Poems about Yao Ming

1. and Yao 1' s poems, the ancient waves travel on the moon

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.

I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?

Why do laurel trees become round in January?

The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?

Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.

After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.

The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.

Translation:

When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. Some people also suspect that it is the fairy mirror of Yaotai, flying above Qingyun in the night sky. Are immortals hanging their feet in the middle of the month? Why do osmanthus trees grow round in the middle of the month? Who is the fairy medicine smashed by the white rabbit? Toad ate the full moon badly, and the moon became dark.

After Yi shot nine suns, heaven and earth survived. The moon is confused and there is nothing to see. Let's fly away. I was so worried that I couldn't bear to go away. Sadness makes me deeply grieved.

Konakayama sang nonstop last night.

Song Dynasty: Yue Fei

I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

Translation:

Last night, I was awakened from a distant dream by the incessant chirping of crickets in autumn night. It's already midnight. Get up and wander alone on the steps. There was no sound around, and there was a thin moon outside the curtain.

Make contributions to the country, stay in history, and get old before you get old. The pines and bamboos on the mountain in my hometown are old, so I can't help talking and stopped my return trip. I want to give my heart to the lyre to play a song. But the mountains and rivers are sparse, even if the strings are broken, who will listen?

3. The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.

The clouds around the distant peaks look like dusk is coming, and the breeze in the dusk stirs the drizzle and plays with the hazy light clouds. The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.

Translation:

The small courtyard is hidden among the dark green trees and flowers in spring, the small windows upstairs are hidden, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the dark boudoir looks gloomy. A man leaned against the railing, and no one spoke, so he had to fiddle with the strings absently.

Although the cloud is unintentional, it urges the dusk to set early; The breeze blew the rain, and the breeze in the twilight blew the drizzle, stirring the dim light clouds. The pear blossoms in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and drizzle are unbearable, which really hurts the scenery.

4. Yaochi

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad.

Eight-horse car, traveling three thousand miles a day; Zhou Muwang, why didn't the default come again?

Translation:

The carved window of the West Queen Mother of Yaochi opened eastward, and only the "Huangzhuge" shocked the earth, which was sad. Zhou Muwang has eight good horses and can run three times a day in Wan Li. Why did they break the contract and never come again? white lotus

5. Bai Lianhua

Tang Dynasty: Lu Guimeng

Su Guo was cheated by others. This flower is really suitable for Yaochi.

Who feels heartless and hateful? The wind was clear that month and it was about to fall.

Translation:

Simple and elegant flowers are often deceived by gorgeous flowers. Bai Lianhua should really grow in Yaochi. No matter whether she is affectionate or heartless, who will pay attention to her? Can only be accompanied by the cool breeze in Xiao Yue.

6.pomegranate

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The willow branches are graceful, the pomegranate membrane is light and bright, and the pomegranate seeds are fresh and tender.

Can envy the peach trees in Yaochi, with a thousand years of red cheeks.

Translation:

Green pomegranate trees are graceful in the wind, and bright red pomegranate is covered with lanterns. There is a transparent film inside, and the pomegranate seeds like white jade are delicious and neat.

There is nothing to envy about peach trees in Yaochi, which is better than pomegranate trees taking root among the people. Although beautiful peaches will bear fruit for thousands of years, pomegranate can bring laughter to farm yards every year.

2. There is a word "Yao" in the poem, and Chinese poetry.

On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through. In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.

Solicit hidden thoughts.

The staff will recruit hermits, and the barren road will cross ancient and modern times. There is no structure in the cave, but there is a piano in the mountain. The white clouds stop, Dan Payao. The stone spring washes Qiong Yao, and the scales float or sink. Unless it is silk and bamboo, the mountains and rivers have a clear sound. What is that whistling song waiting for? The bush is mourning itself. Autumn chrysanthemum is also a grain, and orchids are heavy. I'm tired of hesitating. I want to vote for my hairpin.

Liu Xue tribute citrus newspaper tips.

