Poetry on coloring 1. Poems to be painted, poems with sound, poems with color and poems with flavor, one after another.
The poem to be painted is not Wei's-
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Summer value meets drunkenness, and a wild poem is sung at Wuliu? .
The first vocal poem is Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.
... 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them, plucks them, and then "dresses up" and "has a green waist".
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.
Colored poems are nothing like-
"Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang" Song Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
The lotus leaf on the second day is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower on the second day is of different colors.
Delicious Poems of Duanmuguo Lake in Qing Dynasty
Just as the new sunny day set sail in the wild, the light seagulls returned to the pond.
A stream of green water is spring rain, and the green hills on both sides are half sunset.
The season is just when the peach blossoms are good, and my daughter is more busy picking tea.
Peach blossoms stay in Shatou, and a hundred miles flow out of the village.
2. Poetry describing color and appreciation
1, such as Du Fu's quatrain: two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets soar into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships heading east. The author describes the newly grown willow branches, pairs of orioles, yellow is particularly bright on the green background, free egrets fly in the blue sky, white is particularly pleasing to the eye on the blue background, and four bright colors of green, yellow, white and blue constitute a gorgeous picture.
2. Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan, "Sunrise flowers are better than fire, and spring water is as blue as blue", describes the flowers in the river under the red sun with bright and charming colors and strong contrast, and outlines a vibrant Jiangnan beauty.
3. Ancient poems about color
1, full of shades, shining in green waves. -Wang Ya's "Spring Tour Song"
2. On a road stretching to the white clouds, beside a spring stretching to the bluest river. -Liu Shenxu's "Quetta"
3, wait for the east wind, colorful is always spring. -Zhu's Spring Day
The Yangtze River is green in spring, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. -Zhang Ji's "Spring Biequ"
5. When the east wind arrives, the Green Lake has gone up the hill. -Qiu Wei's "Farmer's Father Lu She"
6. The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. -Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
7, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
9. I saw an oriole flying in the warm air, and a green water plant was reflected by the sun. -Du Fu's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Spring Tour in Jinling"
10, Snow White had no time for spring, so she wore the garden tree as a flying flower. -Han Yu's Chun Xue
1 1, good years must be remembered, especially when it is orange, yellow and green. -Su Shi's To Liu Jingwen
12, the Spring Festival Evening is green and the rock is high and white. -Xie Lingyun's "Entering Peng Li Hukou"
13, if the spring grass is affectionate, the mountains are still green. -Li Bai's Golden Gate Answers Su Xiucai
14, the wind is weak and the willows are urging, and Lin Qingjue is waiting for flowers. -Lu Yi "When you return to Taiwan at the end of the year, city of hope will become a slogan, and give it to your loved ones first."
15, the shade is quiet in the daytime, and the solitary flower shows spring. -Wei Wuying, "You Kaiyuan Jing She"
16, one water conservation field will be green, and two mountains will be drained to send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"
Step 4 ask about this poem
Picturesque-a cold, slender, brown snake crawled straight from her fingertips into her heart, slowly curled up in a circle, and its slender tail trembled as if it had a warm resting place.
I am seeing guests off by Xunyang River, and 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.
Five-color poem —— "Dawn Sent from Jingci Temple to Linzi Square" Song Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
A poem with flavor-now the mountains are deserted, and the autumn waters are gurgling every day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Summer value meets drunkenness, and a wild poem is sung at Wuliu? .