Poetry about the beauty of porcelain 1. What are the poems about porcelain?

1, tea cane pith is exhausted, and porcelain merchants have no Xie Yu as a jar.

Entering the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Explanation:

Boiled tea soup and squeezed cane pulp are packed in porcelain jars as good as jade jars and can be taken to the boat for drinking.

2, red porcelain is waiting for fire, and it is also known that ice rings jade fingers.

Tian songwang

Explanation:

Long Xianxiang was put into a red porcelain box and baked with slow fire to skillfully make the ring operated by the city.

3, plain porcelain snow fragrance, like fairy nectar.

Tea-drinking Songs and Cui Shi's Making Prince: Jiao Ran in Tang Dynasty.

Explanation:

There is a blue tea soup floating in the white porcelain bowl, such as the slurry from the core of the fairy tree that fell from the sky.

4. The crescent group grinds porcelain and drinks the words of Chu.

Autumn Song San: Qin Guan

Explanation:

The ground moon ball is soaked in a tea bowl. After drinking, let the children talk back.

5. The porcelain burned in Dayi is light and strong, and the buckle is like the legend of mourning Yujincheng.

Qi Dayi Porcelain Bowl Wei Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Explanation:

The porcelain bowls fired in Daduyi are light and strong, and the sound is as sad as jade, and they are famous in Jincheng.

2. What ancient poems describe the beauty of porcelain?

The quality of pearls is comparable to that of mirrors, and flowers and birds are lifelike.

There are thousands of Zhu Ying, and amber is full of brilliance.

Fine lines, such as ice cracks, can stand side by side in jade pots.

Blue and white glaze conveys beautiful colors, and Fiona Fang is shaped like a container to hold beads.

The color is pink-blue, and the veins are like eel blood and ice skin.

Ye Tao Xinping Zhao Han and Tang, Song and Ming porcelain treasures pearls.

Vivid and gorgeous as a beauty, warm as a flame.

Not only do Zhushan stay strong, but spring scenery has spread all over the world.

After the rain, the clouds break, and the future is like color.

The autumn wind dew has opened the kiln, and it is greener than a thousand peaks.

It's good until midnight, and the tragedy is over in the middle of the night.

Yun Lan is broken after the rain, so color will make the future.

He Nianbi is like a spiritual rock, crushing Qiong Yao into mud. Ye Baoye opened up Buddha land, and Qi Dan Ti-Chen Ming Feng Ming.

Find it yourself.

3. Poems describing porcelain

He Nianbi is like a spiritual rock, crushing Qiong Yao into mud. Ye Baoye just opened up the Buddha's land, and he was angry with Danti-

Ming, people

Yixing Kiln and Poetry

Hemei charity likes drinking tea.

Song Ouyang xiu

Cold invades the diseased bones, only thinking about sleeping, flowers fall and spring worries are not awake.

I like * * * Ziou singing and thinking, and I appreciate your elegance.

Fried tea poems

Song sushi

Running water can also cook a living fire, which will attract the deep feeling of fishing.

A big float puts the moon in the spring urn, and a small spoon divides the river into night bottles.

Tea rain turned over and blew my feet off. The wind still sounded like diarrhea.

Instinctively forbidden three bowls, Jiangcheng is longer.

An uncle thanked Hu Qiu for his kindness.

Ming Xu Wei

Huqiu spring tea is beautifully baked and steamed. Why worry about seven bowls?

Qing Ruo's old name was Grain Rain, and the new jar purple sand was bought in Yixing.

However, since May, the wind has stirred Yi Deng.

He told Wu Nongtong that he would put the jade pot on the book.

Yongchacha

Qinggaojiang village

The regulation is simple, complex and fine, and can be kept in captivity.

Shanjiaya is called the first, and the clear spring is good.

Self-made Qing dynasty

zhen banqiao

Sharp mouth, big belly and high ears make you proud that you are not hungry or cold.

A small amount can't hold a big event, and two or three inches of water can make waves.

Zanshao tycoon's ichthyosaur pot

Li Jingkang, Republic of China

Purple sand is as smooth as jade, and the fragrance and fog are ripe at first.

