An ancient poem about necklaces 1. A poem describing a necklace

wei yingwu

1. Yongyu Gankun is the most precious thing without articles, carved into jade, and true feelings are once hurt.

2. The crystal reflects with the color, including the empty inside and outside. Hold it against the bright moon, and your sadness turns into water.

3. Coral crimson trees have no flowers and leaves, and they are not stone qiongs. Penglai was born on a stone.

4. Glazed glass is like ice, but there is nothing in the dust, and it is invisible like a feast, comparable to a jade man.

Tanglujiao

Han Xijiu wrote poems of green water and green jade, and Bai Bo gave birth to white silicon. Mirror of the bright moon, everything is in the sky.

Don William Wang

Liangzhou Ci luminous glass of grape wine, urge you to drink pipa immediately, and don't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many wars have you fought since ancient times?

Tang-Li Bai

The guest is lanling wine tulip, and the jade bowl is amber, but it makes the host drunk and I don't know where I am.

2. Ancient poems related to necklaces

Tanglujiao

Han Xijiu wrote poems of green water and green jade, and Bai Bo gave birth to white silicon. Mirror of the bright moon, everything is in the sky.

Don William Wang

Liangzhou Ci luminous glass of grape wine, urge you to drink pipa immediately, and don't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many wars have you fought since ancient times?

Tang-Li Bai

The guest is lanling wine tulip, and the jade bowl is amber, but it makes the host drunk and I don't know where I am.

wei yingwu

1. Yongyu Gankun is the most precious thing without articles, carved into jade, and true feelings are once hurt.

2. The crystal reflects with the color, including the empty inside and outside. Hold it against the bright moon, and your sadness turns into water.

3. Coral crimson trees have no flowers and leaves, and they are not stone qiongs. Penglai was born on a stone.

4. Glazed glass is like ice, but there is nothing in the dust, and it is invisible like a feast, comparable to a jade man.

3. Ancient poems about necklaces

Wei 1. Yongyu Gankun's exquisite things are the most precious without articles, carved into jade, and the true feelings have been hurt.

2. The crystal reflects with the color, including the empty inside and outside. Hold it against the bright moon, and your sadness turns into water. 3. Coral crimson trees have no flowers and leaves, and they are not stone qiongs. Penglai was born on a stone.

4. Glazed glass is like ice, but there is nothing in the dust, and it is invisible like a feast, comparable to a jade man. Nine poems by Tang Lu, green water and jasper, and white silicon by Bai Bo. In the mirror of bright moon, everything is so harmonious.

Tang-Liangzhou Ci luminous glass of grape wine, want to drink pipa immediately drunk lying on the sand, you don't laugh, since ancient times, several battles. Tang-Li Bai is a tulip in lanling wine. The jade bowl is full of amber light, but the owner is intoxicated and doesn't know where he is.

4. Poems describing decorations

China Emperor Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow is eager to shock the beauty of an empire. It has been searching for the throne for many years, but it has not been found.

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 can 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.

When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave. 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? . Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.

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. Thinking of the king, 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 went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.

When I heard the messenger of the Han family, she was surprised to see the dream of Jiuhua and Huagai. Pulling clothes and pushing pillows back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil opened.

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. The wind blew the fairy, as if she were dancing in 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.

So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger. 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 and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour in Tang Dynasty. The following is a quotation from Pipa Trip in "Seeing the guests off at night on Xunyang River, Maple leaves and rushes rustling in the autumn wind".

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. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... 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 brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

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, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

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. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and 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 sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

Yuefu Jack Youth Field: Li Bai, Yan Zi, Kiyomi, Haw, Shake the green mane. It running all the way, at dawn, came to Chang 'an Luomen.

When he was young, he studied Mattler de Ames and Mattler de Ames. The white ape was defeated by young people and flew into a branch as an ape. The boy was wearing a brocade robe inlaid with precious stones, with a dagger and Wu Gou pinned to his waist.

He is a man of ten thousand people, and now he has a sword in his waist. Friendship and brave people, two friends, like before, together with new wine and wine.

Youth ambition, even in the city, can end a person's life between a glass of wine. Don't go to Shui Han, Yi Shuo. Look at today's Baihongguan Day. It's so beautiful.

Unfortunately, the King of Qin failed and died in Qin Gong. How can a person like ashes make friends with people like ashes, and how can things succeed?

Its shape is as beautiful and elegant as Youlong. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao.

Like a light Yun Zheyue, like the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave.

If you are satisfied with the fiber, you will shorten the fit. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements.

Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed. If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead.

The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help.

Elegant, elegant and quiet. Tender and affectionate.

5. What are the beautiful poems of the pendant?

1. Change your life with my three fireworks.

2. Let him know everything and smile for you.

3. listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

5. Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

6. Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I am unforgettable, I am alone in the grave, and there is nowhere to be sad.

7. Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covers the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

8. The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.

9. The fate of meeting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.

6. Ancient poems about jewelry

1. "Boasting in front of the Pavilion" Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Wu Qianbi Pavilion, lush and refreshing.

Yue Yuan, Zhu Zhu Cui Er. Red fades and pink fades, and there are many rough peaches and plums.

Even jewelry torches, two rows of nooses. Laugh at yourself and walk in the bright spring.

Fasting the palace cloud, remember the announcement that year. Don't be too lazy and get drunk in the picture gallery.

