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1. Poems describing the reed flowers 1, Nanchi Nightmare and Later-the same year as Xu Hun in Tang Dynasty.

Reed is pruned at dusk, and birds in the stream go fishing.

The dew is cool, the flowers are gathering in the evening, and the wind is quiet and bamboo contains autumn.

The slender figure of reeds stood in the dusk, and the poultry in the stream got on the fishing boat one after another. In the evening, the dew is cool and the flowers converge their petals. The wind is still, and bamboo smells of autumn.

2. Don't Geng Jia Dao

Autumn in Chuanyuan Garden is very quiet, and reeds sing in the evening breeze.

In autumn, the mountains and grasslands look quiet, and reeds sing happily in the evening breeze.

3. Niu Zhu at night-Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty

Reed rises in the evening wind, and Qiu Jiang scales.

In the autumn evening, reeds growing by the river fluttered with the wind, and the river rippled layer by layer.

4. "Eight ships entered Kuangshan in late autumn"-Guanxiu in Tang Dynasty

Deep in the reed flowers, the fishing songs are long.

Although the heart recalls the past, the sails are like floating Hunan.

From the depths of the reed flowers on the river came the melodious fishing songs of fishermen. Although people are still thinking about the land of wuyue, the sails have set sail on the Xiangjiang River without nostalgia.

5. Wang Mian, a twin city of Chu and Han in Yuan Dynasty.

Is there emotion, so that nothing is miserable?

Wandering in the southeast, reeds are rustling wild.

Is it true that only those who are determined to make achievements will be sad, and even those who have no intention of becoming famous will be sad and miserable? I hesitated, my heart had ups and downs, and I couldn't help but miss my hometown in the southeast. I only see rustling reeds and the Yellow River.

2. What 1 poems describe "Luhua"? Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous.

The Millennium is frost.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: large areas of reeds are green and gray, and the morning dew is frosted.

2,' Jiaxu' Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

What if the autumn wind blows if you don't defend yourself?

Spend Albert Venn Dicey for a while, but a few leaves sink.

The weak spring breeze came early, and the long night was full of dew.

Shake it down after the rivers and lakes, and you are afraid to waste your time.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: What should I do if I can't save myself in the face of destruction and am blown by the autumn wind? It only blooms in a very short time, and soon the leaves will sink into the water. When the body is weak, the spring breeze blows too early, and when it grows into a dense cluster, there will be more cold dew at night. Even if flowers and leaves rot and shake off, I still worry about wasting time.

3,' Indulge in the east wind, green mountains' Yuan Dynasty: Zhao.

The orange pomelo in Ao Shuang is green, the drizzle is refreshing, and the river is faintly separated by rough waves.

It is found that Xiaoxiang has boundless autumn, and it is a few Ye Er who spread yellow and defeated willow.

Interpretation of Vernacular Chinese: The orange pomelo in Ao Shuang is lush, and the reeds baptized by rain are particularly handsome. Across the turbulent river, you can vaguely see the Jianglou in the distance. It was the withered defeated Liu Yeer that fluttered around and touched the boundless autumn in Xiaoxiang.

4. Nanchi Nighttalk in Tang Dynasty and Xu Hun in the same year.

Reed is pruned at dusk, and birds in the stream go fishing.

The dew is cool, the flowers are gathering in the evening, and the wind is quiet and bamboo contains autumn.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the slender figure of reed stands in the twilight, and the poultry in the stream board the fishing boat. In the evening, the dew is cool and the flowers converge their petals. The wind is still, and bamboo smells of autumn.

5,' Lu Hua' Tang Dynasty: Yong Yu.

Sandwiched between the shore and the beach, the branches shook the waves.

The moon is like mud and snow, and there is no place to recognize fishermen.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Reed flowers grow near the water bank, and each branch flies like a rolling wave. The reed flowers at night are as white as snow in the moonlight, and there are no fishermen's fishing boats coming and going on the misty river.

3. Poems praising the reed flowers The following is a poem describing the reed flowers that I compiled. Welcome to reading.

First, "Jiangcun Night Watch"

Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu

The sunshine on the river head is flat, and the tide recedes and the fishing boat pavilion is inclined. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.

Translation:

The sunset on the river covered the beach by the river. The tide receded and the fishing boat leaned against the shore. A pair of white waterfowl stopped by the river.

By the water. Smelling someone coming, I flew into the reeds warily.

Second, "Jiangcun is a matter."

Tang Dynasty: Si Kongshu

Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly. Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.

Translation:

After returning from fishing, I was too lazy to tie the cable and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this point, the waning moon has sunk in the west, just sleeping peacefully. that is

When the wind blows at night, the ship is blown away by the wind. The worst is not limited to the shore and shallow water of Luhuatan.

Third, Tang Duoling Lu Ye Man Zhou Ting.

Song Dynasty: Liu Guo

Huang Ji Anyuan Xiao Louji, whose real name is Ji Huang, interceded with Taoist Longzhou and gave this Tang Duoling. With Liu Fuzhi and Liu.

Go to Africa, Zhan, Zhou Jiazhong, Chen and Meng Rong. So is August 5th.

Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow. Twenty years have passed, South Tower. Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. Yellow crane broken rocky

Boss, is your old friend here? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.

Translation:

The dead leaves of reeds fall all over the sandbars, and shallow cold water flows quietly on the beach. Twenty years have passed, and now

I boarded the old south building again. I hurried back to my hometown before the boat under the willow tree was tied. Because it won't be long.

Sunday is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Have old friends been to the dilapidated Yellow Crane Head? My eyes are full of desolate old mountains and old waters, all of which have been added.

Endless new troubles. I want to buy osmanthus and go boating on the water with wine. But not as much as when I was a teenager.

A little heroic.

Fourth, "Two night scenes along the Hui Chong River"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

The geese fly north, like people who want to return to the north, but because of attachment, poor team. Before flying to the north, I knew that it was snowy in the desert in the north, or the south that spent most of the Spring Festival in the south.

Translation:

Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The floodplain is full.

It's Artemisia selengensis, asparagus has begun to sprout, and puffer fish is about to swim from the sea to the river.

Wild geese fly north, just like people who want to go back to their hometown in the north, but they almost fall behind because of their attachment. Haven't flown north yet.

I already know that the desert in the north is snowy, so I'd better go to Jiangnan for another half month in spring.

4. Poems describing reed flowers: Jiangcun is an event.

Sikongshu

Come back from fishing without tying a boat, Jiangcun sleeps at sunset.

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow waters of Lu Hua.

Jiang Cun wan tiao

Dai Fugu

The sunshine on the river head is flat, and the tide recedes and the fishing boat pavilion is inclined.

Bai Niao stood by the water and saw people jumping into the reeds.

Qingxi guest song

Wang chongliang

The wild king beat Huai Jie with his hand and tied a continuous knot outside the door when he came back. He smiled with purple beard and autumn, with Ke Tingyue in his sleeve.

Yin Shan's master carried Sesshū Tōyō, raised the tent and tied the cable to Qingxi's head. I don't know anything about ear fever in my life. If I want to hold hands and stay in the clouds.

In the west wind, reeds don't move, seagulls fly, horseshoes still enter the green hills, and willow tips are like blisters on the moon.

5. What are the poems that praise Lu Hua? 1. "Watching the Night in Jiangcun" Song: The sun shines on the river head of Dai Fugu, and the fishing boat pavilion is inclined at low tide.

Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers. The sunset on the river bank covered the beach on the river bank.

The tide receded and the fishing boat leaned against the shore. A pair of white waterfowl stopped by the river.

Smelling someone coming, I flew into the reeds warily. Second, in the Tang Dynasty, "Jiangcun is a thing", Sikong Shu returned from fishing without tying a boat, and Jiangcun slept at sunset.

Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach. After returning from fishing, I was too lazy to tie the cable and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this point, the waning moon has sunk in the west, just sleeping peacefully.

Even if it is windy at night and the ship is blown away by the wind, it will only stop at the bank of Luhuatan and in shallow water. Third, "Tang Duoling Lu Yeman Zhou Ting" Song Dynasty: Yuan Ji, surnamed Song Ban, asked the Longzhou Taoist for words to give this "Tang Duoling".

With Liu Fuzhi, Liu Qufei, Zhan, Zhou Jiazhong, Chen, Meng Rong. So is August 5th.

Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow. Twenty years have passed, South Tower.

Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. The yellow crane broke the rock head, so the old friend was there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles.

I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it. The dead leaves of reeds fall all over the sandbars, and shallow cold water flows quietly on the beach.

Twenty years have passed in a flash, and now I'm back in the old South Building. I hurried back to my hometown before the boat under the willow tree was tied.

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is in a few days. Have old friends been to the dilapidated Yellow Crane Head? The desolate old mountains and rivers have added endless new worries.

I want to buy osmanthus and go boating on the water with wine. But not as heroic as a teenager.

Fourth, "Two Late Scenes along the Spring River in Hui Chong" Song Dynasty: Su Shi was a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and he was a duck prophet on the Spring River. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

The geese fly north, like people who want to return to the north, but because of attachment, poor team. Before flying to the north, I knew that it was snowy in the desert in the north, or the south that spent most of the Spring Festival in the south.

Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The beach has been covered with Artemisia selengensis, asparagus has begun to sprout, and puffer fish is about to swim back into the river from the sea.