Seven bowls can produce two axillary winds, and one cup can diminish inflammation.

A pot is like a pot, and whoever comes out is immortal.

I like unglazed red porcelain.

Gaozhuang

I love unglazed purple sand. I am brave to meet you.

Don't rely on clothes to support your value, but love you naturally.

Xiao wrote it for Feng Benqing.

Lin Gudu (Mao Zhi)

Yesterday's sages skillfully made simple utensils, and the rules imitated the respect of pots from Bo Gu.

I offer spring to Shi Dabin, and I measure fire and water.

From the past, the author did not follow the monthly order of the clock.

Jing Xi Taufis Fu Tao, Huang Heng as precious as mud and sand.

Tea set is the first in the world, and the model of appreciation lies in people.

Powder and tin molds are indisputable, and plain porcelain is like a couple.

Righteousness remains unchanged, which can keep tea and soup fresh forever.

Don't hold it carefully if you move it. It has been on for a long time.

Recently, I heard that you have a friend Quanzi, whose elegant style is exquisite and beautiful.

Teaching spring tea to pour into the mountain spring is no more humiliating than using up the bottle.

With this treasure, I rewarded Wu Dong, but I defeated Fang Ping's jade pot.

I like to collect Ruan Guanglu and give it to Feng Jinwu.

Jin Wu was overjoyed. He wrote a painting called Tao Bao.

Praise like Le Ming for a while, praise like Rockett for a thousand years.

The pottery production line to Chen Mingyuan.

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Jingxi pottery is ancient. Ask who and Xu wrote it.

The light color is unusual when the sediment begins to pass through the shovel.

Later, many workers imitated the same thing.

When Chen Yi set out, he thought cleverly, far exceeding his second son.

The tea set is newly made in Fiona Fang, and the rocks, locusts, fire, dust and wind are all relaxed.

I am a stranger, and I have been in contact with you.

Give me a pair of arms, which are quite unusual and look like the head of Hongmeiling.

I've been addicted to alcohol all my life and I'm curious. I can drink it to benefit the king.

There are many people who pour silver and jade, and breaking wood does not mean that the yellow and yellow are not connected.

The factory box announces the furnace to leave some knowledge, and the fragrant medicine bowl is dense.

I am so grateful for the pearls and jade in the world, but I am afraid to envy a grain of soil at the head of the stream.

You can't see the wheels flattening the old wheels, and you can't see the furnace cutting like a god.

Ancient people had many skills, but Chen Sheng and Chen could not compare.

4. Poems, famous sayings, words and sentences about ceramics

Three Gorges poems

1. Say goodbye to Baidi Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day.

Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.

-Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"

2. See Jiu Feng in the Twelve Wushan Mountains, and the bow is full of autumn colors.

Morning clouds and dusk rain muddy empty language, apes cry moonlight night.

-Su Zhe's Wushan Fu

3. The boat turned to folk songs, which didn't surprise you.

White waves rise across the river, with teeth like a snowy city.

-Su Shi's new beach

Sailing alone in the blue sky, the Yangtze River is flowing in the sky.

-Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

5. The Wuxia Gorge of the Three Gorges in Badong is long, and the ape cries three times.

-folk proverbs.

6. Dajiangdong went to the waves and scoured out, and he was a romantic figure through the ages

-Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"

7. The gorge is full of Asahide, with flat mountains and wide waters and floating cities.

—— Guo Moruo

8. Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

-Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"

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Ancient poems describing the magnificent Three Gorges;

Li Bai's "Building Bai Di City Early": "The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man."

Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain: "Leaves fall like waterfall foam, but I think the long river always rolls forward."

"On Mount Wan Ren, there are thousands of feet of water. Between the two cliffs, there is a reed in the wide gorge. " Bai Juyi's Thought of Entering and Leaving the Gorge

Li Bai, the early arrival of Baidicheng

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Li Zhishe, the second master of Zaqu Pavilion.

Jingmen beach is fast-flowing, and apes on both sides of the strait are filled with smoke.

