1. Poems describing pear blossoms
Sending Magistrate Wu back to Beijing
Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, Hu Tian It snows in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes. Dusk snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and cannot be turned over by the frost. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow. I can't see you on the winding mountain road, but there is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow
Drinking at night in early winter
Du Mu
Huaiyang is sick and I sometimes seek love, and the guest's sleeves are invaded by frost. Candlestick. Build pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be leaning on the railing next year?
Spring Resentment
Liu Fangping
The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.
Miscellaneous Poems
Anonymous
Although the old mountains are here, I don’t care, and I will spend the late spring in Chang’an. A pear tree and a stream of moon, I wonder who it belongs to tonight?
Fu Lihua
Shi Dazu
Who is the master of the lonely beauty? Cold food makes me feel a little sad. The former body is as clear as plum blossoms, and the moon lingers on the distant night.
Fragrant butterflies fly along the road. Snow is on the swing. At dusk, I put on plain clothes and closed the door to listen to the rain.
Donglan Pear Blossoms
[Song Dynasty. Su Shi]
The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are dark green, and the catkins fly all over the city.
A snow plant in the melancholy east column makes life so clear!
Ru Meng Ling
Yan Rui
The Tao is pear blossom, not pear blossom.
Tao is Xinghua but not.
White and red,
are spring (Eastern) style in particular.
Zeng Ji.
Zeng Ji.
A man was slightly drunk in Xinjian (Wuling).
The Song of Everlasting Sorrow (the poem contains "A branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring")
Author: Bai Juyi
The emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he couldn't find it for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls.
From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long.
The Yuyang Gong came with the instigation of the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.
The flowers are left on the ground but no one can collect them, and the green and green gorse jade is scratching the head. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dim and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the sun turns back to Long Yu, and I hesitate to go here. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.
The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. When I return, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid and lotus but little willow.
Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The spring breeze brings peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before falling asleep. The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to the sky and entering the earth to seek for everything. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
Smell the emperor's envoy from the Han family, and the dream in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I hugged my clothes and pushed my pillow, and I wandered back and forth, and the silver screen of beads and foil spread out.
The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy's mantle is fluttering and lifted up, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the golden hairpins are sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin to form a fan, break the gold hairpin into two halves. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with great care and sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. 2. Ten poems about the Qingming Festival.
1. "Qingming"
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
2. "Cold Food on the Way"
Questions about the Tang and Song Dynasties
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way.
Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Sea is the minister of exile.
In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
3. "Cold Food"
Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty
Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
4. "The Lumen Jishi"
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
Farmers recruited love boats, and the spring grass was green;
< p> Try to go to Wumen to have a look at the county. There is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.5. "Qingming"
Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
On the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and wild fields and graves are filled with sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside. "
6. "Qingming"
Yu Qiao, King of the Song Dynasty
Spending Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and he was given a reading lamp at Xiaochuang.
7. "Qingming Festival on Su Di"
Wu Weixin of the Song Dynasty
The wind rises in the pear blossoms. It is the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are gone, and the thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles.
8. "Cold Food on the Tomb"
Song Dynasty. Yang Wanli
How can I help you when the bridge is in danger?
The leaves on the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat on the edge of the dilapidated house is lonely.
The spring breeze is coming again. , There is nothing in the new year.
The pear blossoms are cold, and they are only worried about the rest of the year.
Song Chenghao
The grass and green fields are wild, spring comes in the distant mountains and the green surroundings;
The rising and falling reds pass through the willow alleys, and the flowing water sits on the moss rocks;
Don’t quit drinking wine. I strongly advise, I'm afraid the wind will turn the flowers red;
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well not forget to return home.
10. "Send off Chen Xiucai and return to Shashang to visit the tomb" < /p>
Song Gaoqi
His clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many graves are there descendants?
11. "Qingjiang Yin·Qingming Day Tour"
Ming Wangpan
Where is the best place to ask for a no-smoking ban in the West Tower?
Green and sunny road.
Horses neigh through willows,
People lean on swings and laugh,
Mr. Yinghua falls drunk in spring. 3. Poems about pear blossoms
Poems describing pear blossoms:
"One pear tree and one stream of moon"
"The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and the catkins pond has a gentle breeze. "
"The pear blossom wind blows in the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring."
