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Poems describing geishas
1. Poems about geishas
Poems about geishas 1. Looking for some poems sung by ancient geishas
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi
The emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and it is a pity that Guangcai was born in a family.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
The slow singing and graceful dancing of silk and bamboo make the emperor look down on him. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of heartbroken bells in the rain at night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu. He hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all the same, with Taiye hibiscus and willows still growing. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this?
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in the Liyuan have new white hair, while the prisoner in the pepper room has old moths. In the evening hall, fireflies fly and think quietly, and the solitary lamp is exhausted before they fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.
In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and if you turn to Xiaoyu, you will be rewarded with double success. Hearing that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out. The bun in the clouds is half fresh, and the flower crown is not neat.
The wind blows and the fairy's sleeves flutter, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, dust and mist are visible. But the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpin is sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin to form a fan, break the gold hairpin into two halves. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with great care and sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
The autumn cries of Luowei are heard in Jinjinglan, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The solitary lamp is confused and distraught, rolling up the curtains and looking at the moonlit sky, sighing.
The beauty is like a flower across the clouds, with the blue sky above and the waves of the Lu River below.
Sauvignon Blanc is heart-breaking.
The Book of Songs "Guan Jiu" by Zhou Nan
Guan Guan Jiu is on the island of the river. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.
The waterlilies are mixed and flowing from left to right. A graceful lady, I long for her.
I can’t get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.
Pick the waterlilies from left and right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp.
There are different kinds of water-lilies, with leaves growing on both sides. A graceful lady, played by bells and drums
The Book of Songs Qin Feng "Jian Jia"
Jian Jia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it, the road is long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
Jian Jia is miserable, and the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is on the water.
Follow it back and forth, but the road is blocked and you can advance. If you travel back from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water.
Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.
2. Poems about prostitutes
"Prostitutes"
Era: Tang Author: Shao Ye
If the sky allows people to ascend, The green hills are ever higher.
If there are many people in the land who are poor, the underworld is deep and has no water.
Measure all the emotions of creation, and everything will be perfect.
How to go to Qingming and see it as flat as a stone.
The sun is shining brightly in Langgan, and there is no Luoqi in the sky.
But seeing the momentum rising, it will always be like this.
Show off for a while and wander around Jiuquanli.
One is dust and does not learn how to fall down a building and die.
"Yue Zhen Song (Yue Zhen, a Guangling prostitute, recorded by Hanlin Yinshe people)"
Era: Tang Author: Xu Xuan
Yangzhou has many resorts Among the beautiful people, the name of the beautiful one is Yuezhen.
During the 14th and 5th year of the first year of Yuezhen, he could play the pipa and was good at singing and dancing.
A weak willow tree branches in front of the wind, and the delicate orioles in the flowers talk in all kinds of ways.
There were many sages in the imperial capital of Yangzhou, among whom Yin Dechuan was the sage.
At the beginning of Tokugawa's life, he was a master of Lunwei pen.
In front of the flowers and under the moon, or when you are wandering around, the moon is like an old acquaintance.
The quiet courtyard and deep courtyard of Zixian's house have a solemn door and no ordinary guests.
Wei Yuezhen is sitting under the curtain, teasing the pipa man for the photo.
Once Yin Lang crossed the river, he lazily performed the solitary luan dance in the mirror.
We followed each other in the morning clouds and dusk rain towns, and met under the stone city.
In February and March in the southern spring of the Yangtze River, the city is covered with fragrant dust.
Listening to a song across the wall is someone from Zixian's house.
The green window embroidery shows the dawn, and the lingering fragrance of the remaining candles curls up.
I feel bitter and sentimental even though I am away from my heart, and my soft barrier is silent in the empty cage.
When Yin Lang entered the Hanlin Academy in the winter, the official office in Jiuxiao turned dark.
The desires in the human world are invisible, but Xiangyue really has her old heart.
I am ashamed of what I am doing. I always feel that my vision is false.
The back alleys are closed in depression, and you can visit me under the Hengmao together.
The people in my hometown are foolish and chaste, and they are often ruthless when singing and feasting.
Ever since he first met Yue Zhen, he has gained the reputation of being crazy.
If Yin Langyue really listens to me, how long will it take for you to be young?
