Poems with hair

A man's hair-it is related to the country, family and the world.

"I stroked my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. "-Du Fu

"Affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, Early Birth and Prosperity"-Su Dongpo

"It's a pity that the king has accomplished nothing in the world!" -Xin Qiji

Li Bai, since the world can't satisfy our desire, let's shine and be a boat.

Don't be idle, you are white-headed and sad.

-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"

Jade pot and green silk, it is too late to sell wine.

-Li Bai's "Unequal Wine"

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. 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"

The spring breeze upstairs is going to rest. Who can look at the sad hair in the mirror?

-Li Bai's "Yi Dao"

Apes have white hair, both long and short.

-Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu

In those days, the spirit was uneven and the white hair was like silk.

-Li Bai's "There is respect for wine before two songs"

Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.

-Li Bai's "Chivalry"

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

-Li Shangyin "Untitled"

The players in her pear garden became white-haired, and eunuchs were thin in her pepper yard. .

-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

-Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book

Zhu Jiang with white hair and jade bridge is used to watch the spring breeze of the moon in autumn.

-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian"

The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself.

-Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden

Li Bai's poem: White hair is three thousands of feet, and sorrow is as long as long. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. "Into the Wine" also says, "You can't see how the water of the Yellow River flows out of the sky and into the sea, and it will never return. You can't see the lock in the mirror of Gao Tingming. Although the morning is dark, the night has melted. When you are proud of your life, you should be happy. Don't empty the golden cup to the bright moon! ..."

The ancient peasant uprising said: The hair is like leek, and if you cut it back, it will kill you. If you cut your head back, you don't have to be afraid of being an official. Wang Can is never light.

Li Bai's Poem Seventeen Songs of Autumn with White Hair (XV)

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long?

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror!

This is a poem expressing anger. With unrestrained passion and romantic artistic techniques, the poet created the image of "self", gave vent to deep resentment and depression, and exerted a strong and touching artistic power.

"White hair and three thousands of feet, the fate seems long?" Split the air, such as spring tide rushing, such as volcanic eruption, shocking. It is really incomprehensible to look at the phrase "three thousands of feet with white hair". How can white hair "three thousands of feet"? When I read the next sentence, "Sorrow is like a beard", I suddenly understood that the original white hair "Three thousands of feet" was born of sorrow and grew up because of sorrow! Worry gives birth to white hair, but people are aware of it, but it is three times as long as thousands of feet. How many deep worries should there be? The fateful weight of ten words falls on one word "sadness". Writing sadness is incredible! Fantasy strange sentences can't help but make people marvel at the poet's boldness of vision and pen power.

There are many sad examples in classical poetry. Luo Dajing, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in "Jade Dew in the Crane Forest": "Some poets use mountains as a metaphor for their worries, and Du Shaoling said,' Worry comes like a mountain (according to newspapers and periodicals, it is regarded as' Qi finally goes south'), so you can't shovel holes'; Some people use water as a metaphor for sadness. Li Qiyun said,' Please measure the water in the East China Sea and look at the shallow and deep sorrow'. " Li Bai found a new way to describe the depth of sorrow with the length of "white hair and three thousands of feet", which is "particularly novel" and "prosperity is more meaningful than China" (ibid.). People will not only take the poet's unreasonable troubles seriously, but will sincerely appreciate this unnatural and popular strange sentence and feel sympathy for the poet's sigh.

People see the white hair on their heads and its length because they look in the mirror. The first two sentences are hidden in the mirror, and three or four sentences will understand:

"I don't know where the autumn frost is in the mirror!"

Autumn frost is white, representing its white hair. Seemingly repetitive but not repetitive, there is a sad and haggard emotional color that transcends the word "white" of white hair. "I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really unknown, nor is it because I don't know that I asked "where". These two sentences are not questions, but angry words and bitter words. Poetic eyes are on the word "de" in the next sentence. Where did you get so worried? The word "de" goes straight to the exclusion and oppression suffered by the poet for half his life; I don't know why I'm worried about my white hair and autumn frost on my temples. I feel it personally! Li Bai has the ambition of "bravely competing for his talents and willing to help him" and the ideal of "making the atlas area big and the sea county clear" (see Dai Shoushan's answer to Meng Shaofu's book). Despite his repeated setbacks, his ambition is not fade away. When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties, and his ambition was unfulfilled. How could he not be doubly miserable when he was old! Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a solitary chant of "Three thousands of feet with White Hair" occurred, which made the world's future generations know their grief and indignation. The legendary sentence is a must.

A woman's hair will always be the spring sorrow in my heart.

When the windows are decorated with clouds and temples, the mirrors are painted yellow (Mulan)

It is so high in the city. Four directions are higher than one night (the source of ancient poetry)

I used not to comb my hair, but it hung over my shoulders and stretched out on Lang's knees. What's not pathetic?

Baoji wears loose lead and light makeup.

Red mist's hood is airy and wobbly.

It's better to see love than to meet each other.

At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the wine wakes up slightly. May the moon be quiet.

-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"

From ancient times to the present, no matter how thick the lines are, there are always too many concerns about the hair that is homophonic with "love". Just look at the verbs that describe combing your hair: pulling, sticking, pulling, and all kinds of hair styles: coiled hair style, Qiu Chan hair style, Wonuo hair style, Fuyun hair style, Feng Fei hair style ... There are so many beautiful names, which record a lot of annoying feelings. No wonder ancient literati advanced and retreated in the mood of "reading Taoist books casually and combing their hair under the crystal curtain". Even if she is as brave as Mulan, she has done a lot in the army on behalf of her father 12 years. The first task when she returns home is to "be a window manager and paint the mirror yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women. When their lover leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and let him take it away. Moreover, after parting from you, they gave up on themselves spontaneously: "from the east of my uncle, I am like a flying canopy;" Without ointment, who is suitable for it? "People who like themselves are not around, even their hair is messy, and they are too lazy to comb.

My son said Sichuan, and the deceased was like a husband. Samuel, a foreign writer, said: Youth is not a period of time, but a state of mind. ...

From the heart to the heart, the ancients did, and I wonder if today's people are among them.

Untitled Li shangyin

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

Du Mu in Ancient Palace

The first emperor is gone forever, and Hongyun is heartbroken.

Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi

Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.

Shichong Cao Ye

Thirty-six ladies-in-waiting, each with a bun like a crow.

Hehuang Dumu

Although the shepherd drives the horse, he is obedient and white-haired and obedient.

Du Xunhe, a widow in the mountains.

Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.

To Xi Weng Wang Jian

You deserve the power of cinnabar, and you will make new progress in spring.

Injured spring Chen

Solitary minister frost three thousands of feet, fireworks weighs ten thousand years.

Liu Kezhuang from Beilai.

Desolate old Beijing woman, makeup bun is still xuanhe.

Wen, a singer from the south, wore a low bun and rolled his eyebrows.

Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi

The jade Zheng is not fully played, and the phoenix bun is tied with a hairpin.

Bodhisattva Man Feng Yansi

Shake the oars into a bun, and pick lotus leaves in Qingjiang late.

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

Shanpo mutton master Wang

Yun Song's bun, sweet and warm, covered the sweet boudoir and hurt the spring sleep.