Song Dynasty Wang Zhu's poem "Pear Blossom":
"The courtyard is sinking at dawn, and the flowers are falling." The fragrance of white snow blooms, and a branch brings light rain, and the princess's makeup is wet with tears."
Dai Shulun's poem "Spring Resentment"
"The fragrance of golden ducks dissipates desire and soul, and the spring rain of pear blossoms covers the heavy door."
Song Dynasty Li Chongyuan's "Remembering the King and Grandson":
"The luxuriant grass reminds me of the king and grandson, the soul is broken high in the Liuwai Tower, and Du Yu's voice can't bear to be heard.
Desire At dusk, the rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors. "
Wang Rong of the Southern and Northern Dynasties "Yong on the Pear Blossoms on the Pond":
"The flowing snow shines in the spring, and the stars shine in the deep evening."
< p> Wen Tingyun has a poem:"The pear blossoms are covered with snow on the branches, and the orioles are singing like silk in the willows."
Lei Yuan praised the pear blossoms:
"Snow is the skin. Jade is the beauty, and you will not marry your beauty to the east wind."
Zhang Jian describes the first blooming of pear blossoms:
"The young buds are blooming through the snow"
Qiu Chuji's " No vulgar thoughts? "Lingxu Palace Lihua Ci"
"The white brocade has no lines and is fragrant, and the Yushu Qiongpa is piled with snow"
Li Bai:
"Willow-colored gold Tender, pear blossoms smell like white snow"
Qiu Wei:
"It is so cool that it overwhelms the snow, and the lingering fragrance suddenly enters the clothes"
Lu You:
< p> "The pink and light fragrance comes from the same family, and the peach and plum trees do not occupy the years. I often think of Nan Zhengqingming Road, and my drunk sleeves are facing the wind and snow." 4. Poems about "Pear Blossom"Xu Xuan's Hanlin Tour I saw Yu tomorrow on the way to the hospital on Qingming Day... Because I sent you to visit you, the elms and willows bloomed with new flames, and the pear blossoms sprouted old branches. In the city, Gui was in charge of Cao Si. I examine the sesame and mud alone, and pity the white horse from afar. The forbidden forest also sees grass, and the smell is familiar to both.
Qi Ji, I send my friends to you on the day of cold food. I chase cold food through thousands of wells, but I can’t open my idle door alone. The pear blossoms should be folded, and the catkins will fly. In my dream, I dreamed of the fairy island, chanting and chanting around the moss. The floating life has been realized, and the seasons are urging each other.
Three Poems of Qin Meng by Shen Yazhi: Holding the Princess Weeping and burying a branch of red, life is the same and death is different. Golden diamonds fall on the fragrant grass, and the spring breeze is full of fragrant embroidery. The place where I heard the flute in the old days, the tall building was in the middle of the month. It's a cold night for pear blossoms, and the Cuiwei Palace is deeply closed.
Bai Juyi's "Han Shi Ye Wang Yin" Outside the Guo Gate of Qiu Xu, who is crying for "Han Shi". Paper money flies in the wind in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are covered with green spring grass. Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is a place where life and death are separated. The lonely heavy spring cannot be heard, and the rain people return to the tomb.
Wu Yuanheng sent Tian San Duan Gong back to Ezhou. I fell in love with Cangzhou all the way, and persuaded the pear blossoms to grow old after drinking. Nanmo sees him off with his car and rides together, and Dongcheng complains about farewell and worries about the orchestra. The people in the green oil curtain are like jade, and the moon is hooked in the middle of the Yellow Crane Tower. When you go to Yu Gong, you should ask me. My heart is filled with the great river flowing thousands of miles away.
Bai Juyi's Spring View in Hangzhou The Wanghai Tower shines brightly in the morning glow, and the embankment protecting the river is covered with clear sand. The sound of waves fills the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house. The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while enjoying the pear blossoms. Who opens the southwest road of Husi? The grass is green and the waist of the skirt is sloping.
