1. Poems about Dai
Poems about Dai 1. What are the poems with the word "Dai" in their titles?
1. "Remembering Old Travels·Records" Zhou Bangyan in the Song Dynasty wrote about the sadness of the dark blue, the tears washed away the red lead, and the door was covered in the autumn night.
I am startled by the falling leaves, listening to the cold weeping at night, and the misty rain. 2. "The Complete Book of the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling - Chai and Dai" by Cao Xueqin of the Qing Dynasty. It is a pity that the virtue of stopping is pity for the talent of Xu.
Jade belts hang in the forest, and golden hairpins are buried in the snow.
3. "Inscribed on Ding Muqin's Painting of Daiyu's Burial Flowers" Modern Times·Hongyi worked diligently to clean up the remaining red flowers and built a flower tomb with a hoe. The jade hook sloping beside the Sui family tomb is as cold as ever.
4. "Jiangchengzi · A servant girl with a bun in a bun and a wolf with a rosy eyebrow and a long black eyebrow" Tang Dynasty Wei Zhuang A bun with a wolf in a bun and a wolf with a long black eyebrow. She left the orchid house and said goodbye to Tan Lang.
The horns whine and the stars fade. The dew is cold and the moon is killing people.
5. "Moon over the Xijiang River: The moon is pale with sorrow and daisies" Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty. As long as the mandarin duck pillow is free at night, Xiaojing will be in a lazy mood.
Drunk hat brim. 6. "Intoxicated by the East Wind·Double-brushed Dai stopped to separate the green feathers" Yuan Dynasty·Sun Zhouqing Double-brushed the Dai stopped to separate the green feathers, and a nest of clouds half spit out the rhinoceros comb.
The treasure is fragrant, the luo rut is plain, and the begonia is delicate. Who can help me when I get up from sleep?
7. "Picking mulberry seeds, native flowers once dyed Xiang'e Dai" Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty Native flowers once dyed Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead were difficult to eliminate. Whoever knocks Qingyun, it’s not rhino vertebrae but phoenix qiao.
Should only stay with Duanxi River. 8. "Partridge Sky·The whole day has no intention of sweeping the eyebrows" Xia Song of the Song Dynasty The whole day has no intention of sweeping the eyebrows.
Before leaving, I was worried about the reason and clothing. I am afraid of hurting my husband, and I dare not shed my tears.
9. "The Migrant Oriole·Singing to Lengdai" Song Dynasty Yan Shu sang to Liandai and danced in the wind.
The late sun is like a feast. The branches are pearly and green, and the clusters are red.
The clouds are in a bun. The golden stove is warm.
10. "Revealing Heartfelt Love: When Singing, Her Eyebrows Dance and Her Waist" Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty Song Dynasty's Ouyang Xiu.
Monsters are everywhere. When you first cut the chrysanthemum, you want to climb high.
The weather is terrible. .
11. "Xiaozhong Mountain, Qingdai Mountain at the Top of Emerald Forest" Xiangbo, Song Dynasty, Qingdai Mountain at the Top of Emerald Forest. The small building has new paintings and rolled bead curtains.
The water moves blue outside the blue gauze window. Lean on the railing, opposite.
12. "Drunken Penglai·Wangqingfeng dyed with daisy" Song·Xie Xie Wangqingfeng dyed with daisy, the dusk mist clears the sky, and the blue sky is silvery. The round mirror flies high, another autumn and a half.
Who has the same color? 13. "It's Rumored that the Jade Girl's Eyebrows Are Lightly Parted" by Yuan Qi of the Song Dynasty.
The beautiful face can be painted, but how beautiful is the spirit. The crocodile gauze reflects the jade, and the mother-of-pearl belt is worn twice.
14. "Red lips, low eyebrows and dark eyebrows" by Feng Shixing, Song Dynasty. But it sounded from the sandalwood.
Gradually reach the plum blossom. Return to the lonely boat, the plum shadow boat.
15. "Crying in the Black Night, Luan Jing's Eyebrows Are Worried" by Li Shi, Song Dynasty. I saw an illness one time and missed the best time with a snap of my fingers.
Drunk and confused. 16. "Guo Qin Tower·Meidaishan Branch" Song Dynasty Lideng Meidaishan Branch, asking for the dimple together, the first sight of the Yuyu Night Hall.
The hibiscus is sent to hide, and the cardamom spreads the fragrance, so the green servant girl is allowed to steal it. 17. "The Eyes Are Mesmerizing, I'm Listening to the Crow's Crying with My Eyes" by Feng Weishou, Song Dynasty.
Green smoke slants outside the curtain. The wind and rain in front of the house have returned to the swallows, but have not yet entered other people's homes.
. 18. "Huang Ying'er·Six waves of smoke floating in the sky" by Chen Yunping, Song Dynasty Six waves of smoke floating in the sky, the sound of the south road, the trees are moving for the first time, the screen windows are sleepless, and the paintings are at dawn.
Look and stay in darkness. 19. "Visiting Kinmen·Mo Daiqian" Song·Hu Zhonggong Mo Daiqian.
Just for the late cold, I am too lazy to put on makeup. The moist mirror is full of red mist.
Leave half of the forehead flower open. Gradually plum.
