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What are the poems about Yang Guifei?

1, read Fei Yang Chuan [Southern Song Dynasty] Xu Luqing's six palaces overflowed with 3,000 powder, which was a favorite.

Since then, the world has been delusional and pushed the concubines to be immortals.

2. Yang [Southern Song Dynasty] Zhao Ximai's nephew also has a well. This person built a stone tower for Yungen.

Spring does not wash kaiyuan hate, and there is no clear word mark.

3, Ming Taizu map [Southern Song Dynasty] Huang Wang leaned on his charming face with sleeves and fingered the same song.

It is expected that Ma Wei will hate it forever, and it has already been in the flute.

4. Saburo, a villager in Yang Fei [in the late Southern Song Dynasty], hid his face with Ma Yupo, and his life and death were deep and helpless.

What do you hate about the earth station? Many bones were buried in Tongguan War.

5, get on the horse [Yuan] When Zheng Yuanzhou got on the horse in front of the flower building, the king forgot that he was the princess of life.

Yan Longwei smiled and waited for the cup, while Haitang slept soundly and the spring breeze was blowing.

Embroidered saddles are charming and cold with Cui, and the golden lamp intentionally crosses the silk whip.

Palace boots are ready to go, rustling and stumbling.

The harem is full of graceful moths, held by gold.

Lotus dew is always wonderful, but who knows if it continues?

What is the demon ring doing alone? He wants to go to Huaqing Pool.

Ssangyong gnawed at his knees and stepped on flowers, full of red swallow fat.

Looking at the sky from the official car, whispering side by side.

If you don't delay a day, the sky will go west, and the iron horse in Yuyang will collapse and chase the clouds.

It's sad to leave Beijing.

One more time. Can you forget my poem?

6. Topic Yang Fei sleeps in the spring 【 Late Yuan Dynasty and Early Ming Dynasty 】 After Qian Yan came to the Aquilaria Pavilion, Yang Weizhen and Saburo put the flower willow in the drum.

Nishinomiya is the first place for people who are sleepy in spring, and Huaqing is like wine.

Snow limbs want to wear red roses, brocade crotch except tassels.

Shi Xiaolian couldn't hold her, but Cui rolled into a pear cloud.

The weight of the dragon bun is not as heavy as ten thousand, and the swallow hairpin falls half.

At night, the water in leaky cauldron is far away, and the shadow of the sun turns outside the curtain.

The pipa has not been urged, and the spring sleep is heavy.

I don't know if I'm nervous, but I dream of becoming a deer.

7, drunken Yang Fei [Ming] Yang Xunji was unable to lean on a graceful demeanour, and once remembered that Zhen Fei was drunk and didn't wake up.

Without Shen Xiangting's favor, the autumn wind fence is easy to fall down.

8, Yang Feichun sleeps [Ming] Xu Wei keeps the palace at night and falls on the rouge arm, and the jade grass is drunk.

The flowers floated out of the imperial wall with the wind, and no one knew that Yang Fei was sleeping.

The bottom of the soap gauze curtain is crimson, and a mass of ruby sinks in autumn water.

Painting can still move the world, so why blame the emperor?

If you want to talk, you can't get up. Go to Xiping to shoot parrots.

In order to ask Huaqing, where does it rain in Ceng Fei in my dream?

9, the title Yang Fei bath map [Ming] Dengya spring breeze, palace trees and orioles.

The concubines in the palace embroidered Luo clothes and came out to soak in hot spring water on sunny days.

The hot spring water is clear and blue, and the condensed fat washes away the beauty of spring.

At first, I suspected that the sea was bathed in the bright moon, like a jade well with a red lotus.

When a king saw his life, he was very happy. Who can compare with the sixth house?

Before the end of a song, the dust has been dark for three thousand miles.

A natural beauty is only superficial. Who can be sad when Ma Wei dies?

A piece of Danqing is half broken, which should be learned by kings for thousands of years.

10, one of the ten epic poems, [Qing] Yang Huanfen took a hot spring bath and recalled his love for longevity.

Suddenly, I was shocked. I was empty.