Poems about the hazy beauty of love

1. What are the poems about "hazy beauty"? 1. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar and didn't let us see it. Pipa tour

2. Two bends are like frowning brows, and a pair seems to be happy but not happy. A Dream in Red Mansions

3. Think about what jade looks like; A plum blossom is frozen in the Chun Xue. Huanxisha

If you don't spit it out, you will get angry. An Ode to the Goddess of Luo

The moon is bright and beautiful. My figure is graceful and light, which makes me miss my heart. When the moon rises, there are many people. My gentle posture is soothing, which makes me miss and feel sad. The moon came out, lit up and was beautiful. My elegant steps are elegant, which makes me miss my heart and be agitated. The Book of Songs Beyond the Moon

6. The people on the side are like a moon, with frost and snow on their wrists. Southeast Fly the Peacocks; The Peacock Flies Southeast

7. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water The Book of Songs

8. Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence and see Nanshan leisurely. Drink Tao Yuanming

9. Mountaineering is full of emotion, while watching the sea is full of meaning. How much I can do will go hand in hand with the wind and cloud. Wenxindiaolong

10. There are no birds in the hundred mountains and no footprints in the thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan

Definition of hazy beauty:

Hazy beauty means that beauty is not fully revealed, which makes people feel breathless and intangible. It's like the feeling that "she still hides half a face behind her guitar from us" and "refused to welcome", which makes people daydream. Its image is vague, its concept is uncertain, and its implicit beauty can be understood but difficult to express. Its characteristic is to express ambiguous content in some vague and implicit form, so that the appreciator can get some aesthetic enjoyment through guessing, imagining and understanding.

2. Graceful and graceful, hazy and beautiful, poetic love poem: yellow; Feng Feng returned to her hometown and traveled around the world looking for her Phoenix.

I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.

Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them. Magnolia Zhang Xian had a dream of meeting each other when he left, and the horseshoe dust outside had moved. The songs of complaint are reserved for him to listen to when he is drunk. They are too far away to be seen in the air. Who knows tonight * * *, pipa groove swallowed the phoenix. Nothing in life is more affectionate than the river and the mountains are not heavy. Nine must have let Hu go to Dongshan in a fog for the sake of elegance, so why not take the red dress and take the back car? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king.

You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building.

My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.

The tallest building is covered with old worries and blushes. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder.

The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times.

Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed.

Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries.

When will the old love be over? Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve. When Zhou Bangyan leaves the forest, the apricot falls on the golden plate.

Soft teeth are afraid of tasting acid. Unfortunately, it's half broken and purple, and it's printed with small lips.

In the south, I have nothing to do. The rain is full of stains.

Needless to say, a spring wound is all between the eyebrows. Go home with a whip and a hangover.

There is a light rain at night, and the wind of the double swallow dance is oblique. The mountains are endless, and the water is endless.

Send the taste of spring, miss the distant feelings, and pay Huayang. Love Poems in The Book of Songs: Guan Ju (Nan Zhou in The Book of Songs) Guan Ju's pigeon is in Hezhou.

A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.

A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day.

Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.

A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right.

A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her. Jia Jian (The Book of Songs Qin Feng) Jia Jian is pale and frost for thousands of years.

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

After a long time, the Millennium is not clear. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Evil (Han Yuefu folk songs) evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! Looking at the moon and thinking of a person in the distance (Zhang Tang 90), the moon is full at sea now. At this time, Tianya * * * brings a separated heart, and the night is long and considerate. Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get dark. Although I put on my coat, it didn't get warm, so I left my message to the moon and still had a dream. The moonlit night (Tang) by the river is even with the sea level, and the moon is born on the sea.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Jinse (Don Li Shangyin) I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like interval. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart cried in the cuckoo. Mermaids cried their pearl-like tears in the moon-like green ocean, and the blue fields breathed their jade in the sun. The moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) ended with empty words, and the moonlit building was at five o'clock. Dreams are far away and it's hard to cry, and books are pushed into ink. Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, musk embroidered hibiscus micro. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan. And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. The east wind rises, the flowers bloom, and the spring silkworm dies. Every night, the candle cries and the wick changes, but I dare to sing at night and the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to go in Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) Last night, the wind was windy, and Guitang East was on the west side of the painting building. Without Cai Feng's wings, the heart is in harmony. Spring wine is sent to the hook every other seat, and the candle is covered with wax.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Ying Huan (Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty) went to the West Building alone without words, and the moon was like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.

It's not just the general taste. The waves of sand make the rain gurgle outside the curtain, and the spring fades away.

Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Wu Ye Tiao (Southern Tang Li Yu) thanked Chunhong and was anxious. The cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Queqiaoxian (Guan) skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars spread grievances, and silver and Korea are dark.