Du Mu came to Nanting alone in the late spring to send Zhang Hu. The warm clouds were like pink grass and grass, and I walked alone on the long embankment without seeing anyone. One ridge is covered with peach blossoms and red brocade, and half the stream is green and new. The tall branches and hundreds of tongues still deceive the birds, and the pear blossoms with leaves alone bring spring. Zhong Wei wanted to know where he was, so he chanted bitterly and brushed the dust of poetry under the forest.
Zhao Gu, looking eastward, sees the Chu River lying in front of the thatched cottage, and Yangliu Island carries wine boats to the west. I can't see the pear blossoms twice, and I shed tears every time I eat cold food. The setting sun reflects the temple on the mountain, and the river is full of gentle green and full of wind and moon. An old friend from the same county climbed to the top of the laurel trees and chanted poems to the lonely sky.
Cui Lu Spring is coming. The hundred and fifteenth day is about to come again, and the pear and plum blossoms are in bloom. Pedestrians laugh to themselves and never return, and the thin horse sings alone, which is really sad. Apricot cheese will gradually become fragrant to neighbor's porridge, and elm smoke will turn into old hearth ashes.
Painting the bridge in the warm spring night with clear songs, I am willing to believe that there will be nine sad days.
Cao Tang, Chang'an guesthouse recounts the old banquet in Shaoling, and sends five poems to Xiao Shijun of Yongzhou. I don't know where to go, but they fly over, and I have received the solemn kindness of the wise prince in vain. Five nights of pure singing knocks down the jade trees, and three years of drinking water knocks down the golden statue. Recruitment always feels that Pisces is there, and repayment is empty knowing that a sword exists. The city was full of pear blossoms and the moon was full. At that time, Chang was drunk at the Xinling Gate.
Laihu, Cold Food Mountain Pavilion Letters. Holding a cup alone in the mountain pavilion, I hate the fluttering flowers every season. The grass on the steps is covered with green rain, and the pear blossoms on the ground are covered with wind. The soul of Shu cries about the loneliness of spring, and the soul of Chu cries about the hazy moon behind it. I clearly remember the dream of returning home, the lake in front of Xu Ru's house is east of the lake 5. Poems describing pear blossoms
Among the flowers in the world, the most obvious one is the pear blossom.
The spring breeze is rippling, the pear trees are blooming, with thousands of flowers, the branches are low, white as snow, jade bones and ice skin, simple and elegant, beautiful and fragrant, graceful and graceful, it is really like "the white flower that dominates the world" , overwhelming the momentum of "the flower in the world". "The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring." In ancient times, whenever the pear blossoms were in full bloom, people loved to gather under the shade of the flowers, which was known as "washing makeup".
During the Tang Dynasty, this custom was very popular. According to "Tang Yulu" records: "When the pear blossoms are blooming in Luoyang, many people bring wine under them and say: 'wash makeup for the pear blossoms', or buy trees." He likes to use pear blossoms as headdresses. At that time, Mu Qingshu, the Marquis of Ruyang, once appreciated the pear blossoms and wrote a poem: "When I drink under the pear tree, my head is covered with pear blossoms.
The fragrance comes to the jade tree, and the white discussion is full of gold.… ..." Poets of all ages loved pear flowers and left many poems describing the spirit, energy, rhyme and beauty of pear flowers.
The pear blossoms are as pure as jade, as white as flawless, as crystal clear as snow; beautiful but not delicate, showy but not coquettish, elegant but not vulgar, as pure as jade, which first aroused The reveries of poets. Wang Rong of the Southern and Northern Dynasties wrote in "Ode to the Pear Blossoms on the Pond": "The flowing snow shines in the spring, and the stars reflect in the deep evening."
Wen Tingyun has a poem that says: "The pear blossoms are heavy on the branches with snow, and the orioles are chirping like silk in the willows." Lei Yuan praised the pear blossoms. : "Snow serves as the skin, jade serves as the face, don't marry the charm to the east wind."
Zhang Jian described the pear blossoms as "tender buds blooming through the snow and rolling balls", Qiu Chuji's "Wuxian Nian·Lingxu Palace Pear Blossoms" "Ci" praises pear blossoms with "the white brocade has no lines and is fragrant, and the jade trees and peaches are piled with snow". Cen Shen, in "Song of White Snow Sending Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital", compares the flying snow to pear blossoms from another angle: "The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the snow is falling in August. Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of The pear blossoms are blooming on all the trees. ”
Snow is used as a metaphor for flowers, and flowers are used as metaphors for snow. But what's even better is that "the flowers bloom white and have the fragrance of snow." The ancients once compared snow with plum blossoms, saying that "the plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms." For example, comparing pear blossoms with snow and plum blossoms, The pear blossoms are neither as white as snow nor as fragrant as plum blossoms.