Hu Feng blows snow and travels thousands of miles to Longshan. I gathered on the stage of Junyao and danced for two years before. This morning is beautiful in itself, so avoid sunny days. On a sunny day, the Peach and Plum Festival is beautiful.

Ancient Italian newspaper Yuan Gong Jiangcaoyan

Join the army and leave peron,

Looking at the cloudy mountains and clouds.

Different streams flow between Jinghe River and Weihe River.

Kindness is here.

My old friend gave me a sword,

Carve it in Yao and Chinese.

In a word, Phoenix is independent,

Besides, Luan has no group.

How can we make the morning breeze rise?

Easy and exquisite.

The oriole flew thousands of miles,

Crying to repay you.

Caoyetipu temple

When the bell rang on the night of Xiao Sacrifice to Yao Village, it was already stormy at Aotou.

There are peaches in the world, but there should be no meat at sea.

Chishui dreams of being fond of elephants, and Cui Hua breaks his tears.

I didn't know that the emperor was stationed in the third house, and he began to wear a dragon robe to the world.

What's more, Feng Yansi geese fly alone and live alone.

Look at it. Autumn is empty. Yao grass is short, chrysanthemum is incomplete, and depression is getting cold. In the curtain, in the moss, who believes in leisure? After the stars move, when the moon is full, the night wind shakes the branches.

More leaky Feng Yansi.

At the beginning of the night, people are close, and dreams are broken. Parrots are asleep, birds are singing, and the cold in the west is not over yet.

Red candle, half a game of chess, painting Hirayama green on the bed. Embroider the lyre,

Before the joy, my eyes filled with tears.

Jiuquanzi Feng Yansi

The clouds are deeper, and the lonely lights in the hall will be next month. Early plum fragrance, residual snow white, heavy night.

Yao hairpin was secretly sung by the fence, and the past was always melancholy. Cold wind, thin clothes, all kinds of hearts.

Que Tazhi Feng Yansi

First frost in the small garden, the grass is short, the leaves are thin and soft, and the melancholy fragrance appears and disappears. I regret that I don't care about autumn every year, and my heart aches like a dream.

The independent barren pool is inclined to the Japanese shore, and the mountains outside the wall are faint. I suddenly remembered my singing and dancing partner, and my face was full of tears when I came late.

Zuihuajian

There are countless moonsets in first frost, the courtyards are closed, the bridal chamber people sleep, the tung trees lean on carved eaves, and the golden wells are built from afar.

Knowing that the wind is cold, independence is haggard, leisure is unfinished, people's emotions are unprovoked, and they don't think about it or regret it.

3. Seek the title of Li Hanyi's poems

The white clouds are deep and loose, and the jade altar knows its weight.

After the poets dispersed on the wine, there were scattered bells in Huayang Cave.

Tour Huangshan Zhu Yan

Thirty-six peaks are high in the sky, and Yaotai Qiongyu is immortal.

If Songyang and Huangshan merge, it still needs a spring of Lingsha.

With Zheng Pei, I miss my hometown and my friend Yang Jiong.

At the beginning of bronze doors, the stone hall began to sink. Wandering in the fog is a thousand words, flying clouds are five colors.

The balcony is extremely purple and the gate overlooks Qingtian. Xuan entered the Yao room and returned to Yuyu in spring.

Xia Wen buried the sunset, and the scenery turned into smoke. There are three shortcomings in calligraphy, and the mountains are hanging around.

The peaks are falling, the feathers are falling and the running water is ringing. Although I am glad to inherit the snow, I hate the sky.

4. Poems describing Baguio: When will Baguio go back to spring? No place knows where the soul is floating and dreaming.

Heartbroken women have cried, and sad flowers want to leave. Time flies, and the river of acacia is difficult to cross.

On that day, the double shadow seemed to be in front of us, but now the dream is far away. And heaven remains our neighbourhood, tears, life and death are easy to judge.

Flying in the butterfly's dream, the flowers are gently floating in the bamboo forest. I only know that as a gentleman, I don't care about this life to save you from danger.