When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Yu Linling (Song) is chilling and sad.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. Feng (Song) leans against the dangerous house.

Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke.

Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk.

When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt.

It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. Jade case yuan (Song.

3. The misty poetry is beautiful and untitled (1) Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: The boudoir time was as early as before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Note: 1. Untitled: Since the Tang Dynasty, some poets often use the title of "poem" when they are unwilling to mark the topic that can express the theme.

2. silk exhaustion: silk is homophonic with "thinking", and "silk exhaustion" means missing until death. 3. Tears begin to dry: Tears refer to candle oil when burning, and pun here refers to the tears of lovesickness.

4. Xiao Jing: Dress up and look in the mirror in the morning; Yunbin: A woman's beautiful hair is a symbol of her youth. 5. Pengshan: Penglai Mountain, the legendary fairy mountain on the sea, is a metaphor for the place where mourners live.

6. Bluebird: a mythical messenger to the Queen Mother of the West. Appreciation This is the most famous love poem among many poems with the title "Untitled".

The whole poem revolves around the first sentence, especially the words "Don't be embarrassed". "East wind" ends the season, but it is a metaphor for people's lovesickness.

Because of lingering feelings, people are as lifeless as dead spring flowers. Three or four sentences are a portrayal of mutual loyalty and vows of eternal love.

The fifth and sixth sentences respectively describe the feelings of depression, resentment, indifference and even decline caused by not meeting each other. The only thing we can hope for is the idea in those seven or eight sentences: I hope the bluebird can spread acacia frequently.

Untitled (2) Last night's star, last night's wind, is in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

The preface of Untitled is full of fragrance, and people return to drizzle. The painting building is full of spring scenery, who laughs at the whole city.

Untitled "One" is lonely, with lingering spring dreams and cold flowers. You can dance the breeze and wave the blue shadow, but it is difficult to leave the railing of the old moon.

Sadness is stupidity and resentment. Why keep it a secret from others? There is nothing in the vows, and the truth is everywhere! "Untitled" should also be cherished second-hand, and this feeling is also gentle everywhere. Your heart and your feelings will eventually change, and I love and hate it.

I didn't guess yesterday, but now I have become a stranger. Dream like love birds, crying day and night! "Untitled" three people who say that the pain of lovesickness, who said that hate things are born! Why is the heart strong and afraid of ruthless rain, and the soul is broken?

In my dream, the moon is full of fragrant fog, and the flowers in the clouds are so purple and light. There is no chance to make a promise in this life, so let's live and die together! "Untitled" has four fragrant memories, but the jade shadow is hard to stay.

Acacia has been suffering from the same pain since ancient times and has never been divided into two kinds of worries. Love can be deeper than sadness and joy, and hate is at most light and thick.

Alone in the moonlight, I should be lonely and ask you where you have been in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The five articles of Untitled are empty of many talents, and we should know that Luo is a fairy.

Ruthless flowers for love, intentional grass abandon pity. Book slips are deeply ashamed and speechless, and litchi fragrance is hard to say.

If tenderness is true, don't ask fate at other times! When "Untitled" recorded osmanthus fragrance six times, it was infatuation to laugh at me. Poetry is like tears at the bottom of a pen, and tears are like poems in the heart.

I mistake rude feelings for mistakes, and when I am frustrated, I have a new understanding. Chang 'e may not be autumn water, but Liu Yue is like a thrush.

Untitled "7" Love and hate in the hazy flower season, I feel like a beautiful girl to you. Unintentional witticisms often have many solutions, while intentional nonsense is just a few reasons.

In the past, idleness was very strong and chic, but recently it has become terminally ill. Jin did not dare to raise bluebirds, and her dreams faded.

Untitled postscript * Goodbye, say goodbye, goodbye. Cloudy temples, red lips and tears.

Ask new things casually and politely, and occasionally mention old things and linger. Who are you asking on the bridge to be happy? The stars tried their best to ask God for mercy! I got married before I became famous, and this life is the next life.

Untitled how difficult it is for Li Shangyin to get together, and it is even harder to leave; Farewell in late spring is like the east wind withering. Spring silkworms spit silk until they die; The red candle set itself on fire, and the tears dried up.

Make up in front of the mirror in the morning, lest you change color like a cloud; It's sad to sing to the moon at midnight. Penglai fairyland is not far from here, Qin Jade Bird Messenger, please come and visit me.

[Solution] As far as poetry is concerned, this is a love poem that expresses two of a kind's death. However, it has always been believed that there may be implicit trust in personnel relations.

