Poems about Huang Yun

1. The poem describes Huang Yun standing in front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, and the ground was full of locust flowers and cicadas.

Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. Spring village Tang Bai Juyi February village garden warm, mulberry Dai Shengfei.

Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far from the wind, and chickens and dolphins are too rare.

At dusk, on the forest road, drums and flutes play for the gods. Looking back at Baijuyi River, Tang Dynasty and Jiangzhou, I saw Hua Shuang's watch, and I knew it was Xunyang Xiguanmen.

Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk. Wei Zihua Tang Bai Juyi's four views on paper quietness, bell and drum tower engraved with long gaps.

Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang. Last month, the evening tide of Baorong in Tang Dynasty set in Nansha Ming, and the moonlight in autumn covered with sand and snow.

Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, returning, and carrying a lonely city on crutches.

Rivers converge, the mainland emerges, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is crisp. Cang Ming's service failed, and Zhu Bi lost his life.

Appreciate this yellow bird and throw it at Lin Yu. In the Tang Dynasty, it was dusk in the north of Du Fu Chu Palace, and raindrops were printed in the west of Baidicheng.

Back to the river, over the cliff, back to the clouds and trees, lost the mountain village. Lung disease in old age is just to sit back and relax, and close the door early when you are worried.

Don't stay in the chaos for a long time, the south has no soul. There are many song and dance performances in Tang Yan Tumu Painting Gallery, but people who go to the club don't watch them.

The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. The crow Tang Du Mu disturbed and rummaged, and the cold smoke rose at dusk.

Mao deceives the queen's hair, and her voice feels Chu Ji's string. Under the wind, the frost forest fell asleep with its wings.

Just like traveling to the west, it can't be white. There are still many remnants of snow in the Han nest of the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless.

At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and the Qingming rain is too thin and red. The grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is urgent.

On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song water flowed eastward. Wuqiqu Tang Baima chased Zhu Che, and entered the narrow slope at dusk.

Narrow willows fight for the night, but branches don't fly to the house. The young woman in the East Room joined the army. Every time she heard a crow, she knew it was dark.

Li Shangyin, in the Tang Dynasty of Leyou Mausoleum, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in Leyou Mausoleum. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

The residual red in the fallen flowers of Tang and Li provoked the poetic demon, which had nothing to do with homesickness. At dawn, the golden valley is windy.

Rotating around the running water, pieces of light stick to the short sand. Who knows that the door is locked, and it is drizzling at dusk.

Wei Zhuang's autumn wine in the Tang Dynasty is easy to wake up, as long as sorrow. At dusk, leaning against the bar does not return, and the sound of green wind and rain breaks my heart.

Jiang Ting looked at Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds and leaving the village in the smoke. Birds return to the sand with traces, while sails cross the waves without traces.

Looking at the water to know the softness, looking at the mountain to break the soul. Indulge in it, and the horse will return at dusk.

Autumn looks long, tangliu is short and sand is long, and the rain is slightly smoky. In front of the mountain in western Western jackdaw, Du Qu was alone at dusk.

Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.

Autumn, pottery, Gu Huai, thin smoke, sad night cries, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

General Lonely Tang, the valley is the stronghold, and the weather is dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, tears and wine marks on my clothes.

Mountain garden, small beautiful pine forest, countless fragrant buildings shaking to the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.

Autumn night, pine and bamboo Shu Zhen slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to break their souls in the secluded boudoir. The letterhead was opened and changed, but the glass was raised again.

Snuff is heartbreaking and the sleeves are long and tearful. Regret is more than romantic feelings. It should be noted that love is the root of trouble.

Huanxi Shashong, Li Qingzhao indifferent to spring cold food, jade stove hookah, dream back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

The voice is slow, Song Qingzhao is looking for it, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.

This time, what a sad sentence! Drunk flowers, Song Yin, Li Qingzhao, mist, thick clouds and sorrow forever, refreshing the mind and eliminating the golden beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die.

West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang Gui Song Su Shi Xiang Piao dusk.

The tree in front of the hall is spring. Why does the east wind enter the west neighbor?

Children often close the door. Snow is cold, jade is true.

The cheek powder is uneven. Fold flowers and send them to Lingtou people.

Sunset in Jiangnan. Yu Meiren Song Sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin.

After that, it was even more divided. The days are long, and the curtains look at dusk.

Evening, turn to ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is bitter.

How can you have the heart to throw away slaves? I took the trouble to climb the mountain.

I'm afraid it's easier to be a stranger than a stranger.

2. Poems about geese The poems about "geese" are:

1. Lone geese don't drink or peck, but fly and don't sing. -Du Fu's Lonely Goose

2. On the autumn night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the geese coming. -Wei's Yan Wen

3. Flying in the south, the storm group is fascinated. -Zhu Dunru's "Buji Lv Yan Flying South"

4. Wan Li people go south, and geese fly north in spring. -Wei Chengqing's poem "Singing geese in the South".

5. The geese stick to the cold clouds and hesitate to complain about the south. -Na Lanxingde's Yu Zhonghao, Yan Tiehan Cloud flies for the second time.

6. People go to the West Building to run wild. Say goodbye to your dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. -Wu Wenying's "Night Tour Palace, People Go to the West Building"

1, Du Fu's Lone Goose

7. The original poem is as follows:

A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion.

The geese disappear in the sea of clouds, who will pity the geese in the sky?

Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion.

Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.

Translation:

A lonely goose doesn't want to drink water or eat. It just flies low, moans and misses its companions.

The geese disappeared in the sea of clouds. Who will pity the lonely geese in the sky?

Looking around the world, it seems to see the figure of a companion; Mourning shook the valley, as if hearing the voice of a companion.

The wild crow doesn't understand the lonely goose's mood, but only cares about his own noise.

