Li's four-eye trip to Shi Niu for 30 years. Sword is vulgar and popular. Tian Kezhuang's Two Poems of Xi Zhonghui except Jiangxi Xi 'an 36438. Song Shizong performed 38 pieces of "Twenty-four Ancient Poems", 39 pieces of "Six Poems of Princes and Two Rhymes" by Song Sushi, and 40 pieces of "Summer Drought and Two Rhymes of Liu Chunqing" by Wang Songzhi, but he asked the Bohai Sea to donate the sword Song Yuxi's "Xiaoyao Qing".

2. What are the poems about swords? 1, the wind sword is strict; How long will it last? -Cao Qingxue Qin's Song of Burying Flowers

2. Stones like swords —— Random thoughts of Tang Bai Juyi when he first entered the gorge

3, the empty mountain sword platform-Tang Bai Juyi's "Youfangkou Hanging Springs on the Stone" is Henan Yin. 》

4. I drew my sword and sharpened my sword stone today-Tang Yili's Six Nights of Drinking Horses and Grinding My Sword Stone in the Army.

5. Today, I draw a sword and draw a sword stone-Tang Yili "Fire is bright and blue, and a bird calls itself the soul of Shu Emperor. 》

6, long purlin like a sword-Tang Du Fu's Painting the Stork

7. Makes my heart ached —— Qin Yuan Chun by Zhang Jixian in Song Dynasty

8. Selling swords to buy cattle-Song Hongzikui's Qinyuanchun Drinking Horses and Fairy Pond.

9. Selling Swords in Bohai Sea-Song Dai Yi's "Selling Swords in Bohai Sea"

10, the sword goes to the calf —— Vae Zhong Ming's "Water Sculpture Song Tou Zongshe Zhongxing Zuo"

1. Fighting alone for a thousand miles, he can hold a large group of people with his naked dagger.

I have a sword, from Kunwu Creek. According to people like water, cutting jade like mud.

3. Wan Li Zen is broken, and the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow.

4. The sword leans against the sky. Who asked? Everyone can laugh, there is China in the northwest!

Don't laugh when you are bleak, leave your sword to lean on the sky.

6. I am willing to put my sword under my waist and cut Loulan straight.

7. After ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never been tried.

8. I want to cut the three-foot sword of Loulan and hate the old pipa.

9. I can make a sword with my heart and mistake Qingfeng for a beauty.

3. What swords and frost are there in the poems describing swords? How long will it last —— Song of Burying Flowers by Cao Qingxue Qin is as big as a sword —— Tang Baijuyi's Love for the First Time in the Gorge, Kong Shan's Sword Stand —— Tang Baijuyi's Youfangkou hangs a spring on a stone and becomes Henan Yin.

I draw my sword and sharpen my sword stone today-Tang's "Join the army at night, drink horses and sharpen my sword stone and wish me to die"-Tang's "Fire is bright and blue, a bird calls itself the soul of the Shu emperor. It looks like a sword-Du Fu's stork painting in the Tang Dynasty made me feel like a sword-Qinyuanchun in Jixian County, Zhang Song practiced selling swords to buy cattle-Qinyuanchun in Ma Yin Xianchi Bohai sold swords in Song Hongzikui-Mink Song Dai Yi sold swords in Bohai.

4. I want to know the poems and songs that describe the sword. Why don't Li He in the Southern Tang Dynasty take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan? Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families? Disciple Dancing Sword: Du Fu Nian: Tang School: On October 19th, the second year of Yuefu Dali, Kuifu took charge of the household. Seeing Li Linying's Twelve Niangs dancing swords, he asked the teacher, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang."

In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I thought of seeing Gongsun's family in Yancheng, and my sword dancing was loose, and my thoughts were frustrated. After winning the championship, he was worshipped by his wife at the second geisha workshop in Yichun Liyuan, Gaotou. Xiao is a dancer. At the beginning of Saint SHEN WOO, Sun was just a person. The jade looks gorgeous, and I am bald. I am a disciple of this school, and I am not proud.

Distinguish its source, you can know the waves and be generous, and you can talk about it as a "sword." Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive writing. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. From then on, cursive script grew up and was grateful, which was known to Sun.

A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.

But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame. This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.

When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place. There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.

Fifty years later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger. The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun.

