A classic poem about Yangmei wine
Author: Yu Xin
Literary period: literature of Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties
Dynasty: Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties
Type of work: poetry
Garden poetry
Zhang Xiang comes from outside. Educating students is a leisure suburb.
Fear in the suburbs leads to simple sweating. No matter what happens, you can see from beginning to end.
Guhan broke the law. The eaves are more sheared.
The firewood hides the same road. People, birds or nests.
Water blooms and bears fruit late. Wind bamboo relieves cold buds.
Ancient locusts turned into fire. The withered maple suddenly turned into gum.
Fell on the sofa. Stop the piano and listen to the joke.
Snails drink. Dead mussels borrow blue discs.
Touch fish when flying fish. I have been wandering for a long time.
But we know each other well. When you can make friends.
2. What are the poems about Myrica rubra that travel through Yuan Hongdao?
Across the pond, across the water.
Langxi comes, my concubine goes east.
My concubine is not a housewife,
The most popular woman in the red chamber.
Blow flowers and spit lang by mistake,
I am grateful for my money.
My concubine lives in Hongqiao,
Zhumen cross road.
Recognize magnolia,
Nothing can beat Yangmeishu.
Liang Yuanyin and Li Bai
I drifted to Jingque, Huang Yun, hung up my seat and entered Bolian Mountain. The waters are vast and the distance is disgusting.
Visiting the ancient times and the platform. The stage is full of concern for the guests, so it is a song of wine to Liangyuan.
But I remember Ruan Gongyong of Pengchi, because I sang the water and set off waves. Hongbo is fascinated by the old country.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. When it comes to destiny, don't worry about it, drink wine and climb the stairs.
The flat-headed slave shakes the fan, and it is not hot in May. Pan Yu Yang Mei is for you,
Yanwu is as beautiful as flowers and snow. Drinking with salt, not learning to be noble.
In the past, people believed in Ling Jun, but today people cultivate the Mausoleum. Barren cities shine like blue mountains and the moon,
All the ancient trees are in the clouds. Since Liang Wang Palace Que is safe, Ma Mei will not treat each other first.
Dancing shadows and songs are scattered in the green pool, and the empty water flows eastward to the sea. I burst into tears when I thought about it.
Gold was drunk and couldn't come back. Even calling five white lines and six blogs, Cao is gambling on wine.
Song and rumor, meaning far away. It is not too late to make a comeback and help the poor.
Bai Juyi lives in Yangmei Hotel from winter to Sunday.
From the middle of 1 1 to the evening, people travel 3,000 miles.
If you stay alone in Yangmeiting? Cold pillow, single bed, a sick body.
Wei Shaofu is looking for a pine tree to grow Du Fu.
Falling from a group of non-beech willows, it is green and immortal.
If you want to keep the old cover for thousands of years, you must plant a few inches as frost roots.
Shi Pei, officials and families see Meng Haoran.
The official can open it for nothing, and people will reopen it.
Drink on the sunset pool, and the breeze will come.
The chef has chicken and millet, and the children choose bayberry.
Drunk people can ride back.
Talking about the past and giving Jiang Yang the gift of killing Li Bai.
Taber made the world, and Zhong Yong made waves. The breeze swings through the ages, and the traces are high with the stars.
Lu Shiying is arrogant. In ancient times, many kings held sacrifices, and Yue was Cao.
When he was a romantic teenager, Luo Jing wandered around. Yanling sword at the waist, jade belt bead robe.
I used to be a cockfighter, and I even extended five tombs. Invite the phase coverage organization, oh, I'm afraid of losing.
It can drive thousands of people, and the pommel horse is easy. Hurriedly clear the constitutional platform and take off the north gate.
Jiang was slaughtered, and the thorn tree was Lan Fang. Why is the gate solemn? Frost flies in May and Autumn.
Good birds choose wood to live in, and high talent will determine han tang. When I came back from the house, the silk tubes were in a row.
But it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and there's no reason. Lotus blooms in Jiangbei and Myrica rubra ripens in Jiangnan.
While drinking, Huai Xian was in his mind. Hang seats to meet the bright moon in the sea and take the wind to Changchuan.
Sell more Xinfeng headlands and boats full of beaches and streams. I met someone halfway to the door.
Laugh as drunk as a fiddler and have fun for life.
Deng Yue Wangtai Song Wenzhi
On the river, on the Yuewangtai, I got up and watched it several times. The south wind closes the sky, and the northern households open every day.
