Spring is full of green willows and red flowers

1. Tang Dynasty poems about willows and red flowers

Tang Dynasty poems about willows and red flowers 1. Tang Dynasty poems about willow branches

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The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Gift of willows

Zhangtai is hidden away, and Ying Road is even more uneven.

Seeing that she is extremely romantic, come and be graceful.

The bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away.

Forbearance blooms like snow, and the brothel flutters the wine flag.

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I once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.

How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there?

Luo Yin's "Willow"

Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, cuddling together for the longest time.

The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over passers-by by arguing with them.

"Willows on the Embankment" by Dai Shulun:

Tens of thousands of weeping willow threads weave farewell in spring.

The place where pedestrians climb and break is when the concubine breaks her heart.

Shi Jianwu's "Folding Willows":

It's sad to see the spring willows on the roadside, each layer is broken, and each layer is broken.

This year, I will go back to where I was last year, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.

Yong Yuzhi's "Willows by the River" is unique and innovative:

On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.

If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.

"Old Willow in the West of the Qinzheng Building" by Bai Juyi

A half-decayed tree facing the wind, a passionate man standing on horseback.

A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing.

And Tang Yanqian's poem "Weeping Willow" has a different meaning:

There is no love in the spring breeze, and who dares to fight against lightness in the world.

The king of Chu planted seeds by the river for no reason, starving his slender waist and failing to learn.

2. What are the poems about drizzle and weeping poplars in Tang and Song poems?

Hengtang Fan When spring comes in Nanpu, Chengdu, the river is green, and the stone bridge and Zhu Pagoda are still there.

Every year we see off guests on Hengtang Road, and the drizzle of hanging willows ties the painted boats. "The Slow Sound" by Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.

Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him in the evening? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.

This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! 2. "Nanxiangzi" by Feng Yansi, Tang Dynasty The drizzle weeps in the autumn wind, and the buttercups remain all over the ground. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she was silent, feeling lonely and lovesick.

The jade pillow embraces the lonely quilt, and the hatred is still as deep as the years. Who is drunk in the room with curly curtains, haggard, melancholy, and shed tears in the Qin Tower.

3. "Picking Mulberries" by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty. In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens are chasing each other in spring, and their dance is lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.

The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.

4. "Qing Ping Le" Tang Dynasty. Wei Zhuang Spring worries about the southern road, and the music and books of the old country are separated. The drizzle is falling, the pear blossoms are white, and the swallows are brushing the curtains.

Looking at each other all day long, the clothes are stained with tears. Who plays the flute to the bridge and looks to the west in ecstasy.

5. "Ding Xifan" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty. It's drizzle and dawn in the spring evening. People are like jade, willows are like eyebrows, and they are in love. The emerald green curtain is rolled up, and there is a branch of flowers in the mirror.

If the news is broken and the door is blocked, the geese are rare. 6. "Niannujiao" by Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty. The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.

Pampering willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete, and it is a leisurely feeling to hold one's head up and wake up from the drunkenness.

Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.

Being refreshed by the cold incense and awakening your dreams, don’t worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today? 7. "Peach Poppy" Song Dynasty. Qin Guan The green peach planted and dew in the sky is not an ordinary flower.

The water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountains, but it is a pity that only one branch is like a painting, for whom it blooms. There is no limit to the light cold and drizzle, it is difficult to control without spring.

It doesn't matter if you get drunk for you, I'm afraid it will break your heart when you wake up. 8. "Good Daughter" by Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty The West Lake is green all over, and the plums are green.

All unprovoked, all evil east wind. It's drizzling even more, which is annoying and hateful, and the road is full of spring mud.

It should be the journey back through the clouds, with leisurely tears and lovesickness. Thinking of the flag pavilion, looking out at the dusk moon, I missed the child again, with red paper and fragrant messages, and green sleeves with joy.