There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang. Hey? This is an emergency. At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon.

And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain. I like these two songs best, and naturally there are others.

Sword Poetry: Qing Author: Hong Xiuquan Style: Seven methods hold three feet to set mountains and rivers, and feel at home everywhere * * * drinking and harmony. Catch all the evil spirits and catch them all, and collect the residual rape flowers.

East, west, north, south, the emperor, the sun, the moon and the stars play the song of triumph. Tigers roar and dragons sing in the world, how safe and happy it is.

Swordsman Age: Tang Author: Jia Dao Style: Five Ancient Years Sharpen a Sword, Frost Blade Never Tried. I'll show you today who has a grievance.

Gu Jian (Sword) Year: Tang Author: Guo Zhenjun did not see Kunwu smelting iron and flying smoke, the red and purple gas is impressive. It took craftsmen many years to forge this unique sword named Longquan.

Swordsmanship itself is also very proud, as bright as snow and as cold as frost. Just like the white lotus in the glass cup, the gold ring on the hilt is the brilliant plating of the sun and the moon.

When this sword was born, there was no war in the world, and good luck was guarded by a gentleman. The dazzling scabbard is like a swimming green snake, and the pattern on the scabbard is like floating green turtle scales.

Not only the rangers are very precious, but even the British hero has always been particularly fond of love. Why do you want to say that it has been abandoned in the middle of the past and fell into a desolate ancient prison?

Although being buried in the soil can't play a role, the extraordinary flame formed by its heroic spirit still illuminates the night sky. Li Gujian Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Five Ancient Gu Jian is cold and gloomy, cast for thousands of years.

White sword light can cover the sun and the moon, and purple bullfighting spirit. A guest wanted to borrow it, but he didn't dare to take it because he loved it.

In the jade, it is clear and bright, as if the eyes are clear and not flowing. The most precious treasure has its own nature, pure and rigid, and there is no spouse in the world.

Although it can be broken within an inch, it can't make it bend and turn around its fingers. I hope it can make honest people faster, and it will be used to cut off the head of a traitor.

I don't want it to be used to revenge personal vendetta, killing personal vendetta in the middle of the night. You must be careful when you use it, and don't let the magic weapon feel ashamed and ashamed of you.

1 1 month 13 in Wu Jia, I dreamed that a small sword of eight or nine inches was inserted in my right arm. S: Song Author: Lu You, a teenager, learned sword, studied under the white ape Weng, and was born at the age of ten. Jade tools depend on h, and they are still poor when they are old.

The head of the bed suddenly felt the dragon roar, and the sky was full of surprises. This dream was written by the strange king, and the sword is still worth the world.

After a rest, I returned to Guangxiao Temple in Zhou. There was a tomb that was nearly a hundred years old, when Baoyu wore his sword. Song Author: Lu You, a native of Zigui City, plays the sunset, and the ancient temple is closed by no monks during the day. The remnant has broken Chailing Valley, and the bamboo well has been abandoned.

Tigers want to compete with others, and apes can break the hearts of visitors. Alone leaning against the building, scratching short hair, leaving a new topic and hating eight mothers.

The word "Dugu Shengce" is refined: man-made, man-made, man-made, man-made, man-made, man-made, man-made and man-made. Zhong Qi is too beautiful in China, and the writing is between the pre-Qin and Han Dynasties.

Who is the enemy of the sword? The famous pony has lost his leisure. Today, I am old and sick. Looking back, I am crying.

Guo Jia drunk wrote poems on the bamboo stone wall to thank Guo, and left an ancient bronze sword. Time: Song Author: Su Shi Jejunum full of wine, liver and lungs full of bamboo stones. I feel like I can't go back. I spit on your snow wall.

Good poetry is still easy to draw in this life, and the book wall is long and scolding. No anger, no scolding, no joy, who is the king in the world.

A pair of bronze swords, two new poems fighting for the swords. The sword is at the head of the bed and the poem is in hand. I don't know who Long Hou is.

Yao Xiucai loves it because of the year of the gift: Tang Author: Liu Tea Style: Five ancient things, one ancient thing and one water, which flow into my palm. When you leave, you will get a gift. Don't take revenge easily.

Northern Court Xuanyuan Festival Xifan Knife Song Year: Yuan Author: Style: The seven ancient gold gods are in harmony with water and fire, forging the elite of yin and yang. On July 7, he was sentenced to a smelter, where he hammered stocks with pliers.