Starting with the word "difficult", it is pointed out that it is not easy to get together and it is even harder to leave. Delicate feelings, rich and colorful language, extraordinary pen. Couplets compare spring silkworms to crimson wax, which is very wonderful, painful and firm.

Then the neckline writes Xiao makeup in front of the mirror, caresses the temples and hurts itself, and counts itself; It's a trick to sing in the dark and Leng Yue covers himself. Persuade yourself to cherish, be kind and cherish, but be bitter and considerate, which can be described as a thousand turns and a gentle face.

Finally, I wrote a letter hoping that the messenger would spread good news frequently, which means graceful singing, bright future, and really a beautiful place. A few words of spring silkworm are excellent for thousands of years.

One is that you said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave any other trace for me, except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

Second, a misty rain blew from the east, and the wheels made a faint rumble on the other side of Furong Pool. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

On one occasion, a big lady took a fancy to a poor young man from behind the screen, who was a concubine with a pillow. Acacia * * flowers compete for hair, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

Third, it's late spring, and it's temporarily dry at night. When I met the right person, it was already late spring.

The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry. I am ashamed to wear a tuxedo, and I am ashamed to look in the mirror. Back to Hengtang in the evening, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle.

Fourth, where to mourn Zheng, there is no time to delay, and Sakura Lane hangs on Yang 'an. If the old woman in the master marries or doesn't sell, the day is March and a half, and Princess Liyang is fourteen years old. After Qingming, she will look at the same wall.

After returning to the exhibition, the exhibition turned to the fifth viewing. Yan Ziliang heard Li Shangyin's untitled sigh. It was a long time before I met her, but it was longer. Because we broke up, the east wind has risen and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Xiao Jing, but the clouds change, but she dares to sing with the cold moonlight in her evening. There is no way to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

It's hard to see each other, and it's hard to part. In addition, the weather in late spring, the east wind is coming, which makes people even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, candles burn to ashes, and tear-like wax oil can drip dry.

Women who dress up in front of the mirror in the morning are only worried that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.

The other person's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, just out of my reach.

4. The most romantic and hazy love sentences, poems, articles, etc. Don't be so vulgar. Ten years is too long to live and die, and you forget it without thinking.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!

Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night

Put up with a thousand dollars for a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

A thousand-year dream, the past is as light as water. At the end of the song, people are scattered. The Millennium dream was awakened.

Looking at the Millennium is a smile? Are they tears? What is uncertain is hope? Is it despair?

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.

Lonely and ownerless, the day is heavy and bitter, and the night is full of dancing. The cold moon hangs in the air, the wind blows the veil and my heart is broken. Bow your head and move flowers, and the east wind will play tricks on you. The face is better than the whole city, but there are feelings, and the eyebrows are light.

Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it?

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

Tears can be chased after, but incoherent words are hard to send.

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.

Old meaning, vicissitudes of life, remember, sad person. White hair and withered lamps travel all over the world, and once lonely, they turn into hangovers.

Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?

A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!

How much is a one-night stand for lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long.

Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.

This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you.

What's wrong with being drunk for you? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up!

Wangfu, the river is long; A woman turned to stone and never looked back.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

5. Ancient poems describing the beauty of love come naturally and are beyond words-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han >

It takes a long time to lift a finger, and two feelings are the same-Han Yuefu folk songs >

When those red berries come in spring, the branches in your south are in full bloom. Take them home for me as a symbol of our love.

When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw away your childhood-Don Li Bai >

On the moon, willow shoots, people meet at dusk-Song Ouyang Xiu >

If you don't think about it for a day, you will frown a thousand times-Liu Song Yong >

Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn-Don Li Shangyin >

Last year, today, peach blossoms set each other off in this door. People don't know where they have gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze-Don Cui Hu >

6. There is a famous saying about hazy beauty in Qin Feng Jiajian.

The Millennium is frost.

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long;

Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

This is sad and sad, and the Millennium is not happy.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

This song presents us with a pair of affectionate and reserved lovers. "Pick it up with your hands and melt it with your body" and "melancholy distance" create an unattainable but yearning spiritual realm, which makes the poetic artistic conception bright, hazy and faint. It is conceivable that the place where the Iraqis are is a clear river. On the other hand, a person "follows it" and chases it upstream and downstream in the hope of catching up with him. But the journey is too long, surrounded by water on three sides, and Iraqis are in the middle of the water, facing each other across the water, unable to communicate. This creates an illusion, a picture of a water beauty. On the mirror-like water, in the illusion of lovers, beauty seems to be covered with a veil, and it is like a graceful new lotus in bud. In the face of such a picture, you have no other thoughts, but you are moved by the deep and reserved, persistent and loyal love view in the poem and express your sincere appreciation.

Untitled

Author: Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Two songs without titles

Author: Li Shangyin

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .