There are 300 Tang poems about Liu.

On Liu's poems, Tang poetry 1. Complete works of Liu's ancient poems

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"

"Two orioles sing on the top of a green willow, and egrets reach the sky" —— Du Fu's quatrains

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. -Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! -Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems on Liangzhou.

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"

The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows. -Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Xian Liu Han"

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Gao Ding's "Country House"

At dusk, crows crow in the courtyard. Remember that man, Pear Blossom and Moon Bright. -The Little Mermaid by the cat, the east wind is swaying and the clouds are light.

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. -Han Yi's Cold Food

Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Han Yu, "Early Spring is Zhang Shiba, the Minister of Water Resources"

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. -Yan Dao Ji's "Partridge Sky, Colorful Sleeves, Diligent Jade Bell"

2. Ancient willow poems

Bai Juyi, a tree in Qingmen Liutang, was heartbroken and once fell into the hatred of several people.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.

The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.

I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.

The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.

The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.

If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.

My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where is the shadow dance?

Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.

It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.

The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.

More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.

You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.

How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.

But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was all poured, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.

If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.

In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silks.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.

Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.

How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.

The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.

Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.

Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.

If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.

Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.

Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.

There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.

Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.

Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.

Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.

Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.

There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.

Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.

After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.

I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.

Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.

Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because attachment seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.

Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow. Liu Tang, Zhang Xu, the smoky land, and the buildings on the edge of the city are full of spring thoughts.

Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple. Liutang Zhenggu Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.

You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Jasper was put into a bunch of tall silk tapestries with 10,000 pieces of green. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. In this serenade, I heard the willow break, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry. The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back.

In Xinghua village, the spring breeze in February blows the willows, confusing many troubles. It is expected that this kind of sadness will happen every year, and we will still meet after the storm.

Apricot blossom wine is in apricot blossom village, and it's stormy. I didn't see Hongyan's letter, but Iraqi tears kept flowing.

How long can Liu's songs last? Affected Wan Liyun in the sky. Clouds used to be swallows, but now everyone is a dreamer.

Where do you want to find snow? Float catkins to offer sacrifices to the fragrant soul. Sacrifice the fragrant soul for another spring, but there is still no green silk skirt.

How many storms has Zuo experienced? How much generosity no longer exists? How many feats, a dream? How much is a glass of wine? Now I make a thousand wishes and sprinkle them on the long river. I don't want to be with you, but I want to be with you.

The voice is very slow. In the middle of the night in Su Causeway, the road is sparsely populated and the moonlight is like a mirror. There is only one person who broke up, and the tears are all sent.

A breeze blew and the willows fluttered with the wind. Tears haven't dried yet, people have already left, but it's a pity that a song hasn't been sung yet.

3. Describe Liu's ancient poems

With willow characters:

1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and the willows are oblique. (Han Xiong's cold food)

2. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")

3. I want to get wet by clothes, rain, and a bright future. (Zhinan: "Jueju")

4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei (sent to Yuan Ershi Anxi))

5. Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. (Du Fu: (quatrains))

6. Why should a strong brother blame Yang Liu? Spring breeze is not enough. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci)

Describe the willow:

willow

He zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze is like a knife.

4. What are the poems about willows or poems with willows as images in Tang poetry?

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

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

This poem, contrary to the previous description of the slim figure of a beautiful woman in the image of a willow, turned the willow into a beautiful "jasper" and vividly described the charming posture of the long branches and bright green leaves of the willow in the spring breeze with anthropomorphic methods.

Among the poets in the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin had the deepest feelings for Liu. In his collection of poems, there are as many as a dozen poems with the theme of "Liu". The poem "Giving Willow" depicts the charm of spring willow;

Willow color on the platform, bright or dark-all the roads, willow branches are dancing like young girls.

Many people have heard the praise of Liu Feng to the extreme, and now what they see is just the same graceful.

The charming willow color has reached the bridge, and my heart is behind me when I watch the willow color cut off and extend across the bridge to the long beach.

Liu Er is really thoughtful, releasing catkins like snow, floating and flying in the brothel.

"Shade" and "staggered" describe the lush scene of willow, either bright or dark, with soft strips hanging down. "Romantic" and "graceful" describe the light posture of willow, flowers fly like snow, and describe the prosperity of spring willow to the extreme.

And "Willow" is about willow in autumn:

I used to chase the east wind, just like a dancer dancing at a banquet. It was a spring full of flowers, and people were playing in Leyuan Scenic Area.

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene.

Write autumn willow, compared with spring willow. The prosperity of willow in spring reflects the decline of willow in autumn; The more prosperous and proud the spring is, the more haggard the autumn willows are.

Both of them are chanting willow, but the poet shows completely different feelings: writing spring willow highlights his joy and love for the prosperity of spring willow; Writing autumn willows is the poet's lament over the decline of autumn willows.

Chanting willow is often used as a farewell in Tang poetry. Luo Yin's "Willow" is a farewell scene on a sunny day in late spring, outside Chang 'an, on the bank of Bashui, by means of comparison.

It's sunny on the shore, so it's hard to say goodbye.

I'm still uncertain about my flying flocks, and I'm trying to solve the problem of tripping over passers-by.

In farewell poems, poets usually fold willows to bid farewell. Such as Dai Shulun's "Willow on the Dike":

The weeping willows are full of silk, and spring comes to weave parting.

Pedestrians climb, and now when my heart is breaking.

Shi Jianwu's "Folding Willow";

Seeing Yang Liuchun by the roadside, I folded it all again.

This year, I will return to last year's position and will not leave others last year.

Yong's Riverside Willow is unique:

The ancient embankment curled up and a tree smoked.

If the silk does not stop, keep the boat.