I must be an infatuated person in the world, born and died. Bleeding with cuckoo's blood, I will never smell it in this life and the next.

The feud is the most difficult to let go, you know, love and hate have been spared several times. Yao's broken and dissipated, and the Millennium will be lonely.

How heartless the humanitarian witch is, it is easy to be killed and caught. But I didn't see the infatuation on Qingyun Mountain. What is the red flower floating all over the sky? Untitled Baguio Kyushu Yin Lingqi sings, and the gods and demons yearn for it.

It is painful to give my blood to God. Three lives and seven lives only miss you.

What's wrong with being stuck in Yamaraja forever? When you are sad because of your feelings, you will not regret your infatuation even if you die. Baguio, the operator, is cool and arrogant, and its ringtone is eternal.

Blood insight into the truth, only with you all my life. Ten years in the ice room, I don't regret it

There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the fairy proves the true gentleman. The dead Hua Lian Espuio is also real and illusory. Looking at the bottom of the well, there are many people's hearts.

Good and evil stand forever, and dare to go against the sky for Iraq. Who can ask immediately with a horizontal stick? Ten years of memories, let memories become memories.

I beg to be alone in your boudoir, but I don't care if Bodhi provokes dust particles! Baguio jade dress and green skirt, deep in the nether world, I remember my loved ones. Death, suffering, blood hole, black bamboo forest of heaven and earth.

I would like to miss you, but please be safe. After the sad flowers flew, the bell rang until now.

Infatuated Baguio Castle Peak with Robbie's skirt, tearful flowers, full of infatuation, soul-breaking, lovesickness, bell-locking the front rain bell-I miss Baguio's courtyard in those days, the fragrance was still there, so the shadow has gone. Faint Xiao Yue remains, the breeze is leisurely, the beauty suddenly appears, the hand is slender and Xiu Xiu, and the petals are broken.

Memories of laughter, clear shadows, lonely geese dancing in the clouds. I am sad and tearful, looking up at the sky, water and green clothes.

I once held your hand and grew old with my son, and the sky was jealous. I will accompany you in this life. The past is like smoke, the ice bed is cold and lonely.

Dream a few times, in the green bamboo forest, next to the ancient well Ling Bo. Song of Eternal Sorrow-I want to know who lives in the place where flowers are hidden in the Yun Lan Trail of Postal Road.

The road is frosty, the flowers are bitter and the moonlight is precious. Qingshui's eyes are so deep that his hand wants to point to the king's mistake.

No one complains about its sadness. I can't help it, the sea is deep and the soul is bitter, and the ghosts are shining.

Suddenly, the green shadow sparkled and the innocent petals were sad. In order to explore the ruthless sea of old enmity, how do you know it's all in one thought?

Who is lonely when you * * * shed blood? The words on the cave wall are weak, and there are regrets in the bones, crying quietly. Bloodlust will eventually turn into hatred, but it will sing goodbye in Jinling.

Looking back on wishful thinking, I look haggard and melancholy. The king of the gods is full of praise for this feeling.

Xiaochi town reunited, the moss dried up, and the moon was round. I don't know what dusk it is and who is rippling in the well.

Vulpix foxes are carved with gold, while ice mills have fierce and blazing flames. Pointing out the humanitarian affairs of young people, I shed tears for the dead.

The long river dances lightly in the sea, holding an umbrella, with a faint fragrance. Jasper is light and soft. She realizes that she is full of youth, but she pauses.

There is a shallow voice in the corner of the small building, and I feel homesick. I stood in front of the steps several times and thought the wine was cold and flowing.

In order to save Iraqis, I have several skills to hide. The thunderbolt shocked the clouds and angered, looking back at the next one.

I have never regretted being alone. What accompanied me was a ray of meditation. Think a thousand times, disappointed for you, intoxicated for you.

One night, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and the leaves were screaming. Caomiao Village planted evil causes, and Yuqing Temple became a bad result.