Li Yu, a litterateur in the Qing Dynasty, praised: "Snow is the snow in the sky, and pear blossoms are the snow in the world; where there is little snow, there is fragrance, and pear blossoms are good at both." After reading the ancient pear blossom poems, I feel There is a refreshing fragrance floating out from the paper, which is cool and pleasant - "The willow color is golden and tender, and the pear blossoms are white and fragrant" (Li Bai); "It is so cold and beautiful that it overwhelms the snow, and the lingering fragrance first enters the clothes" (Qiu Wei); "The pink and light fragrance is refreshing. The family has no time for peaches and plums.
Chang Si Nan Zheng Qingming Road, drunken sleeves facing the wind and snow. "(Lu You) "Plum blossoms in the snow, pear blossoms in the moon", the pear blossoms under the moon are even more charming.
"One tree of pear blossoms and one stream of moon" - Under the bright moonlight and with the accompaniment of the gurgling stream, the tree of pear blossoms is as cute as a misty fairy; when the pear blossoms enter the moon, the moonlight Turning into water is the endless flow of tenderness. "The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond." - The pear blossoms are in full bloom in the courtyard, and the moonlight is like water; the catkins are rippling by the pond, and the spring breeze is gentle. What a beautiful scene on this beautiful day! "The quiet night is sinking, the light and mist are floating, the cold moon is melting.
In the world and in the sky, the rotten silver glow shines brightly." (Qiu Chuji's "Wuxu Nian·Lingxu Palace Lihua Ci"); "The clothes are covered with clouds The moon is all over the body, and the lightness returns through the flowing dust." - The night is hazy, the stars and the moon are in the sky, the pear blossoms dance lightly in the spring breeze like the moon and clouds, and occasionally petals fall, as if the moonlight is shining, the moonlight and the pear blossoms are completely integrated. .
What a wonderful state this is! How can it not make people fascinated, delighted and breathtaking! The best thing is Lihua Jingyu. The pear blossoms in the rain are especially charming.
Bai Juyi's sentence "The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring" describes Yang Guifei's appearance in tears when she heard about the arrival of Tang Xuanzong's envoy on the fairy mountain. The image is vivid, deliberately subtle, bright and moving. , can be said to have written the ultimate beauty of the world.
Later generations often compared pear blossoms in the rain to beautiful women weeping, such as the poem "Pear Blossom" by Wang Zhu of the Song Dynasty: "The courtyard is sinking at dawn, the flowers are blooming with the fragrance of white snow, a branch is lightly carrying rain, and the princess's makeup is wet with tears."
< p> In Wen Zhengming's poem "Pear Blossom", there is "Pink marks, white dew and spring tears". The pear blossom is sad but not hurt by the rain, but it writes the ultimate beauty of the world, drop by drop, little by little, without the wind, it naturally draws out The circles in my heart are filled with pity and infatuation with love. When setting up the environment and exaggerating the atmosphere, poets often use pear blossoms to set off a desolate mood and sad mood.For example, in the poem "Spring Resentment" by Dai Shulun, "The fragrance of the golden duck dissipates the desire and soul, and the spring rain of pear blossoms covers the heavy door." Li Chongyuan of the Song Dynasty has a poem "Remembering the King and Grandson": "The luxuriant and fragrant grass recalls the king and grandson, and the Liuwai Tower The soul is broken in the sky, Du Yu's voice is unbearable. At dusk, the rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed.
"The author uses the scene of the rain hitting the pear blossoms at dusk to highlight the loneliness of a deeply lovesick woman. mentality. Zhou Bangyan "makes the night light, and the ground is filled with pear blossoms and snow", using concrete pear blossoms falling on the ground to symbolize "spring is coming".
