1. The white hair is three thousand zhang, the edge of sorrow is like a long. I don't know where I can find autumn frost in the mirror. -- Bai Juyi, "The Row of the Ren's"
4. The fragrance is not added, and the lead is not protected. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. -- "The Fugue of the God of Luo"
5. Interjection of a maid in a bun, swinging two oars, picking lotus in the evening on the clear river. -- Feng Yansi, "Bodhisattvas Barbarian -- Interjection of a Maid in a Fallen Bun Rocking Two Paddles"
6. The fragrant mist and cloudy hair is wet, and the clear light of the jade arm is cold. --Du Fu, "Moonlit Night"
7. The wind blew snow all over the steps in the middle of the night, and I opened the window without wrapping my turban around my head. The southern branch of the dark river hair, a little fragrance from the moon down. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and I was so proud of him. I am always scolded by the drunkenness of the wine, and I am not happy with the guests' talk of peace and prosperity. The only thing that you can do is to get rid of the chrysanthemums at the bottom of the hedge, and the hair in the mirror can't help but be in the fall. The wind is blowing in the south of the palace, and the old geese are singing in the north of Hanzhou. I can't remember the years I spent in the city, but I'm going to write a poem about my new sorrows.
10. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The hair is disheveled, and the bun is in the wrong place. I love to put a flower branch in front of the helm. --Wang Chen's "The Fisherman's Lyrics/Fisherman"
Li Bai Autumn Pu Song
White hair is three thousand zhang, and the cause of sorrow seems to be a long one. I don't know where I can get the fall frost in the mirror.
Don't wait to be idle, white youth head, empty sadness
--- Yue Fei "Man Jiang Hong"
Jade pot tied the green silk, put the wine to how late.
--- Li Bai "to be wine does not arrive"
You do not see, the high hall mirror sad gray hair, as green threads twilight into snow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do that," he said!
--- Li Bai "will enter the wine"
Upstairs, the spring breeze will be resting, who can take the mirror to see the sad hair.
--- Li Bai "pounding clothes"
The sound of apes is pushing the gray hair, the length of the hair is all silk.
--- Li Bai's "Song of Autumn Pool"
When I was young, I refused to be even, but my gray hair was like silk.
--- Li Bai, "Two Songs on the Line of a Wine in Front of You"
Who can put the book together, the white head of the Taixuan scripture.
---- Li Bai "Chivalry"
At dawn, the mirror is worried about the change in the temples of the clouds, and at night, the moonlight is cold.
--- Li Shangyin, "Untitled"
The pear orchard children have new gray hair, and the Pepper Room is old.
--- Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Hatred"
The old country is in a state of wanderlust, and the sentimentalists should laugh at me for my early hair.
---- Su Shi "Nian Nujiao" (Nian Nu Jiao, Red Cliff and Ancient Memories)
The bun is loosely pulled up, and the lead is lightly made up
The red marriage is covered by the mist, and the wadding and the silk are undefined
It is better to meet than not to see each other, and there are feelings that are as if there were no feelings at all
After the song and the song, the wine is slightly awake, and I wish that the moon was bright and the people were quiet
---- Sima Guang "Moon on the River"
The young man who leaves his home is the old man who returns to it. I've been away from home for a long time, but I've never changed my accent.
---- He Zhizhang, "The Book of Even Returning to the Countryside"
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the islet of the river is used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze
---- Yang Shen, "The Immortal of the Linjiang River"
The yellow-haired man has tufts of hair on his head and he is happy with himself.
--- Tao Yuanming, "A Tale of the Peach Blossom Garden"
I take care of my temples in the window, and put on flowers in the mirror.
--- "Mulan Rhetoric"
"The hairpin wants to slip, the bun is slightly biased, but looking for the frost powder to puff the fragrance of the sheep."
Curling clouds combing the pile of buns in the morning, a trickle of autumn clean eye wave back."
"It is hard to learn how to draw a pair of moths, but the sideburns are newly knotted with green hair."
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Double buns with cloudy face like jade, and the veil is light green.
The elegant posture of the idle lady, snow reflecting the inlay of gold dendrobium.
The water splash green silk beads intermittent, crispy melting fragrance through the meat.
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Wei Niang's hair is too thin to be combed. Li He "Song"
Ouyang Xiu's words:
Bun loosely pulled on, the lead light makeup, the love fall wandering silk is not fixed, love is still like no love ......