20. "Partridge Sky: I have no intention of sweeping my eyebrows all day" Song Dynasty·Anonymous I have no intention of sweeping my eyebrows all day long. Before leaving, I was worried about seeing the truth and collecting clothes.
In front of the bottle, I was afraid of hurting my husband's feelings, and I didn't dare to shed tears in the pavilion.
21. "Treading on the Shasha, Dark Eyebrows and Frowning, Retro Poetry Collection Five" Yuan Dynasty Ware, lightly sweeping away the traces of spring, lightly enveloping the fragrance. Wu Gong resented that the flattery did not work.
The plum blossoms are sour and emerald, and the green smoke of Hunan is full of sorrowful luxuriant flowers. 22. "Traveling on the Shasha with Dark Eyebrows" by Shen Xi of the Yuan Dynasty. Two moths are pressed against the green, and the flowers are fragrant.
When spring comes, it hurts the spring. A trace of my thoughts lingers on my face, and my face is not as beautiful as it was when I was young.
23. "Dailuoding" Qianlong, Qing Dynasty. The mountains return to the valley and hold their own weight, and the left neighbor of Luoding holds another peak. The cloud stacks are bent up to the sky and Han Dynasty, and the hibiscus alone appears in the flower palace.
24. "Heavenly Fairy·The grass-green skirt is stained with daisy on the mountainside" Love poem Qing Dynasty Wen Tingshi The grass-green skirt is dyed with daisy on the waist of the mountain, and I am free to hate and worry about it.
Don’t worry, when the boat is crossing the river, there are nine luan hairpins and two phoenix belts. 25. "Living in Daizhang" by Xu Yueqing of the Song Dynasty. Daizhang's eyebrows spread out, and green waves spread across the sky.
The mandarin ducks never disperse, and the Fei Zhai comes back again and again. In the ruins of the apricot altar, there are long plum blossoms.
2. Poems about the word "Dai"
The peaks are covered with mist, and the splash of Dai is like a servant girl's bath
Looking back, I smile with all my charm. Born, the sixth house of pink and white has no color.
The shadow falls on Minghu Lake and the light is green. Two peaks are opened in front of the Golden Tower.
The water in Dongcheng is as dark as dark blue, where people come. I have never known love
"Long Love" Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains.
The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold, I miss the red maple leaves.
The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered.
The flying geese have not returned yet, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
A whirlpool of clouds and a shuttle of jade.
The Dandan shirt is thin and thin, and the frown is double.
There are many autumn winds and gentle rain.
There are three or two banana nests outside the curtain, but the night is long and there is nothing anyone can do.
"Farewell to Lotte on the Bank of the Suzhou River" by Zhang Ji
The silver mud skirt reflects the brocade barrier mud, and the painted boat stops with the tufted hooves of the horse. .
At the end of the pipe cleaning song, parrots speak, and the red flag moves and the thin cold hisses.
The wine gradually disappears, the beauty is pale, and the lustful words are detached and the love is low.
Don’t forget the place where you are chanting, the female grave is in the west of Wuqiu, Hubei Province.
"The Joy of Night" by Li He
The red curtain is covered with gold tassels, and the lantern has nine hanging carp branches.
The beauty opens a copper shop under the moonlight, and the spring water drips with wine and the orangutan sells wine.
One box weighs one basket, ten plants are fragrant, red gold melon seeds and mixed with bran.
Five silk seals seal the green fugi, and Ahou will make more than ten million smiles.
The Han Dynasty in Nanxuan turned around and the shadows were sparse, and the mute in Tonglin held Ziwu.
The sword cliff is knotted with bluestone beads, and the white gun blows turbulently and condenses the frost whiskers.
The missing man sends me to the bright house, which is full of moonlight.
The new guests dismount and the old guests leave, and the green cicada shows off her black hair and brushes her hair again.
"Breaking Willows" by Lu Zhaolin
The building opens to the dawn, and the willows are leaning on it.
The crow of an oriole indicates the passing of years, and the change of patterns indicates the return of spring.
The dew leaves are filled with sorrow and the flowers are dancing in the wind.
Panzhe chatted about the post, but the news from the army was sparse.
"Requesting the Picture of the Waterfall on the Baizhang Cliff from the People of Cuishan" by Li Bai
The plain cliff of Baizhang is cracked, and the red walls of the four mountains are open.
There are jets of water in the dragon pool, and there are wind and thunder day and night.
But I saw waterfalls and springs falling, like clouds coming from Han Dynasty.
After hearing the photo of you, the island is ready to return.
Shidai brushes the grass, and the ancient moss used to be green.
If the silence is passed down from generation to generation, why bother to go to the rooftop.
, the ancient snow is like white stone in front of the window.
Linqi invites me to come or not. If I come, I have to look for it through the red clouds.
Red raindrops fall between the red bean trees. Lovers cannot live with their teachers.
The world is full of worries about killing people, and they return to the beautiful valley.
"Reward Lotte Sends Qizhou Bamboo Mat" by Yuan Zhen
The Qizhou Bamboo Bamboo Mat has not yet come into spring, so you must first wipe the green mat.
Known as hot objects, they can predict the miasma of people.
Grind jade to make your heart moist, and weave small pieces of jade into your teeth.