A hundred years of wind and rain, the rivers and lakes are old, and now it is a thousand times hate. Pale and bitter, my heart is falling, and anger and resentment are soaring into the sky.

Zhu Xian controlled Emperor Lei and tried to cut off the angry unicorn. Amber and Zhu Ling are very weak, and the sword in the sky is very cold, so it is difficult to remove.

Everything in heaven and earth changed color, only the monk held the bell and laughed: "The nine ghosts punished the Buddha and sacrificed my blood. Three lives and seven deaths fell in Yamaraja, only to die for love! " Blood is thicker than the sky, and infatuation is frosty.

Don't live or die, the soul is scattered, laughing like a dream! This feeling will never disappear, and it will still be sad and hateful! I will regret it, I will remember the Iraqi people, I will be angry and resentful! Want to cut off the running water, want to raise a glass to pour a thousand worries! I want to frown, I want to collect tears! In this life, the sword is difficult to be flat. How can I hate this word and worry about it? Ten years is like a white pony. Feng Ming is dead and white. The snow is beautiful and wonderful, which can't reach Yao Cao's smile.

Suddenly I heard that Qili Cave in the scenic spot was illuminated by a wizard. Calling the soul is like a golden bell jar, but the bell is lingering.

Since then, it is difficult to wake up drunk. Who will count the flowers? Before the chill in Qiu Lai, I was full of worries about writing. Intestines and intestines are broken, the water runs, the candles go out, and the tears stop! Looking back, let him be ruthless and full of frost! I would like to ask how bitter Yao Palace is and how painful it is to thank people in the Spring and Autumn Period! It is better to go back to flowing water and blue sky to read Fu Yao! This life is full of bubbles, such as morning dew and electricity.

What should I do to solve my worries? Only Du Kang hesitates. I don't know if there is an afterlife, but I will swear not to be negative! This feeling is comparable to two birds, and this feeling is better than love.

Tai Chi is abstruse and abstruse, and Great Brahma is difficult to cross! Three-day book is also helpless, only Baguio is hard to find! ! ! How much trouble do you have to ask the mirror? Hidden Moon Yao Bo's Shadow Show Tour. The ice has regretted diving in green, so why should the west wind stay in the cloister? How many people cry when singing a spoony play? Hate snow can't be colorful, sigh and cry endlessly! ! ! Taking flowers as the name, tears as the thread-sadness as the thread-Louis Lan Yun Lingbo jade turned into sadness, but he didn't know how to burn it.

A few petals of incense are bitter, and people who are in tears are hard to say. Tears condensed into a flower god, a sad jade pattern.

However, when I asked who I felt sorry for, Shu Xian was no better than Jasper. Jasper is sad when she sings softly, just because of the cold ice.

Youth is empty, acacia is everywhere, and acacia is sad. Pity those who are infatuated and pity those who work hard to curse you.

Autumn geese in Wan Li are tired, haggard and intoxicated in the sky. The gossamer brushed the clear water and sank, and the green rose rose.

There is no sorrow on the stone when the green radish goes around the three shores. Blue waterfalls are separated by clouds, and Leng Yue reflects Yaochi.

The east wind has a dream, but it is hard to blow, blowing a tree of acacia. Suddenly, like a night of tears on the river, the lights and wind put out the cold rain.

Tears grow blood, neither sorrow nor injury. The clock swallows a hundred flowers, and the flowers wither sadly.

Where is the tour? There is no turning back when you are sad. Today, I sigh that I am as sad as jade, and that I am as sad as jade.

Tears become blood, and blood becomes wounds. Ten years of cold dew is not love. Red crow on the eyebrows, dust on the pillow, crying heartbreakingly.

Sad flowers are sad people and sad.

5. There are two poems and songs about the Yellow River in ancient and modern times, two in Yao Ming's Liangzhou Ci.

Don Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.

Wan Ren is an isolated city.

Why should a strong brother complain about willow?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky?

Into the ocean, never to return.

Have you ever seen how cute the lock in the bright mirror in the tall room is?

