Poems about Xu Xian and White Snake

Broken bridge white snake poem 1. Poems about the White Snake.

1, when the West Lake dries up completely, there should be a second life here. (The full text is as follows)

Ode to the White Snake

When White Snake first came down Mount Emei, she sat opposite Qingfeng. The white snake sees the West Lake at first sight, and the girl swims like a colorful flower.

It is not a kind act not to admire the prosperity and love the West Lake. Who knows that the waves are in the same boat, and it is the master of Sansheng Stone.

Rain and dew first settled on the upper edge of the lake, and they also settled by the lake. If you try to help the world by refining the elixir, you will be a pair of mandarin ducks and a fairy.

Poor harp, some people are jealous, and the lamentation is silent. It's all because the Buddha is too stupid to believe that Yuanyang can be alone.

There is anger and thunder in my heart, and there is sorrow in Jiangnan. Zero rain comes from the dark, and the tide flies down Zhenjiang.

The rainbow is dazzling with low clouds, and thousands of ichthyosaurs are playing in the sky. The most pitiful heart is full of courage, and the peers are empty-handed.

Under the Leifeng Tower, the heavy door is closed, hoping to get revenge. By this year, there will be aftershocks, and Guangling Chaotun Jinshan Temple.

Who remembers the vicissitudes of life, Lei Feng has also become the wind. When the West Lake dries up completely, there should be rebirth here.

2, half is mortal and half is immortal, and the moth eyebrow has been paid for thousands of years.

It is difficult to break the bridge and the world, and the front of Xizi Lake continues.

On the Legend of White Snake in Dragon Boat Festival

Contemporary dining table stove

Speaking of the Dragon Boat Festival, Xu Xian said so, and the red line of the umbrella was borrowed.

I really love the white snake because of my kindness.

3. Ms. White Snake

one

I jumped into the West Lake, put on makeup and drew pictures.

I have promised to borrow an umbrella in the rain, so that the red chamber can attract immortals.

two

Fahai has many tricks, and the love between husband and wife is tempered.

Ganoderma lucidum is collected from dangerous peaks, and the water overflows Jinshan to fight demons.

three

I hate Fahai holding a golden bowl, and I hate Lei Feng locking Bai E even more.

I was so happy that Xiaoqing was furious. My family sang a round song in front of the mirror.

Xiaoqing

The guardian of love is a hero. He works hard with double swords.

Every time I see injustice, I get angry: look at my knife, ungrateful person!

Xu Xian

Borrowed an umbrella in the rain, had a strange relationship, and accidentally passed through the fog and smoke.

Fahai made every effort, and the situation was even better after the robbery.

Half man and half fairy, the moth eyebrow has been paid for thousands of years.

It is difficult to break the bridge and the world, and the front of Xizi Lake continues.

Xiaoqing is naive in nature and brave in life and death.

Those who draw their swords and defeat will not understand Bai's grace for a hundred days.

I hate to harm nature and justice, and Buddhism and Zen sweep the floor.

It was a loss for Bai Niang, but it failed to destroy Jinshan.

I was amazed at the previous articles on compassion, and the snake heart was lingering.

The lake also shrugged the Leifeng Tower, and the word deserved it should be passed down forever.

Serves you right: Look at Lu Xun's On the Collapse of Leifeng Pagoda.

