Pipa rain poems

1. Poems related to loquat 1, Tianping Mountain Middle

Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji

The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree loquat is ripe;

Xu Xing didn't remember how deep the mountain was, and Yingying sent it all the way home.

The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the south wind. Walk slowly along the mountain road, I don't know how far it is. The oriole sang along the road and sent me home.

2. Visit Bird in early summer.

Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu

Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half cloudy and half sunny when plums are ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

Ducks are playing in shallow water or deep water in the pond, plums are ripe, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy. In this pleasant weather, I gave a banquet and invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging on the tree like gold, just picking and drinking and tasting.

3. Send Xue Tao's school books to Zhong Shu.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, closed doors loquat flowers.

Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.

There lived a talented geisha near Wan Li Bridge, and her house was surrounded by loquat wreaths. She lives in seclusion among loquat flowers. Nowadays, there are few talented women like her, and even those who can fully appreciate the artistic conception of literature are always worse than her.

4. The red mountain residence in the boundless river is the best.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

A few light seagulls found a bright green. Where, a pair? Come and take a bath. Read Li Sao's booze carefully and see how good it is to repair bamboo. There are flying springs, daily pearls and 3,000 welcome trees.

Spring rains are raining, and new valleys are planted. Never idle days, sleep yellow calf. Look at the clouds, the wheat ridges and the snow-covered silkworm clusters. If it is enough now, it is enough when it is not enough. With the help of Ye Lao and Shou Shou, the loquat matured.

A few light seagulls came and disturbed the clear green lake. There is also a pair of purple mandarin ducks that come out of nowhere, deliberately playing with water together and playing endlessly. While reading Li Sao carefully, I had a drink; While enjoying bamboo, we don't refuse all kinds of meat. There is also a waterfall nearby, like pearls splashing for me to watch. It keeps pouring, with 3000 hugs every day.

There is plenty of rain in spring, and the newly sown grain seeds grow green seedlings; During the slack season, the calf dozed lazily. The wheat in the field is ripe, like a continuous Huang Yun; The shiny new cocoons in the silkworm room are like piles of snow.

Alas, if you want to pursue the prosperity of life, you can already meet it at present; Xiaomi's bad area is not satisfied, when will Jing be satisfied? Seeing that I was idle, several old farmers invited me to the East Garden for a walk and said that the loquat was ripe.

5. Lang complains about poetry

Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years?

The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.

I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing.

On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.

Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.

Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.

Our thoughts have really changed since we parted. At that time, I only said that I would meet again in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now. I'm not in the mood to play the lyre or send a letter. I'll wait for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but I am bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. On the Double Ninth Festival, we climb to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moons. In July and a half, I held a candle to burn incense and asked the sky. The dog days in June are so hot that people are shaking their fans, but my heart is cold.

In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, but they were drenched by a cold rain. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its line and fell helplessly. What a pity. Alas, husband, I want you to be my concubine in my next life.

2. Who knows there is a poem about loquat?

Tang Bai Juyi

The old mountain cherishes the years, and the feeling is right for the wild loquat in Dongxi.

The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.

Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower.

Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.

Two loquat flowers

Tang Bai Juyi

There is a red flower on the top of the mountain at the door of Wanqing Tsing Yi tree.

Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you.

Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder.

If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion.

Wei Mingfu sent loquat leaves to answer with poems.

Don sikongshu

The basket is green, and the overlapping colors are fresh.

It's in the autumn wind, just like before dawn.

The fairy side sees the weight, and it should be convenient to remove the disease.

Bananas were given, and Xie's articles were airdropped.

Loquat tree

Tangyangshiyou

Precious trees begin to blossom when it is cold, and the atmosphere is September and autumn.

If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever.

Blue sea and wind blowing, green branches and snow floating.

Self-sufficiency in urgent scenery, spring birds are lucky.

loquat

Don

Mountain loquat, flowers like peony, sprinkle blood.

In previous years, it was a good season for mountains to bloom over green hills.

The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.

Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac.

The golden thread clusters are floating wildly, and the coral stems are broken.

Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun.

The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden.

The green pearl language is full, and the Hanwu gradually disappears.

Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.

If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte.

Yesterday, I first came to Taniguchi to ask each other, and I stopped in front of the mountain.

I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou.

Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain.

The sky is high, and the essence cannot be seen clearly, and the ninth grade emperor can't say it clearly.

The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.

Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold.

Go to the historical Chenggu County and find the room of Zen master Yong 'an Chao.

Tang Censhen

The loquat blooms in winter in the temple, and the old monk meets the cassock.

It snows in the north of Hanwang, and Han Xin Station is inclined to the west.

You don't have to rush five horses outside the door, but listen to three cars in the forest.

I didn't expect Bachuan to win a lot of things and report this to Beijing to publish a book for you.

farmhouse

Don du fu

Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road.

The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.

The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.

The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.

Send an old friend to Jiangling to look for Fishes.

Tang Han 'ao

The host holds a festival to worship Jingzhou and should travel all the way.

It's raining in the dark on Banzhu Mountain, and the loquat gate faces Chutianqiu.