When the ground is wet and smells of smoke, it rains on sunny days. Flowers pick oranges in winter, while Xia Guo picks bayberries.
Traces of danger are wasted, and people are not Jia's. Homecoming is invisible, and white hair is heavy.
Pei Sishi meets Hu (a topic called Pei Sishi's visit)
The official can open it for nothing, and people will reopen it. Drink on the sunset pool, and the breeze will come.
The chef has chicken and millet, and the children choose bayberry. Drunk people can ride back.
Chao's complaint
After noon in the small garden, I felt cool and green. Rong Kui is idle and the wall is red, and the day lily is quiet and green. Last year, I was chasing coolness in Shen Li Pumpkin, so I went to the surrounding swimming pool. A small banquet will promote it. It suddenly occurred to me that Yangmei was ripe. Down the south bank, painting and singing. Worry and stare. Make a monarch's colored pen, a beautiful brocade, and how to continue the broken string. Write a song in the column all day.
3. The poem describing Yangmei praises Yangmei as follows: 1. "Looking at Mei" looks a little red on the hillside from a distance, and Yangmei is May at that time.
I want to pick this fruit and taste it, but I wish I could not be in this mountain. 2. "Yongmei" is hidden in the black pearl tree and only sold in May.
Tourists have tasted one here, with a sweet and sour mouth. 3. "Xianju Yangmei" Yang Meiyou, a fairy residence, wants to compare with black gems.
I want to fly to the celestial world, and I want to exchange my treasure for the second fruit. 4. "Liang Yuanzhen" flat-headed slaves shake big fans, and it is not hot in May.
Myrica rubra in Pan Yu is for you. The house is like a flower and snow. There are flat-headed slaves shaking their fans, and the hot May is as cool as the clear autumn in October.
The maid will bring you a jade plate full of red bayberries, and then bring you Wu Yan with flowers like snow. 5. And "Seven Words Thank Shaoxing Shuai Qiu Zong Qing Hui Yang Mei" is a beautiful story, and the feeling is better than others.
Jade muscle is half drunk and red, and the ink coat is slightly purple. The bead of fire is inches in diameter, and the cold spring rots around the teeth.
The fruit my old friend gave me has not changed from Penglai Pavilion to incense.
4. The poem praising Myrica rubra is 1. The flat-headed slave shakes the fan, and it is not hot in May. Myrica rubra in Pan Yu is for you. The house is like a flower and snow. (Don Li Bai's Liang Yuan Yin)
2. Plum blossoms are rare in the world, and their feelings are better than others. Jade muscle is half drunk and red, and the ink coat is slightly purple.
The bead of fire is inches in diameter, and the cold spring rots around the teeth. The fruit my old friend gave me has not changed from Penglai Pavilion to incense. (Song Yang Wanli's Seven Words Thank Shaoxing Shuai Qiu Zong Qing Hui Yangmei ")
In May, Myrica rubra was full of trees. At first, I suspected that a tree was worth 1,000 yuan. The taste is heavier than Heshuo grape and the color is darker than Lunan litchi. (Song Pingke Zheng)
The city is surrounded by green trees and mountains, and there are roads everywhere in Stan. If you don't like a full plate of fire, you get a bead first.
Obliquely insert Baoji to watch the boat and weave into the capital. Enthusiastic and passionate, I want to take advantage of the wind and dew to plunge into thousands of plants. (Song Luyou)
5. The red solid is decorated with green branches, which shines brightly in the front dock. (Myrica rubra by Guo Song Zheng Xiang)
6. Myrica rubra is cooked and inoculated with glycyrrhetinic acid. Picking the best fruit in Jin Po, all crystal plates are burning. (Qingshen Daily)
7. Red ones are like cherries, sour ones are like plums, and talents are picked by baskets. Formerly known as Yangjiaguo, it is only planted in mountainous areas of Yang Qi. (Wang Qingjipei)
8. Jingzhou Yangmei is particularly famous, and Shenyuan Pear and Chestnut also contend; One hundred dollars can buy a stall, and I hate taking root in Beijing. (Qing Jingzhou Zhi Di Zhi)
5. The poet Guo wrote in his poem "Yangmei": "Red makeup and green branches shine brilliantly in Qianwu." The poet of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem "Xie Huishan Yangmei": "Talk about turning a grain into ten thousand, throwing it in the green forest and turning it into a precious fruit. Like a lotus arrow, it is as astringent as a crane's top and as red as fire. "
Fang Yue, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, said in his poem "Poems of Yongmei": "Clouds bring rain to pick up chicks, and millet gives birth to cold cranes. As sweet as honey, it is better to know the singularity. "
Xu Jie, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, chanted Yangmei: "The top of the crane is still red and wet, and the blood of the dzi beads is not dry;" If you really know the taste, how did litchi come to Chang 'an? "
Song Dynasty poet Pinkezheng also said in his poem: "Myrica rubra is full of forests in May, and at first it was suspected that one branch was worth thousands of dollars. Weisheng River is as heavy as grapes and darker than Weinan litchi. "
Lu You, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, also wrote a poem praising Yangmei: "The mountain city is surrounded by green trees, and the road has Stan. If you don't like a full plate of fire, you get a bead first. Obliquely insert Baoji to watch the boat and weave into the capital. Drunk and arrogant, I want to take thousands of plants in the wind. "
