Are there any poems about bells?

1. What are the poems describing bells? 1. Nanxiangzi wrote an inscription for the dead woman.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Tears are silent tears, but they just regret the past and don't cherish your affection. Want to bring your photos back to your party, your tears can't break your heart. You can't draw your face.

The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You woke up early, I was still dreaming, crying as deep as the wind, and the sound of the wind continued until dawn.

2. Ling

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu

The bell rang at night but Qin, and Zhang Hui's new song was still missing.

The dragon said that the emperor and the tears taught that no one was in the south of the moon.

3. Linjiang Xianzi

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.

Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.

4. Man Jianghong, Mrs. Dai Wang

Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang

How beautiful is the pipa outside the sand? The most bitter thing is that a flower moved from Yao Huang to Xianque. The queen mother celebrated the banquet, and the immortal's tears filled the golden plate. Listen to the palace, rain bell in the middle of the night, rest.

The clouds are gone and the fragrance is gone. Bronze camels hate it, so to speak. I want a generous man. Looking back at Zhaoyang leaving dusk, the sad copper finches welcome the autumn moon. I don't want to be like heaven, but I'm short of money.

5. "Wrong in the DPRK"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Shuhe's strings are irrelevant and covered with clouds all day. Cherish the light feathers and retreat the powder, and the weak floc thinks it is flat.

The east wind is eventful, and the residual cold blows away, slightly warming up. Look at a curtain of red rain, for whom to tie the flower bell.

2. The poem about bells is 1, and Liangzhou Ci is one of the three.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

Border town, geese fly low at dusk, asparagus gradually gathers.

Countless clocks have passed the cymbals, so you have to carry them to Anxi.

Low-flying geese appear in the border town in the evening, and reeds are struggling to grow. A group of camels, full of goods, moved slowly with the jingle of camel bells. The westbound camel caravan should still transport the silk to Anxi through this avenue.

2, Shuilongyin, hunting from the handsome national game Nanyang, and Zhong Ze's house is here.

Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen

Hunting from Shang Shuai's national weapon in Nanyang, traveling with Zhong Ze and Ding Yu.

Teenagers shoot tigers and become famous, and red feathers wait for food. Jin Zhong Jin Ling, a thousand riding on the plain, the stars flow. The road breaks and dives, and the fog boils, long and high. Look at the empty valley in Sichuan, the standard is moving, they are proud, they are fighting, fighting all their lives.

The bright moon drummed on the city, how was the night, and the army had a high banquet. Jianghuai vegetation, central plains fox and rabbit, first came from afar. Peng, a beggar, may just be an ordinary eagle dog. Ask Rong Yuan if he will blow a whip to untie the arrow of Tianshan Mountain sooner or later.

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I followed Shang Shuai's national weapon to hunt Nanyang, and made an article on this matter with Zhong Ze and Zhong Ze.

Young Tiger Shooting Hero, commanding Red Feather Thousand Troops, careless. With golden bells hanging from their heads and gorgeous bibs, thousands of riders follow the vast plains and run like meteors and lightning. There was no way for the birds to escape, and the horses ran wildly in the dense fog and formed a long queue. Look at the silent valley, flying with flags and full of ambition, as if it were a victory in my life.

The bright moon hangs high on the city platform, and the gongs and drums are far away. What are you doing in the camp at night? The general who returned home with a full load gave a banquet in Gaotang. The vegetation in the Jianghuai area and the foxes and rabbits in the Central Plains, on hearing the prestige, gave up without a fight. Han Xin and Peng Yue, who have made outstanding contributions, are just eagles and dogs driven away by people. When will Shang Shuai ride his horse and whip, and three arrows will set Tianshan Mountain?

3. Chao Chongcuo, Shu Xian and Zhu Qin are irrelevant.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Shuhe's strings are irrelevant and covered with clouds all day. Cherish the light feathers and retreat the powder, and the weak floc thinks it is flat.