2. Seek poems and songs about the legend of the white snake.

Author/blog /cns! B0A03BFBB0063C67！ 3352. I use the voice of poetry to explain this beautiful love. Today, let's celebrate like this. Did it really happen thousands of years ago? No, but why is it all so real, spreading in the streets and praising women, children, the weak and children? No, but why does this move people's hearts and slowly sink us into the long-standing Song paintings? I use the poems on white paper to steal the fairy water and lock it in Lei Feng's scene to restore the world. If the sky can be like this and the blue tree can be like this, then life can be restored, just like Liaoyuan and Ning 'an borrow umbrellas tonight (white is white of hibiscus, and a drop of water can precipitate and dilute the pollution of the Millennium. On white paper, this life will slowly disappear. I want to meet you, which is just a coincidence. The crowd around the West Lake was bustling and practicing, so I made a mistake. For thousands of years, there was no wind in the sky and no rain on the ground. It's just that your appearance suddenly made my heart surge. The road to the Millennium is not so tidal. As soon as the finger on the shore made a circle of raindrops, it dripped, so Qing Er and I shouted in the direction of a distant boat, and there was a boat connected with Tianshui. On the rainy day of March 3, I forgot where I came from. I only see your pale face as soft as a finger. Is that you? Is it you who have struggled for 1000 years? My confused thoughts are doomed to fall in this life. You are standing on the boat. If all this is a mistake, I don't want to pinch my fingers. I'd rather make a mistake on purpose. Green is a hundred years' hardship of lotus in water. I only want to lose my beauty with the promise of Lotus, but I also want my sister's Millennium road to just pinch my fingers. If it is him, it is still a love story. If it was a mistake, why did he self-destruct and calm down? I'd rather he was Xu. Fairy: Yes, such a wandering elephant (Xu Xian) has been poor and lonely since childhood. I don't want to see girls. I just went blind when I saw you. I sank to steal Xiancao (Xu Xian). You know, I never wanted to marry you. It's just that how can I deserve such a delicate beauty? When all this is true, I hate Princess Wang. How can I tell you, my husband, our past lives was originally full of confidence and determined. Before abandoning the world of mortals and flying to the fairy newspaper, this time, it was not just the tide rushing to the bank, but the Jinshan (green snake) was full of water, only admiring Yuanyang but not the fairy, turning into an empty talk of eternal life and falling into the dust robbery, but this life has been a thousand years, and the sun is like fire. How can snakes and pythons be enemies of realgar and three glasses of red wine? Sister, it's really hard for me to punish myself for a thousand years or today. How can I change it? I only hate myself for beating the snake body into gold ornaments as thin as cicadas day and night. I hate it, and I will never look back after midnight. I don't ask whether it is the original Guang Chen from now on, and I don't care whether there are thousands of stars and moons from then on. When I turned around, I knew it. At that moment, I thought I would never see it again. In ancient Guang Chen, I couldn't hear the birds chirping in the morning, and I couldn't save them. A thousand years of love, this life's shepherd boy, I burst into tears. I can't get rid of that scar, so I wrapped all the past with warm tears, but my memory was crystal clear in my time. Every side touches the joys and sorrows of the past. Was that my last moment in the depths of the silent forest? It's just that even in the end, I will release thousands of people. In exchange for your husband for life, I can go with Cao Xian. You can feel a tear in your heart the moment you swallow the medicine. I just want to repay your kindness. Your warmth, but you still went to Jinshan. Why (Xu Xian) am I really not afraid? I'm really not afraid to miss it. I like the kindness of Jinshan and the water of West Lake. I always knew. My heart is on the other side of the lake. You can see it. Can you see it? (Green Snake) This past life, doomed love, I cut it all with a knife (White Snake). If the water is affectionate, I will also go to Jinshan. If the water is heartless, I will also go to Jinshan. It was Qing Er and I who started the Yangtze River flooding the Buddha Sea. There is no wind in the sky, but this storm is to save you, and I have selfishly let the water dye the sky with blood red and tears. If I have feelings, I will turn the golden hill over. Even though he's upside down. The water of flame burned all day and the bridge was broken. Goodbye (White Snake) Do you know this is a broken bridge? Do you know this is a broken bridge? It's just that I know time is running out. Goodbye is just seeing the fairy (Xu Xian) again. Xu Xian Xu Xian promised the fairy that you are my God and I am your fairy. If you leave, I don't want to protect you, whether he sees you again or not. You are my forever (green snake). It's just that I'm a bystander, but I know very well how I can save you from being locked up in Lei Feng that day, or whether there is no cloud in the sky and no wind on the ground. The crowd around the West Lake is still bustling and flat. It was raining, and my town missed you in the tower for a long time. I stood outside the tower, but my love for you was pierced by a sword. Another worry is embedded in my Millennium dust robbery. Officer, it's raining again. You must have seen the umbrella on your head.

