Poetry about beauty and flowers 1. Poems about beauty and flowers

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds.

From "Three Cups of Sauvignon Blanc"

Author: Li Bai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. A thin layer of frost shone like a small mirror on my cold cushion.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon, alone, like a flower, from the center of the cloud.

Above, I saw the blue and deep sky, and the blue waves rippling. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,

Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. A Zhao harp has just been placed on its phoenix shelf.

A Shu Qin began to play its mandarin duck string. This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.

I miss you in a distant place. Outside the blue sky, my eyes used to shine, and now they are the source of tears.

If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!

Beauty was full of flowers when she was here, and spent the rest of her bed when she was away. The embroidery on the bed didn't roll up,

It still smells good after three years. People don't come until the fragrance goes out.

Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew moss.

2. What poems describe beauty and flowers?

1, Han Dynasty: Li Yannian's Song of Li Yannian.

There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.

Take care of the city first, then the country.

It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is hard to get again.

2. Song Dynasty: Su Shi's Two Rains after Drinking on the Lake in the Qing Dynasty.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

3. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

4. Tang Dynasty: Wu Pingyi's My Misfortune

There is a beautiful banshee, Pei Xianghui Shui Mei. Shui Mae Fang, who will send it?

A rhinoceros has white teeth and a pair of moths with green eyebrows. A red face is like a lotus, and a plain face is frozen.

Graceful and free, light and uncontrollable. Excellent taste depends on beauty.

The son-in-law waits before he enters, and the swallow returns. Dancing, happy, not as good as mourning fan poetry.

Luochuan had a meeting in the past, but Gao Tang still violated it. Birds are singing in the secluded pavilion, and grass is dew on the idle steps.

How fast the scenery flows, the years can't be chased. Xie Pei 'an's gift made me feel sorry for myself.

5. Pre-Qin: Anonymous speaker.

To control a person, he must dress appropriately. Son of Qi Hou, wife of Wei Hou. East Palace's sister, Duke Xing's aunt, Tan.

Soft, skin solidified, collar like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head is a moth's eyebrow, she smiled and looked forward to it.

Master Di Di said that in the countryside. Four animals are arrogant, and Zhu Biao goes his own way. I am looking forward to North Korea. The doctor retired effortlessly.

The river is rich, and the living water in the north runs. When you do, you will become rich. Exposure is guilty, and ordinary people are guilty.

3. Poems describing beautiful women and flowers

Poems describing beauty and flowers:

1, she is unique, beautiful and elegant, with a faint aura. Her skin is delicate, her expression is carefree, her eyes are expecting, her cheeks are smiling, her words are silent, her breath is faint, and she is gentle and lovely.

Her skin is better than snow, and her eyes are like clear water. Looking around, she has an elegant and luxurious temperament, which makes people feel ashamed and dare not blaspheme. But her coldness and agility are quite charming, and people can't help but be fascinated.

She leans on the stone bench alone, like jade in the firelight, like a blooming new moon, like a flower tree piled with snow, with gorgeous posture, quiet and leisurely posture, tender feelings, charming language, delicate and smooth.

Listening to her words is like a pearl, and her voice is soft and crisp, which is very nice. I looked at her a few times and saw that she was naive, silly and naughty, and her cheeks were dizzy. Although she is young, she is beautiful and elegant. She is really more beautiful than the one from the painting. She has a pearl-like personality.

Her face is facing the bouquet, slim, with long hair hanging over her vest and gently held by a pink ribbon. She was dressed in white, and she was even more radiant against the flowers. She only feels that there seems to be a haze behind her, and she is really not a mortal. As soon as I turn around, I will see that although she is young, at the age of 18, her skin is better than snow and her beauty is unparalleled. Her face is absolutely beautiful and can't be stared at.

6. Women: when the moon closes and flowers are ashamed, fish sink and geese fall. Good women don't let their men get old. Women are heroes. Wisdom refers to blue heart, pure and clean, pure and pure, beautiful, talented, virtuous, master, wife and mother.

4. Poetry of Flowers and Beauty

Two cups of sauvignon blanc.

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

A thin layer of frost shone like a small mirror on my cold cushion.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. Above, I saw the blue and deep sky.

Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,

Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.

I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.

This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.

I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,

It used to be an eye, but now it's a fountain of tears.

If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!

First complaint

Year: Tang author:

A beautiful woman is like a new flower. When she promises to get married, she still keeps her loneliness.

Without a bronze mirror, I doubt myself all day.

Yuefu Zaju, advocating music and thinking.

Year: Tang Author: Lu Tong

At that time, I was intoxicated by beautiful people, as beautiful as flowers. Today, the beautiful woman abandoned me,

Brothels, pearls and foil, the horizon of heaven. Tianya Chang 'e Moon, 3528 surplus and deficiency.

I can't see my heart cut off when Cui Mei and Chan are parting. Heart isolation, thousands of miles away,

In my dream, I was drunk in Wushan cloud and felt tears dripping from Xiangjiang River. There are deep flowers and trees on both sides of Xiangjiang River.

Beauty doesn't worry about people. You can play the lute when you are sad, but you have no confidant when you play the string.