Although it was still silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with courage take risks where he likes.

Never point his golden cup at the moon! .

God has given me the ultimate useful talent.

Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! .

Boil a sheep, kill a cow, and increase appetite.

Let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .

Master cen.

Dan Qiusheng.

Invite for a drink

Don't stop.

Let me sing you a song! .

Let your ears listen! .

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? .

Let me get drunk forever and lose my mind forever! .

The sober people and sages of the past have been forgotten.

Only great drinkers can be immortalized.

Prince Chen gave a banquet in the Hall of Completion.

Ten thousand coins in a barrel of wine, with a lot of laughter and one-liners.

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? .

Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! .

Galla chinensis

1000 gold qiu.

Give them to the boy in exchange for good wine.

I'll sell you 10 thousand

Huang Zhongkun's Yellow River Water, Zhang Taotao's Yellow River Wish, Yellow River Chorus, Defending the Yellow River, Yellow River-Bao Bida.

Xintianyou:

Yellow river boatman song

Do you know dozens of bays of the Yellow River in the world? There are dozens of boats in dozens of bays.

Dozens of boats, dozens of poles? Dozens of rich people came to move the boat.

I know there are ninety-nine bays of the Yellow River in the world, and there are ninety-nine boats on ninety-nine bays.

Ninety-nine boats and ninety-nine poles. Oh, ninety-nine of those rich people came to move the boat.

Folk songs:

The yellow river is rolling and the waves are turning, and the cowhide raft is used as a boat.

The Yellow River winds in eighteen bays, and Ningxia got up and went to Tongguan. Who is the first scenic spot in Wan Li? It's also called Qikou Treasure Mountain.

6. Seeking a beautiful poem with the word "Cloud and Yao" 1, Tang Dynasty: Xu Yanbo's Snow in the Garden.

A thousand bells of holy wine hung over the royal banquet, and six auspicious English branches were bound.

In other words, this immortal is worried about Qiongpu, so why wander to Yaochi?

2. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Bai Mudan (and Money).

See flowers in the city and go camping at dusk. Regardless of China people, they also occupy the peony name.

Locked in the deep palace, there is no sound of horses and chariots. Only Bachelor Qian walked around the cluster all day.

Unfortunately, this quality is not popular. People thought I was exclusive and transplanted it into the atrium.

Leave the scenery at night and welcome the light first. The heart is quiet, and the air is relative.

Tang Changhua, climbing and competing. Compared with the color, one looks like Qiong Yao.

Because it is rare and expensive, this one is more expensive than light. I know that there was no positive color at first, and love and hate followed human feelings.

Is it just a flower that dominates, and reason and personnel are integrated into one? You can see fashionable people, Yan Zi and Hong Ying.

3. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Out of the Mountain

Singing fairy poems in the morning and singing Wei songs in the evening. Lying in the clouds and sitting on the white stone, fifteen nights in the mountains.

Go out of the hole with the water and return to the rock bamboo. Come back sooner or later, my heart is green.

4. Tang Dynasty: Zheng Yuqing's Enjoying the Ancestral Temple Music

It is glorious to open a building to eliminate violence. Three yuan is killing me, and four poles have to run.

Golden branches and green leaves, bright candles and bright Kun. Like Deyizhai, it celebrates Tang Sun.

5. Tang Dynasty: Li Shimin's "Xi Xue"

The blue sky is foggy, and Dan is rolling in the sky. Leaves are full of clouds and snowflakes are everywhere.

If the light building is bright pink, the screen will gather suspicious sand. Yang Liufei to Liu Xufei, put on some plum blossoms.

According to the terrace full moon, floating beads and foil dew. Yao Jie is short and long, and jade trees compete with each other.

English children are tired and white, and Yu Fenghe holds the element. Intermittent gas will sink and wander around the sunset.

It's a good year to be ashamed of Tibet. It is forbidden to fly cranes and dance in Yichuan.

Recite the songs of orchids and enjoy bamboo.