Frost condenses the green sweat on the bamboo slips, and the ice penetrates the green scales.
The water is light and dark, and the glass is thin and dusty.
The dream becomes cold and slippery, and the old dragon lies down in shock.
3. Ancient poems containing the word "Dai"
"Good Times" Li Longji
Bao bun is more suitable for palace style, lotus The face is tender and the body is red and fragrant.
Eyebrows do not need to be opened and painted, and the temples are long according to the teachings of heaven.
Don’t rely on the beauty of the country to marry a lover.
When we were young, we should not miss the good times.
"Screen inscribed by Xuchi Station" Princess Yifen
It was difficult to leave her hometown after getting married.
The Holy Grace is worried about the long journey, and I look at each other with tears on the way.
Shasai’s face is gone, and the pink and white are left in the corner.
Why is my heart broken? I will look forward to Chang'an one day.
"Shu Ling Banquet Handkerchief" by Li Yu
He is haggard in his floating life, and loses his beauty in his prime.
My sweaty hands are stained by fragrance, and my eyebrows are stained by smoke.
"Sauvignon Blanc" Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains.
The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold, I miss the red maple leaves.
The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered.
The flying geese have not returned yet, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
A whirlpool of clouds and a shuttle of jade.
The Dandan shirt is thin and thin, and the frown is double.
There are many autumn winds and gentle rain.
There are three or two banana nests outside the curtain, and the night is long and there is nothing anyone can do.
"Inscribed on Jinhua Palace" by the Xu family
Then to Jinhuading, Xuandu visited Taoism.
The clouds cover the scene, and the dark locks reveal the towers.
After the rain washes away the mountains, the wind blows away and the road opens up.
Why envy Penglai when there is green screen and running water?
4. What are the poems about "Yuan Shan Dai"
1. "Lotus Leaf Cup·A Rare Beauty" Tang Weizhuang
A peerless beauty is rare and will captivate the country.
There is no hope of seeing her under the flowers.
A pair of sad eyebrows,
I can’t bear to think more.
Idlely covering the green screen with golden phoenixes, lingering dreams,
Luo Mu’s painting hall is empty.
There is no road in the blue sky and it is difficult to pass through.
The old house is melancholy.
2. "Bodhisattva Man·Rainy and Sunny Night and Linglong Day" by Tang Wen Tingyun
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Thousands of fragrant branches are brushed with red silk.
I dream about the golden hall,
The garden is full of day lilies.
The embroidered curtain hangs down,
The eyebrows are green and the mountains are green in the distance.
The spring water crosses the river bridge,
The soul of leaning on the railing is about to disappear.
3. "Qingpingle·Xichi Tobacco" Song Yan Jidao
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I wish I didn’t find love early.
The road is full of fallen flowers and red flowers are not swept away.
The spring beauty gradually grows with age.
The eyebrows on the distant mountains are long and graceful,
The clear songs are delicately chasing the clouds.
In the lingering dream of Shizhou,
The sun sets in the palace in the center of the water.
4. "Sheng Cha Zi" by Song Yan Jidao
The eyebrows on the distant mountains are long,
The thin willow waist is curled.
Put off your makeup and create a spring breeze,
A smile is worth a thousand dollars.
When I returned to Fengcheng,
I told him about the brothel.
I have seen Yingchuan flowers all over,
They are not as good as my teacher.
5. "Partridge Sky Xiuyue Hengtang Ten Miles of Fragrance" Jin Caisongnian
Xiuyue Hengtang Ten Miles of Fragrance , the water splashes in the evening color are still and fragrant.
The rouge snow melts into the water, and the emerald plate is high and glows in the night.
The mountains are far away, the moon is long, and the dusk clouds and autumn shadows dip into Xiaoxiang.
The drunken soul should chase Lingbo's dream and share the west wind with the cool night.
6. "Qingpingle·Xichi Tobacco" Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty
Xichi Tobacco. I wish I didn’t find love early. The road is full of fallen flowers and red flowers. The beauty of spring gradually changes with age. The eyebrows on the distant mountains are long and graceful. The clear song is fine and the wine is chasing the clouds. In the lingering dream of Shizhou, the sun sets in the palace in the center of the water.
7. "Huanxisha" Li Jie of the Song Dynasty
The flower garden is full of winding paths. The wind rolls the embroidered curtains in the small pavilion. The swing is leaning against the painted bridge east. The two butterflies are dancing and the remaining red is whirling, and the place where the orioles are singing is lush and green. The eyebrows in the distant mountains are getting thicker late in the day.
8. "Sheng Cha Zi" by Zhang Xiaoxiang of the Song Dynasty
The distant mountains have dark eyebrows and beautiful willows with blue eyes. The pavilion is broken by the bright glow, and the curtain is shallow in the spring cold. The cup is delayed and the jade is delayed, and the candle is afraid of being cut by the golden knife. The bright moon suddenly flew over, and the shadows of flowers and curtains rolled up.
5. Are there any poems that begin with the word "Dai"?
"Inscribed on Jinhua Palace" Xu family returned to Jinhuading and visited Xuandu.
The clouds cover the scene, and the dark locks reveal the tower. Before the rain washes away the mountains, the wind blows away and the road opens up.
