Poetry about the soul of art 1. What are the poems about "soul"?

1. Ten years of life and death, forget without thinking. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"

2. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. _ _ _ _ Five Farewell Poems by Yuan Zhen (4)

3. If you look back at the flowers lazily, you are half qualified. _ _ _ _ Five Farewell Poems by Yuan Zhen (4)

You bury the mud under the spring to nail the bone, and I send the snow all over the world. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Micro Dream

5. When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

6. Because of being drunk, Mo Jingchun slept soundly, and his gambling books were spilled all over with tea. At the time, it was just unusual. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?"

7. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo. _ _ _ _ Two Shen Yuan Poems by Lu You

8. If the moon finally shines, you don't have to worry about snow and ice. _ _ _ _ NaLanXing DE "dead Hua Lian, hard, the most pity Tian Yue"

9. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as known by those who have been poor together. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, Part Two

10. Just keep your eyes open all night, which is a lifelong worry for your eyebrows. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third

1 1.40 years of dreams, shenyuanliu does not blow cotton. _ _ _ _ Two Shen Yuan Poems by Lu You

12. I sit here alone and mourn for both of us. How long is a hundred years? _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third

13. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? Neither you nor I believe in meeting after death. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third

14. The article is full of people, and I missed you once. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi in Li Chen

15. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"

16. The poor white bone saved the solitary grave and wanted to find meritorious military service for the general. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan's hanging tomb

17. Young as silk, female host. I thought of the ancients, so I don't have to worry! _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Green Clothes"

18. Window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

19. Respect the past and old friends, miss me and care most. _ _ _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao Hatred, Get on the Horse and Help the Drunk"

20. Nostalgia, empty songs and flute songs, going to the countryside to see rotten ke. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting of Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"

Son of 2 1. It belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. _ _ _ _ Three Mourning Poems by Pan An

22. I continue your generosity to us men and women. Sometimes, in my dreams, I bring you gifts. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, Part Two

23. Sixty years of jade lotus beads, who taught ghosts to be poets? _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi in Li Chen

24. If you lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain from the south window, who will mend your clothes at night? _ _ _ _ He Zhu "Half-dead child, crossing Nagato again, everything is wrong"

25. I have been transferred from midnight to my side, and I still have to listen to Xiangxian. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody, Thoughts on the Death of a Dead Woman"

26. The sound of sleeping is still in my mind. _ _ _ _ Three Mourning Poems by Pan An

27. Under the old friend, the dust is flying. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Send Up"

28. Last year, you took your troops to the moon, and there was no full division in the city. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on his friends lost in the Tibet War

29. If I had known, I would have served you in the temple instead of shedding tears at the distant sky. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on his friends lost in the Tibet War

30. Take the children home at night, and no one is in Leng Yue. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi mourns Xue Tai

3 1. The bed is empty and dusty, and the room is empty and hates Taiwan. _ _ _ _ Three Mourning Poems by Pan An

2. Poetry about art

1. I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the piano and humming the piano songs.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. -Wang Wei's "Zhuliguan" autumn rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool.

Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup. Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste.

I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things. -Bai Juyi's "To Gold" is lonely and mysterious, simple and true.

As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients. Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring.

Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet? -Wang Changling's "Qin", a monk in the West Shu of Mount Emei, with a blue silk lute box.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. -Li Bai's "Listening to Qin Rui, a Monk of Shu" gives birth to autumn water with ten fingers and counts the sunset.

I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song. The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.

Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.

-Bai Yuchan's Untitled Five Tones, Six Methods and Thirteen Emblems, written by Long Yinhe. A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.

-Lu Tong's Piano in the Wind II. About the chess Huangmei season, it rained at home and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

-.Distant identification is slightly into the fire [3], and there are five doors to the west in a week.

The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.

I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master. But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.

The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. The only thing many diseases need is medicine, what else can they ask for?

-The parrot is asleep, the bird is singing, and the west cold is not over yet.

Red candle, half a game of chess, painting Hirayama green on the bed. Embroidered son leaned against the lyre, and her eyes filled with tears.

-linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?

-.Sitting in seclusion, I don't know the joy of the rock, Tan Shengli, the layman's words.

Books and books accumulate dust, and cars and horses flock to the door. If you overcome arrogance and doubt, you will fail. Sure enough, you will eventually defeat the enemy soldiers.

My heart is like spider silk swimming in the blue sky, and my body is like a dead branch.

I wish to die in the east, and the world can be divided. Who said I still love the sun? I never know.

-The gloomy Painting Axis Forest Temple is littered with chess shuttlecocks.

Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset is just cold smoke. Staying up late loves my family more, just waiting for spring to see the snowy day.

-I don't hate Dangui in the middle of the month. Come and see the white clouds on the ridge.

Chess pieces may wish to be close to the water tower, and poems and songs are all good. After new worries about his reputation, he rarely lived in seclusion and was rarely quiet.

3. Poetry describing the soul

A few classic songs:

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.

-Du Fu's Five Poems on Epics (Part Two)

When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.

You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.

We remembered each other until you appeared in my dream last night.

However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ?

I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.

You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle.

I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.

There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.

-Du Fu's A Dream of Li Bai

4. Who has poems about art ~ ~ ~

Pipa Trip is a poem by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, which describes the superb skills of pipa girls.

Pipa player's song

The leader of Xunyan River sent Fujian into the night.

Cold autumn, red maple leaves and blooming reeds.

I got off the horse and boarded a boat, which was my guest.

We held up our cups, hoping to drink, but, alas, there was no music.

Drunk without joy, they must part in sorrow.

When parting, the water reflected the bright moon.

We heard a sudden sound, and a guitar crossed the water

The host forgot to go home, and the guests had to go their own way.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the name of the player.