Watanabe should have been an official when he was young, but Xiling could not be returned when the moon set.

The martial arts clouds open the goddess temple, and the shadows of the red trees in Qingchi are uneven.

When I was in prison, I asked each other from the beginning that there was no parting at the seaside.

There are thousands of trees in stone walls, and white clouds cover hibiscus.

In the last year of Zhao Junxi, Shan Juan had the strongest color.

The twelve peaks want to be lower in the first month, and the crows are empty on the banks of the river.

Lonely boat returned to the East overnight, tears spilled in the spring breeze, remembering Jian Xi.

Xilingxia Yang Jiong

The cliff overhangs Wan Ren, and the long wave shoots thousands of miles. The board door is thin, and the south China is surging.

The capital of Chu was once full of flowers, and the high hills looked at it. Once Qin Jun invaded, Yiling was submerged by fire.

The four dimensions are no longer fixed, and it is difficult to rely on it. Dongting was suddenly embarrassed, but Meng Men was not there.

Since ancient times, water has flowed into the gorge. Travel and talk, the wind and waves are endless.

And in the land of Yujian, the magnificent letter is beautiful. If mountains and rivers have spirits, a thousand years will reach out to friends.

Chen Ziang, a sentimental poem.

Chaofa alone bamboo, Haoran thinks of his hometown. I can't see my hometown, and the road is separated by Wushan Yang.

There are no colorful clouds in Wushan, and the high hills are looming. I stood looking for a long time, tears stained my clothes.

I'm homesick. I think of King Xiang of Chu. Where there is no cloud, the state of Jing also falls.

Xiaoxingbaxia Wang Wei

In summer, I turned my attention to the Three Gorges, and in spring, I recalled the Imperial Capital. A woman is having fun in Qingjiang River, and a crow is in the morning.

The water town is in the city, and the mountain bridge is tree-lined. Climb out of the well and look at two lumens.

People speak different languages, and warblers are the voices of ancient countries. Lai's mountains and rivers are very interesting and feel a little alienated.

National martial arts Longmen Shenquan chess

The Longmen is not carved by Yu, and its wonder is the work of nature. Southwest out of the dam, not with the mountain.

The long sinus stretches for five miles and is embedded in the air. There are turbulent diving stones, waterfalls and aquatic winds.

There is no running water day and night, spraying in the Longmen. The pool is unpredictable, and algae hang rainbows.

My business is all about seasons and months. Jiang is also very diligent, and it is difficult to be poor.

The situation will save the opportunity to refine medicine in Shandong.

The second Shen Quanqi in Wushan High School

Twelve witch peaks, closed and hidden. Overlooking Pipa Gorge, overlooking Yunyutai.

Ancient tea depends on the sky, and the waterfall comes every day. Why did the night ape suddenly cry, and Wang Jing's pillow opened.

Goddess set in Gaotang and Wushan. Pei Hui went to beg for rain, and Grace Fu went after Wang Jing.

Movie Jiang Qianluo, Foreign Minister of Lei Shengxia. There is no auspicious rhyme, and the pavilion is pale.

Wushan, Gao Lu, Zhao Lin

I can't see Wushan, but I will see the next dynasty. Don't rap about the difference between an ape tree and a fairy cloud.

Surging waves and chaotic veins, showers and dark peaks. Touch the petticoat here, love is far away.

5. Poetry related to ceramics

Send Song Peng Li Ruzhi, a poem by Xu Tuntian, to the floating beam to burn porcelain skillfully, and the color is better than Qiong Jiu.

I never like you alone because of the official illness. Older people sigh and engage in ancient times.

Yong Jingdezhen Wuranting Ming Temple Zhou Zongtao House leans on the shore, and the boat sails back to Jiang Lai every day; Workers don't have to be smart, this device can throw away the materials in the county. Give Hao Jiuming and Li Rihua a gift to find cinnabar in the city, and the pine sound cloud is empty from the pot; You light the Liu Xia lamp and go to Pan Lanting Jiuqu Spring.