There is no need to envy Penglai when there is green screen and flowing water. "I will stay at Judge Han's house in Kuangshan Mountain" and I will take a rest in Lantang for a few nights.
After the solitary singing of the green peak, the snow-white ape will definitely send it. Tea smoke lingers in the curtains and fallen leaves, moonlit chess pieces fall into deep moss.
Looking back over the Ming Dynasty River, I realized that the breeze could not accompany me. "Remuneration Package Commentary Mural Landscape Seeing Mail" Huangfu Ran Yiguan knew what he was proud of, and his original intention was Yunquan.
Ruhansheng is emerging, and the peaks suddenly appear before his eyes. Dai Zhong distinguishes far and near, and the wind and smoke rise in the pen.
The rock is green and deep on the woodcutting road, and fishing boats emerge from the lake. The cold invades the top of Chicheng and the sun shines on Wulingchuan.
If you read the annals of famous mountains, you will still hear about the Zhaoyin chapter. Then the guests from the rivers and seas melancholy recalled the idle fields.
"Broken Flowers" Luo Yin sighed that it was too late, but he was still sad to say goodbye and drunk. The warm fragrance fades with the sun, and the light pieces return with the wind.
Dai is singing with sorrow, her makeup is broken and weeping on the mirror. Don't be dazzled by the complicated darkness, it will eventually become dust.
"Liu Xianggong Zhongshu Jiangshan Painting Barrier" Cen Shen, the Prime Minister's Mansion, recruited wonderful ink, and the world was exhausted with his brush strokes. I just realized that the painting pen can take away the power of creation.
Xiaoxiang is between the curtains and in the horizontal seat of the hut. Suddenly I suspected the Phoenix Pond, which was secretly connected to the river and the sea.
The pink and white clouds above the lake, the dark green skyline peaks. The moon is always visible day and night, and the solitary sail is like the wind.
The rock flowers do not fly down, and the stream grass does not have spring and winter. Carrying tin incense burners and fishing for Canglang Weng.
How to calm down the mind of Tianjin, but still miss the traces of dust. The heart of wealth is light, but the prosperity of mountains and forests is strong.
The noise and quietness are quite different, and the reasons and things are different. Please, for the sake of the common people, do not chase the red pine tree.
"A Journey to Zhanghua Palace" Bao Rongyan's smoke in Zhunanhong calls out to the Xiaoqun, and the clouds of resentment in Zhanghua Palace. Twelve witch peaks look up to the green sky, where is the golden car inviting clouds to stay.
Three thousand people fell into the palace with a small waist, and the palace clothes are green and youthful. Isn't there a person who is like a goddess, who is so patient that the moth never stretches out?
The moth can still stand alone even if it does not stretch out. In the spring, all doors are always locked. "View of Emperor Kaiyuan's Eastern Seal in the Mansion" Ma Dai looks like a green flower, and the ennoblement is revealed for the first time.
The Ming Dynasty leader stands with a crown and a sword, accompanied by his ministers. The traces of flying immortals are gone, and the light comes with worshiping the sun.
The pink marks are suspected to be jade, and the dark color is surprising. The clouds hanging on the wall are about to rise, and the wind in the mausoleum is like returning.
What year will return to the East? Fortunately, the old man of Lu will be happy. "Old Cypresses" Du Fu There are old cypresses in front of the Kongming Temple, with branches as thick as bronze and roots as stone.
The frost-skinned rain covers forty circles, and the dark color towers two thousand feet into the sky. The king and his ministers have met each other, and the trees are still cherished by others.
The clouds bring the air to Wu Gorge, and the moon rises coldly and the snow-capped mountains are white. Recalling that yesterday the road went around the east side of Jinting Pavilion, the former Lord Wuhou was in Tongcheng Palace.
The branches of Cui Wei are ancient in the suburbs, and the elegant and beautiful houses are in the sky. Even though he has gained the ground, he is so lonely and solitary that there are strong winds.
Support is the power of God, and the cause of creation is upright. The building is like a leaning beam, and thousands of cows are looking back at the mountains.
The world will be shocked if you don’t reveal the article. Who can send it if you don’t say it? The painstaking efforts will inevitably lead to ants, and the fragrant leaves will eventually pass through Luan Feng.
People with lofty ideals should not complain, it is difficult to use ancient materials. "Zeng You" Dai Shulun Bozhou was at the foot of the ancient city, climbing up to the high pavilion and looking out.
The river meets Pengli, and the peaks are vast and mysterious. The clear shadows are clear in the sky, and the dark colors shine far away.
The stele contains Taishi books and the words are engraved with Chang Gong Tiao. I feel like a prisoner of Chu, but my heart still shines.
If you are pregnant, you can't move it. You can only scream sadly. "A Gift to the Dukes of the Eastern Capital of the Branch in the Spring of the Sixth Year" Bai Juyi I am the shepherd of Tongzhou, and I feel ashamed that I have no talent.
I have had many blessings and many blessings. Occasionally, when the valley is low, it is a day of peace for the people.
The prisons in counties and counties are empty, and thieves in rural areas are on the run. Among them, the most fortunate ones are those who have different ranks among the pilgrims.
They met the egrets and sat in the Zhilan Room. When the couplet pays homage to the rider, he occasionally writes poems.