The voice broke ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers and invited her to join us.

Gather more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

It took a thousand entreaties before she appeared.

Her face Shimada Hanzo is behind the pipa in her arms.

... she turned the tuning pin and tried some strings.

We can feel her feelings even before she plays.

Every string is meditation, and every note is meditation.

It seems that she is telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers and started her music.

Let her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She pinched the strings gently.

First, the air in the rainbow skirt, then six small ones.

The big strings rattle, just like the sudden rain.

Tiny strings cut like whispers.

Hum, whisper, and mix.

Like large and small pearls stacked on a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.

We heard a stream sobbing painfully along the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken.

As if it could not pass; And notes, fade away.

Only silent sadness.

No words are needed now.

Broken spray mud

Jump out of the conflict and attack between armored horses and weapons

She only scratched before she put down the pick.

All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.

The boat in the east is quiet, and so is the boat in the west.

The white autumn moon is reflected in the river.

... as she slowly put the pick back into the string

She stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital

Living in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain.

He mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen.

Her name tops the list of musicians.

Her art has even been appreciated by experts.

Her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.

How do the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously?

Countless rolls of red silk were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm.

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

Season after season, joy follows joy.

The autumn moon and the spring breeze have passed, and she didn't notice them.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died

Night passed, night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There are fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door.

So in the end she married herself to a businessman.

Who values money first, doesn't care that he left her.

A month ago, I went to Fuliang to buy tea.

She has been looking after an empty boat at the estuary.

There is no one to accompany except the bright moon and cold water.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed of my young days.

Awaken from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh.

Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder.

People who suffer the same misfortune sympathize with each other.

Now that fate has brought us together

A year ago, I left the capital and came here.

Now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang.

Jiujiang is so far away that I don't hear music.

Neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.

My residence is near the riverside town, which is low and humid.

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 whimper

On a flowery spring morning and moonlit night

I often pick up wine and drink it alone.

Of course, there are folk songs and country bagpipes.

But they are rough and harsh, which makes me feel harsh.

Tonight, I listen to you play the pipa.

I feel as if my hearing is illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again.

I will write a Long song about guitar.

... moved by my words, she stood there for a while.

Then sit on her strings-they sound even sadder.

Although the tune is different from what she used to play

The people at the party listened and covered their faces.

Ask who shed the most tears.

This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

5. What are the poems about art?

This poem about art is as follows:

1. Bai Juyi's "Go to the Golden Wine" in Tang Dynasty

Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup.

Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.

2. "Qin" Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty

Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.

Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?

3. Li Bai's Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano in the Tang Dynasty

Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

4. Untitled Bai Yuchan in the Southern Song Dynasty

Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times. I don't know if this song of yours has ever interrupted several people's intestines.

The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.

Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.

5. "Qin in the Wind" Tang Lu Tong

Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, dragons sing.

A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.

6. Famous sayings about the soul

Source: Deredda.

Sin is more serious than any other disease, because it attacks the human soul.

Source: Fischer

Only when humans understand that the medicine of the body doesn't work can they find the medicine of the soul.

Source: Marx

Religion is the lament of oppressed creatures, equivalent to a soulless state of mind, a feeling of a heartless world, that is, the opium of the people.

Source: jean paul Richter.

Only a free soul can be young forever.

Source: Labruyere.

Besides the soul that can distinguish right from wrong, the most expensive thing in the world is diamond jewelry.

Source: Larochefoucauld.

Wisdom is to the soul what health is to the body.

Source: garrick.

Cards were originally invented for profit, and later used for entertainment, but they did not enslave the soul with karma.

Source: Iran

What attracts the body is money and extravagant hopes, and what attracts the soul is knowledge and reason.

Source: Heraclitus

It is difficult to fight against the heart, because every wish is bought at the cost of the soul.

Source: UK

Courage and determination are the soul of virtue.

Source: Montagne.

Courage is a kind of strength, but not the strength of legs and arms, but the strength of mind and soul.

Source: Shakespeare

If a person has no music in his heart and is not moved by beautiful harmony, then he is the material for evil, his soul is as dark as night, and his mind is as dark as hell.

Source: Russia

Aphids eat grass, rust eats iron, and hypocrisy eats soul.

Source: Ibn Sienna

The so-called character is a habit, a kind of behavior that naturally emerges from the soul without careful consideration.

Source: chesterfield.

Efficiency is the soul of doing a good job.

Source: Cabel.

A truly outstanding tragedy should be staged on the stage of human soul, so that people's rationality can be the only audience.

Source: Xu Maodong Naizhao

At present, the mountains and rivers are clean, and the hair is green and bamboo.

Source: UK

Great souls often reside in ordinary bodies.

Source: Mark Twain

Historically, it is absolutely impossible to break the chain or liberate the human soul by sticking to rigid views.

Source: Fuding

Man's greatest weapon is his burning soul.

Source: Chambers

Books are the best anesthetic for the soul.

Source: Fabelli

The world is a great poem, the world is the text of this poem, and our soul is the thought in this poem.

Source: Love provides life.

Only what purifies my soul and inspires my courage is called poetry.

Source: Joe George meredith

People with souls can find bosom friends in poems.

Source: Sai Johnson

The soul of poetry lies in innovation, that is, creating unexpected, amazing and pleasing things.

Source: Voltaire

Appearance beauty can only please people's eyes, and inner beauty can infect people's souls.

Source: Yugoslavia

A man without honor is a man without soul.

Source: Marcus Aurelius

In a person's life, time flies, the noumenon is in a flowing state, the perception is dull, the composition of the whole body is perishable, the soul is a rapidly changing thing, luck is unpredictable, and fame is a lack of knowledge.

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Enough! ~