9. "Proud of the Fisherman" by Zhang Yuanqian, Song Dynasty. The fishing hat is covered with clouds and surrounded by green mountains, and the green raindrops are drizzling on the spring river. The white bird flies and the wind blows.

After harvesting, the fisherman clapped his hands and laughed. The bright moon shines in the same sky, and the floating family forgets the dusk in the house.

Watching the city with drunk eyes and cold eyes. Yanbo Lao, who can make Xian troubled?

10. "Plum Rain" Tang Dynasty. Du Fu Xipu Road, Nanjing, yellow plums ripen in April. Zhan Zhan goes to the Yangtze River, and the drizzle comes.

Mao Ci is sparse and easy to get wet, and the clouds and fog are dense and difficult to open. On the unexpected day, the dragon was happy, circling in the vortex and returning to the shore.

----------------Weeping Yang-------------- 1. "Willow Branches" Tang Dynasty. Liu Yuxi outside the city The spring breeze blows the wine flag, and pedestrians wave their arms at sunset. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only separated by weeping poplar tubes.

2. "Light Yellow Willow" Song Dynasty. Jiang Kui The dawn corner of the empty city blows into the weeping poplar street. Immediately, the clothes are cold and pitiful.

Seeing all the goose yellow and tender green, they are all old acquaintances from the south of the Yangtze River. It is quiet now, and the food will be cold again in the Ming Dynasty.

Destroy the wine and Xiaoqiao house. I am afraid that all the pear blossoms will fall into autumn colors.

The swallows fly over and ask where spring is, only the pond is green. 3. "Ruihexian" by Wu Wenying, Song Dynasty.

The sun is setting across the Cangjiang River, and the flowers are flying far away. The weeping poplar trees darken Wu Garden.

The smoke in Zhengqi Pavilion is cold, and the wind in the river bridge is warm. Lan Qinghui hopes.

Acacia, spring root wine. He continued to argue for knowledge, and his groans disappeared, and he gradually cut his old shirt again.

Desolate. Flowing red and thousands of waves, missing moon and lonely tower, it is always difficult to keep the swallows.

Song Chen condenses into a fan. Wait for the letter to be mixed and divided into pieces.

I tried to turn up the lamp and wanted to write, but I couldn't bear it, so I stole the paper and rolled it in tears. The remaining clouds and the remaining rain should also be dreamed of.

4. "The Housewife" by Liu Yong, Song Dynasty. Weeping poplars and apricots, soft silk and light clouds, embroider out the bright countryside.

There are green grasses everywhere, and everyone loves the red and the green. As a young man, I have new sorrows and old hatreds, and I have no plans to amuse myself.

Dili. The scenery is beautiful at this time.

Just in time to bring the beauties. The long journey back home is hindered.

Good times are hard to keep, old joys are abandoned. It's already a bad spring mood, and it's a miserable weather.

But to win, to stand alone on the plateau, I can stare at it with my soul broken. 5. "Spring Journey" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty.

Riding on blue silk in the setting sun, singing in white silk in the spring breeze. Encheng's three halls are close, and there are many hunting to five tombs.

Looking at the south bridge on the way back, weeping willows blow against the fine waves. 6. "Breaking Willows" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The weeping willows blow over the green water, enchanting the year of the east wind.

The flowers are bright and jade is covered with snow, and the leaves are warm and golden window smoke. The beauty has been thinking about it for a long time, and she feels sad about this.

Climbing the strips to capture the spring scenery, sending it far away in front of the Dragon Court. 7. "Liu Diliu" by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty. There are three hundred miles of weeping poplar trees along the bank, which is most suitable for painting.

I feel sick when I return to the west because I don’t see the east wind in February. 8. "Late Spring" by Liu Xiyi, Tang Dynasty. The beautiful woman was sleeping in the bridal chamber, and she looked back to see the weeping poplar tree.

The mandarin duck quilt disappears in the cold, and the tortoiseshell bed emerges in spring. The courtyard is covered with green mist, and the shadows on the curtain are scattered with red fragrance.

