Ancient poems about ancient beauties

1. Ancient poems about beauty 1, there is no sad song for me, I don't know whether it is a flower falling or a death! -Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin's "Burying Flowers"

Once the spring fades, the girl will be as white as silk. Flowers wither and people die, and flowers don't know each other!

Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. -Li Bai's "Long March" in the last Tang Dynasty.

I am very sad to see this scene, so I am sad and my face is aging.

3, tears wet towel dream, singing in front of the temple late at night. Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "harem words".

Tears soaked Luo Jin, and I couldn't sleep. I can't dream. Late at night, I heard the sound of singing in rhythm from the front hall. Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.

4, beauty wins more people, don't blame the spring breeze. -Song Ouyang Xiu's "The Princess and the King"

Beauty should not blame others for being unkind to itself, but should blame itself for being too beautiful.

5. Cry for the loss of all six armies, and anger at the crown is a beauty. -Wu's "Garden Song"

Crying bitterly, let the soldiers of the army put on hemp Dai Xiao, because his lover was robbed. He was so angry that his hair stood on end and his hat stood on end.

6. "I have a coma for Rong Huayun. Flowers are still harmonious without love, but it is unlucky for flowers to have lovers." -Ouyang Xiu's The Fisherman's Pride in the Song Dynasty.

I have such a beautiful face, but Iraqis have never really seen it; Look at the lotus on the water. Lotus doesn't know what it feels like, but it still snuggles together. It really makes people envy the sentimentality of flowers and resent the unkindness of Iraqis.

7. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply? -Tang Li Bai's "Complaint"

The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and waited, sat and locked her eyebrows. I only saw her cheeks wet with tears. I don't know whether she hates others or herself.

8. "Beauty has been famous since ancient times, and there is no white head in the world." -Qing Yuanmei's Poem with the Garden.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have been like stars. Although they are excellent, they seldom live an ordinary life like ordinary people, and most of them live a long and early life.

9, "green and beautiful, and there is nothing left. Chen's Zaju in Southern Dynasties

Describe a woman's charming and beautiful face.

10, try to see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, just when the beauty dies of old age; -Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin's "Burying Flowers"

If you don't believe me, look at the withered spring scenery and the flowers are falling. It was the moment when the maiden died of old age.

2. Seeking Poetry 1 About the beauty of the old people, the original excerpt of the Southern Beauty Miscellaneous Poems by Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms: There are beautiful women in the South, and Hua Rong is like peaches and plums.

In the morning, she came to the shore of Jiangbei, and she went to Xiaoxiang Island at night. The breath of the world looks down on the beautiful face, but who is cypraeae concha's smile? In a blink of an eye, the years have passed, but the beauty of youth is hard to exist forever.

Interpretation: There are beauties in the south. Her face is as beautiful as a peach blossom and as beautiful as a plum blossom. She wandered along the north bank of Hebei in the morning and rested by Xiaoxiang water in the evening.

Time is always jealous of beauty. Who in the world can let me talk slowly? Time flies, but the beauty of youth is hard to last forever. 2. Excerpt from Tang Du Fu's "The Handwriting of Pei Daozhou in Late Autumn": Zi Yichu went to Yongjia at the beginning, and her face was red and her face was white.

Recalling the first time I took office in Yongjia County, my ruddy face was like a white and shiny face reflecting flowers. 3, Tang Bai Juyi's "Harem Ci" original excerpt: tears wet silk scarf dream, singing in front of the temple at midnight.

Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn. Interpretation: tears drench towels, and good dreams are hard to do; Late at night, rhythmic singing came from the front hall.

Beauty is not decadent, but elegance is cut off; She sat alone in a smoking cage until dawn. 4. Excerpt from the original text of Li Qingyu's "Jade Scratching the Head": it's hard to meet a blue eye, and beauty is changeable.

Interpretation: It's hard to find someone you like, but people's beauty is easy to get old. 5, the five generations of Li Wei "When is the spring flower and autumn moon? Excerpt from the original text: When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. Interpretation: When will this year's time end? I don't know how many past events! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night?

The finely carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the beauty I miss is aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.

3. Seeking the Three Kingdoms Cao Zhi's miscellaneous poem "Beauty Returning to Old Age" (1), a beauty in the south of the Yangtze River.

Excerpts from the original text:

In the south, there is a beautiful woman whose face is as fragrant as Rong Ruo peach blossom and as beautiful as plum blossom.

In the morning, she came to the shore of Jiangbei, and she went to Xiaoxiang Island at night.

The breath of the world looks down on the beautiful face, but who is cypraeae concha's smile?

In a blink of an eye, the years have passed, but the beauty of youth is hard to exist forever.

Explanation:

There is a beauty in the south, whose face is as beautiful as peach blossom and plum blossom. She wandered along the north bank of Hebei in the morning and rested by Xiaoxiang water in the evening. Time is always jealous of beauty. Who in the world can let me talk slowly? Time flies, but the beauty of youth is hard to last forever.

2. Tang Du Fu's Handwriting of Pei Daozhou in Late Autumn

Excerpts from the original text:

Recalling Wei Yongjia's beauty and white face when his children first left.

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Recalling the first time I took office in Yongjia County, my ruddy face was like a white and shiny face reflecting flowers.

3, Tang Bai Juyi "harem words"

Excerpts from the original text:

Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.

Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.

Explanation:

Tears wet towels, good dreams are hard to do; Late at night, rhythmic singing came from the front hall. Beauty is not decadent, but elegance is cut off; She sat alone in a smoking cage until dawn.

4. Yu's "Yu nao tou, Xun Yu"

Excerpts from the original text:

It is difficult to meet the blue eyes, but the red face is changeable.

Explanation:

It is difficult to find someone you like, but the beauty of people is easy to get old.

5, the five generations of Li Wei "Young Beauty, When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

Excerpts from the original text:

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Explanation:

When will this year end? I don't know how many past events! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night? The finely carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the beauty I miss is aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.

4. Seek poems about beauty and aging. Look at your help. The answer is customized for you:

Bai Juyi's harem ci

Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.

Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Bury flowers

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? The spring pavilion (xiè) floats softly, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to release her melancholy; Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.

Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and feathers next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps; Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.

Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble; Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.

May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan?

If you don't accept beautiful bones, a piece of pure land will cover the wind; It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

(The most classic two sentences)

Ouyang Xiu, another song of Fei Ming.

There were beautiful women in the Han Palace, but the son of heaven didn't know it at first.

Once with the Han ambassador, he married Khan in the country.

Nothing in the world, once lost, is hard to get back.

It's no use killing the painter.

As far as the eyes and ears can see, Wan controlled Yi Di.

Han Jicheng is all thumbs, but women can't boast.

When Princess Ming left, she shed tears on the branches.

The wind rises at dusk, and whose house does it wander to?

Beauty is better than life, don't blame the spring breeze.

Unfortunate beauty

Su Shi

My cheeks are painted crisp and my eyes are in the beads of the curtain.

Therefore, white clothes are made of fairy clothes, and red paste is not allowed to pollute the sky.

Wu Yinjiao is soft and naive, and her infinite leisure is always unknown.

Since ancient times, many beauties have had fewer lives, and a hundred flowers have closed their doors.

Beauty has been a famous star since ancient times, and it is forbidden to see bald heads on earth. -Zhao

Nie Shengqiong's Partridge Day.

Jade flowers are sad out of Fengcheng, and lotus flowers are green downstairs.

Sing the Yangguan song first, instead of riding five times.

If you seek a beautiful dream, it's hard to come true. Who knows how I feel at this moment,

The tears on my pillow are the rain before the rain, dripping into the light through a window.

"Beauty is unlucky" fluffy skirt (written by modern people is not bad)

Who do you complain to when you wake up?

Beauty is old and the wind is burning.