1770 front, high ridge, narrow body, flood edge. Dragonflies have been in contact for many years, and Ruan's past events have disappeared without a trace.

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5. The poem "Antique" describing the sword, Li Bai's sword is a double dragon, and the snow shines on the lotus. Lei Teng can't shoot heaven and earth.

As soon as I left the golden box, I lost my face. The wind has been dying for a long time, so it lurks.

Wu is deep in water, and Chushan is heavy. Men and women are inseparable, and immortals meet.

Gu Jian Guo Zhen

Didn't you see that Kunwu's gem was refined into a sword, and red flames and purple flames came out from the edge of the sword? How many years does a good worker exercise? Casting a sword named Longquan. Swordsmanship itself is also very proud, as bright as snow and as cold as frost. The glazed jade box spits lotus flowers, and the gold ring engraves the sun and the moon wrongly. When this sword was born, there was no war in the world, and good luck was guarded by a gentleman. The dazzling scabbard is like a swimming green snake, and the pattern on the scabbard is like floating green turtle scales. You don't make friends with rangers directly, and you don't get close to heroes. Yanhe was abandoned on the road and drifted to an ancient prison. Although being buried in the soil can't play a role, the extraordinary flame formed by its heroic spirit still illuminates the night sky.

Li Gujian Bai Juyi

This is a cold, dark and faint Gu Jian, which has gone through thousands of years since it was cast. White sword light can cover the sun and the moon, and purple bullfighting spirit.

A guest wanted to borrow it, but he didn't dare to take it because he loved it. In the jade, it is clear and bright, as if the eyes are clear and not flowing.

The most precious treasure has its own nature, pure and rigid, and there is no spouse in the world. Although it can be broken within an inch, it can't make it bend and turn around its fingers.

I hope it can make honest people faster, and it will be used to cut off the head of a traitor. I don't want it to be used to revenge personal vendetta, killing personal vendetta in the middle of the night.

You must be careful when you use it, and don't let the magic weapon feel ashamed and ashamed of you.

wind and cloud

Nanshan is on fire, and Beihai dives into Zita Law for a cool drink. Poor two lines have not met, and the snow knife seals the solitary sword.

Heaven and earth are not people.

A stick swings into a mountain of white bones, and a bloody heart of Bichi is still idle. The flowing peach blossoms suddenly went away, and it was another unknown world.

Jianliqiao

I have Kun Wu Jian, and I beg the court. Bai Hong cuts jade, and the purple air dries the night star.

Lotus moves on the cake, and the frost and snow in the box depend on the sky to serve the country, and the painting takes the male name.

6. Poem describing the sword Li He's "Song of Spring" orthographic sword.

Lord Shi Gui's poems are very strange. )

In the sword box in Zhengzi's belly, there is a sword with a dazzling light like a three-foot sword. It once went up the mountain and went deep into the water, with an extraordinary origin.

Far away, the sword of the sword seems to shoot from the moonlight clouds, coldly attacking people; It's like a white ribbon.

The pattern on the scabbard of the old shark skin is shining, and there is a thick layer of grease, which looks like the tail feather of a male, and never rusts.

This sword is not only exquisite and sharp, but also has a chivalrous heart like a famous chivalrous man in the Warring States period, which is clearly reflected in the text of the book Chunfang.

The silk ball hangs gold, and the divine light is about to break lantian jade.

The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry.

Shi Hui's southern art heron sword.

(It's really a Sanqu, with free content)

If you jump out of the box, you will get help. I'm afraid of stabbing myself in the waist, and ghosts will fall out of my sleeves. Credit scale. The sandalwood handle swallows jade in the tiger's mouth, and the shark sheath dragon forest builds beads tightly. Hang a three-foot flying spring on the wall and ring a shower at the bedside at midnight.

The gold is dotted with flowers and buttons, and the jade is beautifully carved. Good names are sought after by the ancients today. Blow up the fish and empty the museum, and break the python from a distance; Give it to every good man and get rid of it when you meet him. Compared with the total difference in Mo Xie, the vertical commander may not be able to do this. Zhu Yun, a martyr who once visited the imperial court, can avoid lamenting Xiang Yu, the hero of the world. Lonely price and empty market have been artifacts of my family for decades. Scary soul, shooting people's eyes, accompanied by a pot of books and wine, crossing the rivers and lakes.