3. Poems about the Legend of the White Snake

Break the bridge and seek dreams

In the past, white snakes would become fairies,

Love and hate are intertwined.

Well, now people have broken the bridge,

The scenery is still melancholy!

Jinshansi nostalgia

The mad monk Fahai trapped Xu Xian,

Su Zhen saved her husband from drowning the golden mountain.

The world has its own true feelings,

Why are you afraid of the monk setting this difficulty!

Recent love stories outside the tower

Lei Feng's sunset shines on the West Lake,

Break the bridge and leave the dream, but leave the oiled paper umbrella.

Remember the bottom of the cliff?

Only you accompany me in this life.

Can you be lonely in Niangzi Tower?

Xu Xian is incompetent, and he only wishes that heaven is unfair.

Believe that there is nothing wrong with loving you,

Shave and sweep the tower waiting for you!

Legend of White Snake (Poetry)

In the misty rain of pavilions, Broken Bridge and Lu 'an met you again.

Millennium training, it is difficult to report it as soon as possible.

The light umbrella floats like a cloud, covering the wind and moon several times,

I sued Qingyi before the West Lake, and I gave up the road of the world of mortals.

Accompanied by her husband, she endured tears that tore her heart out, and her feelings were deep and sad.

The dream of spring is hard to disappear, and Jinshan Temple thunders.

4. Poems about Broken Bridges

Broken Bridge Solitary Post, Leng Yun Yellow Leaves, Meet Chang 'an Avenue. -He Zhu's Journey to the Imperial Street.

Find an ancient temple with a broken bridge, a low fence and a big tree separated by a horizontal pond. -He Zhu's "Sujietang Buddhist Temple"

bridge cutoff

It was a fickle woman in a previous life who cut your blue shirt in Tsing Yi.

Wrap a strand of China's hair to come to you; Waiting for April

See you after the snow.

Are you my shepherd boy or a scholar

I walked across the bridge, but I couldn't go home by boat.

The swaying ferryman will take you forever.

The flute is ringing, but the book still exists.

This land is barren.

When can there be a wooden bridge?

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard the other party blowing and playing.

The red sedan chair doesn't know where to meet the bride.

Drummer sings: You and I agreed for a hundred years.

If someone dies at the age of 97; Naihe bridge

..... wait three years.

5. White Snake Biography Poetry

1 Broken Bridge vaguely remembers the bleak look back a thousand years ago. The two sides became butterflies, crossed the river and forgot the water, and went to the countryside to drink Mengpo soup. There are six tears in my eyes. Now, the white snake, who has practiced for thousands of years, has drunk thousands of years of loneliness and lovesickness from distant time and space in order to find the last tear left in the world. If it is predestined by heaven, you and I will both encounter a disaster, a fiend's desperate struggle, and.

I just want to find tears of love. I just want to use the infatuation of my last life to fade the charm of being grafted by the secular. Really, I like the encounter of an umbrella, which inexplicably awakened the memory of sleeping for thousands of years, so I crossed the maze of life, rejoiced in the heat wave of the broken bridge, dried the rain on my wet cheeks, and walked hand in hand with a smile. Finally, I knew that the silk umbrella that sheltered from the wind and rain was like your pure eyes. Revealing the reincarnation of become a butterfly is both sad and tender. The drugstore seems to have a wish, let me fall in love with the moon on earth with you, listen to the fragrance by the pool for the second time, or add a rhyme to the prescription and grow a love again, which will touch thousands of kind creatures in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. So, the tears I want are intoxicated and I don't know where to go. It always hopes to forget the existence of past lives on the West Lake in Yang Liuyi in the bright moon and cool breeze. You and I will look at each other's tears outside the drugstore or in the room, let it live, and feel the colorful sunshine smile and butterfly flowers. 1 Broken Bridge vaguely remembers the bleak look back a thousand years ago. The two sides became butterflies, crossed the river and forgot the water, and went to the countryside to drink Mengpo soup. There are six tears in my eyes. Now, the white snake, who has practiced for thousands of years, has drunk thousands of years of loneliness and lovesickness from distant time and space in order to find the last tear left in the world. If it is predestined by heaven, you and I will both encounter a disaster, a fiend's desperate struggle, and.

