Ancient poem about candles (author·name of ancient poem)

Li Shangyin: The brocade curtains were rolled around Mrs. Wei for the first time, and the embroidered quilts were still piled up across Ejun. Hands down, jade pendants are flipped randomly, and tulip skirts are danced with bent waists. Shijia candles have never been cut, Xun ordered the incense burner to be smoked. I am a colorful pen passed down in a dream, and I want to write flowers and leaves and send them to the morning clouds. It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight is cold when I sing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, but the bluebirds are diligent in visiting. Four Poems from Yantai·Winter Li Shangyin The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the female phoenix flies alone and the female dragon is few. The white rocks of the Qingxi River are not facing each other, and the green and wild fields in the hall are far away. The frost and flowers on the frozen wall are hidden, and the fragrant roots are cut off and the fragrance is dead. The boat rides on the waves to recall the toad, but the moon goddess may not be the moon goddess. Chu Guan's barbaric strings are full of sorrow. After dancing in the empty city, his waist is supported. At that time, joy was sold in the palm of my hand, two sisters with peach leaves and peach roots. The broken servant girl is short and fallen into the cold, the white jade swallow hairpin is the golden cicada. The windmill and the rain are gone, and the candles cry red to complain about the dawn. Du Mu's "Autumn Eve" The cold autumn light of the silver candle paints the screen, and the small fan of the light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, but it seems heartless to sit and watch Altair and Vega, Du Muqing. I feel that I can’t stop laughing in front of the bottle. I still have the heart to say goodbye and weep for others until the sky understands the candle poem. The white jade is chilly. It was a spring night in the Forbidden City. The candles in front of Wang Jianqiu's bed were dim, and the remaining light was still blowing when the clock was late. The young palace people were not asleep. Bai Juyi returned home half drunk and walked leisurely to the east of the lake. His horse whip was beating on the stirrup, and the wind was still flowing. The halberd door is opened and the candle is red. It is a snowy night. Li Langzhong visits and gives Bai Juyi a pity for the snow tonight. It attracts the high-spirited people. The light in front of the red candle is as bright as day, and the green felt tent is as warm as spring. Liquid, a foot of white jade dust in the atrium. I want to stay with you, and the poem, wine, and love are due to the dream. The candle sent by Gong Chui is similar to that of Liang Chu, but the new lotus is not as beautiful as the water. The two will be received by the king, and they will be introduced into the book next year. [Note: The prime minister will hold two candles when he enters the court, and each of the remaining officials will have one.] Cold food (one is the cold food day) Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city of Han Dynasty, and the east wind is blowing and the willows are slanting in the evening of Han Dynasty. There are candles in the palace, and the light smoke spreads into the Huaqing Palace of the Wuhou family. I feel that the old king Jianchen has come to the Chaoyuan Dynasty to express his urgency. The moonlight in front of the chariot is shining in tears, and the wind is blowing away the gold locks of the princess's makeup. The jade lotus blossoms in the imperial concubine's soup hall. Sometimes I hear heavenly music outside the clouds. I know it is the late emperor who came to bathe and sit with his friend Wen Tingyun in the empty window. He is bored and hates the difference. Screen. Unfortunately, the hairpin is white in autumn, and the candle is still an inch red. I should roll up the curtain to look at the white teeth. In the mirror, I see Wu sending Li Xiaoshu to Jiadao for good luck. At night, it is the year of the Phoenix. In the spring breeze, in front of the inscriptions and candles, the husband, the wise, and the wise wife heard that Li Yi met the emperor and sent it to Xue Neng. The book was written by Ju Hai. The family is poor and begging for food. My son is not worried about being late. The ancients only like to travel leisurely on the river pavilion. From then on, the music and the war are stopped. There is no way for the Han soldiers to be barbaric. **Cut the Western Window Candle, ***When it rains at night in Bashan, the peaches on the sea are easy to ripen, and the moon is always full in the world. Only when we break up the hairpins and separate the lovers, it is often difficult to see each other again. This love must be asked to the sky. Tears, the incense burner is full of smoke. There is a sense of desolation and despair. There is no string left in the Qinzheng. It is said that the string string is high and the moon is full. The butterfly is still in the dream. When old age fades away, the beauty comes. The bright mirror is like a dream. The candle is half-caged with gold and jade, and the embroidery and incense are burning alone. It is difficult to say goodbye to each other. The eyebrows are only for sorrow, and I am ashamed to see the two mandarin ducks. The candles are burned into red tears. The candles burn with warm fragrance, and the moon falls in the sky at the beginning of the day, like beads in the orchid hall. In front of the bottle of tears, the candles of Zheng Guxian leaked out, the palace curtains were still and the clear light was revealed. The spring red of the painting pavilion was trying on the makeup. Why did you hate it? The ashes floated in the dark and fragrant. Passionateness is more obvious, and it shines down on the singer's journey to Yanliang. 107 Respondent: Eat konjac powder to lose weight - Median Wizard Level 8 2007-8-16 00:27 Let me comment >> Questioner's evaluation of the answer: Thank you and thank you for the relevant content below?6?1 Write An ancient poem about candles.

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