Pounding Lian Zi
cloud sideburns chaotic, the evening make-up is disabled, with hatred of eyebrows far away from the Cui save.
oblique cheeks spring bamboo shoots tender, for whom and tears leaning on the appendix?
In the poem "The Book of Songs" ("诗经-鄘风-君子偕老"), it is written: "The black hair of the black man is like a cloud, and he doesn't care about the development of it. This ancient poem praises the fact that thick, black hair is like dark clouds in the sky, and with such black hair, one does not care to use a fake hair bun. Later, people often use dark clouds to refer to women's hair, such as "dark clouds high ò" words.
Ancient people often used the name "bushy black hair" to praise women's beautiful hair. For example, "Zuo Zhuan - Zhaogong 28" reads, "In the past, there was still a woman born with bushy black hair, which was very beautiful, and the light could be seen, and her name was Xuan Wife." The Taiping Yuban (太平御览) records that "the emperor observed his hair and temples, and was pleased with it. When Wei Zifu's hair was opened, it shone like a black waterfall and immediately attracted the teenage son of heaven, Emperor Wu of Han. (It is said that Emperor Wu was suffering from the lack of offspring at that time, so he paid more attention to certain Taoist ideas, such as that those with dark and thick hair have strong qi and blood, and those with strong qi and blood have a high life expectancy and many children.) In the Book of Chen, the Biography of Empress Shen of the Later Lords, it is written that "Zhang Guifei's hair was seven feet long, and her bushy hair was as dark as lacquer, and its light could be seen." Another example is the Zhaoming Wenxuan (Selected Writings of Zhaoming), which says, "The bushy black hair is in a bun, and the light is discernible." The words "bushy black hair" and "black" are both words praising the blackness of hair. And the hair is so bright that it can be used as a bronze mirror, which is marvelous.
3. The poem describing the hair should be a poem, the author may or may not have, with the bestUntitled Li Shangyin Dawn mirror but worry about cloud temples change, night chanting should feel the moonlight cold. Song of Eternal Hatred Bai Juyi The clouded buns are half-unwrapped for a new night's sleep, and the flowery crowns are unkempt as they come down to the hall. Cao Ye Thirty-six palace maids, each with her hair in a bun like a crow. Huangshuang River Du Mu Shepherds and Horses in Military Uniform, White Hair and Dancers in the Heart of Han. The Widow in the Mountain Du Xunhe's husband died in the army, and his sideburns are burnt in his ramie clothes. Wang Jian I should be able to get the strength of dancers to make my hair black and fresh in spring. Chen Heyi Lianchen's frosty hair is three thousand zhang in length, and the fireworks are ten thousand in weight every year. Liu Kezhuang (The Man from the North) A Bleak Old Beijing Daughter with a Bun in Her Bun. The Southern Songs Wen Tingyun 倭堕低梳髻，连娟细扫眉. Bodhisattva Barbarian Feng Yansi The Jade Zither has not yet been played, the phoenix bun and luan hairpin have been taken off. Bodhisattva Barbarian Feng Yansi Interjection of a chignon and two oars, picking lotus on the clear river at night. Nian Nujiao - Red Cliff and Ancient Memories Su Shi The old country is a place to visit, and I should be laughed at for being so sentimental, but I have grown old. Wang Shifu, the mountainside goat, the clouds loose screw buns, the fragrance of warm ducks, cover the fragrance of a sleep in spring.