The east wind is eventful, and the residual cold blows away, slightly warming up. Look at a curtain of red rain, for whom to tie the flower bell.

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The touching voice of the harp can't touch my feelings. I covered my mica screen all day, and one person was injured. I have secretly pitied the butterfly for losing its powder, and I am even more dissatisfied with the weak catkins floating in the water and turning into duckweeds.

The spring breeze in eventful autumn blew away the residual cold and made it warm and intoxicating. Outside the curtain, red petals fall in succession. Who else can you tie the flower bell for?

4. See Zhou Songzai.

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

See monarch, yue Jue Zhang. Yang Yang, Longqi, the epicenter of the clock. The cymbal skin has light. See Zhao Kao rate, reward it with filial piety.

Live by eyebrows, always keep and think of the emperor. Fierce words make the people prosperous, bless them more, and capture the city with pure land.

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The vassal made a pilgrimage to Zhou Wang for the first time and asked Zhou Wang for new regulations. The dragon flag fluttered in the wind and the bells jingled. The bronze ornaments on the bridle are shining, and the beautiful ornaments are shining. Pay homage to the spirit of the late king and ask God to enjoy the filial sacrifice. Pray for a long life, health and happiness. Civil and military officials are all princes and princes, and the late king gave you many blessings to make your career brilliant forever.

Lin Jiangxian had an appointment last night.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.

Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.

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Last night, I made an appointment with my lover to meet at midnight. The leaky pot on the rostrum shows that it is midnight. There is a crescent moon in the sky with several stars. The night is coming to an end, and she is still waiting. It's quiet, only the mouse has been watching under the lamp.

He must have been delayed by something. I really shouldn't hate him for breaking his promise. There was silence outside the small railing, and no one came. Only a few gentle winds are blowing the flower bell, reminding her how lonely it is to wait alone, which can only increase her sadness.

3. The poem about bells is 1, and Liangzhou Ci is one of the three great poems in the Tang Dynasty: wild geese fly low in the border town of Zhangji, and asparagus grows longer.

Countless clocks have passed the cymbals, so you have to carry them to Anxi. Low-flying geese appear in the border town in the evening, and reeds are struggling to grow.

A group of camels, full of goods, moved slowly with the jingle of camel bells. The westbound camel caravan should still transport the silk to Anxi through this avenue.

2. The waterspout was hunted by Shang Qi in Nanyang and Zhong Ze in Fuben Jin: Yuan Haowen was hunted by Shang Qi in Nanyang and Zhong Ze in Fuben. Teenagers shoot tigers and become famous, and red feathers wait for food.

Jin Zhong Jin Ling, a thousand riding on the plain, the stars flow. The road breaks and dives, and the fog boils, long and high.

Look at the empty valley in Sichuan, the standard is moving, they are proud, they are fighting, fighting all their lives. The bright moon drummed on the city, how was the night, and the army had a high banquet.

Jianghuai vegetation, central plains fox and rabbit, first came from afar. Peng, a beggar, may just be an ordinary eagle dog.

Ask Rong Yuan if he will blow a whip to untie the arrow of Tianshan Mountain sooner or later. I followed Shang Shuai's national weapon to hunt Nanyang, and made an article with Zhong Ze and Zhong Ze.

Young Tiger Shooting Hero, commanding Red Feather Thousand Troops, careless. With golden bells hanging from their heads and gorgeous bibs, thousands of riders follow the vast plains and run like meteors and lightning.

There was no way for the birds to escape, and the horses ran wildly in the dense fog and formed a long queue. Look at the silent valley, flying with flags and full of ambition, as if it were a victory in my life.

The bright moon hangs high on the city platform, and the gongs and drums are far away. What are you doing in the camp at night? The general who returned home with a full load gave a banquet in Gaotang. The vegetation in the Jianghuai area and the foxes and rabbits in the Central Plains, on hearing the prestige, gave up without a fight.

