Ancient poems describing the joy of boudoir

1. Ancient poems and songs describing music

An ancient poem about describing music 1. A poem about Yueming Lake

The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

"There is no smoke without fire, and jathyapple will not enter the customs" (Du Fu's Qinzhou Miscellaneous Poems, Volume 7).

On the third night in September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlit sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade at the sun (Jinse by Li Shangyin).

The breeze blows me, and the moon shines on me (Wang Wei answers Zhang's agreement).

"The bright moon does not return to the blue sea, and the white clouds are full of sorrow" (Li Bai's "Crying for Chaoqingheng").

The bright moon comes and goes, and no one leans on the jade.

The stars descend from the clearing, and the bright moon flows downstream (Du Fu's One Night in a Foreign Country).

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! (Meng Haoran's "Jiande River Sleeping at Night").

"Between the thin clouds and the rocks, the solitary moon waves turn over" (Du Fu's Song of the Su River).

"There are two satellites, Mars and Guazhou, at the ebb of the tide that night" (Zhang Hu's "Nanjing Ferry")

2. Poetry describing music

Xin Qiji Qingpingle Village Residence

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Move to Tao Yuanming

There are many beautiful days in spring and autumn, and new poems are written on the mountain.

It's better to call each other after crossing the door, so there's wine to consider.

Farming goes back to hometown, and leisure needs acacia.

Acacia put on her clothes and laughed endlessly.

This truth is invincible, and inaction will come to this place at once.

Food and clothing should be well-behaved, and efforts should not be bullied.

Hakka du fu

The north and south of the thatched cottage are all springs, and the flock of gulls flew in.

The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.

Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine.

Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? .

3. Describe beautiful ancient poems and sentences

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

Take a small moon in the sky alone to try Er Quan, the best in the world.

Children are neighbors in the snow in winter, and fools on the shore are precious.

Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.

Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is cute.

A power station will be built in Fentouling, and lights will be installed in every household.

Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Every winter, from the post office in Handan to Sunday, I bring my knee lamp.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.

Red flag canal water enters the field, and the seedlings grow green and colorful.

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

4. Describe a kind poem

A traveler's song

(Tang) Meng Jiao

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed very carefully and mended it thoroughly. I'm afraid I'll be late.

But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!

To annotate ...

(1) chanting: chanting.

Wanderer: A person who travels far. This poem refers to Meng Jiao.

(3) Pro: Yes.

(4) fear: worry.

5] Return: Come back, go home.

[6] Say: Say

Once an inch of grass; Hemerocallis fulva Compared with western carnations, HEMEROCALLIS HEMEROCALLIS is the traditional mother flower in China.

Inch grass heart: express children's filial piety with day lilies (flowers).

(8) Sanchunhui: refers to the kindness of loving mothers. Sanchun: Three months of spring. It used to be called Meng Chun in the first month of the lunar calendar, mid-spring in February and Ji Chun in March; Hui, sunshine; Describing maternal love is that the warm sunshine shines on us in spring.

Translation of works

A kind mother holds a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going to travel far away. When she left, she was busy sewing clothes for her son's adventure, but she was worried that the child would never come back here. Who can say that a little filial piety like Hemerocallis can repay the kindness of a kind mother like Chunhui?

Poetry appreciation

Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of a loving mother sewing clothes at this time. And table 32313133532363134313032313635335e59e7ad9431333. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the relationship between mother and child is written. Then write two sentences to describe people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the mother's needle and thread was so thin that she was afraid that her son would be late, so she had to sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to be safe soon. The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple, natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here. However, a piece of pure love that overflowed from this ordinary and common scene touched the heartstrings of every reader, made people cry, and evoked cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.

The last two sentences, according to the intuition of the people involved, dig out the deep meaning of the first layer: "But how much love that inch of grass has won, and it is three times spring." "Who said that" is somewhat similar to "Who knows" and "Who wants to". In fact, it's better to do Who said that according to poetry. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences and the contrast of popular images.

This is an ode to maternal love. In the case of frustrated official career, poets feel the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and the heart is worried" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not painted and carved, it is fresh and smooth, simple and unpretentious, showing its rich and mellow taste. At the end of this poem, puns are used. Simple and plain language, full of rich and mellow poetry, has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing. This poem was written in Liyang. In the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, but the bus is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing about my arms") and "No matter how many tears you have been crying, you always dye your hands and sew clothes" (Peng Gui's "My brother came to the capital for the first time").

5. Poems describing happiness

Sanqu Road in the Mid-Song Dynasty 1: Once upon a time, plum blossoms were fragrant and the streams were full of mountains.

The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came. When plums are yellow, it is sunny and sunny every day. Take a boat along the stream, reach the end of the stream, and then take the mountain road to continue.

