Tang Bai Juyi

On the red carpet, choose silk to be boiled and practice red and blue dyeing.

Dye it red and blue, weave it into a carpet and put it on the incense hall.

The incense hall is more than ten feet wide, and the red line is woven into a temple shop.

The colored silk is fragrant and fragrant, and the soft thread is empty;

Beauty is jumping, followed by stockings and embroidered shoes.

The carpet in Taiyuan is hard and hard, and the brocade in Shudu is cold;

Not so warm and soft, I come to Xuanzhou every October.

Xuanzhou satrap weaves with samples, claiming to be a minister who can do his best;

Centurions carry the same burden into the palace, and thick threads cannot be rolled.

Do you know the satrap of Xuanzhou? A carpet, 1200 silk,

I don't know if cold people should be warmer, wear less clothes and make lichens!

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Tang Bai Juyi

Miss the work of female workers

What is dazzling silk? Unlike Luo Kun and Wan Qi.

It should be like a waterfall spring 45 feet before the bright moon in Tiantai Mountain.

There are some great articles, white fireworks and snow on the ground.

Who weaves and dresses? Han, a cold girl from Yuexi.

Last year, Ambassador China made a statement, and samples fell from the sky.

Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color.

Wide-cut shirt sleeve dress, gold barrel ironing knife to cut patterns.

Extraordinary splendor and strange writing set each other off, and the flowers turn around indefinitely.

Zhaoyang dancers are very kind, and a spring dress is worth 1000 yuan.

Sweat is stained with powder, dragging the soil and trampling on the mud without pity.

It takes a lot of effort to weave brocade, which is incomparable to silk.

Many women's hands hurt when they are thin, and they can't tie a thousand words.

The singers and dancers in Zhaoyang Temple should also cherish the Weaver Maid when they see it.

2. The poem describes that silk is a "noble" in textiles, rich and calm, and does not need to be painted.

Its quality is its trademark, and it shines when it is born. Silk is reminiscent of the lake, breeze, gentle waves, round fans, jasmine, butterflies and bamboo in Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Silk should belong to classical women, especially oriental women. Make a long-sleeved shirt, a long skirt hanging to the ground, a shawl, etc. Elegant and reserved, it can set off the taste of oriental women.

It is precisely because diaosi, like a woman, is exquisite, can't be rude, and needs to be served with heart. Weaving palindromes is a heavy brocade, and the demon nature of the country is gorgeous.

Shuttles ring in the quiet night to promote spring, the leaves should be sparse, the flowers should be clever and dense. You can learn to write a sunflower by imitating a bird.

Show too late, moths are eager for disease; At first glance, it is smashed into pieces, or turned into a horse. Words flow in spring, and precepts come out.

So it is almost profound and clear; Zhu Yan began to think, and Jane began to understand. At the beginning, the suspected fragrant trees fell into the stream; Major General An Yan, if the sun shines on the bottom of the pool.

The five long winds have not dispersed, and the flowers have been washed by light rain. You are exposed to the forest cliff and out of the spring hole; Turn slowly and the wind will slow down.

Change back to phoenix slightly, and all the dances are phoenixes. A butterfly is far away, and Jiao Ying wants to make it.

Taking advantage of the spring harvest, the king paid tribute. Its color is heavy and bright, green as forbidden willow and red as palace flower.

Silk, free from the fresh life, is the pure life of silkworm, and then karma will come to your side, complete another cocoon breaking, and then snuggle up next to you, know a lot of things in your heart and tell you herself silently. Silk is the sound of falling into eyelashes. When you are not listening, it tells itself that it is far away, lonely and beautiful without shadow.

Put on silk in the hot sun, and the summer heat will calm down all the way. Smooth skin, cool mood and clear head.

At this time, the silk is like a fresh air floating on the blue lotus, with the smell of green, the smell of water, the smell of opening the window in the morning, and the joy in the eyes; Just like a strand of hair scattered between sleepy eyes, it gives you a loose grip on the bun you pick up at will. At this time, you left your eyes, walked to the mountains and forests, and walked on the wet stone road with dew.

Like water, silk wades into the wind with you, perhaps drifting away from your skin, so that you can breathe more lightly and comfortably at a little distance, and she is also immersed in joy and elegance. So, in this way, you have turned yourself into a Wei Yun and returned to some distant and beautiful places that have been restored.

When the weather is cool, filar silk will gradually fade away from the warm color, as calm as the unmanned water in the evening, and be swept away by the lightest wind, which looks like slow motion. Once empty, I can't see if that cloud is still underwater.

The deeper the season, the thinner it will look, and the colder it will be. In fact, her coolest expression is just the distant flute sound in the mountains with the moon.

Silk, fade out some feelings, do not have to hold an oil-paper umbrella, sadly into the deep rain lane. The eyes are comfortable, not even bound, never bound.

Elegant and euphemistic, pure and indifferent. She is neither charming nor beautiful.