The book presented to Hao Nineteen Yu Heng Xuan Kiln is very thick, and the world name is Hao Nineteen; There are even more beautiful poems. I look back at Lushan Mountain. White jade and Phnom Penh plain porcelain tires Qing Li Hong (Qianlong) white jade and Phnom Penh plain porcelain tires, carved dragons and painted phoenixes cleverly arranged; Exquisite and exquisite, you can see the green hills in silence.

Title Xuande Ruby Red Glazed Bowl Qing Li Hong (Emperor Qianlong) When the rain falls over the feet and the clouds hang down, the sunset shines alone; The mud is clear and the iron is stained with cinnabar. This bowl of pottery is fine in color. Li Hong (Qianlong) in Ji Hong bottle of Yongxuan kiln is dizzy like Xia Jihong after rain, and the fire is slightly roasted; The cinnabar in the world is not what it should be, and it is difficult for western gems to be the same.

Flower arrangement should make flowers blush, which is more hollow than painting. In 2008, the porcelain of China Dynasty was unparalleled, and the kiln was called the first in the coming year.

Don't let you decide the official songs, let alone the quality of Yongle blank? In the play, Jpua, Cheng Qing and Xu Jinzhai claimed that pottery boasted about the previous dynasty and the collection price was higher than Yinglin. Jing yuan has been casting for 300 years, and recently pushed Langyao.

Lang Yao, formerly known as Zhongcheng, is fond of ancient balance essence. Fishing for legal algae has been raging for three thousand years.

Fan Jinhe's earthenware is the oldest. Some officials decided to look for your firewood, which was searched on the ground and unearthed.

Zhong Cheng is fond of the past and has a legacy, and his politics is idle and artistic. After the rain, the sky is blue and jade red, and the palaces and temples are bright and resplendent.

Beauty Lang Feiluo, a wandering beauty in Jingdezhen, has nothing to see when innocent girl comes here. Looking down, the whole place is like a burning fire, and three thousand stoves smoke together.

The sky is full of fog, and the smoke keeps turning like a wheel. The yellow luster condenses the brush and the flowers turn into red clouds.

Back in the town, the factory felt it was obvious that Tang Ying had returned to the ancient town, and Guangdong was like a dream. The heart of the mountain remains unchanged, and the state of human feelings is life and death.

There are still thousands of merchants, and pottery smoke is still five colors long. There is a struggle for identity on the roadside of the elderly. Although people are old, they are not decadent.

Ding Mao returned to Yunyang in the middle of winter and stayed in Zhushan pottery for 20 years. Qing lives by the river and Yu 'an lives in his hometown. It's raining in Bili Village, Ma 'anshan, and the wind of the duck tail boat is light.

The uncanny workmanship is outside the flute and drum, and it is appreciated in the Tao. The frost remover said to Yunyang Road, and maple trees are like spring trees.

Yao Minxing produces fine porcelain in Jingdezhen, Jiaba, shenqing, but porcelain is not handmade; Artisans came from all directions, and artifacts became the world. There are many people living in Ye Tao, and his career has not even kept pace with the times; The rich make money and the poor work hard.

The index finger is a million cigarettes, and Chinese and foreign Jia Kezhen; There are many ants and leeches in the rough house, and pottery candles and cows fight. Urban Humby Bear, floating color E79FA5E98193E59B9E7ad943133361323032 Give a thumbs up.

Poems on the Yangtze River (choose two): Qingling is like gold, heavy water hammer catches the river open, and it doesn't rain for miles; The mud is thicker and the rice is chiseled. Pray that the ship will not return to town. A hundred kinds of fine porcelain are hard to choose, and Ji Hong and Ji Cui are better than Qiong Yao; Therefore, there are no foreign products in the basin at home, and I don't envy Ge Kiln and Ding Kiln.

Fu Zhu Liangzhi Ci (choose one) Zheng Qingfeng's factory and the green fields in the clouds, Jia Chuan berthed in Wu Peng in the rain; In the dead of night, the dream of returning home was awakened, and the kiln fire was bright red on both sides. Tao Yang Zhi Zhu Ci (choose nine) Zheng Tinggui grasshopper honeycomb lane crooked, blank workers painted blue and white day and night; Now they are all from other provinces, and there are several local kiln gangs.