Walking around with a candle in the snow at night, the spring breeze brings out the quince. Hua Jiaoying checks, Liu Fufeng compares.
The French wine has a light clear pulp and contains peach red fruits. Luo Tong tunes gold pipes, and Lu Nu is elegant and graceful.
Dai Mei sings deeply and thinks deeply, and dances closely with her waist. Every time we are drunk and happy together, we consciously forget about our failing diseases.
I realized that what is behind the elbow is not as good as what is in the cup. Life goes by day by day, when will the worldly affairs end?
I am miserable and careless, and I hope you will guide me.
"Mountain Tour Shows the Little Prostitute" Bai Juyi's two servant girls have not yet joined together, and they are only halfway through their thirties.
I was originally from Qiluo, but now I am a companion of mountains and rivers. Play with the spring spring, climb and play with the good trees.
The smile is fascinating, and the drunken thoughts are confused before the wind. Hong Ning's dancing sleeves are urgent, while Dai's singing is slow.
Don’t sing like willow branches, for you have no heart to break up with you. "Fenghe Si'an, Prime Minister Li Suzhou, sent the Taihu stones to have extraordinary shapes..." Bai Juyi scattered and restored Cui Wei, a pile of green jade.
The peak-parallel fairy palm comes out, and the sword door opens. The steep top is dangerous, but the roots below are magnificent.
The spirit overwhelms the bamboo trees, and the complexion overwhelms the pavilions. It hides like phosphorus and condenses into a phosphorus embryo.
The clean edge reveals the sharp edge, the clearer and more beautiful the roses are. The majestic shape is about to move, and the majestic power is about to be destroyed.
The strange response is to hide ghosts and monsters, and the spiritual combination is to store clouds and thunder. The sun is wet with new rain, and the spots are bright with ancient moss.
Birds that have never roosted are unwilling to be polluted by dust. Sharpen the bamboo shoots of Langgan, and dig out the agate turtle.
Poseidon moved the stones and painted barriers clustered on the rooftop. Being a rare thing in the world is like a person who has lost his talents.
After crossing the river for a reed load, we entered Luo Wudingtui. Although the origin is unintentional, the ups and downs are also matched.
Pull it out from the bottom of Shuifu and place it towards the opposite corner. When reciting poems symmetrically, it is appropriate to hold the wine glass.
In the end, you will always follow the example of gold, but if you don’t follow the example of jade, it will fall. Shufu's heart is partial, but the public's eyes are back again and again.
***Sorry, I don’t have this distinction, so I only care about Taihu Lake. "Yong" Wen Tingyun's hairy feathers are full of melancholy and green, and her dainties are full of beautiful spring.
His face tends to shed tears when he is angry, and his attitude is sobering for others. Dreams follow the moon on the pillow, and songs surround the dust beside the fan.
The jade hook and the luan cannot live, and the waves are shallow and phosphorus. "Fifty Rhymes of Feelings of Old Love Presented by Li Pushe in Huainan" Wen Tingyun and Ji Shao are still young, and Shan Tao is in his prime years.
On the table where the piano and bottles are displayed, Danqi worships in front of the bed. The neighborhood has only moved three times, and the sky has moved nine times.
Feeling deeply and confused, speaking with tears. Recalling the prosperity of dragon pictures in the past, cranes and feathers are now complete.
The fragrance of cinnamon branches can be attacked, and the poplar leaves are worn frequently. The jade sign indicates auspiciousness, and the golden elixir turns into an immortal.
The poems are written in pens, and the songs are spread all over the city. Once the empty wings are corrected, the creation rights will be maintained.
All souls are cast in drums, and everyone is waiting for Tao Zhen. Look at the grass and silk fibers coming out, and the rain and dew are hanging.
The law travels within the ecliptic and lives near the green flowers. The calligraphy touches the soup cauldron, and the sound of chanting follows Shun's string.
White linen and red candles illuminate the night, and the sky is clear and purple. Thunder and lightning follow the magic pen, and fish and dragons fall on colored paper.
Spend a leisurely night with Yongshi, clearing the summer heat in the sweet spring. Geng Jie is not to maintain wealth, but leisurely travel is to nurture virtuous people.
The ice and clearness came to hundreds of Guangdong and became popular in Sanchuan. The commission is sent to promote the hub, and the majestic pressure controls the strings.
Liang Yuan raised his cavalry, and the Huai River was replaced by Rong Zhan. The sun is green and the oil is moist, the brocade tent is fresh in the wind.
There are twenty-eight moths and three thousand pearls and shoes. The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the sorrowful song gathers the green tinsel.
The whole hall is filled with sunshine, and the seats are decorated with beautiful figures. The hibiscus tent with oily forehead, the tortoiseshell feast with fragrant dust.
The embroidered flags follow the shadow, and the golden formation looks like a wave. The curtains are deep and close to each other, and the rich families are secretly connected.
Colorful dragons and halberds, colorful horses and golden whips. If there is a guest, who will be entrusted? If there is no matchmaker, I will pity myself.
The song is melodious and mellow, drifting like a filial boat. He failed to develop his strategy and left Guo Tian behind.
The pomegranate is still thin, and the orange is more flowing. Take a treacherous path, and keep your mind on the compendium.