2. Wei's Yan Wen

9. The original poem is as follows:

Where is my hometown? It is leisurely to think about it.

Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

10. Translation:

Where is my hometown far from Yunshan? I have a long memory and my heart is full of feelings.

In the long night of autumn rain in Huainan, the high house sits alone listening to the sound of geese.

3. Zhu Dunru's "Buji Luyan Flying South"

1 1. The original poem is as follows:

The geese fly south and are separated from the geese in the wind and rain. Hungry and thirsty geese, whose wings are unable to droop, have to stay on cold rivers and islands.

Sand and egrets are hard to get close to, for fear of being shot by bows and arrows. I can't find a home in the vast sea of clouds. Who will listen to the swan's song?

12. Translation:

The traveling geese flew south and were separated from them in the wind and rain. Hungry and hardworking geese drooped their heads feebly and had to stay alone in the cold river and the small continent.

Storks and egrets are difficult to get close to, and they are always worried about being shot by bows and arrows. I can't find my home in the sea of clouds. Who will listen to Hongyan's crying?

4. Wei Chengqing sings wild goose poems in the south of China.

The original poem is as follows:

Wan Li people go south, and geese fly north in spring.

I don't know when, but I must go with you.

Translation:

I was exiled to the barren south thousands of miles away, and I saw the geese flying north in March on the way. I don't know when I can go back to the north with you.

5. Nalan Xingde's "Yu Zhonghao, Yan Tie Han Yun's Second Flying"

The original poem is as follows:

The geese stick to the cold clouds and hesitate to complain about the south. Who can lean on the horse to cross the mountain road and meet the west wind?

People are embarrassed and think of Yiyi, where there are no trees and crows. By sweeping the window and the moon, I will take a farewell photo tonight.

Translation:

The autumn wind blows hard, and the geese can't wait to fly south in a hurry, lest they fall behind. However, it is difficult for me to return to China. I still ride a thin horse. Year after year, I wandered on the ancient road, letting the west wind blow head on.

There is no trace of leaving people, and the beauty is sad and sad, and she is no longer in the mood to find flowers and grass. She stayed in the boudoir all day and let the moon set and cry. Bored, I brushed the moonlight in front of the window, remembering that it also fell on the people who left.

6. Wu Wenying's "Night Tour Palace, People Go to the West Building"

13. The original poem is as follows:

People go to the west building to run wild. Say goodbye to your dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. Clouds are thin and stars are thin. Listening and understanding, building a river bridge, unfinished business.

The rain outside sounds early. Fine weaving, frost silk. Said the little girl didn't know. To Chang 'an, to Qiudeng, several people are old.

14. Translation:

After people left, the West Building became empty, and Hongyan had already flown far away without a trace. Talking about parting with an old friend can only be in that illusory dream. You and I stood on the river bridge, talking about our lovesickness and affection after parting. Before I finished, I was awakened by the singing of birds outside the window. I see the clouds and stars are sparse outside, the genius has just broken dawn, and Chushan is in a fog.

The autumn rain is falling, mixed with the cry of crickets, as if the shuttle of the loom is walking back and forth, weaving my little white hair. I'm afraid even if I tell the Iraqis about this tragic and difficult situation, I can't understand my feelings now. Looking at the capital, one person is alone in the autumn lantern. How can I not worry about everything? How can I not let my white hair increase a few stems?

3. The poem describing Bai Yue is 1. At dusk, the pond rises with the dragon, and in autumn, the river squeezes geese. -Don Li Shangyin's "Reading Clouds"

2. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"

3, good rain without rain, wind without wind, only relying on heaven as a dangerous rock. -Tang Qiji

4, a sense of Yin Qi, illness, such as play it by ear. -Don Liu Yuxi's View of the Cloud

5, Lingshan store cloud, full of early morning. -Tang Lu Chang.

6. Cai Yun was shocked at the end of the year and was entangled in the lonely mountain. -scattered into five colors, condensed into a sadness. -Tang Liyong's "Reading Clouds"

7, stand up and increase your meaning, see the lonely cloud in the peak. -Tang Cui He's "There are Clouds in the East Peak Pavilion Ridge"

The sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, and it is gloomy and Wan Li congeals. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

4. On the day when the Bodhisattva answered Huang Yun's ancient poems, he drank the autumn colors of the Great Wall and stared at it.

He wrote that the purple plug is three thousand miles, and the female wall crow is the west of Wu. This sentence, the momentum of the whole word was provoked, the lines stood upright, the wings were in vain, and the situation was vertical and horizontal.

Huang Yun, clouds in traffic jam.

In the desert area outside the Great Wall, yellow sand flies all the year round, and the sky seems to be blown into light yellow. The ancients said that the cloud was too yellow. In the Southern Dynasties, there was a saying in Jian Wendi The Journey to the West, "Take a shower to wash the soldiers and send them out to Huang Yun", Du Fu had a saying, "Huang Yunhe is afraid of fans when he returns", Li Baiyou wrote Purple Horse, and he also wrote "Snow White closes the Quyuan, and Huang Shoufan".

Zisai, according to Cui Bao's Notes on Ancient and Modern Times: "Qin built the Great Wall, which is purple in color, so it is called Zisai Yan." A female wall is a low wall with concave and convex shapes on the wall.

5. The poem "Jiang Xue" about snow in junior middle school Chinese "Liu Tang Zongyuan" has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in thousands of miles.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. "Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? "Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet stopped writing a commentary.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. "Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Song Fan Chengda let the boat idle to see the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind set cold and frozen late.

Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice. "Winter" means that the clouds in Kang Hai are freezing, but the snow hasn't fallen yet.

Running water, small bridges, mountain temples, bamboo fences, thatched cottages. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian, secretary of Wu Guitang and Cen Can, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.