A message to be with you and welcome the spring with light makeup. 9. "Gui Xing" Tang Dynasty. Wei Yingwu was the son of the Han emperor's maternal family, and Enze was granted the title of Marquis.

The weeping willows blow against the white horse, and we go to the brothel at dawn. She has a face as beautiful as jade, and she is as affectionate as anyone in the world.

The light skirt is filled with green smoke, and it is as graceful as floating clouds. Good times never come back, so praise me for your good times.

Suddenly I heard the song of the bright sun, and my four sittings became soft. Guests and friends looked up and exclaimed, "What do you want in life?"

In the morning, the bell is struck for food, but at night the music continues. In the windy and rainy year, armies are raging across the nine provinces.

How do you know that when you are a guest, you have no worries. 10. "Lang Tao Sha" Song Dynasty. Ouyang Xiu toasts the east wind with wine.

And *** calm. Weeping poplars and purple moss hang to the east of Luocheng.

We always join hands and travel around the world. Gathering and separation are painful and hurried.

This hatred is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year's.

It’s a pity that the flowers will be better next year, I don’t know who will be the same.

3. In spring, when everything revives and the willows are green and the flowers are red, I think of He Zhizhang’s poems

Ode to Willows ⑴

Tang He Zhizhang

Jasper ⑵ Makeup ⑶ It becomes a tree ⑷ high, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down ⑸.

I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Notes

⑴ Willow: Willow tree, deciduous tree or shrub, with long and narrow leaves, many types. This poem describes a weeping willow.

⑵ Jasper: jade green. This is used as a metaphor for the tender green willow leaves in spring.

⑶ Makeup: decoration, dressing up.

⑷ A tree: full of trees. One, full, complete. In classical Chinese poetry and articles, quantifiers do not necessarily indicate exact quantities when used. The "wan" in the next sentence means a lot.

⑸ 绦: A rope made of silk. Silk ribbon: describes a strand of wicker like a ribbon.

⑹ Cut: Cut, use a knife or scissors to divide the sheet object into several parts.

⑺ February: The second month of the lunar calendar is mid-spring.

⑻ Similar: Like, like.

4. Poems about pines, bamboos, plums and chrysanthemums

1. Poems about plum blossoms:

The Plum King Anshi

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han Drive alone.

I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.

2. Poems about Song Song

Song Dynasty.

Sometimes thunderstorms shake the sky and the earth, and it is suspected that the blue dragon is fighting alone.

3. Bamboo Poems

Bamboo Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie)

One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.

Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.

4. Chrysanthemum poems

"He Guo Zhubu" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty

Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks.

With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best in the world.

5. Poems describing spring (from the Tang Dynasty)

"Spring Dawn"

Tang Meng Haoran

Spring sleeps without waking up, everywhere Smell the singing birds.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

"Ode to the Willow"

Tang He Zhizhang

The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

"A Happy Rain on a Spring Night"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.

"Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

When the beauty of April in the world is gone, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.

"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side, with its green trees and white sand embankment.

"Early Spring in the East of the City"

Tang Yang Juyuan

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

If you go to the forest and see the flowers blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out.

"Remembering Jiangnan? Jiangnan is Good"

Tang Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will we visit again?

Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace.

A glass of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her two dances are drunk with hibiscus.

See you again sooner or later?

6. Poems about clouds and mist

Poems about clouds and mist include:

1. "Su Shiyi Mountain" by Han Hong in the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The floating clouds can't stand over this mountain, and the mist on the mountain looks like a blur.

The dawn moon temporarily flies high in the trees, and the autumn river is separated by several peaks to the west.

Translation:

The floating clouds in the sky cannot be at the same level as this mountain, and the clouds and mist on the mountains are gray and misty, making it even more blurry when viewed from a distance.

The crescent moon at dawn temporarily disappears into the tall trees, and the Milky Way in the autumn night is far to the west of several peaks.