The unknown fish leaps to the ground, and the undeserved deer croaks. Jixia period arrived, and Zhangbin's disease was not cured.
It is definitely not a bird outside the cage, it is really a cicada in its shell. The Hui path is adjacent to the quiet water, and the Jing Fei is prosperous and quiet.
The thatched cottage is dotted with moss and the vegetables are splashed with water. After fishing, the stream is heavy with clouds, and the woodcutter returns to the stream with a full moon.
Laziness often leads to diarrhea, which is similar to worry.
6. Poems about Lin Daiyu
Daiyu’s riddle Who carries two sleeves of cigarettes after court, the two in the quilt beside the piano have no chance.
There is no need for a chicken to repay Xiaochou, and there will be no trouble for the maid for five nights. The anxious head is coming from day to day, and the heart is burning day after day.
Time flies and must be borrowed, and the wind, rain, and sunshine are subject to change. Flower Burial Poems When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and unable to find relief. Hands hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir, and endure the falling flowers as they come and go.
Willow silk and elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei. The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year? The incense nest has been built in March, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless! Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave your empty nest alone.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other, how long can the bright beauty last, it is hard to find it once it wanders. Flowers are easy to see when they bloom but hard to find when they fall. I worry about killing the flower buryer in front of the steps. Leaning alone on the flower with a hoe, I shed my tears secretly. I can see traces of blood on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door. The green lantern shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not yet warm.
The things that happened to the strange slave are doubly distressing, half pity for spring and half annoyance for spring; pity for spring comes and goes, and then goes without saying anything. There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the spirit of a flower or a bird? The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.
I wish I could grow wings and follow the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind.
It is better to be clean and come clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches. If you die now, you will be buried. I don’t know when you will be buried. People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year? Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it! Lin Daiyu's poem The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, ice is crushed into earth and jade is used as a basin. I stole three cents of the pistil's white color, and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom's soul.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sews the needles, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry. Shy and silent, I complain to someone. I feel tired leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night.
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang) Yongju The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is silent as he walks around the fence and pulls the stones. The hair is written with beauty in the frost, and the fragrance at the corner of the mouth is chanting to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, but who can explain the autumn heart in a few words. Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day.
Daiyu (the concubine of Xiaoxiang) asked the chrysanthemums about the autumn mood, but no one knew it, and murmured with her hands behind her hands and knocked on the east fence: Who hides herself from the world, and the same flowers bloom as the bottom Late? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can we miss lovesickness when we return home? If you don't want to talk about anything in the world, why bother talking about it for a while? Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang) Chrysanthemum Dream I had a deep sleep in autumn beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon were indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose, and I am frightened to come back, so I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who can I complain to when I wake up? The decaying grass and cold smoke are endless.
A stormy evening in the autumn window. The autumn flowers are pale, the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lights are bright and the autumn night is long. I already feel that the autumn window will never end, and the wind and rain will make it desolate.
Help the autumn wind and rain come so quickly, shocking the autumn window and the autumn dream of green. I can't bear to sleep with the love of autumn in my arms, and I ask myself how the autumn screen moves my tears.
The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the sorrow and sorrow move the separation. Whose autumn courtyard has no wind, and whose autumn window has no sound of rain? The quilt cannot withstand the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of leaks makes the autumn rain rush.
Even at night the pulse beat again, and the person seemed to be weeping in front of the lamp. The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen. Luxue'an scene couplet (Sister Feng:) The north wind was strong all night, (Li Wan:) The snow was still falling when I opened the door.
Human clay pities the pure white, (Xiang Ling:) Zadi pity Qiong Yao. Intentionally pity the withered grass, (Tan Chun:) Unintentionally decorate the reeds.
The price is high and the village is ripe. (Li Qi:) Nianfu Liangrao. The jia move the gray fly tube, (Li Wen:) the yang returns to the bucket and turns to the ladle.
The cold mountains have lost their emerald green, (Xiuyan:) The frozen pond does not smell the tide. It is easy to hang sparse branches of willows, but it is difficult to pile up banana leaves.
The tripod is smoked with musk coal, and the golden mink is held in the sleeves. The light captures the window mirror, (Daiyu:) the fragrance sticks to the pepper on the wall.
The slanting wind remains the same, (Baoyu:) Let’s chat in clear dreams. Where is the plum blossom flute? (Baochai:) Whose jasper flute is there?
Aochou Kun's axis collapsed, (Xiangyun:) the Dragon Fighting Formation was sold out. Ye'an returned to Gucha, (Baoqin:) chanted the whip and pointed at Baqiao.
Grant Qiu Lian to care for the garrison, (Xiangyun:) Add Xu Nian to conquer the corvee. When Aoyu examines the dangers of barbarians, (Baochai:) Zhike is afraid of being shaken.
Ai Ai takes advantage of the steps, (Daiyu:) She dances with her waist. Boiled taro becomes a new reward, (Baoyu:) Sprinkling salt is an old saying.
The reeds are still fishing, (Baoqin:) The ax in the forest does not smell the woodcutter. Thousands of peaks protrude like a crouching sky, (Xiang Yun:) a coiled snake is just a distance away.
The edge of the flower has been gathered by the cold, (Tanchun:) The color is not afraid of frost withering. The cold birds in the deep courtyard are frightened, (Xiuyan:) the old owl is crying in the empty mountain.