I hate that spring has gone so quickly, leaving only pear blossoms on the ground like snow, which expresses the feeling of resentment. Wang Yuanliang's "Preface to the Orioles' Cry: Passing Over Jinling Again": "All the pear blossoms have fallen, all the poplar flowers have flown, and the spring has become haggard."
Zhou Mi has a poem in "Huanxi Sand" that says, "The pear clouds are as cold as snow and the Qingming Festival is clear." , the language used to write about Chunwan is cold and touching. Du Mu's poem: "The pear blossom with leaves alone brings spring."
Mei Yaochen's "Su Muzhe·Cao" "The pear blossoms have fallen and spring has come again" uses the pear blossoms to fall to describe the hasty return of spring in nature, implying that the spring in his career is fading. Reciting ancient poems about pear flowers, I feel that my whole body is soaked in the holy fragrance of pear flowers, and my internal organs are in an indescribable wonderful state. It is extremely comfortable. 6. Ancient poems describing pear blossoms
Above the spring sun is Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
It is good to read the biographies of eminent monks, and always look for ways to live without grains.
A staff will be carved into the shape of a dove, and a support bed will be used for the turtle shell.
The willow color reflects the spring mountains, and the pear blossoms hide the evening birds.
Under the peaches and plums at the north window, I sit idle but burn incense.
Que title by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The snow lasted all night in March, which should not harm the beauty of things.
Just because spring is over, I keep the pear blossoms.
Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital and Tang Cencan
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and Hutian blows snow in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
The snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Spring Resentment Tang Liu Fangping
As the sun sets through the screen window, no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.
Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, with pear blossoms all over the ground but no door open.
Miscellaneous Poems by Anonymous Tang Dynasty
Although the old mountains are here, I don’t care, but I will spend the late spring in Chang’an.
A pear tree and a stream of moon, I wonder who it belongs to tonight?
Remembering the king and grandson of Tang Dynasty Li Chongyuan
The luxuriant grass remembers the king and grandson,
The soul is broken high in the Liuwai Tower,
Du Yu’s voice can’t bear to be heard .
At dusk,
The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed.
Satire by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Butterflies fly on the red pink platform, and willow sweeps blow the sheng.
Hanging in the courtyard for ten days, there will be no fading grass in the nine autumns.
Tune the song to send the wind turning, and the white fish in the cup and pond will be small.
The water feast is fragrant and plump, and the Lingke reflects the green cover.
Autumn is full of pear flowers, and spring is roaring.
But the flowers are falling in sorrow, and I don’t realize that the world is declining.
Song of Prime Minister's Harmony · Nagato's Resentment by Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty
Why is it that the Changmen is closed, and the beaded curtain only hangs by itself.
The moon moves deep into the palace early, and the spring moves late into the harem.
The grass grows in the idle land, and the pear blossoms sprout old branches
Fang Fei feels lucky, but she is blown by the wind.
Pear Blossom Jin Yuan Hao Qi
Pear Blossom is like a quiet girl, lonely in the late spring.
The spring beauty cherishes innocence, and the jade cheeks wash away the wind and dew.
Su Yue talks about each other, showing awe-inspiring demeanor.
Hate Wuchen outsiders, just to continue the snow fragrance sentence.
Gufang is jealous of being too clean, so don’t make ordinary flowers jealous.
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Fendanxiang comes from the same family, and does not allow peaches and plums to occupy her years.
Chang Si Nan Zheng Qingming Road, drunken sleeves facing the wind and snow.
Water Dragon Song Zhou Bangyan
The plain skin should be frightened by the remaining cold, and the bright sun dominates the green and barren land.
Fanchuan shines brightly, Lingguan blocks the road, and the remaining red leaves hide away.
The fire spreads on the tower, the jealous flowers wind and rain, the long door is deeply closed.
The Asian curtain is half wet, a branch is in the hand, it is tempting and tears at dusk.
The end of the month before the wind blows.
The flowers are full of English and full of singing.
The red lead is gone, Pan Fei is drinking wine, and Zhaojun is coming up.
The snow waves are turning into the sky, and the pink clothes are on the night, which is not the feeling of spring.
I hate that my beautiful face is missing. Qiongying is so good, who can be compared with her.
Looking back at the past is just ecstasy, and the Nanshan Mountain is sad and steep.