With you, you can be rich or poor, you can be high-profile or bright, you can be lonely or silent. Even if a corner of the day is covered with moss, even if you are in the dark, or locked at the bottom of the cupboard, you must indulge in the worn-out old bronze mirror and the harsh sound of the phonograph.

Outside the wooden lattice window, every generation has the smell of sunshine or wet and cold rain, which is decadent and expensive without touching human fireworks. Silk can be the morning light as clear as glass or the night air as clear as water. It can be a girl next door with beautiful hair, or it can be a warm and peaceful elderly mother.

Silk, like snow, belongs only to women, and even the gentle gentleman's eyes can't get rid of the silky look. If you invite her to hand you her hand, she will never exert herself, but she will slide down with a light touch.

Therefore, using such harsh words on silk will definitely make people cherish it. But diaosi is always old, and she is also wandering in the wind and moon.

Old silk, the face will be dim, and the temples will gradually frost. And when you feel sorry for her, she must not have the slightest melancholy and sigh, but smiled at you in a gentle tone: "What does that matter?" Therefore, very old silk is still in my collection, and now it has slipped through my wrist, and it is still very expensive and smooth.

I like to taste the delicate light marks of years on her face, and I hope that one day, I will do the same. In the days with silk, the tone is just gently revealed from the eyes, floating in the wind.

So cicada-like troubles did not reach the depths of Bitan, and it was calm. In silence, I gradually felt some inner reserve begin to surge. It's a pure and pure concentration, so full that I want to overflow, integrate with oxygen-rich time and space, and integrate with a better life. In this way, I made silk

This shining silk in my eyes can also be pulled out of my own life, thus weaving silk days. Clouds and clear silks make people want to care and comfort those days and people who come to them in her delicate and gentle way. From then on, she was peaceful, forgot the troubled past, and returned to the time when filar silk flowed wholeheartedly.

Smooth as water, soft as smoke, elegant as clouds, like an ink painting, the texture of tobacco is rendered soft under the infiltration of rain and breeze. Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color.

Like an infatuated fairy, standing slim in the pear blossom, crying and feeling sorry for herself, like an affectionate teenager, staring at a lonely heart by the sunset river. Beautiful and sad scenery, ethereal attachment echoed by water droplets on a moonlit night, and lingering sadness of the soul on a rainy night.

My fair lady, clear water gives birth to hibiscus. Why not linger in the city and feel the elegant fragrance?

Unique national costumes set off autumn moon and spring flowers. Looking back and smiling, the fragrance is overflowing, and the beautiful colors cover the present. The lotus is shy and graceful, dancing and dancing lightly under the moving posture.

Mrs. Sandy, dressed in a graceful cheongsam, is graceful, smiling like a flower, with a gentle sound of jade, a bright moon like a light cloud, and snow like a return air. Didn't you see the silk satin, full of charm, praised by all gods, and the fairy danced?

Beautiful! Sanchi had a good time, but his leaves were in trouble. It's fun to meet a gentleman. Sanchi does. Its leaves are covered with grain, so why are you unhappy when you see a gentleman?

Sanchi has, its leaves are very quiet, seeing both gentlemen and sound hole glue. I love my heart, but I don't care if I am far away. If I hide it in the center, I won't forget it.

3. What are the poems describing silk? 1. My concubine is unlucky.

Year: Song Author: Zhao Rucheng

Rong Rong's beauty is better than the rest of the world. He chose the right young man.

Look at the fish and play in the water, I swear.

Once I have finished my thousand-mile trip, I want to work in Haixi.

Drunk and generous, I haven't heard from you for ten years

Or promote lewdness, or publicize that you have become a guest under the spring.

Lang Xi lang Xi helpless, hate tears all night solitary pillow drops.

You don't smell Yingying's words and send them to the West, Yuhuan takes silk for a rainy day.

Lang Xin can't bear to laugh at others, but she is ashamed to get out of bed.

Don't want to look forward to the bottle, Yanzilou is affectionate.

In what period, the red powder turned to ashes, and the grievances were empty to sing 300 songs.

2. Autumn rain sighs

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

Successive rainy days, the four seas are barren, the same cloud.

There is no more argument about going to Malay cattle, and it is no good to distinguish muddy water from clear water.

The ears of grain are dark and have ears, but there is no news of the farmer.

In the city, rice for silk, I want to talk about Xu Ning.

3. "Magnolia is slow, send Yunyan."

Year: Song Author:

Send clouds to geese, light cold, full of streams. Just as she untied Xiang's waist, the hair clasp was lonely and Chu's temples parted. The road of expectation is smoke away from troubles. There is only a stream in front of the building, accompanied by clear tears.

Frost will force you to sleep forever. Who is the protective clothing? Read the powder room again, the incense dust has not been swept, eager to see you. Knowing that you are tired of drinking, you will only worry if you are not drunk. The pulse is silent and the sun is shining, and the soul is broken.

4. "Reward the emperor's kindness, sing in the evening and get cold early at night."

Year: Song Author: Li Gang

The west pavilion is cold at night, and the furnace smoke is light. The bamboo pillow has a small screen. When I was dreaming, I was startled by the wooden fish. Half a window full moon, it will be dawn. Fantasies come and go, clinging to people. I miss my life and laugh alone. The strong mind dissipated, and all the weeds disappeared. It's quite interesting, from his later years.