4. Ancient Poems Describing Long, Flowing HairThe clouds, the flowers, the golden steps, the hibiscus tent, the ambiguity of the spring night. ---- Bai Juyi The Song of Long Hatred Green clouds disturbed ---- Du Mu The A-Fang Palace Fu: "The stars are fluorescent, open the makeup mirror; green clouds disturbed, combing the hair of the dawn also; we flow up and greasy, abandon the grease water also ." Lady Flower Rui with Cloudy Temples Palace Lyrics (Pear Garden Children's Forty-One Poems by Wang Gui) The little palace e came to the inner garden, without combing the cloud temples, her face was like a lotus flower. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on this. The first is a poem by Wang Gui (王珪), which is a poem by Wang Gui (王珪). The wine is poured into the cups of joy at leisure, and the dust of the rainbow beams flies out all night long. Cicada Sideburns Yang Juyuan Two Songs on Watching Prostitutes Entering the Road Jasper is the champion of the year, and the songs are heard through the flowers. In spring, I cut my hair at the Hibiscus Temple, and my cicada temples fall into the green clouds in the wind. Meng Jiao Lin Pond Song The leaves of the cattail in the pond are like a belt, and the purple lozenges are like big lotus seeds. Cicadas in their skirts and temples are leaning against the wind, and both of them are flying to the east. Cicadas at the temples, Shimengo, the beauty to be watched Lacquered eyes, cicadas at the temples, white snow on the breasts. She loves to cover her smile with her red sleeves and often steals the lotus on the water. Also known as "Cicada" and "Cicada". 100 Songs of the Palace Lyrics The golden crown is made to learn how to comb the cicadas, and the jade dragonflies are attached to the temples. The curtains in the bedchamber are closed and there is nothing to do, so I try the incense and stand idly in front of the royal stove. --Learning to comb cicadas means learning to comb hair. Wang Ya, the High Sideburns Thirty Songs from the Palace (27 Songs) A clump of high sideburns with green clouds, the official style is gently and faintly yellow. The Princess of the Nine Heavens is a precious princess, and the outside world strives to learn from the inside world. The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea for me to go back to my old school, and I was very happy. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next stage of my life. The gold hairpin is worn diagonally in the spring, and the temples are red for thousands of years. Bao Sol in a Clouded Bun Fan Zhenchuan has sent me a letter, so I'm going to pay you ten songs. The clouded bun and phoenix text are fine, and I'm singing to you as a teenager. It's a pity to pay you ten thousand dollars for a single visit. Wang Jian One Hundred Songs from the Palace The Jade Cicada and the Golden Bird are inserted in three layers, and the green sideburns are in a high bun. The spring winds blow down the floor at the dancing place, but when I return, I don't want to give you a head comb. Liu Yuxi (刘禹锡) gifted Li Sikong (李司空) a prostitute with a high bun and a cloudy hair in a palace-like make-up, and a song of Du Weiniang (杜韦娘) in the spring breeze. I'm used to all sorts of things, and I've broken the heart of Suzhou's assassin. Meng Chi (The Crow in a Bun) Liantang (The Lotus Pond) The veins of her sleeves cover her face, and her bun is coiled with crows. The lotus stem has thorns that can't be broken, so I spend my days looking at the flowers. The Bun and the Crow Poem of the Red Child The Bun and the Crow is a poem of the Red Child, and I don't need a matchmaker to win your heart. I'm sure I'll be able to win the red eyes of a drunken girl, the Emperor's favor will come back to me in no time. The Cloudy Hair of Chao Cai Eighteen Songs for the Night of the Son. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you. The woman is still in her embroidered bed, her red silk is slow, and her green hair is low. The Green Maid Yuan Zhen Two Songs of Liu and Ruan's Wives The Green Maid of Hibiscus and Fomenting Tower and Mountain. Thousands of peach blossoms and ten thousand years of medicine, I don't know why I remember the world. A green maid and a high toad in Huaqing Palace Why the golden carriage no longer travels, and why the green maid and the dainty face can't overcome the sadness. The moon is full at the Lishan Palace. Pomegranate in the Mountain Pomegranate is like a pomegranate on a hill, but it is thin and colorful. The pomegranate is like a pomegranate on a hill, but it is so colorful that it is not easy to see it. Crow's Head Lu Guimeng and Chou Mei Tuan Wa Palace Huai Gu Five Styles A palace of flowers ripples, and the crow's head is out of the cocoon tonight. But I can't imagine that I'll be singing and dancing in my seat, and then I'll be brushing the flag at the end of the night. The clouds and temples, the flowers and faces, the golden steps, the hibiscus tent and the spring night. ---- Bai Juyi's The Song of Long Hatred The green clouds are disturbed ---- Du Mu's The A-Fang Palace Fugue: "The stars are fluorescent, and the make-up mirror is open; the green clouds are disturbed, and the hair is combed; and the stream rises up and is greasy, and the fat water is discarded." Lady Flower Rui with Cloudy Temples Palace Lyrics (Pear Garden Children's Forty-One Poems by Wang Gui) The little palace e came to the inner garden, without combing the cloud temples, her face was like a lotus flower. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on this. The first is a poem by Wang Gui (王珪), which is a poem by Wang Gui (王珪). The wine is poured into the cups of joy at leisure, and the dust of the rainbow beams flies out all night long. Cicada Sideburns Yang Juyuan Two Songs on Watching Prostitutes Entering the Road Jasper is the champion of the year, and the songs are heard through the flowers. In the spring, I cut my hair at the Hibiscus Temple, and my cicada temples fall into the green clouds in the wind. Meng Jiao Lin Pond Song The leaves of the cattail in the pond are like a belt, and the purple lozenges are like big lotus seeds. Cicadas in their skirts and temples are leaning against the wind, and both of them are flying to the east. Cicadas on the temples, Shimengo, the beauty to be watched Lacquered eyes, cicadas on the temples, white snow on the breasts. She loves to cover her smile with her red sleeves and often steals the lotus on the water. Also known as "Cicada" and "Cicada". Hundred Songs of Palace Lyrics The Cicada is combed around the golden crown, and the jade dragonfly is attached to the temples. The curtains in the bedchamber are closed and there is nothing to do, but to test the incense, I stand idly in front of the royal furnace. --Learning to comb cicadas means learning to comb hair. Wang Ya, the High Sideburns Thirty Songs from the Palace (27 Songs) A clump of high sideburns with green clouds, the official style is gently and faintly yellow. The Princess of the Nine Heavens is a precious princess, and the outside world strives to learn from the inside world. The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea for me to go back to my old school, and I was very happy. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next stage of my life. The gold hairpin is worn diagonally in the spring, and the temples are red for thousands of years. Bao Sol in a Clouded Bun Fan Zhenchuan has sent me a letter, so I'm going to pay you ten songs. The clouded bun and phoenix text are fine, and I'm singing to you as a teenager. It's a pity to pay ten thousand dollars for one visit. Wang Jian One Hundred Songs from the Palace The Jade Cicada and the Golden Bird are inserted in three layers, and the green sideburns are in a high bun. The spring winds blow down the floor at the dancing place, but when I return, I don't want to give you a head comb. Liu Yuxi (刘禹锡) gifted Li Sikong (李司空) a prostitute with a high bun and a cloudy hair in a palace-like make-up, and Du Weiniang (杜韦娘) a song in the spring breeze. I'm used to all sorts of things, and I've broken the heart of Suzhou's assassin. Meng Chi (The Crow in a Bun) Liantang (The Lotus Pond) The veins of her sleeves cover her face, and her bun is coiled with crows. The lotus stem has thorns that can't be broken, so I spend my days looking at the flowers. The Bun and the Crow Poem of the Red Child The Bun and the Crow is a poem of the Red Child, and I don't need a matchmaker to win your heart. I'm sure I'll be able to win the red eyes of a drunken girl, the Emperor's favor will come back to me in no time. The Cloudy Hair of Chao Cai Eighteen Songs for the Night of the Son. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. The woman is still in her embroidered bed, her red silk is slow, and her green hair is low. The Green Maid Yuan Zhen Two Songs of Liu and Ruan's Wives The Green Maid of Hibiscus and Fomenting Tower and Mountain. Thousands of peach blossoms and ten thousand years of medicine, I don't know why I remember the world. The Green Maid and the High Toad at Hua Qing Palace Why the golden carriage no longer travels, and why the green maid and the red face can't overcome the sorrow. The moon is full at the Lishan Palace. Pomegranate in the Mountain Pomegranate is like a pomegranate on a mountain, but it is thin and colorful. The pomegranate is like a pomegranate on a hill, but it is so colorful that it is not easy to see it. Crow's Head Lu Guimeng and Chou Mei Tuan Wa Palace Huai Gu Five Styles A palace of flowers ripples in the river, and a crow's head is cocooned in the evening. I can't imagine that the sleeves of the songs and dances in the seat, then the remnants of the festival will brush the flag down.