The steps go up and down, and the water in the pool floats. Shining brightly at dawn, (Daiyu:) the colorful people stay at night forever.
Sincerity forgets the coldness of three feet, (Xiang Yun:) Rui releases the nine layers of burnt. Who can ask me if I am lying down? (Baoqin:) Traveling like crazy invites tourists.
The secret of heaven is broken, and (Xiangyun:) the sea market is lost. (Daiyu:) Lonely facing the pavilion, (Xiangyun:) poor and pregnant with a ladle.
(Baoqin:) The water for making tea gradually boils, (Xiangyun:) It is difficult to burn the leaves for making wine. (Daiyu:) The mountain monk sweeps without a broom, (Baoqin:) The child picks the buried qin.
(Xiangyun:) The crane sleeps idle in the stone building, (Daiyu:) The cat is warmly kissed in the brocade kitchen. (Baoqin:) The moon cave turns over the silver waves, (Xiangyun:) Xiacheng hides the red mark.
(Daiyu:) The fragrant plum blossoms can be chewed, (Baochai:) Drenched with bamboos, they can be drunk. (Baoqin:) Or the wet mandarin duck belt, (Xiangyun:) When the jade becomes warped.
(Daiyu:) Even if there is no wind, it is still tender. (Baoqin:) It is still cool even if it does not rain. (Li Wan:) If you wish to be happy today, (Li Qi:) I wish Shun Yao with a poem.
Peach Blossom Walk The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain, and the morning makeup is lazy inside the peach blossom curtain. There are peach blossoms outside the curtain and people inside the curtain. People and peach blossoms are not far apart.
The east wind deliberately lifts the curtains, and the flowers want to peek at people without rolling up the curtains. The peach blossom curtain is still open, but the person inside the curtain is thinner than the peach blossom.
Flowers understand and pity people, and flowers also feel sad. The wind blows through the news behind the curtain. The wind blows through the Xiang curtain and the garden is filled with flowers. The spring scenery in front of the court is doubly sad.
The door of the moss courtyard is empty, and people rely on the railings in the setting sun. The man leaning on the railing weeps to the east wind, and the red skirt stands quietly beside the peach blossom.
The peach blossoms and leaves are in chaos, the flowers are blooming, and the new red leaves are green. Ten thousand trees are enveloped in mist and smoke, and the walls of the building are red and blurred.
The heavenly secret burns the mandarin duck brocade, and the spring is about to wake up and move the pillow. The maid's golden basin brings water in, and the shadow of the fragrant spring is dipped in rouge and cold.
How similar is the bright color of rouge, the color of flowers is the color of human tears. If you compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will grow and the flowers will flatter themselves.
When you look at flowers with tearful eyes, the tears dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers will fade away in spring. The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flowers fly to the languid people who are tired and easy to fall into the dusk.
With the sound of Du Yuchun passing away, the lonely curtain is pierced by the moon marks in the sky! Lin Daiyu: Tang Duoling's powder fell into the Baihua Island, and the fragrance lingered in the Swallow Tower. Group after group formed a blanket.
Wandering is like a person's life is thin, and the sky is lingering, saying that it is romantic. The grass and trees also know sorrow, and their youth turns gray.
Who gives up and who takes in this life? I don't care about the east wind and spring when I marry, I go with you and endure the flood to stay.
7. Poems about Lin Daiyu
Poems about Burial of Flowers When the flowers fade, the sky is filled with flowers, and the red fragrance disappears, who will pity her? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and has no place to release it; she hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, and endures stepping on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willow silk and elm pods are blooming, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms; peaches and plums will bloom again next year, who knows who will be in the boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows in the beams are too ruthless.
Although the hair will be pecked next year, it won’t be easy to leave the nest empty. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other; How long can the bright beauty last, it is hard to find it once it is wandering.
Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. The person who buries the flowers in front of the steps is sad; leaning against the flowers alone, tears are shed secretly, and traces of blood can be seen on the empty branches. The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; the green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
What happened to the strange slave? Half pity for spring and half anger for spring: Pity for spring comes and goes suddenly, and then goes without saying anything. There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the spirit of a flower or a bird? The soul of a flower is hard to retain, and the soul of a bird is hard to retain. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May I grow wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant hill? It is not like a brocade bag to collect the beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover the wind; the essence comes and goes clean, which is better than the filth sinking into the ditch. If you die now, you will be buried. I don’t know when you will be buried. People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year? Just look at the flowers that are left in the spring and gradually fall, that is when the beauties die; once the spring is gone, the beauties are old, and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it! Some people say "Without Lin Daiyu, there would be no "Dream of Red Mansions"". I think "Without "The Burial of Flowers", there would be no Lin Daiyu."
The author Cao Xueqin used "The Burial of Flowers" to create the artistic image of Daiyu who is sad and tearful, and to express her sentimental and sentimental character. Daiyu lamented her sad and helpless life and destiny through "The Burial of Flowers".
Daiyu itself is a tragedy. The opening chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions" mentions that she came here to shed tears. Although she is a rich young lady, her parents are dead and she has to live under someone else’s roof.