2. "Zhongnan Mountain" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas connected. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

Translation:

The majestic Taiyi Mountain is close to Chang'an City, and the mountains wind together all the way to the seaside. The white clouds merge into one when looking back, and the green mist disappears into the mountains in confusion.

The main central peak separates Zhongnan from east to west, and the valleys between the mountains are very different and changeable. I wanted to find a home in the mountains to stay, so I asked the woodcutter across the water if it would be convenient.

3. "Yin Yu" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn.

Looking at the tower, the clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops. How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin.

Translation:

The mountains and fog are particularly heavy today, but the world is so vast, yet this place is so remote and far-reaching. The smell of autumn brought by the river at the beach is rushing towards my face. The climate in the valley is humid, and sunny days are mostly cloudy.

Looking at the Imperial Capital, but the clouds covered my eyes, thinking about my hometown, the rain on the eaves dripped into my heart. What can I use to comfort my deep and hesitant thoughts? I only rely on the piano under the north window to relieve the loneliness in my heart.

4. "Linjiang Fairy Plum" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty

Original text:

The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the windows and the foggy pavilion are late in spring. For who is haggard and loses her beauty? If it is better to have a clear dream at night, it should be to send Nazhi.

The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop blowing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away, but the warm wind will be too late to reach the apricot blossoms.

Translation:

There are many layers in the courtyard, clouds cover the windows of the attic, and a light mist fills the surroundings, but spring has not come yet. Longing makes the face look haggard, we can only meet in dreams at night, and the plum branches facing the sun have also reached the time of sprouting.

The plum blossoms are graceful and thin, and the Qiang flute in the south tower should not play sad tunes. I don’t know how many plum blossoms that exude a strong fragrance have been blown down? The warm breeze of spring, don't let time come to the season of apricot blossoms in full bloom.

5. Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "The Proud Fisherman: The Sky Connects the Clouds and Waves, and the Dawn Fog"

Original text:

The sky connects the clouds, waves, and the dawn fog, and the stars are about to turn Thousand sails dance. It's like the dream soul returns to the emperor's home. Hearing Tian's words, he asked me diligently where I was going.

I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing lines from poetry. Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is doing his best. The wind stopped and the boat blew away the three mountains.

Translation:

The sky is misty, and the morning fog is covering the clouds and waves. The Milky Way is about to turn, and thousands of sails are drifting like shuttles along the waves. The dream soul seemed to have returned to heaven again, and the Emperor of Heaven sent a message to invite him in good faith. He asked diligently: Do you have a place to stay?

I reported back to the Emperor of Heaven and said: The journey is long and I lament that the sunset is not early. Learning to compose poetry is in vain if you have wonderful lines that people praise, but they are useless. Ninety thousand miles in the sky, the roc soars high into the sky. Wind! Please don't stop, take this small boat and carry me directly to Penglai Sanxian Island.

7. Poems about the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty

The following three poems express feelings about the past prosperity and subsequent decline of the Tang Dynasty through words: Wei Xi Lu Shi Zhai Guan General Cao painted horses, and Du Fu came to paint saddle horses in the early days of the Kingdom, which was unique to the king of Jiangdu.

Thirty years have passed since the general was named, and the real person is seen again in the world. The late Emperor Zeng Mao illuminated the night white, and thunderbolts flew from the Dragon Pond on the tenth day.

In the inner palace, Yin Hongma's head is on the horse's head, and Jieyu passes the imperial edict to the talented people. When General Panci returned home from the dance, he was chased by the beauties and beauties.

When a noble family member has the handwriting, they will feel the brilliance of the barrier. In the past, Taizong's fist was made of hair and gun, but in recent times, the Guo family's lion flower.

Today's new picture has two horses, which makes those who know it sigh for a long time. They are all fighting on horseback against ten thousand enemies, and the desert is full of wind and sand.

The remaining seven horses are also unique, as different as the smoke and snow moving in the cold sky. Frost hoofs trample on the long catalpa trees, and horse officials are lined up in the forest.