Han Xin and Peng Yue, who have made outstanding contributions, are just eagles and dogs driven away by people. When will Shang Shuai ride his horse and whip, and three arrows will set Tianshan Mountain?

3. Zhu Qin, the wrong Shu string in the DPRK, is irrelevant: Nalanxing's Shu string, Zhu Qin, is irrelevant, covering the clouds all day long. Cherish the light feathers and retreat the powder, and the weak floc thinks it is flat.

The east wind is eventful, and the residual cold blows away, slightly warming up. Look at a curtain of red rain, for whom to tie the flower bell.

The touching sound of the harp can't touch my feelings, and I am injured with a mica screen all day. I have secretly pitied the butterfly for losing its powder, and I am even more dissatisfied with the weak catkins floating in the water and turning into duckweeds.

The spring breeze in eventful autumn blew away the residual cold and made it warm and intoxicating. Outside the curtain, red petals fall in succession. Who else can you tie the flower bell for? 4, Zhou Song, see the pre-Qin dynasty: anonymous, see the gentleman, and seek the chapter.

Yang Yang, Longqi, the epicenter of the clock. The cymbal skin has light.

See Zhao Kao rate, reward it with filial piety. Live by eyebrows, always keep and think of the emperor.

Fierce words make the people prosperous, bless them more, and capture the city with pure land. The vassal made a pilgrimage to Zhou Wang for the first time and asked Zhou Wang for new regulations.

The dragon flag fluttered in the wind and the bells jingled. The bronze ornaments on the bridle are shining, and the beautiful ornaments are shining.

Pay homage to the spirit of the late king and ask God to enjoy the filial sacrifice. Pray for a long life, health and happiness.

Civil and military officials are all princes and princes, and the late king gave you many blessings to make your career brilliant forever. 5. Lin Jiangxian personally made an appointment last night: Nalan Xingde personally made an appointment last night, and Yancheng Yulu stayed for three nights.

A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.

Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside.

Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells. Last night, I made an appointment with my lover to meet at midnight.

The leaky pot on the rostrum shows that it is midnight. There is a crescent moon in the sky with several stars.

The night is coming to an end, and she is still waiting. It's quiet, only the mouse has been watching under the lamp.

He must have been delayed by something. I really shouldn't hate him for breaking his promise. There was silence outside the small railing, and no one came. Only a few gentle winds are blowing the flower bell, reminding her how lonely it is to wait alone, which can only increase her sadness.

If you want some poems with bells, you can stop speaking in Lishan language. If the bells ring with tears, you will never complain.

-Mulan Ci Nalan Xingde

Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.

—— Nalan Xingde, Linjiang County

After seeing a curtain of red rain, who is Hua Ling?

-Chao Zhongcuo Nalan Xingde

He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking.

-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

The bird's tail blows frost grass, and the golden bell shakes rosy clouds.

-The title of the book is Li Wei, Taoist priest's room

Warm cage bell pavilion, jade hook on fiber.

-Curtain Li Qiao

It is also a banquet bell pavilion, and Xie Shou is also brilliant.

-Send Li Zong and Yuanwailang to Changzhou Lulun.

Rain bell is not acacia. Forty cents is better than five cents.

-Liu Chenweng sapphire case.

Jade feather sheath, golden bell.

Lu Liusheng Zhao Lin

5. Who can help me write a poem or composition about the clock? Please, I have a small bell, a blue bell with a blue circle, and two green balls outside. They are very nice. There are two small bells. Tintin is ringing very beautifully in winter, winter and winter. I like it very much.

On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents and I went for an outing in the park, taking my beloved Jason Chung with us. Just as he was walking, a little white dog came running head on. It's cute, with white feathers, big eyes and a black nose. The puppy came up to me, stopped suddenly and wagged its tail at me. I thought it must be hungry, so I gave it a ham sausage, and the little white dog ate it with relish. We walked away while it was eating.