White glaze is removed from the blank house, and loess is packed in the box factory; In the dispute of getting on and off the ferry, the firewood boat closed and the boat sailed. The firewood on the dock is piled separately, and the man collects and counts it; Visitors to the kiln site are in a hurry, once every three days.

The name of Qiao porcelain is still alive, and the dark furnace in Phnom Penh is open; Xi Shou was not sold by farmers. Yesterday, the new kiln was tested. The green kiln burns the dragon jar and praises the old and new gangs in the same trade; Tao Qing Tao Chengqi will attend the meeting and reward God for singing solo every day.

Nine domain porcelain merchants enter the city, and their teeth are opened as designed; You know, the treasure has traveled across the ocean, and Ambassador Annan of China paid tribute. Fill the putty lightly and skillfully, and it is estimated that the pile is bright and dark; I made an appointment with my basket-carrying partner, and Huang Jiazhou came to the mainland.

Goose neck beach is full of water, barges and straw piled up like mountains; Porcelain will be shipped soon. I hope Lang will return it later. Welcome the teachers' meeting in May Festival and worship the wind and fire immortals in June; Kong Lung once read Don Gong Ji. Adults always depend on heaven.

Posthumous title Hao Jiuqing Zhu Yan Danquan brothers have a long-standing reputation, and the new town plan is following suit; The lantern is alone on the river, and the poet is hidden in the pot.

6. What are the poems about ceramics?

Poems about porcelain are:

1, Guo Moruo, topic and ceramics museum

Later, several eastern countries came to seize the Wanbang porcelain market;

The annual income is 70 million dollars, more than the top ten in Chixian County.

Novel pattern form, large supply and demand;

We should go beyond the international level and carry it forward.

2. Title and Art Porcelain Factory Guo Moruo

China is a country of porcelain, and the peak of porcelain industry is this capital;

Since the Song Dynasty, fame has spread, and China and the outside world have suffered losses.

It is more expensive than treasures and mirrors, and paintings are more beautiful than Jing Guan's words.

Technological innovation is lean, and the pioneers keep advancing.

3, "First Arriving in Jingdezhen" Dong

Changnan has been a porcelain capital since ancient times and enjoys a good reputation at home and abroad.

Blue and white glaze conveys beautiful colors, and Fiona Fang is shaped like a container to contain beads;

The artistic sculpture is lifelike, and the painting is better than the description.

Technological innovation is practical and * * * is the future.

4, "You Jingdezhen" Xie Juezai

Fine and refined ingredients, excellent modeling and painting skills;

I know that everyday ordinary products have consumed a lot of labor.

The style of "four RUs" has been passed down since ancient times, and the more famous the wheel, the more important it is;

Porcelain has jumped to the present, and the quantity and quality have to be doubled.

5. "Wu Ranting Fu in Jingdezhen" Ming Miao Zhou Zong

The pottery shed leans heavily against the shore, and the sails cover Jiang Lai every day;

Workers don't have to be smart, this device can throw away the materials in the county.

1. Guo Moruo (1892- 1978), male, formerly known as Guo Kaizhen, whose real name is Tang Ding, whose real name is Wu Shang, whose real name is Wenbao, whose pen names are Moruo, Maiang, Guo Tangding, Shi Tuo, Gao Ruhong, Yang Yizhi, etc. 1892 165438+1October16 was born in Shawan, Leshan, Sichuan. He graduated from Imperial University of Kyushu, a modern writer and historian, one of the founders of New Poetry, the first president of China Academy of Sciences, the first president of University of Science and Technology of China, and a foreign academician of Soviet Academy of Sciences.

2. Xie Juezai (1884-197 1 year), formerly known as Xie Weilun, was born in Ningxiang, Hunan, party member, an outstanding producer in China, one of the "Five Old Men in Yan 'an", a proletarian revolutionary, politician, outstanding social activist and a native of the Communist Party of China (CPC).