The heroine in the poem not only didn't bid farewell to the willow, but hoped that the willow would continue, so as to be a lover's boat and never part.

In addition, Bai Juyi's "Qin Lou Xi Lao Liu" outlines a picture of "the breeze immediately" with concise brushstrokes, which is also a self-portrait of the poet:

The wind blew on a half-withered branch and immediately looked at the old man affectionately.

Kaiyuan a willow, Changqing two years in the spring.

And Tang's poem "weeping willows" has another meaning:

No feelings for the spring breeze, who dares to underestimate the enemy in the world?

The king of Chu planted seeds on the river bank for no reason, and he was so hungry that he lost his waist.

This poem not only depicts graceful weeping willows, but also relates to the story of King Chu Ling's "Love a thin waist, and maids starve to death". The irony is directed at the emperor and the feudal bureaucratic group headed by him. It is a unique poem of "Chanting Willow".

5. Ancient willow poems

The famous poem of Chanting Willow is the poem of Chanting Willow by He, an ancient poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Jasper is as tall as a tree,

Ten thousand hanging green silk strips.

I don't know who planted the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi describes in detail Liu Xin's dancing and charm in early spring. Poetry:

Unwilling to regain youth,

Seduce the spring breeze

White snow flowers are numerous and empty,

Green silk strips are too weak for warblers.

Han Yu, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties, observed the shape of catkins very carefully. His catkin on the pond is a masterpiece;

There is no wind on the pool,

After Yang Huaqing, she flew alone.

To clean the fiber lens,

Wet but without a dome, you can't go back.

Here, poplars are catkins. In Pan Hu at sunset, catkins are all over the sky, poplars fall on the water, soak in the water, and never fly again. Through this detailed description, the poet embodies the interest of being intoxicated with the charming natural scenery.

Wu Rong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem Huayang, which has another flavor:

Do not dispute prosperity, do not occupy red.

It's sunny and snowy.

Flowers grow and hate the wind,

Only Huayang loves the wind alone.

Poetry is an affirmation of Huayang. Although Yang Shuhua is not colorful, it has a personality that flowers don't have. It is not afraid of wind and rain, but it flies freely in the air like snowflakes with the wind, which is unique.

In the Qing Dynasty, Zhou Zhihui wrote a poem "Willow":

Every spring is miserable,

Fight for repeated sleep.

A trace of sadness goes with the wind,

It's raining hard.

Gudu wants to lead a wanderer,

Leave the pavilion with the traveler's whip.

Use the flute, it's late at night,

Look back at some trees and cigarettes.

Although the title of this poem is "Liu", it expresses the feelings of wanderers. The long wicker on the shore seems unwilling to swim, leading the departing ship. Willow is personified. At dusk, the wanderers on the boat often look back at the weeping willows by the river, as if to say goodbye to their loved ones.

6. What are the ancient poems about weeping willows?

Six songs (1) Li Bai

It snowed in May, and there were no flowers, only cold.

I smell the willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Fight the golden drum at dawn and hold the jade saddle at night.

I am willing to put my sword under my waist and cut Loulan straight.

Li Bai, the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.

Whose flute fluttered in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

Everyone can't help but feel homesick when they hear the sound of willow breaking in this nocturne.

The drizzle and rain in early spring

The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

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

The second ambassador of Paiyuan, Anxi Wangwei.

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west.

Hunting Wang Wei

The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng.

Grass withered and eagle eye disease, light snow.

Suddenly passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliuying.

The land of revival, the clouds are thousands of miles away.

Wentingyun

Bian Ying, a brocade loom, talked frequently and stopped to cry and remember people.

Simon is still bleak in March, even if there are willows, it will not feel spring.

Passing by Xiangyang Lou Yuanzhen

Downstairs, the sun is shaded by trees, and the lotus leaves are as flat as money.

Brush a thousand flowers, and the warbler sounds two or three times every building.

Sometimes I watch clouds by the water, and I trust the horse every day.

Sooner or later, I will teach the king for the time being, but I should wait until next month.

7. Complete works of Liu's ancient poems

1, "Singing Willow" Don He Zhangzhi's Jasper hangs down as a tapestry of countless strands of moss.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. 2, "Qingmenliu" Tang Baijuyi Qingqing is a sad tree, and several people have hated it.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. 3, "Chang 'an Liu Xin" Tang Chenguang nine devoted to Chu Yun Ji, Huang Quliu has been new.

The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.

I want to break one and go back to this morning. 4, "Linchuan Watch" Tang did not see Jiangtou for three or four days, and the willow tree on the bridge was old.

The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.

The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it.

8.4 Willow Poems

I passed away when I picked the eu, and the willows were reluctant. Today, I was thinking that it was raining heavily. Li Baiyi Qin E swallowed the flute, and Qin E dreamed of Qin Louyue and Qin Louyue. Every year, the autumn festival in Leyuan Scenic Area has passed, and the ancient Xianyang Road is full of sound and dust. The sound and dust are lost, and the west wind still shines. The Han tomb bid farewell to the willows, with flowers flying all over the sky and wicker bent over. Wan Ren is a lonely city. Why should a strong brother complain about willow? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. In Weizhuang, Jinling, the river and grass are raining, and the birds in the Six Dynasties are like dreams. The most heartless thing is the willow tree in Taicheng or the smoke cage. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan smoke, city wind, plum yellow rain. He Zhu, the jade case, a stream of smoke and willow drooping, there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. Zhou Zizhi, walking in Tasha's leisure is the most bitter, so don't lean on the hedge. When the sun sets, a bright future will emerge. Xin Qiji, touching the fish, seems to be not a flower, but a little tear. Su Shi, the waterspout played the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.