At noon, when we got home, my mother opened the door. I was just about to enter the door when I heard a dog barking behind me. I looked back and saw the puppy I met in the morning. When I squatted down, it put a bell around my neck. I think it must like my little bell. Give it to him. I'll ring the bell and hang it around the little white dog's neck. The little white dog jumped up happily, then bowed deeply and left happily. At this moment, it dawned on me that the little white dog was going to perform everywhere. It needs a bell very much, so it is in a hurry to find a bell.

Although I lost my beloved Jason Chung, I am still very happy, because we should share some beautiful things with you.

Snowflakes are flying and children want Santa Claus.

Put the presents in socks,

All children's dreams,

Everything was found and shining.

Those snowflakes are a luxury.

With a holy heart, floating into the distance.

To Santa Claus,

Can hear wishes.

It is said that Santa Claus lives in that hut.

Listen to your child's heart.

Everyone is like ice.

Christmas sleigh, jingling bells.

In an instant, I entered the child's dream. ...

The bell rang.

The wind rolled up the snow.

Buried all the roads

The rain was wrapped in snow.

The Pentium of the frozen river

Willow crawled in the snow.

The sound of jade chips came from the pine trees.

A small tile house like an igloo.

blasting fuse

The last flame has burned out. ...

Suddenly, "Jingle, Jingle"

The wind chime in front of the window told me

Spring has passed Wuling Mountain.

Sorrow is like a dead vine winding around a tree.

Disease is like a frost blade.

Wormwood in front of the door is sad.

Who else will knock on the door on a moonlit night?

A pot of green tea is boiled until dawn. ...

Suddenly, "Jingle, Jingle"

The puppy's bell told me

She is my eternal loyalty.

The afterglow fell into the deep valley.

The road ahead is hidden in the jungle.

Thorns are like nets, hooks and lids.

The Necromancer Nebula.

Hungry at dusk

Cry to the crow ...

Suddenly, "Jingle, Jingle"

The wind chimes of stupa told me

Walk to her lamp

Touch the glass and smell it.

Especially when you are a teenager.

The pride of holding a cup

Raise your head before setting the steps.

Blurred the image of birds.

The muddy old eyes are dripping with water.

Two lines of empty sadness ...

Suddenly, "Jingle, Jingle"

The bell on my grandson's foot told me

My soul and body are eternal.

6. Are there any poems about wind chimes? Purple wind chimes shake purple wind chimes with life. In the rainy years, there is a warm song dancing in my ear. In the years accompanied by wind chimes, I was awakened from confusion. No matter day or night or dusk, the gorgeous purple wind chimes hanging at dawn keep ringing in my heart. Bell, bell, bell rang my dream, bell rang my heart, bell rang my lover, and my love years were seamless. Sorrow and separation will last forever and remain unchanged in my feelings. I am loyal to my purple wind chimes in spring, summer, autumn and winter. The song that has fallen into time, the original green leaves have left the branches, the sad yellow leaves have fallen, and the white snow has lost its original color, reflecting my dazzling and romantic starry sky and bright moonlight. Think about how long it's been since I watched the stars with you. I feel bitter and sorry. My life has deprived me of a lot of happiness that you should enjoy. Suddenly, the bell that disappeared for a long time, bell, bell rang in my ear. Zhong, my purple wind chime, thank you for your persistence. Calm down, feel the breeze gently, and listen to the sweet bell struck by the purple wind chime. The bell is ringing, and the memory of it comes to mind. My heart suddenly lost consciousness in pain and fell asleep in the fantasy of making a promise. The gentle drizzle falls into my memory. Pieces of clean white clouds float in the sky I look up at, accompanied by Rinrin. The bell fluttered and the fire of commitment ignited in my heart. I still try my best to look forward to the long purple swaying, lingering and clear, like a spring water flowing with unwilling blood. My promise is that I don't want you to swing in the strong wind. I don't want you to swing in the big waves. I can't bear to let you continue to bear the wind and waves. I hope that one day you can stay with me and not face the stormy waves for your purple wind chimes. I looked at the falling paper cranes scattered on the ground under the rough waves. At the foot of the wind chimes, I can't help but think of the cowherd and the weaver girl facing each other thousands of miles away. Probably because of my willfulness. Maybe it's because paper cranes with wings don't fly in the blue sky. Purple wind chimes blow up your charming hair. Looking at you affectionately, you are still beautiful and chic. Your smiling face is still so bright against the sunset glow. I can't bear to reach out and touch your figure reflected by the bright sunshine. Your figure is as charming as ever, attracting my eyeballs. The bell is still gently soothing the bell, the bell is still ringing quietly, and the bell is still ringing the greeting bell. The bell is still full of tenderness. I still follow the bell to find your beautiful trace. With the bell, I embarked on the road of life. I like purple wind chimes. I use the wind of life to blow you to be a sweet bell forever. Ring my purple wind chime, you wake up my heart, you wake up my purple wind chime, you wake up my life, my purple wind chime ... = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It is a silent pulse. Around the clock. Did you hear that? Unless all the winds are diverted, the bells and towers are removed, this annoying tone can't be banned, because my heart is a high and low wind chime, ringing and ringing, knocking on one person's name one by one. Breaking wind chimes: Breaking wind chimes breaks my heart.

