White poem:
1. Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are rich in mandarin fish. Zhang's "Fisherman's Song, Egrets Fly in Front of the Cisse Mountain"
2, Bai Di Cai Yun resigned, a thousand miles in Jiangling. Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"
3, white horse decorated with gold, even galloping in the northwest. Cao Zhi's White Horse Sketch
4. White poetry is invincible and imaginative. Du Fu's Spring Memories of Li Bai
5. Baiyun Spring is on Tianping Mountain, and there is no water in the clouds. Bai Juyi's Bai Yunchun
6. Just like today's song banquet, Pulsatilla entered the juvenile court. Bai Juyi's Chongyang Banquet with White Chrysanthemum
7. If you want to pay for Bai Di, you must be clean, and you will faint if you don't talk. Cao Xueqin's "Xue Baochai's Bai Haitang Fu"
8. Who broke his arm? This year is too high. Gao Shi's "Sending Soldiers to Longyou" Bai Shaofu
9. In August, the wind is high and the clouds are light, and Hu Ying and Bai Jinmao. Li Bai's Two White Eagles
10, heavy sunset in the courtyard, full of green, full of flowers. Xia Yan's "Huanxisha Courtyard Heavy, Sunlight Oblique"
2. Poems with white lines
1, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river (Pipa of Tang Bai Juyi) 2, Modeng's youthful head (Jiang Hong, a man with a fee) 3, the birds returning home on the white sands of clear lake (Tang Du Fu's ascent) 4, Dare (Wei Cao's short song) 5, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. Tribulus terrestris lifts intoxicating eyes (stone "Huanxisha") 8. Huang Tong and Bai Zuoju (stone "Huanxisha") 9. Tribulus terrestris is intoxicating (stone "Huanxisha") 10. Who are Pan Lang and Bai Bi? Light red and faded white rouge (stone "Butterfly Lovers") 13, with their current headscarves, their hair is white, and they are still at the border (Tang Du Fu's "Military Vehicle Shop") 14, Baiwo (Tian Wen by Qu Yuan in pre-Qin Dynasty) 15, separated. Bai Shoutai (the chivalrous rider of Tang Li Bai) 18, Hao of An Neng (the fisherman of Qu Yuan) 19, Su Yi (Mrs. Xiang of Qu Yuan's Nine Songs) 20, the coming and going are often unintentional (the gathering of Huang Song and Tong Bai (Huanxisha by Tang Du Fu) 24. Hang a white stick and raise your eyes (Tang Du Fu's Huanxisha) 25. Looking up at the white clouds (Wen Song and Tian Xiang's Song Zhengqi) 26. Bai Niao was speechless (Song Xin Qi Ji. From □ A dog is called Qianbai (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Sky") 30, the spring breeze is not stained with white mustache (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Sky") 3 1, shame and jade-like flower compete for white (Song lost its name). Bai Niao can't fly (Song Xin Qiqi's "Water Tune") 37. Bai Niao to swim (Song Xin qi ji "water tune") 38. The spirit came to my day; Qingyun Baiyi Nishang ("Nine Songs Dong Jun" by Qu Yuan in the Pre-Qin Dynasty) 39. Zibeique Zhuxi Palace; Why is the soul in the water? Ride a white fish (Qu Yuan's Nine Songs of Hebo in Pre-Qin Dynasty) 40. Half dissolved in white (Modern Wang Guowei's butterfly lovers)/Baidu/Shiju/White.
3. Ancient poems in white characters
Pregnant with my brother on a moonlit night
-Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
He knows that the dew tonight will be frost and the night is my hometown.
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Send a friend away
-Li Bai
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain. I like singing for the majestic Lushan Mountain, which thrives because of its scenery. -Li Bai's Song of Lu Shan's Suggestion and Lu Xuzhou.
Meet sb. leave
-Wang Wei
Please have a drink with your horse and ask your friend where you are going.
You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.
Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
An old battle song
Richie
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.
The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.
Camp in Wan Li without battlements until the thick sky joins the vast desert in the snow.
The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.
It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.
The bones of death are buried in the wilderness every year, and only grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han people.
Qiupu song
-Li Bai
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Yellow Crane Tower
Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Li Bai in spring
-Du Fu
Li Bai's poems are unparalleled, and his superb creativity is far beyond ordinary people.
Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works.
Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss.
When is the toast, weight and details?
4. Complete Poems of Bai Juyi
1, bid farewell to Fude Guyuan grass, and the boundless grass overflows the plain and comes and goes with each season.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. 2. "A suggestion for my friend Liu" There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a pinch of red in the static stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? 3, "Harem Ci" tears wet silk scarf dream, the harem sings the first half of the night. Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
4, "Mujiang Yin" is the setting sun in the water, half river rustling, half river red. The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.
5, "Qiantang Lake Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud? Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. 6, "Pipa" The first night of the river in Fujian, maple leaves rush, autumn wind rustling.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears! Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet! 7, "Song of Eternal Sorrow" An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but never found it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ! Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever! 8. "Selling Charcoal Weng" sells Charcoal Weng, and the salary is reduced to burn charcoal in Nanshan.
5. Poems about Snow White
Poems about Snow White:
1, smoke makes snow-capped mountains and drums move rivers. -Du Fu's "Year after year"
2, the building boat snows in Guazhou at night, and the iron horse is in the autumn wind. -Lu You's "Five Disgruntled Books, Part One"
3, sigh away, the night snow accumulates first. -Jiang Kui's Dim Fragrance and Thin Shadow
I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. -Li Bai's "It's hard to go to me"
It snowed in the first month in Shuofang, and Khan rode to Jingxi. -Shen Yue's "Zhao Jun Ci"
6, heavy snow and north wind remind that every family is poor and every household is white. -"Xue Zhu"
7. In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often drunk. Qingpingle Niannian Li Xue Qing Zhao (Song)
8. The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li. Mao Zedong's Qin Yuan Chun Xue (Modern)
6. Ancient poetry is full of white hair
Gray/white hair
Poet: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
When the white hair knows the season, the darkness is with me.
Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems.
My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you
I don't know what's wrong with my cloud.
Ordinary people are 30 years old, strong outside and weak inside.
But thinking about sleeping and eating is reduced by 20 hours.
Besides, I'm forty years old and I'm in poor shape.
The bookworm lost his eyes and the wine made him sick.
Honey, the sky is falling and the survivors are still walking.
For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late.
From the world to the old age, three diseases appeared one after another.
There is no cure in this world except the idea of lifelessness.
7. Poems with white flowers dancing.
The poem of white flowers flying: the word "white" is located in the first word of the ancient poem sentence 1 The Millennium is frost.
-The Book of Songs 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. ——