What ancient poems praise the eyes?

The ancient poems praising the eyes include: children's songs in the Tang Dynasty, poems by Huayang, a poet with two rhymes, a fortune teller who sent Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang, Liang Shanbo who left early, and the homesickness of Deng Guanggu's battlefield.

First, Don Gore

With jade and eyebrows all over his head, Du Lang is a real man!

The bone is heavy, the temples are cold, and a pair of pupils cut autumn water.

The bamboo horse wags its green tail, and the silver phoenix steps half an arm.

The master's charming mother demanded the correct value, and the book was full of laughter.

Big eyes and big heart, so don't forget the singer's surname is Li!

Author: Li He

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Source: full Tang poetry

Vernacular: As tough as a bone and as black as a snail's eyebrows, Du Jia Xiao Lang is really a good man. I am dignified and calm, and I will become a pillar in the future, like a pair of eyes cut by autumn water, crystal clear. Riding a bamboo horse to play, green tail branches and leaves swaying, phoenix-shaped silver Zhui Er dazzling jump on the vest. There is a beautiful little girl in the East who wants to marry him. He refused with a smile because he had other ideas. Du Lang is far-sighted and ambitious, and his career will be brilliant. At that time, don't forget my singer's name is Li!

Second, "Shui Long Yin, the second rhyme Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"

Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.

I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.

Author: Su Shi

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Source: Song Ci

Vernacular: It looks like a flower, but it doesn't seem to be a flower. No one pity it and let it fall to the ground. Leave it on the roadside in my hometown. If you think about it carefully, it seems heartless, but it is full of affection. The injured heart is soft and graceful, and the eyes are blurred. I tried to open it, but closed it tightly. With a confused wind, I was looking for my sweetheart, but I was ruthlessly called up by Huang.

I don't hate this kind of falling flowers, but I complain and resent the fact that the West Garden is all red and withered, and it is difficult to regroup. Where do the flowers fall after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and turn into a pool of duckweed. If we divide the beauty of spring into three parts, two of them will turn into dust and one will fall into the running water without a trace. In detail, it seems that it is not all flowers, but leaves people with crystal tears.

Third, "operator, send Bao Haoran to eastern Zhejiang"

Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown.

Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers.

Take the spring water and send you back.

If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.

Author: Crown

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Source: "Random Records of Changing Zhai", Volume 16

Vernacular Chinese: water is like a beauty's flowing eyes, and mountains are like a beauty's frowning. Want to ask pedestrians where to go? To the place where mountains and rivers meet. I just sent Spring away, and I want to send you back. If you can catch up with spring when you go to Jiangnan, you must keep the spring.

Fourth, "Dead Hua Lian Jujube Line"

The full moon is full of surprises, the darkness is uncertain, and it is even more leaking. The pulley leads to the gold well.

Arouse clear eyes. Tears froze in my neck, red and cold.

Hand in hand, frosty wind blowing the shadow on the sideburns. Don't worry.

Upstairs decay across bucket handle, showing that people are far away from chickens.

Author: Zhou Bangyan

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Source: Muslim Ci

Vernacular: The moonlight is bright and the crow is restless. If it leaks too much, it will be disabled, and the sound of shaking the wheel to draw water will reach the ear. This voice made the woman's expression more agitated, and tears shed in her bright eyes. Tears didn't break all night Soak red cotton in the pillow.

Hand in hand came to the courtyard, and the autumn wind blew the beauty's temples. Parting parties are reluctant to part, and the sad words of parting make people unable to bear to listen carefully. Starlight shines upstairs, and bucket handle emerges. The dew is cold, and the Iraqis are drifting away. Occasionally, the sound of morning chickens echoed with the footsteps of people in the distance.

Five, "Nostalgia of Guangwu Deng Ancient Battlefield"

Lu Qin rushed to the weeds and chased them like a roof.

Wang Xiang is full of breath, and his eyes are bright and purple.

Breathe 8,000 people and run wild in Jiangdong.

Red essence beheads the white emperor and enters the customs.

Two dragons don't jump together, and the five latitudes are in the same sky.

Chu has no ambition, Han has success.

Press the sword to clear the eight poles and return to the wind.

Yi is in Guangwu, and even the soldiers fight to the death.

Give me a piece of the action. Your majesty is your grandfather.

There are historical sites in the war, and the barriers are falling.

Fierce tigers roar in caves and valleys, and hungry eagles sing in the autumn sky.

Xiangyun ranks at dawn and kills He Changhong.

It is noble saints who make waves, but ordinary Confucianism is safe.

Indulge in the children, and the wild words are not the most popular.

Touching the Yellow River Song, I scoffed at Ruan Sizong.

Author: Li Bai

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Source: full Tang poetry

Vernacular: The throne is like a deer running in the wild grass, and the hero is chasing after it like flying grass. A pale, intense eyes. Commanding 8,000 people from Jiangdong, I am afraid to go to the world. Gaozu was beheaded by the White Emperor at night, and the wind and cloud entered the customs. Two dragons cannot leap together, nor can the five elements in the sky. The demise of the King of Chu failed to show his ambition, while the prosperity of Hanwang could achieve Wang Ba's career. Hold the sword to pacify the world, return to your hometown and sing loudly. In the past, the king was in the army, and both sides gathered all the soldiers to fight to the death.

For the sake of the world, if you want to cook my grandfather, please give me a bowl of soup. My father is also your father. The war has passed, leaving only historical sites, and the walls of wartime barracks have long been pulled down and collapsed in the high sea. Gaozu is like a tiger roaring in a cave, like a male heron singing in the autumn sky. There are clouds in front of the battle, and the situation is like Changhong. It is the action of the Great Sage to pacify the disaster. How can shallow and pedantic Confucian scholars accept this important task? Ruan Ji was an alcoholic and called Liu Bang an upright man. This crazy and extreme statement is unfair. In the winding Yellow River, I clap my hands and smile. Ruan Sizong is really ridiculous.