Following the beautiful scenery in good times, Teacher Mo said that lovesickness is painful.
3. Poems describing prostitutes
Jiang Kui, Liu Yong... many ancient poets have written.
The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Li Bai's "Dairing of Wine": Wine, gold, Wu Ji's fifteen-thousand-slender horse. Indigo, thrush and red brocade boots, Taoist characters are not correct and she sings charmingly. I am drunk in my arms at the tortoise-shell feast, but what is wrong with you under the hibiscus tent!
Bai Juyi's "Happy Meeting in Jiangnan, Xiao Jiuche Gives Fifty Rhymes for Telling Old Games in Chang'an": "We returned to the deep courtyard together and entered the bridal chamber separately.
The colorful curtains are opened with emeralds, and the mandarin ducks are brushed by Luo Jian. Those who stay overnight fight to hold hands, and those who are greedy for sleep occupy the bed. The green window casts a shadow on the water, and the red wall backlights. The cable mirror collects the flowers and invites people to untie their crotch. She wears dark makeup and smiles, and whispers the scent of lipstick. "
"Inscribed on Li and Ma Erqi after Drunk": "The details of the waving clouds and flowers in the bun should be like the colorful clothes taking advantage of the orchestra. The dancing skirt is as deep as fire, and the song is about to make smoke. The wind can turn the road back to snow, but no one can suddenly spit out lotus flowers. It is suspected that the two hearts are undecided, and the goddess in the rain is the fairy in the moon. "
Du Mu's "Two Farewell Poems": Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
Qin Guan's " "Man Ting Fang": The mountains are covered with light clouds, the sky is covered with fading grass, and the sound of drawing horns cuts off the Qiaomen. I pause to talk about the old things in Penglai, and there are thousands of jackdaws outside the setting sun. The flowing water flows around the isolated village. At this time, the sachet is secretly released, and the robe is lightly divided. When will the brothel be saved? , Gaocheng looked out, the lights were already dusk.
"A Cluster of Flowers": "I saw my teacher tonight, my cheeks were red with wine, and the sparse curtains were half rolled up, and there was a faint light, and there was smoke on the dew. It's cool and hairpins are thrown around. I can't afford to cling to others, and sing new lyrics with tears in my eyes. ”
4. Ancient poems written by the Yellow Emperor about prostitutes
Emperors are hard to find, but there are many literati who wrote about them.
Business girls who don’t know the hatred of losing their country, across the river Still singing about the flowers in the back garden.
Li Bai's "The Wine": Wine, gold, Wu Ji's fifteen-slender horse, green and black, thrush and red brocade boots, singing in the arms of the tortoiseshell feast. Drunk, what's wrong with you under the hibiscus tent?
Bai Juyi's "Xiao Jiuche was happy to meet in Jiangnan and gave fifty rhymes to Chang'an old games": "We returned to the deep courtyard together and entered the bridal chamber separately. The colorful curtains are opened with emeralds, and the mandarin ducks are brushed by Luo Jian. Those who stay overnight fight to hold hands, and those who are greedy for sleep occupy the bed. The green window casts a shadow on the water, and the red wall backlights. The cable mirror collects the flowers and invites people to untie their crotch. She wears dark makeup and smiles, and whispers the scent of lipstick. "
"Inscribed on Li and Ma Erqi after Drunk": "The details of the waving clouds and flowers in the bun should be like the colorful clothes taking advantage of the orchestra. The dancing skirt is as deep as fire, and the song is about to make smoke. The wind can turn the road back to snow, but no one can suddenly spit out lotus flowers. It is suspected that the two hearts are undecided, and the goddess in the rain is the fairy in the moon. "
Du Mu's "Two Farewell Poems": Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom branches are on the head in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
Qin Guan's " "Man Ting Fang": The mountains are covered with light clouds, the sky is covered with fading grass, and the sound of drawing horns cuts off the Qiaomen. I pause to talk about the old things in Penglai, and there are thousands of jackdaws outside the setting sun. The flowing water flows around the isolated village. At this time, the sachet is secretly released, and the robe is lightly divided. When will the brothel be saved? , Gaocheng looked out, the lights were already dusk
"A Cluster of Flowers": "I saw my teacher tonight at the age of 18, my cheeks were red with wine, the curtains were half rolled up, and there was a faint light, and there was smoke on the dew. It's cool and hairpins are thrown around. I can't afford to cling to others, and sing new lyrics with tears in my eyes. "
Liu Yong's "Fighting Hundreds of Flowers": The palace waist is slender. She is just about the age of hairpins. She has just been aroused by the romance, and she has a double bun with a hanging poplar. When she first learns strict makeup, it looks like she is slimming her figure. I am timid and shy about my affection. I am so charming in my behavior. I don’t pity my good son-in-law first. It’s late at night and I don’t want to get into the quilt.