It is pitiful that nine horses compete with the divine horse, but Gu Shiqing is noble and steady. I want to ask who is the one who loves so much. Wei Xi escaped from behind.

Recalling the past visit to Xinfeng Palace, the green flowers came from the sky to the east. Teng Xianglei and 30,000 horses all have the same muscles and bones as this picture.

Since I presented my treasure to the Hezong, I have never shot into the Jiaojiang River again. Don't you see, in the pines and cypresses in front of the pile of golden millet, the dragon media has gone and all the birds are calling the wind.

Note: Yebai: the name of the horse. Longchi: in the Tang Palace.

Zhi Dun: A famous monk in the Eastern Jin Dynasty raised several horses. Some people said that Taoists don’t know how to raise horses. They replied: "The poor Taoist loves his divine horse." This is a metaphor for Wei Xi's love for Cao Ba's paintings of horses.

"Since presenting treasures to the Hezong": This sentence means that Emperor Xuan has passed away. Jinsudui: Xuanzong's mausoleum, located in the east of Pucheng County, Shaanxi Province today.

Brief analysis: This poem depicts paintings and horses throughout, but it is actually about people. At that time, both Xuanzong and Suzong of the Tang Dynasty had passed away. The poet encountered the once famous general and painter in a foreign land, which aroused many emotions.

Pu Qilong said in "Reading Du Xinjie": "I have experienced ups and downs, and I am moved by the times, but there are tears in my chest, so there is something behind my words." This is a very pertinent explanation from the predecessors.

The painting was presented to General Cao Ba Du Fu, the descendant of General Wei Wu, and today he is a commoner and a member of the Qing family. The heroic separatism is over now, but the literary talent and grace still exist.

I started learning from Mrs. Wei, but I hated Wang Youjun. I don’t know that old age is coming, and wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me.

It is often mentioned in the Kaiyuan Dynasty that the number of Cheng'en went to Nanxun Hall. Ling Yan's heroes are less colorful, but the general's writing is more interesting.

The good prime minister put a virtuous crown on his head and a big feather arrow on his waist. Bao Gong and E Gong hair are on the move, and they come to fight fiercely with heroic appearance.

The late Emperor’s paintings of horses and flowers are as diverse as the mountains. That day, I brought a phoenix to the foot of the red ridge.

The imperial edict said that the general had to use silk, but the craftsman was in dismal business. The ninth-level true dragon appears from Si Xu, and washes away the entire world.

Jade Flower is on the royal couch, facing each other in front of the court. The Supreme Being smiled and urged to bestow the gold, and all the people and servants in Yue were melancholy.

Disciple Han Qian entered the house early and was also able to draw the poor appearance of horses. Qian only paints the flesh but not the bones, and the forbearance makes the Hualiu Qi wither.

The general is good at painting and has a certain spirit. He will also take portraits when he meets a fine scholar. Nowadays, wandering in the war, I often see ordinary passers-by.

Poverty on the road is looked down upon by the common people. There is no such thing as public poverty in the world. However, despite its ancient reputation, it has been plagued by obstacles all day long.

Note on Danqing: painting. Quote: A type of music in the Tang Dynasty, and also a poetic style.

Mrs. Wei: The wife of Li Ju, the prefect of Ruyin in Jin Dynasty. Wang Xizhi once learned calligraphy from her. Wang Youjun: Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher of the Jin Dynasty, who served as a general of the Youjun.

Refers to Duan Zhixuan, the Duke of Baozhongzhuang, and Wei Chi Jingde, the Duke of E, both of whom were heroes in the early Tang Dynasty. Brief analysis: This poem is also about painting horses and was sent directly to the painter Cao Ba.

It focuses on the painter's life experience and experience, similar to a short narrative poem. The whole poem centers on the painter inheriting the emperor's favor and repainting the portraits of the heroes of Lingyan Pavilion and the jade-flowered horses, which fully reflects the fame of Cao Ba's paintings at that time, and thus highlights the desolation of the evening scene.