Light Yellow Willow Song Jiangkui
The dawn corner of the empty city blows into the weeping poplar street.
Immediately put on the cold clothes.
Seeing all the goose yellow and tender green, they are all old acquaintances from the south of the Yangtze River.
Forced to bring wine to Xiaoqiao's 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.
King Lanling, Song Dynasty and Zhou Bangyan
The willow shade is straight, and the smoke is green.
On the Sui Embankment, I have seen it several times, and the water is floating in the water to see people off.
When I come to see my motherland, who knows the tired guests of Beijing?
Changting Road needs to be refurbished over a thousand feet year after year.
I was looking for old traces leisurely, and I was mourning while drinking wine, and I left the table under the light of the lamp.
Pear blossoms, elm fire and cold food.
I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole.
When I turn around and pass a long way, I will count the posts and hope that the person is in the north.
Sadness, hatred piled up!
Farewell gradually, the lake lingers, Jinhu is quiet, and the setting sun slowly sets in spring.
Holding hands while reading the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge.
Meditating on the past, like in a dream, with tears dripping secretly
Breaking the Spring Song Yanshu
When the swallows come, the spring society, the pear blossom lags behind the Qingming Festival.
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves, and the sun is long and the flying catkins are light.
The charmingly smiling female companion from the east neighbor greets her on the mulberry picking path.
I wonder if I had a good dream last night.
It turns out that if you win the grass fight today, the smile will come from both faces.
Ruan Lang returns to Qinguan of the Song Dynasty
Outside the Xiaoxiang Gate, there is a horizontal shop, and the moon is cold and the moonlight is cold.
After Hongzhuang drank, he hesitated for a while, and someone looked around.
Waving the jade chopsticks and scattering pearls, the pear blossoms remain after the spring rain.
Everyone has lost his heart at the beginning of his journey, and the heart is gone.
Spring Appreciation Yuan Hu Zhiyuan
Pear blossoms and white snow are floating.
The apricots and purple clouds disappear.
Liu Si dance trapped her small waist.
It seems that the east wind is evil and wild bridge. The road is long.
It’s a bustling scene.
A gentle rain falls on the countryside at night.
Green grass spreads all over the Yangtze River.
Guizhou donkey mountain old man, light shirt and black hat.
Drunk and blurry.
7. What are the ancient poems describing pear blossoms?
The spring day is above. Wang Weihao of the Tang Dynasty read the biographies of eminent monks, and looked at the direction of big grains. The dove-shaped will be carved into the stick, and the turtle shell is used to support the bed. The willow color is reflected in the spring mountains, and the pear blossoms are reflected in the evening birds. Hidden. Under the peaches and plums at the north window, I sit idle but burn incense. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty has been snowing all night in March, which should not harm the beauty of things. Just because the spring is over, I keep it with the pear flowers. Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital, Tang Cen participates in the north wind and rolls the ground. The white grass breaks, and the sky is covered with snow in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and pear blossoms bloom on thousands of trees. They scatter into the bead curtains and wet the curtains, the fox fur is not warm, and the brocade quilt is thin. The general cannot control the horns and bows, and the guards protect the iron The clothes are still cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and harp pipes. The snow falls on the camp gate one after another in the dusk, and the wind blows and the red flag does not turn over due to the cold. I see you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, The mountain road is covered with snow. You are nowhere to be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. Spring resentment of Tang Dynasty Liu Fangping's screen window is getting dusk, and no one can see the tears in the golden house. Spring is late in the lonely empty court, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground without opening the door. Miscellaneous poems by Anonymous Tang Dynasty Although the old mountain is here, I don't care about it, but I am heading to Chang'an to spend the late spring. There are pear trees and moonlight in the stream. I wonder who belongs to me tonight? Recalling the king and grandson of Tang Dynasty, Li Chongyuan recalled the lush green grass. The soul was cut off high in the sky outside the willow building, and Du Yu's voice could not bear to be heard. It was almost dusk, and the pear blossoms were beaten by the rain and the door was closed behind closed