Beauty is like beauty. I don't know why it is raining at dusk and I miss plum blossoms all night.

Suddenly went to the window and suspected that it was Jun.

Elegy iv

Year: Tang Author: Gu Kuang

The spring breeze blows the curtain, and the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is connected with Zhuge.

Beauty is like flowers in all directions, crying at the spring breeze, but afraid of flowers dying.

Chang 'an Chunyu

Year: Tang author:

At the same time, the wind in Huangzhou can slow down the cold and hinder the victory.

In the middle of the night, in the billiard hall of Wuhou, beautiful women began to worry about flowers.

Cangchunwu

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

There are many wells in front of Zhuge, and there are many beauties under the peach blossom.

Cold spring may not win, but there is no silver bottle.

Beauty looks like a flower.

Year: Song Author: Zhao Chongjian

Beauty is like a flower, independent of the ancient road.

Fang Nian is in front of the spring breeze with deep thoughts.

The spring breeze is firm and ruthless, and peaches and plums finally speak.

If you don't cut the red bean branches, acacia will hang alone.

Twelve Zheng Caoshu Poems

Year: Ming Author: Zheng Ruoyong

Zheng Qian drank three glasses of wine at a time, the snow spilled ink, and the ghost moved his elbow.

The frightened ape struggled out of the abyss and suddenly got up and struggled to leave.

Who sang the strong wind to the high platform and blew out all the Qian Shan trees?

Suishui encircles the troops, and the sea waves stand up to the dragon.

Anger and desire attack each other, joy and dance, insects track snails and saliva all over the ring.

Beauty wears heavy make-up, and chivalrous people spit.

Five lines and ten lines of pens keep going, and dead vines hang on the cliff.

The long forest rustles at dusk, and the fallen leaves have removed spider silk.

Gongsun swordsmanship is like turning a candle, and the grass in Zhangdian tomb is several times greener.

As for Samadhi's self-explanation, Youmeng is still alive, and Uncle Chu is still alive.

The wine is hot, the pen catches the rainbow, and the cloud dreams swallow the chest.

How to become a dragon and snake array and sweep away the emptiness in Chen Hu and Wan Li.

5. Poems describing beauty and flowers

A word by Yue Nv.

-Li Bai

The girls in Wu area in the long drought area are beautiful and delicate, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Those feet that are not on the clogs are very good.

Yue Nv's fifth word.

-Li Bai

The water in the mirror coral is the moon, and the girl is as white as snow.

The blue waves in Xinzhuang are rippling, and the reflection of water and light is both wonderful and beautiful.

Reward Zhu Qingyu

Ji Zhang

Yue Nv's new makeup appeared in the mirror, knowing Yan Yan was more considerate.

Wan Qi is not expensive in the world, but a Song Ling is worth a thousand dollars.

Daughter next door

-Bai Juyi

Have a graceful demeanour fifteen wins the fairy, and Chang 'e dries the lotus in the daytime.

Where can I teach parrots to learn to talk? Embroidered bed under screen window.

Yong Ren Mei is in Tianjin Bridge.

-Robin Wang

The beautiful woman came from the east and was taken in Tianjin.

The whole dress smells good all the way, and the socks are gray.

Looking at the makeup shadow underwater, draw a crescent moon between your eyebrows.

It is said that Cao Zijian is the god of Luochuan.

6. Poems and ancient poems about beautiful women smelling flowers

1, there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.

Take care of the city first, then the country.

2. The cloud needs clothes, flowers and tolerance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

3. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.

4. Famous flowers pour into the country, caring for each other, and are often laughed at by kings.

Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.

5. how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, how quiet she is and how troubled her brow is! Now, you may see bright tears on her cheeks, but not the man she loves deeply.

6. Hire more than 13 people, and cardamom prompts in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll a bead curtain.

7, a generation of the whole city chasing waves, martial arts empty memories of children's homes. Don't laugh at your neighbor's daughter in the east. You are still wearing gauze on Baixi's head.

8. Shy eyes and smiling lips. Wind-rolled grape belt, Rizhao pomegranate skirt

7. Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy.

The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly.

Laziness shines on the water like a beautiful flower and acts like a weak willow.

The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.

8, clear water out of hibiscus, naturally carved.

9. Looking back and smiling, the powder and paint of Liugong faded into nothingness.

10, like a spring rain falling on a pear flower.

1 1, if the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.

12, soft hands, solidified skin, collar like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head like a moth's eyebrow, smart smile and beautiful eyes.

13, small white orchid fan, fine waist jade belt yarn dance. It is suspected that there is a fairy who came to earth and smiled back to win Xinghua.

14, handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, forget the customs when you see it.

15, there is a beautiful banshee, Pei Shuimei. Shui Mae Fang, who will send it?

A rhinoceros has white teeth and a pair of moths with green eyebrows. A red face is like a lotus, and a plain face is frozen.

Graceful and free, light and uncontrollable. Excellent taste depends on beauty.

16, the cheeks are condensed with new plums, the nose is greasy with goose fat, gentle and silent, and the view is amiable.

17, who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley

18, face like a silver plate, eyes like water apricots, lips not red, eyebrows not painted green.