Have a good time drinking wine, and go upstairs leisurely.

Look at the style at this time. I know Xiaoyu is very romantic.

Send a book to Xue Tao in Shu.

Tangwangjian

Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, closed doors loquat flowers.

Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.

Visit Bird in early summer.

Song Dai Min

Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

3. The ancient poem about loquat is 1. Picking all loquat trees, Jin and Song Dynasties, Dai Min's Early Summer Tour to Bird 2. The south wind is ripe, loquat is bright, and Yang Ji's "Tianping Mountain Middle" 3. By the way, Eastern Xia Wild Loquat Tang Bai Juyi's Mountain Loquat 4. The temple is full of loquat flowers in winter, and Tang's "Go to History and Go to Chenggu County, and find Yong 'an Chao Zen Master's Room 5". Loquat Gate sent an old friend to Chu Yi's to Jiangling for grazing. 6. Laughing at Myrica rubra is not the only thing that counts as the Hongshan residence of Fang Song in loquat and Yining. 8. Dream is broken and loquat is full of fragrance. Liao Weng's "Jiangmengdu Morning Light Skinny Horse" was sent to Lizhou 10, mountain loquat in Tangyuan Town1,mountain loquat in Tangyuan Town 12, middle red sandalwood in loquat, Shang Zhou Tangmaowenxi, which was paved with Huanxi sand and soaked with moss in spring water. 65666 loquat was ripe golden. Yuefu 16 written by orange loquat and Cao Zhi is just a full journey of loquat in Song and Lu Dynasties, and "unique and lovely play of repeatedly planting Myrica rubra in the mountain garden" 17, and seedless loquat grafting was born. Bai Liang Shi Hua 19 by loquat, orange, chestnut, peach, Li Heche, Seven Slogans by Feiyang loquat and lychee Yuan, Yang Weizhen 20, the cooked tobacco of loquat, Stay the guest by Ai Xingfu in Song Dynasty 2 1, the remaining trees of loquat, and the hibiscus dream by Yizun. Loquat is two tall trees, Song's "Traveling with Uncle Man in Gaoyang Mountain" 27. Loquat smells good in other places. Song Hongzi's Xun Mei 28. It should be loquat merger. In May, loquat was recorded by Mei in the Song Dynasty, 3 1. In the Qing Dynasty, it was recommended that loquat and orange should be recorded in Xiangyang by Ouyang Xiule in the Song Dynasty and sent to Xiangyang by Liu Taiwei from Guangzhou. 32, loquat cooked in drizzle; On April 24th, Song Shuyuexiang shared wine with friends in the mountains in the rain. 33. Loquat is exposed outside the dark window; In Dawushan Temple, Shu was praised. 34, made of loquat. Loquat is full of boxes, An Shi's "Sweet 28th" 36. Loquat is in full bloom with red pomegranate, and Lei's "Two Books on April 20th" 37. Loquat brings flowers every other year, and Fan's "Winter Miscellaneous Interest" 38. Loquat snow is washed away, and it is absolutely impossible to listen to "Night Stay in Wujiang Shengshou Temple" 39. Loquat yellow is a guest, and the branches are bright and respectful.

4. The phonology of Pipa Xing Qiaojiang Pipa Pavilion

Year: Song Author:

* * * Give birth to two immortals, not for spring.

Tie the kite string, and enjoy the homonym at the Embroidered Art Festival.

Mu Cao has both fame and fortune, and Tang and Song poems are combined into one.

Clap your hands and the clouds will decide who is who, and the vast river will think about how poor it is.

Pipa player's song

Bai Juyi

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

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 from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

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.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself 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.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

5. A poem describing loquat "Visiting Bird in Early Summer"

Year: Song Author:

Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

Middle Tianping Mountain

Year: Ming Author: Yang Ji

The drizzle wet the neem flowers,

Nanfeng Shushu loquat.

Xu Xing doesn't remember the depth of the mountain.

Huaying was sent home all the way.

Alpine loquat

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

The old mountain cherishes the years, and the feeling is right for the wild loquat in Dongxi.

The fire tree turns to crimson flame, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.

Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower.

Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.

6. What are the poems about loquat? 1, Tang's Mountain Loquat

The old mountain cherishes the years, and the feeling is right for the wild loquat in Dongxi. The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.

Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower. Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.

2. Two loquat flowers of Tang Juyi.

There is a red flower on the top of the mountain at the door of Wanqing Tsing Yi tree. Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you.

Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder. If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion.

3. Tang Sikongshu's "Poems from the Unknown House to Loquat Leaves"

The basket is green, and the overlapping colors are fresh. It's in the autumn wind, just like before dawn.

The fairy side sees the weight, and it should be convenient to remove the disease. Bananas were given, and Xie's articles were airdropped.

4. Tang's title of loquat tree

Precious trees begin to blossom when it is cold, and the atmosphere is September and autumn. If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever.

Blue sea and wind blowing, green branches and snow floating. Self-sufficiency in urgent scenery, spring birds are lucky.

5. Tian She by Don Du Fu.

Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road. The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.

The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant. The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.

7. A poem about pipa.