5. What are some ancient poems about hair1. The sound of apes urges white hair to grow long and short.
2. When the spirit of the year refused to be leveled, white hair like silk sighing what good.
3. Who can put the book together, white head of the Taixuan scripture.
5. Yellow hair and tufts of hair, and happy. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it. --- Sima Guang, "The Moon on the Western River"
8. "Don't wait to be idle, you'll be sad when you've wasted your youthful head" --- Yue Fei, "The Red River"
9. "The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are accustomed to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze" --- Yang Shen, "Linjiang Xian"
10. "When you are a child and you leave your home and you go back to your old age", you can't change the sound of the countryside without your temples deteriorating. --- Li Bai "to wait for the wine does not arrive"
15. Mo wait for leisure, white youth head, empty sadness --- Yue Fei "full river red"
6. Poetry describing the longest hair zwhite hair three thousand zhang, the edge of the sorrow like a long. I don't know where to get the fall frost in the bright mirror. I've seen it before, but today I was surfing the web and happened to see the owner ask a question. It's a coincidence that I didn't write it: It's one of Li Bai's most famous poems. The first line of the poem, "The gray hair is three thousand zhang," is a marvelous exaggeration, and it's not even close to being sensible. A man's hair rarely exceeds his own length. Li Bai's stature, as he described himself in the "Book of Han Jingzhou", was "less than seven feet long". According to historical records, he was a medium-sized man at that time. It's impossible for a man of seven feet to have three thousand feet of hair. If it's the sum of each strand of hair, it's never been depicted that way. This sentence alone is incomprehensible, but how well he follows it up with the next! "Three thousand zhang" means very long. The three zhang of white hair is a symbol of the sorrow in his heart. "Margin", because. "Jiu Chang" means so long, and in some places there are still colloquialisms for "Jiu Chang" and "Jiu Da". The tangible gray hair is replaced by the intangible sadness, and the concrete is transformed into the abstract. The focus of people's attention shifted from "gray hair" to the number "three thousand zhang". The phrase "three thousand zhang of gray hair" is naturally interpreted as an artistic exaggeration, and the poem becomes a brilliantly romanticized idea, making people feel that it is full of interest. However, in order to realize one's gray hair, one must look into the mirror. Now the poet sees his gray hair in the mirror and realizes that it is the result of his deep anger. This is the moment of emotion. Then he enters into a more bizarre fantasy, a more ingenious conception: my gray hairs, so many of them, seem to be as many as three thousand zhang, are caused by the infinite strands of sorrow in my heart. This mirror, which has no feelings, should have no sorrows, right, how can it also reflect full of autumn frost? Autumn frost is white, and the poet uses it to describe white hair, which adds to the feeling of coldness. This kind of language is not a trick, but a deep sigh of emotion. Even the unfeeling mirror has been infected with sadness, and is also very depressed, and as for the person who is looking at the mirror, needless to say? This poem was written around the end of the Tianbao period of Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty. At this time, the Tang Dynasty was in a state of political corruption and chaos, and the poet was y worried about the whole situation. His ideals could not be realized, but on the contrary, he was suppressed and marginalized. However, the poet with integrity and ambition refused to pander to the ruling class, and sighed with indignation: "Can I break my brow and bend my back to serve the rich and powerful, so that I can't be happy" (Dreaming of Traveling to Tianmu and Remaining in Farewell). This is about the reason for his sadness....