Wild geese fly north, just like people who want to go back to their hometown in the north, but they almost fall behind because of their attachment. Before flying to the north, I knew that the desert in the north was snowy, so I'd better spend half a month in the spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

Five, "Pipa Travel" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi I send guests off, night on Xunyang River, 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 direction of the melody and 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. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. 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. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, 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. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife 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 and the autumn night in the moonlight. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, 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 official. My blue sleeves are wet. On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling.

My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night.

Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.

We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp. It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.

Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano.

Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao".

The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate.

Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped.

Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, the silver bottle seems to have broken through the water slurry four.

6. Praise Luhua Poetry: Reed Poetry: [Tang] Gao Shi wants to be a river and lake, planting reeds casually.

The breeze comes from time to time, and the bamboo is thriving. Tender feelings like thin sunshine and thick raindrops.

The frog jumped too fast, and the fighting finches curled up as if nothing had happened. I didn't fence it to protect it, so I used bamboo to hold it up.

Make the smoke weak and willow, dip it in water and wash it. Love is partial, and the piano bottle is not unique.

Thinking about flowers and fishing, blowing leaves and less Qiang chicks. Cool dusk, autumn sounds far away.

Lang Yin should be interesting, more than ten plants are lush, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people, the water side, follow it back, the road is long.

Swim back from it, in the middle of the water It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

7. Poem 1 describes reeds, and talks at night in Nanchi in the same year as Hou.

Author: Xu Hun in Tang Dynasty

Reed is pruned at dusk, and birds in the stream go fishing.

The dew is cool, the flowers are gathering in the evening, and the wind is quiet and bamboo contains autumn.

The slender figure of reeds stood in the dusk, and the poultry in the stream got on the fishing boat one after another. In the evening, the dew is cool and the flowers converge their petals. The wind is still, and bamboo smells of autumn.

2. "Send Geng Chu Shi"

Author: Jia Dao in Tang Dynasty

Autumn in Chuanyuan Garden is very quiet, and reeds sing in the evening breeze.

In autumn, the mountains and grasslands look quiet, and reeds sing happily in the evening breeze.

3. "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"

Author: Su Shi in Song Dynasty

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The beach has been covered with Artemisia selengensis, asparagus has begun to sprout, and puffer fish is about to swim back into the river from the sea.

4. Eight Ships Entering Kuangshan in Late Autumn

Author: Guan Xiu in Tang Dynasty

Deep in the reed flowers, the fishing songs are long.

Although the heart recalls the past, the sails are like floating Hunan.

From the depths of the reed flowers on the river came the melodious fishing songs of fishermen. Although people are still thinking about the land of wuyue, the sails have set sail on the Xiangjiang River without nostalgia.

5. Walking among the reeds

Author: Song Author: Peng

The reed rustles in the evening wind, and the captain is painted in the rain.

Living is boring, but it's good to have an old fishing tube by the stream.

A misty evening breeze blew from the reed forest, and the boat was picturesque in the rain reed forest. I'm tired of the Jianghu things in my life and I'm fishing leisurely by the river.

6. "Send the German teacher from East Zhejiang to the West in the Imperial Palace"

Author: Zhang Ben in Tang Dynasty

The willows are gradually thinning the reeds, and I will send you home on a poor day.

Interpretation: The willow leaves are gradually falling, and the reeds are white. I'll send you back at sunset in the evening.

8. Seek the most classic sentence about Lu Hua in ancient poetry [Lu Hua].

Author: Ye Luo

If you practice like frost, the west wind will cross the river. I didn't see enough fish,

Wang Sunchou, who was temporarily berthed, was also born. It is good to install moonlight beside the brothel, but it is useless to dance with the red leaves and autumn sounds.

It's best for flocks of herons to catch fiber scales and walk beside them in the sunset.

Reed flower

Author: Yong

Sandwiched between the shore and the beach, the branches shook the waves. The moon is like mud and snow, and there is no place to recognize fishermen.

Reed flowers are thousands of miles away, frosty and discolored, and coming to Korea is a mountain barrier.

In the evening, the wind is cold and the reeds are bald. When I came to Hongye Temple in the old days, I thought of Yujingqiu.

Cao Di Lu Hua Wan Li Qiu

Old trees are noisy in western Western jackdaw, and maple leaves and reeds are everywhere. The light during the day should be veiled at noon, and the bead curtain of the painting pavilion is oblique.

Maple leaf reeds are really desolate.

Frosty and cold, Tingting. The reed flowers on the shore are made of snow.

Bai Pingman came back late, and there was frost in autumn on the bank of Luhua.

Just like running water, you can see a fishing boat in the air.

On a cold night, the wind will release Bai Ou.

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Is it enough? Not enough to find again ~