Although he lived a life of fine clothing and fine food, he could not satisfy his pursuit of spiritual life. The bustling life in the Grand View Garden could not give her fundamental emotional comfort, and even though Baoyu had a heart-to-heart relationship, she still had no confidence or confidence in the future, and felt confused and at a loss... "The Burial of Flowers" was sung by Lin Daiyu in the late spring when the flowers were withering. , using flowers as a metaphor for people, to express their full melancholy and indescribable grief and indignation.
(1) When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red flowers disappear and the fragrance disappears? The soft hairspring ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly stick to the embroidered curtains. ——Anxiety about death and feelings of disillusionment with life.
(2) Willow silk and elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms. ——Contains resentment against the harshness of the world and the warmth and coldness of human relationships.
(3) Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other. ——An indictment of the cruel reality that has persecuted her for a long time.
(4) I wish Nong would grow wings and follow the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is not like a brocade bag to collect the beautiful bones, but a cup of pure soil to cover the romantic flow.
It is better to be clean and come clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches. ——The arrogant character who is unwilling to be humiliated and tainted, and unwilling to bow his head when he fantasizes about freedom and happiness but cannot obtain it.
(5) The person who was buried with flowers today is laughing like crazy. Who will he be buried with next year? ——Anxiety about fate and death, and finally expressed the emotion of "the flowers have fallen and the people have died without knowing it". "The Burial of Flowers" uses rich and peculiar imagination, dim and desolate pictures, and strong and sad mood to show Daiyu's sentimental character, inner conflicts and pain, subtle and complex psychological activities, and express her life. The complex struggle with death, love and hate is an experience of anxiety about one's own existence and a feeling of confusion about life.
The flower is used as a metaphor for people, and the fate of flowers is closely linked to the fate of people. It effectively accuses the natural world that destroys flowers and the dark society that kills people. Evil forces. He writes flowers clearly and people realistically, integrating the characters' experiences, fate, thoughts, and emotions into the depiction of scenery and objects, creating an artistic conception with rich connotations, vivid images, and strong artistic appeal.
The whole poem is a true portrayal of Lin Daiyu’s life philosophy and life value. The original text of the poem: Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, autumn lights are bright and autumn nights are long.
I already feel that the autumn window will never end, how desolate it is to be helped by wind and rain! How soon will the autumn wind and rain come? The autumn window is broken and the autumn dream is green. I can't bear to fall asleep in my embrace of autumn, and I move my tears to the autumn screen.
The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the sorrow and sorrow move the separation. Whose autumn courtyard has no wind? Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain? The quilt cannot resist the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of leaks makes the autumn rain rush.
Even at night the pulse beat again, and the person seemed to be weeping in front of the lamp. The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen. Poetry translation: In autumn, the flowers and plants are withered, and the dim lights make the autumn nights seem longer.
I already feel that there are endless autumn colors outside the window, how can I bear the wind and rain in autumn, which makes autumn more desolate. The autumn wind and rain came so quickly, shattering the green in the dream.
Unable to sleep with the sadness of autumn, I moved the tearful candle towards the screen. The flickering candle flame lit the short-handled lampstand, stirring up the emotions of sadness and separation.
Whose courtyard is not invaded by the autumn wind, and there is no sound of rain outside the window in autumn? The silk quilt could not withstand the power of the autumn wind, and as the autumn night came to an end, the sound of rain began to fall more rapidly. The continuous autumn rain all night is like crying with someone who is about to leave.
The courtyard is even more desolate under the autumn rain and fog, and there are drops of water dripping from time to time on the sparse bamboo leaves in front of the window. I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, my tears have already wet the window screen.
Full text of the poem The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain, and the morning makeup is lazy inside the peach blossom curtain. There are peach blossoms outside the curtain and people inside the curtain. People and peach blossoms are not far apart.
The east wind deliberately lifts the curtains, and the flowers want to peek at people without rolling up the curtains. The peach blossom curtain is still open, but the person inside the curtain is thinner than the peach blossom.
Flowers feel pity for people and flowers are also sad, and the wind blows through the news behind the curtain. The wind blows through the curtains, and the garden is filled with flowers. The spring scenery in front of the court is doubly sad.
The door of the moss-covered courtyard is empty, and people rely on the railings in the setting sun. The man leaning on the railing weeps to the east wind, and the red skirt stands quietly beside the peach blossom.
The peach blossoms and leaves are in chaos, the flowers are blooming, and the new red leaves are green. Ten thousand trees are enveloped in mist and smoke, and the walls of the building are red and blurred.
The heavenly secret burns the mandarin duck brocade, and the spring is about to wake up and move the pillow. The maid's golden basin is filled with water, and the shadow of the fragrant spring is cold when dipped in rouge! How similar is the bright color of rouge, the color of flowers is the color of human tears.
If you compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will grow long and the flowers will flatter themselves. When you look at flowers with tearful eyes, the tears dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers will fade away in spring.
The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flying flowers make people tired and easy to fall into the dusk. With the sound of Du Yuchun's death, the lonely curtain is pierced by the moon marks in the sky! Annotation and translation: "The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain" This sentence is the inversion of "the peach blossom is soft outside the curtain."
Curtain: a device made of cloth, bamboo, reed, etc. to cover doors and windows. Dongfeng:.