7. About the four seasons of the year of the ancient poem, to 100Spring Wing willow (He Zhizhang) Jasper makeup into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk tapestry. I don't know who cuts the leaves, but the spring breeze is like scissors. Spring Night Rain (Du Fu) Good rain knows the time and season, when spring is happening. The winds are in the night, and things are silently moisturized. The path is dark with clouds, the riverboat is bright with fire. When the dawn comes, the flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng. Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei) The osmanthus blossoms fall at leisure, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. Qingming Festival (Du Mu) The rains are pouring down at Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village. Peach Blossoms at Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi) The peach blossoms are in full bloom in April among the people, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom at the mountain temples. The peach blossoms of the mountain temples are in full bloom. I hate to find no place to return to in the spring, but I don't know where to go. Late Spring (Han Yu) The grasses and trees know that spring will not return soon, and there are a hundred flowers and violets to compete with each other. There is no talent in poplar flowers and elm pods, but snow flies in the sky. Early Spring (Han Yu) A light drizzle on the sky is as moist as crispy, and the color of grass is not visible from afar. It is the best time of the year to enjoy spring, and it is the best time to enjoy willow and smoke. Spring Xing (Wu Yuanheng) The willows are shady and the rain is fine, the flowers have fallen and the warblers are seen. The spring breeze blows the dream of my hometown all night long. The Southern Village of the Capital City (Cui Gu) Last year at this gate, the peach blossoms on the face of the people were red. I don't know where the peach blossoms have gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. 1. Spring Thoughts by Li Bai The grass of swallows is as blue as silk, and the mulberry of Qin is as low as a green branch. When the king returns, it's the time for the concubine to break her heart. I don't recognize you in the spring breeze, why did you enter the bedroom? 2. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty The country is broken, the grass and trees are deep in the city in spring. Tears are splashed on the flowers when I feel sad, and the birds are scared when I hate to part. The fire of the beacon lasts for three months, and the letter of home is worth ten thousand gold. The white head is short, and I wish I could not win the hairpin. 3. "Staying in the Left Province in Spring" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The flowers are hidden under the wall of the house, and the birds are passing by. The stars are moving in ten thousand households, and the moon is in the sky. I don't go to bed to listen to the golden key, and I think of Jade Corn because of the wind. I'm not going to bed to listen to the golden key, but I'm thinking about Jade Ke because of the wind. 4. "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty. Good rain knows the time of the year when spring comes. The wind is silent and moistens things silently. The path of the night is dark with clouds, but the fire of the riverboat is bright. The red wet place in the morning, the flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng. 5. "Acacia" by Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty) The red bean is born in the south of the country and grows several branches in the spring. I wish you would pick them more often, they are the most lovesick. 6、《Spring Dawn》Tang Meng Haoran Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, everywhere smells the crowing birds. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and I know how many flowers have fallen. 7. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran, Tang Dynasty. The warblers cry and the swallows speak of the New Year, and the horses and dragons pile up the roads by the thousands. I live in the city of tiers, near the Han Yuan, and my heart goes to the Hu Tian with the bright moon. The words in the machine talk about the long hatred, and the flower branches upstairs laugh and sleep alone. I ask Yuan Rong Du to ride on his car, when will he return to Yanran with his pennant. 8. "Fugue Gu Yuan Grass Farewell" by Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) The grass on the plains of Li Li Yuan, withers and grows every year. The wildfire cannot be eliminated, but it grows again in the spring breeze. The fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green sky connects the deserted city. I'll send the king's grandson away again, and I'll be sadly filled with the feeling of parting. 9. "Spring Lyrics" by Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty Newly made up, I went down to the vermilion building and locked up the spring light in a yard of sadness. The dragonflies fly up to the head of the jade tickle. 10. "Winging the Willow" by He Zhizhang of Tang Dynasty Jasper is made up into a tree, and ten thousand threads are draped with green silk tapestries. I don't know who cuts the leaves, but the February breeze is like scissors. 11. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi, Song Dynasty Peach Blossoms on the Bamboo and Peach Blossoms on the Bamboo and Peach Blossoms on the Bamboo and Peach Blossoms on the Bamboo. Piper Artemisia vulgaris is full of reed buds, it is the time when the river dolphin wants to go up. 12. "Mooring a Boat at Guazhou" by Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty) The water between Guazhou and Jingkou is only a few mountains away from Zhongshan. When will the moon shine on me? 13、《Early Spring Presenting the Water Department Zhang Xviii member outside》Tang Han Yu Tianjie Xiaoyu Runs Like Crisp, Grass Colors Look Near But No. The most favorable part of the year is spring, which is the best part of the year. It's the most favorable year of spring, and it's the best time to see the willow and smoke all over the city. 14. "Jade Tower Spring" by Song Qi (宋宋祁) The eastern city is gradually getting a better view of the scenery, and the gauze wrinkles and waves are welcoming the hitchhikers. The green poplars and the cold dawn, the red apricots and the branches of the apricot branches are in full swing. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to enjoy my life as much as I'd like to. I will hold a drink for you and advise you to stay in the sunset, and leave the evening light among the flowers. 15. "Spring in the South" by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty Thousands of miles of warblers cry in the green river, and the wind of wine flags blows in the water villages and mountains. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it, it's also about the way you look at it. 16. "Early Spring" (早春南征寄洛中诸友) Song Ouyang Xiu (宋欧阳修) The color of Chu is so poor that the pedestrians have no credit for it. The color of Chu is poor, but the pedestrians have no credit. The spring has entered the grass by the river, and the flowers are blossoming on the water. The east wind and a bottle of wine make me think of home alone in the new year. 17. "Jade Tower Spring" by Xin Qiji, Song The wind wants to persuade the spring light to live, spring is on the grassy road south of the city. The flowers have not yet fallen by the water's edge, but are still floating on the mud. In the mirror, I have already realized that the stars are wrong, but I am not responsible for spring. In my dream, I am far away from many sorrows, but only at the pear blossoms and the wind and rain. 18, "Spring Day" Song Zhu Xi, the victory of the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, the boundless light of a new moment. The spring is always spring. 19、《Qiantang Lake Spring Walk》Tang Bai Juyi Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Ting West, the surface of the water is flat cloud feet low. The early warblers compete for the warmth of the trees, and the new swallows peck at the spring mud. The flowers are all over the place, and the grass is not as light as the horse's hooves. I love the east side of the lake, the white sandy embankment in the green poplar shade. 20. "The Last Verse" by Sung Monk Zhinan The short canopy is tied up in the shade of an ancient tree, and the staff and quinoa help me to cross the east bridge. The apricot blossom rain on my clothes and the willow wind on my face are not cold. 21. "No Value in the Garden" by Ye Shao-weng (Song) I should feel sorry for the clogs which are printed on the moss, and I can't open the door of the wood for a long time. The garden is full of spring colors, a branch of red apricots come out of the wall Summer Early Summer The cuckoo's blood is crying out, the butterfly's dream is broken, and the heart is even more crazy. I am a man of little love on earth, but in my old age I cherish my years ten times over. In early summer, a golden plate of food is given out of a precious room, and a purple camel's hooves are reflected in a bear's paw. The Hou family is amazed at the favors bestowed upon them, but they don't know the bitter spices in the mountain kitchens. Early Summer The old Sui temple in the southwestern part of the county has been abandoned and only two or three monks are left. The garden is filled with quinoa and the dust is dark and Buddha is in the background, and the drums are always heard, like the spring silkworms. In early summer, in the shade of the small temple of Liu Gu, east of the ancient Dai in the deserted villages, the old man is tired of holding his quinoa stick. The old man, tired of holding his quinoa stick, also prays for a good harvest with the villagers. Early Summer The old man sells his fortune to the people in the old city, and also writes a talisman for silkworms and wheat. The old man sells divination in the corner of the old city, and also writes a symbol for silkworms to protect the wheat. Summer Day at the South Pavilion: Memories of Xin Da Meng Haoran The light of the mountains is suddenly setting in the west, and the moon in the pond is gradually rising in the east. The light of the mountains is suddenly setting in the west, and the moon is gradually rising in the east. The lotus breeze sends fragrance, the bamboo dew drips clear sound. I want to play the zither, but I hate that I don't have a soulmate to enjoy it. I am nostalgic for my old friend, and I have been dreaming for the middle of the night. Evening Clearing by Li Shangyin I live in a deep place overlooking the city, where the spring has gone and the summer is still clear. The sky is so beautiful that it's not easy for me to see it. The sky is clear in the evening, and the small window is bright. After the nests of the birds have dried up, they return to fly with a lighter body. Fan Chengda's "Happy Sunny Day" The plums are ripening in the window and the bamboo shoots are coming out from under the wall. I don't know that spring has gone, but I realize the depth of summer only when it clears up. Summer Night Sighs by Du Fu The sun never ends, but the heat and steam poison my heart. The wind is floating in the air and blowing my clothes. The moon in the sky, the light in the forest. The night is short in midsummer, so I open the pavilion to enjoy the coolness. The light of the sky is so bright that even the feathered insects fly. The situation of things is not big or small, but it is always the same. Think of the men who spend their years on the frontier. Why do they wash each other and look at each other with passion? The nightly fights are so loud that they are heard in thousands of places. Though they are covered with purple, it is better for them to go back to their hometown as soon as possible. In the north city, the whistle is made of sadness and the storks and cranes are flying. I am so tired of being tired, and I am thinking of the time to be well. The Summer of the Years by Su Sunqin The summer seat of the courtyard is deep and clear, the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtains. The trees are full of shade and the sun is at noon, and the warblers are dreaming of the time.