During this period, the poet also experienced vicissitudes of life and lived in poverty, so he could understand each other better emotionally with Cao Ba. The whole poem is intricately written, with a lyrical narrative, ups and downs, and is very successful in art.

Watching Aunt Gongsun’s disciples perform the sword dance and preface it. On October 19, the second year of Du Fu’s Dali calendar, I went to Yuanzhi’s house in Kui Mansion to see Li Twelve Niang’s dance “Sword Utensils” in Linying, which made her strong. Wei asked about his teacher and said, "Aunt Yu Gongsun's disciple." In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, Yu Shangtongzhi recorded that he watched Gongsun's dance "Sword Weapon Hunduo" in Yancheng. Tou Yichun Liyuan Erjiifang is an insider, and he worships outside. Xiao is a dancer. In the early days of Emperor Shengwen and Shenwu, he was only Gongsun.

With a jade appearance and brocade clothes, and a white hair, I am now a disciple of him, who is also very handsome. After identifying its origin, he knows that there are many twists and turns. He cares about the matter and sighs with emotion, and talks about it as "Sword Art". Zhang Xu, who lived in Wu in the past, was good at cursive calligraphy. He often saw Gongsun's aunt dancing "Xihe Sword" in Ye County. From then on, his cursive writing improved and he was generous and grateful. Gongsun Ke knew it.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun. She moved her sword in all directions with her sword dance. The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.

Yao is as beautiful as Yi shooting at nine sunsets, and as delicate as a dragon flying among all the emperors. It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.

Her rosy lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance. The beauty Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song.

After having questions and answers with me, I felt sad and sad. The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship.

In the past fifty years, the royal family has been dimmed by dust and wind. The children of the Pear Kingdom are scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflect the cold sun.

The piles of golden millet and southern trees have been arched, and the grass in Qutang's stone city is bleak. The strings of the strings are urgent and the music ends again, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow.

I don’t know where I’m going. Note: Aunt Gongsun: a dancer during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty.

Disciple: Refers to Li Twelve Niang. Sword: Refers to the martial arts popular in the Tang Dynasty, in which the dancers were women in military uniforms.

The second year of the Dali calendar: AD 767. Kaiyuan Five Years: AD 717.

Sword weapon Huntuo: "Huntuo" is a popular martial dance in the Tang Dynasty. It combines "Sword weapon" and "Huntuo" to become a new dance. Brief analysis: The poet was 55 years old when he wrote this poem. He had suffered many hardships, but he was still stranded in a foreign land. He had a sense of the ups and downs of the past and the past. The poem drew on his memories of watching the sword dancing by the disciples of the famous dancer Gongsun Auntie during the Kaiyuan period of Xuanzong decades ago. , expressed this feeling.

8. Poems about Leng Qiu

The poems describing "Leng Qiu" include:

1. "Dian Red Lips" by Xie Yi, Song Dynasty

The autumnal equinox is golden, the wind is clear and the dew is cold and half-autumn. The cool toad is full of light. The fragrance of osmanthus spreads far away.

Learn to take off your clothes, and watch the immortals flying brightly. The colorful clothes are chaotic. The people of Yinqiao dispersed. Blow through Zhaohua Guan.

2. "Send to Li Qizhou" Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi

After getting off the bus, he wrote Gong Huang's lesson and wrote poems to pass on Bao Xiefeng. Jiangjun's ballads praised Du's mother, and Luocheng had a happy gathering to remember Che Gong. The flute is full of sorrow in the plum blossoms in spring, and the sage leaves grow in the cold autumn.

If you don’t know that Qizhou sings and drinks a lot, it’s hard for you to say who you are the same as.

