Love poems about morning
1. Poems about morning
1. Get up in the morning in the painting hall to report the falling snowflakes. The high rolling curtains are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Qingpingle·Morning Rising in the Painting Hall"
Vernacular interpretation: I had just woken up in the hall early in the morning when someone came to report the falling snowflakes. The curtains are rolled up high to see the snow falling, and the white color fills the stairs.
2. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. ——Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
Vernacular interpretation: I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and the weeds are lush in the ground, and the bean sprouts are sparse. Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall.
3. Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourn their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. ——"Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation in vernacular: When you get up at dawn, the bells of your carriage and horse are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; Banqiao is filled with clear frost, and the footprints of the first guests are everywhere.
4. When I heard knocking on the door in the early morning, I poured my clothes and opened them. Ask the child for whom? Father Tian has a good idea. ——Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "Nine Drinking Drinks"
Vernacular interpretation: I heard a knock on the door early in the morning and went to open the door before I could put my clothes in order. May I ask who is coming? It turned out to be a kind old farmer with good intentions.
5. Missing the fifth o'clock on the lunar new year, the rooster will sound the third time. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rejoicing in a Dream of Winter Morning"
Vernacular interpretation: The bell came at five o'clock in the morning, and the rooster crowed for the third time. 2. A love poem about morning
Morning dew
Author: Pufferfish
Round and rolling, sparkling in my eyes
Pass through The castle of my lovesickness
Hanging on the osmanthus branches
The beauty of dewdrops next to the morning
The dream is like a sail
I imagine the sky is floating
So jumping and flashing
So beautiful and calm
The sky just bends down
Watching the movement of the mountains
The most beautiful picture
Written in the beautiful mountains
Transparent and moving
The morning glow also reveals the tentacles of love
Go and lick this beautiful lunch
Lu's back
Purer than a bird's nest 3. What are the poems that describe "morning"
1. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 3"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, where weeds are lush and bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall. The narrow mountain path was overgrown with vegetation, and my clothes were wet with night dew. It's not a pity that my clothes got wet. I just hope it doesn't go against my intention to return to the fields.
2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned for their hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; while traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.
3. "The Little Dream"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can't hold back the tears.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Awei and Hanlang went there one after another. Do you know if Yetai knows?
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears streaming down my face without wiping them away. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass grew in Chang'an City. Missing you, Jiuquan's bones have turned into sand, and I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair. Ah Wei and Han Lang have passed away one after another. How can we know that the underworld is so dim and dim?
4. "After the Snow in the Mountains"
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.
There is no plum blossom jelly dripping from the eaves, a kind of loneliness but not leisure.
When I woke up in the morning and opened the door, I saw that the top of the mountain was covered with heavy snow. At this time, the sky has cleared up, and the light of the rising sun has become colder through the light white clouds. The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum blossom branches in the courtyard are still frozen by ice and snow.
How unusual is such a cold and lonely atmosphere!
5. "Winter in October"
Wei and Jin: Cao Cao
In the tenth month of Mengdong, the north wind lingers,
The weather clears, The frost is falling.
The rooster crows in the morning, the wild geese fly south,
The bird of prey lurks, and the bear roosts in the cave.
The money is parked, and the harvest is accumulated.
The reverse brigade was set up to connect merchants.
What a blessing! Sing to express your ambition.
In early winter in October, the north wind was blowing, the atmosphere was chilly, the weather was cold, and the frost was thick and dense. The roosters are chirping in the early morning, the geese are heading south, the birds of prey are hiding, and even the bears are sleeping in their caves. Farmers have put down their farm tools and are no longer working. The harvested crops are piled up in the grain fields, and hotels are being arranged to accommodate the traveling merchants. How lucky I am to be here, reciting poetry to express my feelings. 4. Poems describing missing your lover in the morning
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. A rustling east wind and drizzle are coming, and there is light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked into the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. The sound of red beans is heard in the southern country. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This is the thing that I miss the most. Ju (Book of Songs, Zhou Nan) Ju Guan Ju dove, in the river island.
A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it.
Leisurely, leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right.
A graceful lady, a friend of the piano and the sesquito. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides.
A graceful lady, played with bells and drums. Jian Jia (The Book of Songs·Qin Feng) Jian Jia is green, and the white dew is like frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road is blocked and long; if you follow it, you will wander in the middle of the water.
The leaves are luxuriant and the white dew is not yet clear. The so-called beauty is on the water.
Follow it back and forth, but the road will be blocked and you will be able to advance. If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the water.
Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. Traveling back from it, Wan.