Celebrate from now on, and be happy. 2. "Wang Yuanxing's Coincidence with Rab" Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty | Author: Wang Zhe Coincidence with Rab, Qiong Yaotuo, Piece Wind Knives and Scissors.

Densely thrown outside, spread the air all over the floor, and instantly spread the eaves tiles. Make-up on the lock garden is the most suitable picture.

According to Fontaine, jewelry should be difficult to compare. Elegant.

Fresh and clean, fresher and more vivid. Fan Guping and Qian Shan are of the same color, regardless of Yuan Ye.

Just like giving home, the fairy scenery is clear and clear, and Penglai Pavilion has a skylight. It glows naturally now, and there has been no night for a long time. 3. "Looking at Jiangnan" Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: The net circle is good in the west, and the trees are towering high.

Covering seven jewelry schemes, strong and strict. Children in the palace.

There are many obstacles around on the golden ground. Rain Hua is full of fragrance, and the music is loud and cool.

Sounds like fun. 4. "Rumor of herself (no longer alive)" Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Janice's green courtyard is lush and healthy.

Yue Yuan, Zhu Zhu Cui Er. Red fades and pink fades, and there are many rough peaches and plums.

Even jewelry torches, two rows of nooses. Laugh at yourself and walk in the bright spring.

The fasting palace _, remember that year. Don't be too lazy and get drunk in the picture gallery.

Celebrate from now on, and be happy. 5. "Four Verses and Three Poems" Dynasty: Modern and Contemporary | Author: Liang Yusheng family heirloom shame I have no jewelry, sword box poetry collection.

I hope the world will remain chivalrous and not teach foxes and mice to dare to invade each other. After hundreds of battles, the wine was still warm, and the frost invaded the temples and turned gloomy.

Jin Ge Ma Tie hated it and failed all the clubs in my heart. After 20 years of crossing the ocean, plum blossoms in the north were left out in the cold.

The purse is empty and embroidered with mandarin duck characters, and the green leaves turn into old people's shadows.

7. What poems describe "the woman wearing jewelry"?

1, the cloud head is broken, and the blood in the skirt is ruined by wine stains. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The beat of the hammerhead silver grate is often broken and shattered; I don't regret that the red skirt is stained with wine.

2. Go to the atrium and count the flowers. Dragonflies fly to Yutou. -"He Letianchun Ci" [Tang] Liu Yuxi

Commentary: When I went to the court to check the newly opened flowers, the dragonfly flew to the top of the Hosta.

3. When the window is in the clouds, the mirror is yellow. -"Mulan Poetry" [Northern and Southern Dynasties] anonymous

Interpretation: Put the soft hair in front of the window and stick a yellow flower on your forehead in front of the mirror.

4, the head is awkward, the moon is in the ear. -Luo Fu in the Western Han Dynasty,

Interpretation: I have a ponytail on my head and earrings made of balls on my ears. The Everlasting Regret

5. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow in Tang Dynasty

Commentary: The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor, and no one cleaned them up. Precious headdresses one after another.

6. In the spring night, the warm hibiscus curtain covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. -"Peacock flies southeast" Jiao Zhongqing's wife

Interpretation: She is wearing silk shoes under her feet and the tortoise shell on her head is shining.

7. When someone comes, socks shovel gold hairpin and slip away. -"Little Crimson Lips" Song Qingzhao

Interpretation: When the guest came, the sock shovel slipped away and left with shame.

8, stand on tiptoe, tortoise shell lightly on the head, waist if elegant Su Wan, ears when the moon, such as cutting onion roots, mouth like Dadani, fine steps, exquisite unparalleled. -Li Bai's Jade Family

Interpretation: The jade steps gave birth to dew, which stood at night and soaked socks.

9, Peng Bian Chai Jingshi is rare, cloth skirt or wedding dress-"Peacock flies southeast" Jiao Zhongqing's wife

Interpretation: Women in ancient China, no matter how poor, had to buy a few pieces of porcelain and bamboo. When they get up in the morning, they lift their hair and put it deftly in front of the hazy bronze mirror, which is the first thing they start to do in the day.

8. Poems about rings

Where is this sound? This heart will never be transformed.

The ring finger ring is deep and blue, and the ghost frost and snow are white.

Twist the ring and you will think of each other when you see it. May you play forever and endlessly. -"The Complete Tang Poems with Li Zhangwu"

(Wang answers Li Zhangwu's white jade ring)

Two rows of geese mourn Zheng, which means about a hook of silver. -Song Wenyanbo

If you want to present a delicate hand, take the ring from Longsuo. -Sui Ding Liu Niang Ten Poems

Why be diligent? About a pair of silver. -Three Kingdoms. Fan Qin's love poems.

The cultivator got an ancient jade ring.

Author Su Shu

Dynasty and Song Dynasty

Eternal prosperity is robbed of ashes, desolate and broken.

Yan Shu's gentle and graceful wind and dust, ring plough De Tanaka.

Savages work hard to grow crops, and turtles tear down grass with both hands.

I don't know if this ring is really used, but I'm surprised to find that you are Qigui.

The prince and grandson can't tell jade from fish, and there is no fiber in the ointment on their hands.

Soft and long sleeves, five clouds and high books.

It's wonderful to hear Kim's voice and stop her red teeth with ice.

The ring was refused to be sold by poor families, and the women in the East were poor and ugly.

Skillfully comb the fallen horse and sweep the eyebrows, and embroider with five colors.

The ancients knew who made these utensils, so there is no spring breeze at present.

I need friends and old poems.