I don't know, flowers fall and people die,

Saving the world is bitter.

Answer the question carefully, I hope it will help you! ! !

I want to find some poems about beauty. 1. Song of Hatred, also known as Song of Fans.

The newly made seven bowls of crisp are as bright as frost and snow.

Cut into acacia fans, reunion is like the bright moon.

In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze;

I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the coolness will seize the heat;

Give up the donation, you will be very grateful.

This poem was written by Ban Jieyu.

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

-This is Rong Ruo's "Introduction to Magnolia, Antique Words". On the surface, Ban Jieyu and Yang Yuhuan are written, but in fact they are all beauties.

Golden mud belt with phoenix bun and jade palm comb with dragon pattern.

Walk down the window, smile and support each other, love the way?

Make a pen and draw flowers for a long time and try your hand.

Idleness hinders embroidery, so how can the word Yuanyang become a book?

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.

-"Nanxiangzi"

Lu you chai tou feng

Red crisp rice wine, spring willows all over the city.

East wind evil feeling thin, sad for several years.

No, no, no.

Spring is as thin as an old man, and his face is red with tears.

Although peach blossoms fall in idle pools, pavilions and pavilions, it is difficult for Shanmeng to rely on brocade books.

mantou

Since ancient times, famous flowers hate pity, and the palace in front of you is beautiful.

Although it is an honor to be with you, how can you think better than the sea and the sky?

Recalling the love between the two wings of Iraqis in those years, nearly a thousand articles were sent to the fire.

Gold and silver are hard to laugh at, and tears turn into soft gestures like light smoke.

Huanxisha

Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.

On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.

Xijiang Song Yue? Sima guang

The bun is loose, the lead makeup is light, the smoke cover is light, and the flying is uncertain.

How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? Wake up first after a break, and be quiet in the deep courtyard.

6. The ancient poem about beauty is 1. Beauty has been unlucky since ancient times, and it is not to blame the east wind for shame.

From: Yuan Gaoming's Ode to Wu Tong on the Carving of Luo Jin.

A beautiful and outstanding woman has a bad fate. Don't complain and sigh alone.

2, the white dew sees the sun, and the beauty disappears with the frost.

If you don't vote, it will be spring, and if you fall, it will be autumn.

From: Tang Li Bai's "Early Autumn Single Father South Building Appreciates Dou Gongheng".

Time flies, just as the dew dries at the sight of the sun, and the red flower fades when first frost meets it. Since I left you, it seems that the flowers in spring have become branches in autumn between pitches.

3, there is no sad song for me, I don't know if flowers fall and people die.

Said by: Cao Qingxue Qin's Burying Flowers.

At the end of spring, the beauty is getting old, the flowers have fallen, people have passed away, and they no longer know each other.

4, the United States does not break the old grace, and sits on the fumigation cage.

From: Tang Bai Juyi's harem ci.

Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.

Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart, and your fame has risen to the sky.

In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.

Said by: A letter from Tang Li Bai to Meng Haoran.

I respect Mr. Meng's solemnity and chic. He is famous for his noble and charming personality. When I was a teenager, I despised fame and disliked official chariots and horses. When I am old, I retire to the mountains and abandon the dust.

7. Poems about the world of mortals and beauty

Beauty is better than life, don't blame the spring breeze.

Since ancient times, beauty has been unlucky, and flowers have fallen behind closed doors.

Beauty has been a famous star since ancient times, and it is forbidden to see bald heads on earth.

Crying for the loss of all six armies, rushing to the crown and being angry is beautiful.

My concubine is not conscious of splendor, flowers are still harmonious without love, but flowers with lovers are unlucky.

Human world

1. When the world of mortals meets, raise the golden whip.

-"A brief encounter" Don Li Bai

2. The world of mortals goes against the current, and you live by the blue water.

-"The Son of Tea" Song Yan Dao Ji

The sunset is red and dusty. Cars and horses are chaotic.