I just want to find tears of love. I just want to use the infatuation of my last life to fade the charm of being grafted by the secular. Really, I like the encounter of an umbrella, which inexplicably awakened the memory of sleeping for thousands of years, so I crossed the maze of life, rejoiced in the heat wave of the broken bridge, dried the rain on my wet cheeks, and walked hand in hand with a smile. Finally, I knew that the silk umbrella that sheltered from the wind and rain was like your pure eyes. Revealing the reincarnation of become a butterfly is both sad and tender. The drugstore seems to have a wish, let me fall in love with the moon on earth with you, listen to the fragrance by the pool for the second time, or add a rhyme to the prescription and grow a love again, which will touch thousands of kind creatures in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. So, the tears I want are intoxicated and I don't know where to go. It always hopes to forget the existence of past lives on the West Lake in Yang Liuyi in the bright moon and cool breeze. You and I will look at each other's tears outside the drugstore or in the room, let them live, and feel the smiles of colorful sunshine and the romantic flow of butterflies blooming lilacs. I really want to tell you that this is a conspiracy. For the disaster of the Dragon Boat Festival, I have accumulated thousands of years of worries, tears have been spinning in my eyes, but you can't read the omen of life and death from this forbearance to stop it. This Dragon Boat Festival, I don't know how to drink all three cups of realgar wine on the drugstore table that you carefully prepared for me. Affectionate demons and kind people will bury our thousand-year attachment in previous lives so innocently in a few cups of turbid wine and a long-planned chuckle. I still want to hold hands with you for half my life. I also want to see if the silk umbrella is still beautiful under the heat of our first broken bridge. Is it still as beautiful as the willow by the lake? You left, but the crack in the middle of the bridge can be mended. Why should I lose my mind in the sadness of this broken bridge? I still want to hold hands with you for half my life, just half my life, okay? I can't forget how difficult it is to steal Ganoderma lucidum. Maybe this is a repeat of the tragedy of past lives. I deeply remember that day when the clouds were burned red, white snakes and powerful cranes fought wits and fought bravely for dozens of reincarnation, fearless. When the hope and truth of a narrow escape touched God, I flew back again, taking Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass from the yellow road at the junction of life and death. The person who pulled me back to the line of life and death alone saw your gentle and apologetic smile again. Tears of my love surge in my eyes, with sad happiness. I really want to turn my heart into two pieces and leave one piece for myself. The other one, I have adjusted the temperature by imprisoning you at the top of the golden mountain of freedom. Gently put it in your arms may be scarred, but it is still infatuated, sincere and kind. It is also like the drizzle when we first met, and the tears of love are like willows in the breeze, filling our eyes in the turbulent waves. I'm no longer obsessed with the tea in the drugstore and smiling at each other. I can't bear to recall the demagogic realgar wine and Ganoderma lucidum that came back to life. I can't bear to just recall the heat of the broken bridge. It's still vivid after you left. Her sadness is always like the tears I bounce off, just like our children crying into this world. I can pin all my hopes on him. I am a person who lives and dies together. I will use the seventh tear I have been looking for to soothe my still lonely heart. When the golden bowl of Leifeng Tower broke my dream, it was the full moon in the sky on July 7. We could have gone to the lake to feel the bright moon and the breeze or snuggled up to the stars and stars on the broken bridge. The happiness of three lives is in agreement with each other's heartbeat, and I don't want to be so sad. Although this cold Leifeng Tower is hard, it can't stop my love for thousands of years. I am no longer a seductive white snake spirit. Why do you want to use this strength to destroy the estranged love we nurtured in that broken bridge? If that broken bridge really just broke our sad sigh, who would like such untouchable eye-to-eye love? Is it always a lone butterfly crying at night and a miserable smile next door during the day? The colorful bridge transcends eternal sadness and finally ends the process of regret and the final loneliness on an immortal night. Thank God for looking at this thousand-year-old lover when the years are old.