3. "Poetry of Night Banquet at Peixi River" Tang Dynasty. Water God

Pearlescent dragons shine with fire and fire, and they meet the clouds and feast at Zhu Palace at night. The phoenix pipe plays the clear Qijipu, and the Zhu strings play in the cold autumn sky. It is a good fortune to meet a friend who has returned home together, but I feel ashamed that I have no help.

After the clouds and rain flew to the true state, a tragic wind arose from the unbearable waves.

4. "Linjiang Immortal (Muxi)" Song Dynasty. Li Chuquan

In the past, at the place where the square pot was played, all the immortals followed each other. The bright yellow shirt protects against the west wind. The gold rings are scattered here and there, and the feathers are green and dazzling.

Riding a swan on the way back, playing the flute across the green peaks. Late at night, the river looks cold and autumnal. The incense spreads ten miles ahead and falls to the east of the moon.

5. "Ying Tianchang" Song Dynasty. Zhang Ju

The twilight screen is green and cold, the autumn trees are sparse, and the two peaks face the north and south. It's good to connect with the sky, and the floating map appears at the West Pole. In the steep place, the clouds are green. The comics are exhausted, and the young man is wandering in clogs. Hometown is so close, as far as the eye can see, separated by water and smoke.

Awaken the sleeping dragon's cangjiao, and strengthen the merchant's wings in the sky. West Lake Road becomes a tired guest. Wait for Qian to write it, and it will be thousands of feet long. Then he went back, still seeing the lace under the wine.

6. "Send Song Wu Zhiwen Liang Zi" Tang Dynasty. King Luo Bin

I wish to travel to Surabaya and leave for two Zhangs. Taoism is what you believe in, but you will forget about it.

The power of snow invades the bamboos, and the coolness of autumn brings the coolness of the pond. If you want to know how to leave your heart, the road is blocked in a foreign country.

7. "The Fengxiang Prefecture marches to send the envoy to Chengzhou" Tang Dynasty. Cen Shen

Cheng Houxin went out to defend, so he sent the army on a good day. People envy you when you pray, and the holy master who is an official hears it.

The river towers are covered with rain, and the mountain peaks are covered with cold autumn clouds. Bamboo horses and boys come to court to wait for the envoy.

8. "Gift to Xiao Henan" by Wei Yingwu in the Tang Dynasty

He was tired of the drama and resigned from the capital county, but praised the virtuous and waited for the imperial edict. Fanghou Fang continued his career, while Pan Lingqi lived idlely.

After Ji, the three rivers are cold, and the autumn is deep and thousands of trees are sparse. Nothing happened to Qin, so what happened to Xinxing.

9. "Su Dongkou Pavilion" Tang Dynasty. Qian Qi

Wild bamboos pass through the cold stream, and autumn springs ring in the house.

When the random people don’t come, the grass grows on the stairs.

10. "Staying at Li Yongzhai on an Autumn Night and Reminiscing about His Old Travels to the South of the Yangtze River" Tang Dynasty. Geng Mao

Occasionally, I stayed with guests from Junan, and I went home happy to see each other. The words of Hushan are not very good, and the years are empty.

It is high and cold in the middle of the night, and the autumn clouds are far away. If there is no such good meeting, it is a pity that Xie's family is rare.

11. Appreciation:

Autumn is the third season among the four seasons. According to the ancient "Five Elements" theory, the color of autumn is still white, and it also belongs to the "Shang" among the "Five Tones" scale, so autumn is also called "Su Shang". In autumn, everything is depressed, the autumn wind is shrill, and the vegetation is withered, which can easily cause sad cries. Song Yu mused in "Nine Bian": "It's sad, autumn is the atmosphere; it's desolate, the grass and trees are falling and decaying" is the origin of the Chinese people's sad autumn complex. In classical poetry, autumn often means "sadness". The sadness and coldness of autumn make people lament the loneliness and desolation of autumn.

Reference materials

Ancient Poetry Website: http://so.gushiwen.org/search.aspx?type=title&page=2&value=%e5%86%b7%e7%a7 %8b