"Miscellaneous Introduction" writes: "Only after the hairpin year, when I first married the cloud servant girl, I started to learn singing and dancing. I honored her at the banquet, and the king and grandson made promises to each other. It's just a matter of idleness, but if you smile, you will lose a lot of money. I am often afraid that my time is easily changed and my time is wasted. I have been favored by you, and I mainly like flowers. Wanli Danxiao, why not go back together hand in hand. Forever give up, companion of fireworks, don't teach others to see my concubine, morning clouds and dusk rain. "
"Magnolia":
"Xin Niang has been able to sing and dance since she was a child. Clusters, singing a new voice, "Quan Yanfu",
"The insect lady's movements are gentle, and she leans on her beauty every time she whirls." "The snow lingering on the dust is all wonderful."
Yuan Mei's "Ji Gong Biography Chapter 25": Fireworks and prostitutes dress up beautifully, and the bridegroom changes every night. A pair of jade wrists can be used as pillows for thousands of people, and a little bit of red lips can be tasted by thousands of people. . Pretend to be shy and have a fake heart.
Welcoming the new and seeing off the old, I shed two lines of shy tears.
Yan Rui's "Businessman": It's not that you are in love with the world, it seems that you were misled by the past. When flowers fall and flowers bloom, they always rely on the emperor of the East. If you go, you must go, and if you live, you must live! If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is.
Jiang Kui: Good flowers don’t belong to the people who love them. Sparkling waves. I am afraid that the spring breeze will return and the green will become overcast. Where to find jade diamonds? Mulan's sculls dreamed of clouds. Xiao Hengchen. I wander towards the foot of Gushan Mountain to look for Yingying. The green bird crows in spring.
Xue Neng's "Gift to the Singer": Every word brings a new sound, and turning the throat is like hitting coral. When listening to it, there is some sound in the sitting part, but after singing, there is none in the cherry blossom leaves. Hanpu disdainfully heard about the false interpretation of the pendant, and Linqiong used it in vain. Anyone who has to stay in a brothel is a fairy, not a husband.
5. Looking for some poems about brothels
Reminiscing about brothels
The broken bricks and tiles seem familiar,
The whispers of the lonely swallow are also friend.
I still remember the time when I was drunk and wealthy,
The water of the Qinhuai River was full of rouge.
Sighing at the brothel
Looking up,
The food is cold,
The remaining snow is all over the wooden bed,
In the past The green hair is all white frost,
People are old and their pearls are yellow,
The evening scene is even more desolate.
In the old days, we knew more and were less infatuated.
We have forgotten each other’s oaths.
Ask the sky!
What is my crime?
Everyone I encounter is a heartless man!
What was once a hibiscus flower is now a rootless grass.
How long will it take for Israel to serve others?
1. Zhangtai willow, Zhangtai willow, whether it was green in the past or not now, even if the long strip seems to be hanging down from the old, it should be broken by other people's hands.
It originally refers to Han Junping from the Tang Dynasty. He was separated from his wife Liu during the Anshi Rebellion. After the war, he didn't know if his wife was still alive, let alone where she was or whether she had remarried? So he asked someone to bring a bag of gold and a page of poetry to search for his wife's whereabouts.
Ms. Liu, who had been separated from her husband for several years, had already cut off her hair and became a nun. While sobbing, she wrote back a poem called "Willow Branch": "Willow branch, full of beauty, I hate you every year when I leave you." . A leaf suddenly announces autumn with the wind, even if you come, it will be broken."
Later, Zhangtai Liu was used as a metaphor for a prostitute
2. The joy of sleeping is strong, but the sound of chickens is broken. love;
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