6. What are the classic poems about "wine" in "Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" in Bai Xuege?
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear. (Difficult to do: still writing)
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
It's hard to be the first.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan. (shame: hey; Direct connection: value)
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. (A work full of snow: dark snow)
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. (Bi Zuoyi: Sit)
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Youshan west village
Song dynasty: Lu you
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Translation of Snow White in Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home;
The north wind swept the earth and scattered the white grass. It began to snow in Alakazam in August.
Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears were in full bloom.
Snow fell into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to put on the warm brocade quilt.
The general was too cold to open his bow and put on his armor.
The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds.
The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble.
At night, the snow in front of Yuanmen kept falling, the red flag froze and the wind could not move.
Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there.
The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints on the snow.
It is difficult for me to go;
Jinbei famous wine, per barrel 1000 yuan; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan.
I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain.
Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he passed by the Japanese side by boat.
How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; With so many roads in front of me, should I go from north to south?
I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves; Hang Yun Fan high and move forward in the sea!
Shanxi village tourism translation;
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the hospitality is very rich.
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.
The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs.
In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
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7. The poem describing Yangmei is red and decorated with green branches.
-Guo's "Yangmei" is about turning one grain into 10,000 grains, throwing it into the green forest and turning it into a precious fruit. Such as lotus arrows, astringent as crane tops, and red as fire.
-Zhang Zi's "Xie Huishan Yangmei" In May, Yangmei was full of forests, and at first it was suspected that one branch was worth thousands of dollars. The Weishan River in southern Shandong is heavier than grapes and darker than litchi.
The airship seems to be a new tribute, and the old one is not visible on the board. Poetry becomes a friend in the mountains, which may quench the thirst of the building.
-Pinkerzheng's "Yangmei" cloud cage takes rain and meets the initial disability, and the millet is born with a cold crane. Many mouths are as sweet as honey, and it is better to know that strangers are slightly sour.
-Fang Yue's "Yongmei Poetry" is folded into a red and wet crane top, and the blood of the dzi beads is still wet; If you really know the taste, how did litchi come to Chang 'an? -Xu Jie's "Yang Mei Song" is shaded by trees and surrounded by mountains. There are many roads and bends in Stan. If you don't like a full plate of fire, you get a bead first.
Obliquely insert Baoji to watch the boat and weave into the capital. Enthusiastic and passionate, I want to take advantage of the wind and dew to plunge into thousands of plants.
-Lu You.
8. Poems about Yangmei Guo Zeng, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote the poem "Yangmei": "Red with green branches, shining in the front dock."
The poet of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem "Xie Huishan Yangmei": "Talk about turning a grain into ten thousand, throwing it into the green forest and turning it into a precious fruit. Like a lotus arrow, it is as astringent as a crane's top and as red as fire. "
Fang Yue, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, said in his poem "Poems of Yongmei": "Clouds bring rain to pick up chicks, and millet gives birth to cold cranes. As sweet as honey, it is better to know the singularity. "
Xu Jie, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, chanted Yangmei: "The top of the crane is still red and wet, and the blood of the dzi beads is not dry;" If you really know the taste, how did litchi come to Chang 'an? "Song Dynasty poet Pinkerzheng also said in his poem:" Myrica rubra is full of trees in May, and at first it was suspected that one branch was worth thousands of dollars. Weisheng River is heavier than grapes and darker than Lunan litchi. " Lu You, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, also wrote a poem praising Yangmei: "There are many trees and mountains, and Stan shines at the corner of the road.
If you don't like a full plate of fire, you get a bead first. Obliquely insert Baoji to watch the boat and weave into the capital.
Enthusiastic and passionate, I want to take advantage of the wind and dew to plunge into thousands of plants. "。