doors. I felt satirical about Li He of Tang Dynasty, with butterflies flying on the red pink platform, and the willow sweeper blowing the pipe. Ten days of hanging In the courtyard, there are no fading grasses in autumn. The wind blows with songs, and the white fish in the cup and pond are small. The water banquet is fragrant and juicy, and the water chestnuts reflect the green cover. The pear flowers are full in autumn, and they roar in the dusk of spring. But the flowers fall in sorrow, not The enlightenment of the world has come to decline. Xianghe Song Ci·Nagamen complained about Tang Liu Changqing. What happened? The gate is closed, and the bead curtain only hangs by itself. The moon moves deep into the palace early, and the spring comes late to the harem. The grass grows in the idle land, and the pear blossoms grow their old branches and are fragrant. I am lucky, I looked but was blown by the wind. The pear blossoms are like a quiet girl, lonely in the evening of spring. The spring scenery cherishes the innocence, and the jade cheeks wash away the wind and dew. The plain moon talks to each other, and the awe-inspiring demeanor is seen. I hate the dust-free outsiders, to continue the snow-scented sentence . Gu Fang avoids being too clean, don’t make ordinary flowers jealous. Song Luyou’s powder is light and fragrant, and it comes from the same family, not allowing peaches and plums to take over the years. Often thinking about Nanzheng Qingming Road, drunk sleeves are facing the wind and snow. The water dragon chants Song Zhou Bangyan’s plain skin should be timid It's still cold, and the bright sun dominates the green land. Fanchuan shines, the Lingguan blocks the road, and the remaining red is hidden. The fire spreads on the tower, the flowers are jealous of the wind and rain, and the long door is deeply closed. The Asian curtain is half wet, and a branch is in the hand, which is tempting and dusk. Tears. There is no wind at the end of the month. The flowers are full of flowers, and the full song is blowing. The red lead is gone, Pan Fei is drinking, and Zhaojun is up. The snow waves are in the sky, the pink clothes are on the night, and it is not spring. I hate that the jade face is gone, Qiong The hero is so good, who can be compared with him? Looking back at the past is just ecstasy, and the Nanshan Mountain is sad and steep. The pale yellow willows of Song Dynasty, Jiang Kui, and the empty city are blowing into the weeping poplar street. The clothes on the horse are cold and pitiful. All the goose yellow and green are all old acquaintances from the south of the Yangtze River. . Forced to carry wine, Xiaoqiao House. Afraid that all the pear blossoms will fall into autumn colors. Swallows fly over, asking where spring is, only the pond is green. King Lanling, Song Zhou Bangyan, the willow shades are straight, and the smoke is green. Sui Dynasty On the embankment, I have seen it several times, and the water is floating in the water to see off. When I climb up to look at my homeland, who knows the tired guests of Beijing? Changting Road, with each passing year, should be over a thousand feet long. Looking for old traces leisurely, drinking while mourning, leaving the banquet with the lamp shining. The pear blossoms and elm fire are cold and the food is cold. I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole, and I look back far away. I passed by several posts and looked at people in the north. Sadness and hatred piled up! Farewell to the lake, the lake is silent, the setting sun is slowly rising, spring is endless. Thinking of the moon and pavilion hand in hand, listening to the flute on the dew bridge. Thinking about the past, like in a dream, the tears are falling secretly for a while. It's three or four o'clock in the green moss, one or two orioles are heard under the leaves, and the catkins are flying lightly as the day goes by. The female companion from the east neighbor smiles cleverly and greets her on the mulberry picking path. I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night. It turns out that I won the grass fight today, and the smile comes from both faces. Born. Ruan Lang returned to the Qin Dynasty in the Song Dynasty. He spread his shop outside the Xiaoxiang Gate. The moon was cold and he was alone. After drinking the red makeup, he hesitated a little. Someone stole to the corner. He waved jade chopsticks and sprinkled pearls. The spring rain of pear blossoms lingered. Everyone was on their way. . Appreciate the spring flowers, pear blossoms and white snow are floating. The apricots and purple clouds disappear. The dancing willow silk traps the small waist. It seems that the east wind is bad, the wild bridge and the road are long. The spring is bustling in the alley. The light rain comes at night and sprinkles the fragrant suburbs. The green grass is all over the south of the Yangtze River. The old man from Guizhou donkey mountain wears a light shirt and a black hat. He is drunk and blurry.