Ancient poems praising porcelain

First of all, Potter

Song: Mei

Exhausted workers dug and dug all day and dug out the soil in front of the house, but there was not a tile in their own house.

A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.

Interpretation: Tile-burning workers dig and dig all day, and the soil in front of the door is dug up, but there is no tile on their house. Those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers.

Second, the sad Chen Tao.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In the early winter, the blood of good children's families from more than a dozen counties after World War I spilled on Chen Tao's water.

The wilderness under the blue sky became silent, and 40 thousand soldiers died on this day.

The red arrow on the savage Hu Bing arrow, the blood of kind people, the singers can't understand Hugh's drinking spree on Chang 'an Avenue.

People in Chang 'an turned their heads and wept in the direction of Chen Tao, hoping that the troops of the Tang Dynasty could come back and restore their peaceful life in the past.

Interpretation: In the early winter, the children of good families recruited from more than a dozen counties were all spilled blood after World War I. Now the wilderness under the blue sky has become silent, and all 40,000 soldiers died in one day.

The savage Hu Bing arrow was dripping with the blood of good people, singing Hugh, and people couldn't understand it. They drank and reveled in Chang 'an Avenue. People in Chang 'an turned to Chen Tao, tears streaming down their faces, looking forward to Tang Jun's return day and night and restoring a peaceful life.

Third, banquet Taojiatingzi.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

A house with a winding path is the home of noble scholars.

When the pool is opened, it looks like a bold mirror, and the forest is blooming.

Green water hides spring days, and green corridors hide sunset clouds.

When you hear the strings, you can't boast.

Interpretation: There is a hermit's deep house in the depths of the winding path, and a noble family is a noble family. The pond in the yard is like a bright bronze mirror, and the Woods are full of flowers, which makes people relaxed and happy. The green water ripples and leaves the reflection of spring, and the Bixuan window secretly treasures the charming sunset glow. As far as the band in the room is concerned, the Golden Valley in Shi Chong is not to be boasted.

Fourth, autumn.

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Yue's group newly grinds glazed porcelain and drinks Chu Ci from Hu Er.

Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.

Interpretation: The Earth and the Moon are soaked in a tea bowl. After drinking, let the children talk back. There is no wind, no fallen leaves in the yard, and a few bugs are spinning around.

Five, Tianxiangyong Long Xianxiang

Song: Wang

Solitary smoke, layers of waves in Ryutsuki, the palace night set lead water. If the news is far away from the wind, the dream will be deeply exposed and turned into a broken soul. Red porcelain waits for fire, and it is also known at a glance. A wisp of green shadow haunts the curtains, vaguely reflecting the sea and sky.

Several times, I was half drunk. Spring lanterns, night cold flowers broken. Better, so the stream snows and the small window closes deeply. Xunling is old now, always forgetting and retaining the old flavor. Cherish cigarettes, empty quilts.

Interpretation: The solitary rocks in the sea are filled with smoke, and layers of clouds and waves appear in the first half of the month. Taking advantage of the night, Jiao Ren went to the Li Palace to collect tears.

The wind sent the bamboo raft away with the tide, and the dew of Long Xianxiang and wild rose in the middle of the night was refined and turned into a heart-shaped seal fragrance, which was sad. Long Xianxiang was put into a red porcelain box and baked with slow fire to skillfully make the ring operated by the city. After lighting, a wisp of blue smoke lingers around the curtain, as if it were ocean, air and sky.

I thought to myself, in the past, she didn't know how many times she had been spoiled. She deliberately drank half drunk and turned off the light gently. Xishan, also my hometown, is full of light snow. We closed the small window, and the feeling was really intoxicating and sweet.

Now, I am as old as Xunling, and I have long forgotten the warmth and lingering between the wine parties in the past years. In vain, I cherish the lingering fragrance of that year. I have put Sue in an empty cigarette cage to iron my broken heart.