When the wind blows again, it won't jingle any more. The laughter and laughter of the past remained.

It was not the wind that gave her up, but she chose to look forward to the happiness of the past. Parts of the broken wind chime were scattered all over the floor.

That is a string of blue heart-shaped wind chimes. The moment of disconnection was wonderful.

Just for a moment. What's left is a ray of sadness.

The blue heart is separated from the line. There is a voice in my ear, which sounds sweet and harsh. My heart is completely broken, my heart is really broken.

The life of wind chimes is over. When the wind blows as usual, it is still soft and gentle.

There seems to be something missing, which is the sound of wind chimes. She stopped jingling.

The laughter of the past has disappeared, leaving only faint memories and some sad memories. Wind chimes! Wind chimes! I miss your old voice; I miss your optimistic mood; I miss your happy face.

Can you give me another sincere smile? It's heartbreaking Let's glue it together.

The wire is broken. Let's connect. And hung you in the window.

Let the wind blow your heart again and make you jingle again. How about wind chimes? Broken heart, sticky, and a scar.

The thread broke and then there was a knot. Never, never, never go back to the original state.

Let me hide in the corner and look forward to happiness with the happiness I once had. Finally, she hid in a corner.

Looking up at her happiness. No laughing, no crying, calm and quiet.

Wind chimes, this is not you. Think of you in the past, how happy you are.

Don't you remember? I've learned that some pasts are not forgotten, but unwilling to touch. Tu Xiangqi (Tu Xiangqi), the author of "Swaying Wind chimes", is still crying a song without words in the wind in front of Nanchang window. Hentai has been eclipsed for generations, years and decades. The rain rustled sadly. The prodigal son is still a prodigal son with black hair and frost, and the bluestone in the heart song is slowly swallowed up by several rains. Only the wandering people are destined to be lifelong, and the ancient and still swaying wind chimes have disappeared in front of the window.

7. Is it like "bells swallow, flowers wither and cut acacia?"

Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is hard to pay.

Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, don't cut acacia, can't bear to care!

The bell swallows and flowers fade, and the figure is getting thinner and frosty.

Love is bitter, life is bitter, and infatuation is only ruthless.

Sad, forbearing to look back, regretting, difficult to get along with.

Admiralty crisp eats blood by mistake, and is always accused of infatuation all his life.

Tianya road is never far; Children's intentions are always stupid.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, and all beings crawl.

There are thousands of stars in Qian Qian and the moon is bright; The sky is cold, as cold as frost.

It's funny that everything is like a straw dogs, and whoever covers the rain turns over the clouds!

Komatsu, the moon is like frost,

People are like floating flowers, injured for more than ten years, three thousand years,

I hope we don't forget each other.