5. "Man Fang Ting introduces Mr. Wu Zhigang"

Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu

External work is a layman and a blessing. Better fix it inside. Adjust true lead and mercury, and communicate up and down. Jinlong is playing in front of the mountain, and Yuhu is wandering in the sea. Then the police moved, this is invisible, and the baby came prepared. Walk on the podium and dance, don't open your mouth and sing freely. Drunk and drunk, Baoqiong Building. Forming a fetal fairy is enthusiastic, attracting qingluan and driving China steadily. Back in Pengdao, a golden boy was invited to Yingzhou.

4. The ancient poet's poem 1 describes silk, "Sheng Ze"-Can Zhou in Ming Dynasty.

Water towns become cities, and Luo Qi takes the Central Plains.

In Shengze's silk textile trading market, clothes woven from silk are exported to the Central Plains.

2. Zhang Yu, a silkworm girl in Song Dynasty

Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.

I saw rich people in silks and satins, but none of them were sericulturists.

3. "Watching the tide of the sea is better than the southeast"-Liu Yong in Song Dynasty

The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.

There are a wide range of pearls and jade articles on display in the market, and every household is filled with silks and satins, competing for beauty.

4. Twilight-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

What is dazzling silk? Unlike Luo Kun and Wan Qi.

It should be like a waterfall spring 45 feet before the bright moon in Tiantai Mountain.

There are some great articles, white fireworks and snow on the ground.

Who weaves and dresses? Han, a cold girl from Yuexi.

Dazzled, dazzled, like what? Not like Luo, not like Wan, not like Qi. It should be like a waterfall with a 45-foot clear spring on Tiantai Mountain before the bright moon. The pattern woven on it is amazing, with a layer of white smoke at the bottom and flowers saved into a clump of snow. Who knitted it? Who's wearing it? Poor girl in Yuexi, Yan Ji in the palace.

5. Shao Ye, a cold food in Chang 'an in Tang Dynasty

Nine paths in spring. The spring breeze fascinated Luo Qi.

Wan rode out of the door and embraced the incense dust.

The sunshine in spring shines on the avenues extending in all directions, and the warm spring breeze blows the silk and satin clothes. Many riders are outside Doumen, collecting fragrance and dust from spring travelers.

5. What are the poems describing silk? 1. "My concubine is unlucky" Time: Song Author: Her beauty is better than the world, and she chose a young man.

Look at the fish and play in the water, I swear. Once I have finished my thousand-mile trip, I want to work in Haixi.

Drunk and generous, I haven't heard from you for ten years Or promote lewdness, or publicize that you have become a guest under the spring.

Lang Xi lang Xi helpless, hate tears all night solitary pillow drops. You don't smell Yingying's words and send them to the West, Yuhuan takes silk for a rainy day.

Lang Xin can't bear to laugh at others, but she is ashamed to get out of bed. Don't want to look forward to the bottle, Yanzilou is affectionate.

In what period, the red powder turned to ashes, and the grievances were empty to sing 300 songs. 2. "Autumn Rain Sighs" Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Lan storms have fallen, and the four seas are barren.

There is no more argument about going to Malay cattle, and it is no good to distinguish muddy water from clear water. The ears of grain are dark and have ears, but there is no news of the farmer.

In the city, rice for silk, I want to talk about Xu Ning. 3. "Magnolia is slow, send clouds to geese" Time: Song Author: send clouds to geese, pale and cold, full of streams and towers.

Just as she untied Xiang's waist, the hair clasp was lonely and Chu's temples parted. The road of expectation is smoke away from troubles.

There is only a stream in front of the building, accompanied by clear tears. Frost will force you to sleep forever.

Who is the protective clothing? Read the powder room again, the incense dust has not been swept, eager to see you.

Knowing that you are tired of drinking, you will only worry if you are not drunk. The pulse is silent and the sun is shining, and the soul is broken.

4. "Appreciating the Emperor's Grace in the West Pavilion and Early Night Cold" Time: Song Author: Li Gang West Pavilion is early night cold, and the smoke in the furnace is light. The bamboo pillow has a small screen.

When I was dreaming, I was startled by the wooden fish. Half a window full moon, it will be dawn.

Fantasies come and go, clinging to people. I miss my life and laugh alone.

The strong mind dissipated, and all the weeds disappeared. It's quite interesting, from his later years.

5. "Mr. Man Gift" Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu, a layman, is a blessing. Better fix it inside.

Adjust true lead and mercury, and communicate up and down. Jinlong is playing in front of the mountain, and Yuhu is wandering in the sea.

Then the police moved, this is invisible, and the baby came prepared. Walk on the podium and dance, don't open your mouth and sing freely.

Drunk and drunk, Baoqiong Building. Forming a fetal fairy is enthusiastic, attracting qingluan and driving China steadily.

Back in Pengdao, a golden boy was invited to Yingzhou.