The lush trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and several chirps of orioles came from the depths of the dense forest, which added more fun than when they came. 2. After graduation, Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao used to be filthy and boastful, but now his thoughts are dissolute and endless.

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. The difficulties in life and the embarrassment in thought in the past are no longer worth mentioning. Now in to beno. 1, that gloom has gone like the wind, and my heart is really inexhaustible. I really want to embrace this nature.

Riding on Chang 'an Road, which is full of spring flowers, today's hooves are particularly light, and I have already seen the flowers in Chang 'an unconsciously. 3. Hakka in Tang Dynasty: Du Fu, I am in the north, I am in the south, spring water is flooding, and I have only seen gulls day after day.

The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today. Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine.

If you are willing to invite the old man next door to drink with you, he will drink his cup through the fence! There are spring waters in the north and south of the thatched cottage, only to see flocks of seagulls flying in groups day after day.

I didn't sweep the flowers for the guests, but I did it for you today. This Chai Men has never been opened to guests, so I will open it to you today. It's too far from the city, there are no good dishes on the plate, and the home is too thin for the old wine to serve.

If you are willing to invite the old man next door for a drink, call through the fence and drink the rest! 4. Wenzhou newspaper has restored Xijing Song: General Lu You with white hair is also strong, and Xijing wrote a book last night. Hu Er dares to make a thousand-year plan. God would rather know that he will come back one day.

It lies in the deep rain and dew, and ZTE forgives the wind and thunder. It is known that cold food is used as a mausoleum, and pear blossoms are everywhere.

The white-haired general Hu Lao is still ambitious. The good news of recovering Xijing came last night. Hu thief said that dreams will always occupy the Central Plains, but I am afraid that the sky is orange, and I am the Great Song Dynasty.

The fierce victory over Renze is as deep as rain and dew, and the Amnesty decree is as fast as thunder. It is expected that cold food will sweep the grave in the Ming Dynasty.

Pear blossoms are everywhere in the spring breeze. 5. When I first saw Songshan Song: Zhang Lei was trapped in pommel horse for many years, and I was pregnant with green hills.

At dusk, the north wind blew away the rain, several peaks thinned and clouds came out. For many years, the pommel horse was tired, trapped in the dust, the world was dirty, and my breath was a little blocked.

Fortunately, there are green hills, steady and tall, towering into the clouds, and full of green, facing the breeze and drizzle, sends away the sunset glow and bright moon. The open-mindedness of Qingshan gives me a galloping mind.

It was getting late, and the north wind was rustling, blowing away a cloud and rain. At this time, the sky was clear and blue, and several peaks emerged from behind the clouds. It turns out that they are so thin and straight, without a trace of dust.

6. Ancient poems describing music

1, worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"

2. Birds know the joy of mountains, but they don't know the joy of people; People know the fun of swimming from Taishou, but they don't know the fun of Taishou. -Ouyang Xiu's Drunk Pavilion

3. Where can I find the pleasure of reading? Count the clubs. -Yuan Wengsen's Four Seasons Reading Music

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"

5. Alas, the moon can't drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.

6. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, have a big drink! . -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"

7. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

7. What poems describe happiness?

In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now it is endless;

The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang' an flowers will see you one day;

The most important thing is the benefits of a spring, which is definitely better than a willow.

I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.

The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.

I want to get wet, I want to rain apricot flowers and blow cold willows.

If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining.

Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere.

Clothing is not enough, but it is not against your wishes.

My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .

The water attracts the eyes, and the mountains gather the eyebrows.

The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

Full of shade, shining in the green waves.

Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying. The canoe has crossed the Chung Shan Man.

The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.

Affectionate who is like the bright moon in Nanshan, especially at dusk.

In spring, the Yangtze River is green and the lotus leaves are as big as money.

Just send you home in the spring, and then send you home.

Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure!

When the snow comes in late spring, she wears the garden trees as flying flowers.

8. What poems describe happiness?

In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now it is endless; The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang' an flowers will see you one day; It is the most beneficial thing in the spring of a year, better than the misty willows everywhere in the imperial city. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat. I want to wet apricot flowers and rain, but I don't want to blow the breeze. I want to ask pedestrians where to go, and my eyebrows shine. Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten branches and five flowers everywhere. I don't cherish clothes, but I don't want to go against them. My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? . The water is conspicuous, but I frantically packed my books and poems. The peasant families in Xiao Mo are full of wine and enough chickens and dolphins to stay in the harvest year. Full of shade, shining in the green waves. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying. The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. Birds love the old forest, and the fish in the pond are homesick. Who is sentimental like a southern mountain and a moon, and the clouds open at dusk. The Yangtze River is green in spring and lotus leaves are as big as money. Only then will spring come back and the monarch come back. Sad songs pounded the building. Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.