7. Ancient poems praising porcelain

Ancient poems praising porcelain;

First of all, Potter

Song: Mei

Exhausted workers dug and dug all day and dug out the soil in front of the house, but there was not a tile in their own house.

A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.

Interpretation: Tile-burning workers dig and dig all day, and the soil in front of the door is dug up, but there is no tile on their house. Those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers.

Second, the sad Chen Tao.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In the early winter, the blood of good children's families from more than a dozen counties after World War I spilled on Chen Tao's water.

The wilderness under the blue sky became silent, and 40 thousand soldiers died on this day.

The red arrow on the savage Hu Bing arrow, the blood of kind people, the singers can't understand Hugh's drinking spree on Chang 'an Avenue.

People in Chang 'an turned their heads and wept in the direction of Chen Tao, hoping that the troops of the Tang Dynasty could come back and restore their peaceful life in the past.

Interpretation: In the early winter, the children of good families recruited from more than a dozen counties were all spilled blood after World War I. Now the wilderness under the blue sky has become silent, and all 40,000 soldiers died in one day.

The savage Hu Bing arrow was dripping with the blood of good people, singing Hugh, and people couldn't understand it. They drank and reveled in Chang 'an Avenue. People in Chang 'an turned to Chen Tao, tears streaming down their faces, looking forward to Tang Jun's return day and night and restoring a peaceful life.

Third, banquet Taojiatingzi.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

A house with a winding path is the home of noble scholars.

When the pool is opened, it looks like a bold mirror, and the forest is blooming.

Green water hides spring days, and green corridors hide sunset clouds.

When you hear the strings, you can't boast.

Interpretation: There is a hermit's deep house in the depths of the winding path, and a noble family is a noble family. The pond in the yard is like a bright bronze mirror, and the Woods are full of flowers, which makes people relaxed and happy. The green water ripples and leaves the reflection of spring, and the Bixuan window secretly treasures the charming sunset glow. As far as the band in the room is concerned, the Golden Valley in Shi Chong is not to be boasted.

Fourth, autumn.

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Yue's group newly grinds glazed porcelain and drinks Chu Ci from Hu Er.

Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.

Explanation: soak the ground moon cakes in a tea bowl. After drinking, let the children recite the songs of Chu 62616964757A 68696416FE78988E69D833133343338+035363. There is no wind, no fallen leaves in the yard, and a few bugs are spinning around.

Five, Tianxiangyong Long Xianxiang

Song: Wang

Solitary smoke, layers of waves in Ryutsuki, the palace night set lead water. If the news is far away from the wind, the dream will be deeply exposed and turned into a broken soul. Red porcelain waits for fire, and it is also known at a glance. A wisp of green shadow haunts the curtains, vaguely reflecting the sea and sky.

Several times, I was half drunk. Spring lanterns, night cold flowers broken. Better, so the stream snows and the small window closes deeply. Xunling is old now, always forgetting and retaining the old flavor. Cherish cigarettes, empty quilts.

Interpretation: The solitary rocks in the sea are filled with smoke, and layers of clouds and waves appear in the first half of the month. Taking advantage of the night, Jiao Ren went to the Li Palace to collect tears.

The wind sent the bamboo raft away with the tide, and the dew of Long Xianxiang and wild rose in the middle of the night was refined and turned into a heart-shaped seal fragrance, which was sad. Long Xianxiang was put into a red porcelain box and baked with slow fire to skillfully make the ring operated by the city. After lighting, a wisp of blue smoke lingers around the curtain, as if it were ocean, air and sky.

I thought to myself, in the past, she didn't know how many times she had been spoiled. She deliberately drank half drunk and turned off the light gently. Xishan, also my hometown, is full of light snow. We closed the small window, and the feeling was really intoxicating and sweet.

Now, I am as old as Xunling, and I have long forgotten the warmth and lingering between the wine parties in the past years. In vain, I cherish the lingering fragrance of that year. I have put Sue in an empty cigarette cage to iron my broken heart.