Laughter often dances before the Lord, and long drunkenness is delayed because I have not sealed it. One day, we will use martial arts to drive away barbarians, clean up Lu and make friends with frontier scholars in the Qing Dynasty.

Tang Shunzhi's Japanese Knife Song

Why do you still write Japanese Dao? I don't know that Japanese Dao originated in China? )

A guest gave me a Japanese knife, and the fish was to be the target, and it was floating in the blue sea, with words and algae all over it. Looking around in disappointment, the sky is high and the clouds are light!

The hair is cold and the chicken skin is raw, and the loss of inflammation will continue. When I smelled the Japanese barbarians being cast for the first time, I was only a few years old, so I buried them and threw them into a deep well. I was exhausted by the fire and the ice bucket was cold.

Gu Jian by Guo Zhen

Didn't you see that Kunwu's gem was refined into a sword, and red flames and purple flames came out from the edge of the sword?

How many years does a good worker exercise? Casting a sword named Longquan.

Swordsmanship itself is also very proud, as bright as snow and as cold as frost.

The glazed jade box spits lotus flowers, and the gold ring engraves the sun and the moon wrongly.

When this sword was born, there was no war in the world, and good luck was guarded by a gentleman.

The dazzling scabbard is like a swimming green snake, and the pattern on the scabbard is like floating green turtle scales.

You don't make friends with rangers directly, and you don't get close to heroes.

Yanhe was abandoned on the road and drifted to an ancient prison.

Although being buried in the soil can't play a role, the extraordinary flame formed by its heroic spirit still illuminates the night sky.

7. There are poems related to knives and poems related to "knives".

1. "The pride of the fisherman, the first month of fighting"

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

At the beginning of the first month, the bucket turned. The golden knife cuts the ribbon with different skills. Call Qing Gaotang happy and naive. Look at Liu Yi. Spring breeze comes from the east. Fourteen new toads are not round yet. Try the red light in front of the building. The ice is scattered and the spring is thin. The fish wants to play. The garden is already full of flowers.

2. "Desperate pride, how much is the relationship between Quyang."

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

I know you want to go to Qinchuan.

A white horse cannot keep a mink.

Looking back, there is no rain or fog in the lonely city.

On the day of Chang 'an, flowers were like rain, so Liu Chu flew in Guanzhong.

See the road where boots and knives meet.

Who does? Wang put his hand on his leg.

3. Burying Flowers

Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Cao Xueqin

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

Soft hair floats in the spring pavilion, falling hair touches the embroidered curtain?

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to release her melancholy;

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?

Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!

Although you can peck flowers next year,

However, no one can go to Liang's empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;

When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.

Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, smothering the flowers in front of the steps;

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door;

When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.

Depression for slave bottom is half pity and half chagrin;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.

May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan?

If you don't accept beautiful bones, a piece of pure land will cover the wind;

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.

The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

4. the plug

Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang

The general just stepped into a BMW with a white jade saddle to fight. After the battle, there was only bleak moonlight on the battlefield.

The drums on the wall are still echoing in the wilderness, and the blood on the sword in the sword box is still not dry.

5. butterfly lovers Curtains Chilling East Wind

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

The east wind chilled the curtains. Fragrant plums in the snow herald early spring. The branches of red wax are very small in Shuang Yan. The golden knife cut the ribbon in a slender way. Warm seaweed in a golden stove. You can't help worrying when the wine enters the cross wave. Embroidered quilts sleep well in the spring of May. Luo Wei didn't notice the screen window.

8. Poems or words about knives, swords or other weapons. On the sword poem Date: Qing Author: Hong Xiuquan Style: Holding mountains and rivers for three feet, making the whole world home.

Catch all the evil spirits and catch them all, and collect the residual rape flowers. East, west, north, south, the emperor, the sun, the moon and the stars play the song of triumph.

Tigers roar and dragons sing in the world, how safe and happy it is. Mrs. Gongsun's Female Student Dancing Sword Song Time: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Yuefu Long ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her sword and came from all directions.

The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. So, beautiful as a group of emperors.

She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.

This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.

There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun. Fifty years have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.

The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather. The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang.

At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China. And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.