Poems about Ling 1. Lingci poetry

1, Lingshi is rare, and the night candle shadows are red.

Lingling is well-proportioned and well-dressed.

Ling has served me for ten years, and her spirit is superior.

4, steady and exquisite.

5. Ling Ran crossed the cliff and reached the valley, shaking the trees.

6. Lingshi Yufeng thunderstorm, plum blossom last night.

7, faint, Ling Linglong.

8. Tibetan exquisite embroidered fan flowers. Turn the incense cloud.

9. Water musk deer is floating in the breeze, and camellia is soaked in exquisite snow.

10, Yaojincui, Linglong Island.

1 1, Linglong Ring wears a dress, but it has its own set.

12, it seems difficult to wear, and the windows are exquisite.

13, in Liuqiao Flower Hall, in the exquisite depths.

14, delicate branches, and golden millet.

15, exquisite green trees are in the pool, and the shadows move to the window.

16, exquisite, like a window lattice.

17, climbing rocks and radishes to a more secluded place, exquisite and close at hand.

18, Linglong headland falls into the water and belongs to Chunshu.

19, exquisite pale wall bamboo knocks on bamboo, overlapping painting Pingshan.

20. Jay Xiong Xiong leans against the blue sky, and the delicate windows are warm and green.

2 1, Linglong painting pavilion enters Hongming, vaguely Hongming enters Taiqing.

22, exquisite green trees in the pool, moving in front of the window.

23, overlooking the old uterus, exquisite and secluded.

24, smart four mountains and clouds, exquisite moon lights.

25. Exquisite and appropriate rooms are called platforms in Ming Jie.

26. Under the exquisite cliff, the staff is poor.

27, exquisite flowers, Yao grass also has seedlings.

28, embedded in the empty knot treasure cover, exquisite as color.

29, ten sides are empty, exquisite and eight sides are exposed to death.

30. Don't look at Linglong Rock and erect pig iron back.

2. Who knows the poem with the word ling?

Overlooking the broad road of Sophora japonica trees, facing the imperial palace-Cen attended Gao's "Floating Life" in Jeju.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? . Li Bai's class resentment

Huatuo wove shallots and beautiful gold rings. Lihe Gao Xuan Guo

Huan Xi sha Wei Zhuang

Want to swing,

I want to teach people to send, and I feel relaxed.

The curtains in the drawing room are bright and windy.

He's not very affectionate tonight,

Pears and snow on the partition wall are exquisite.

The jade looks haggard, making it reddish.

Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun

Rainy nights, sunny nights and exquisite days,

Wan Xiang Juan HongLing.

Dreaming of the golden hall,

Hemerocallis grow all over the stadium.

Embroidered curtains hang down,

The eyebrows are far away and the mountains are green.

Chunshui Duxi Bridge,

The soul of the fence is dying.

Wentingyun

Light a candle at the bottom of the well,

* * * Lang Changxing can't play Go.

Linglong dice Ann Hericium erinaceus,

Do you know if you miss each other deeply?

Reward Lotte Yuan Zhen.

Don't send Linglong to sing my poem,

Most of my poems are written by other teachers.

The Ming Dynasty bid farewell to Jiangtou again,

When the moon goes down, it's time to go.

3. Poetry with the word "Ling"

On the evening of December 1st, abbot Yang wrote three poems by Zhao Furen with the word "Ling". On the night of December 1st, Xiao Gang and Lou Shi were warm. In Xie Tiao's poems, there was a book, a provincial poem, a purple temple, a mourning poem, a shoulder-back poem, a grass poem by Wu Zhi, an exquisite poem, a cottage poem by Xiao Gang, and Xiaogang's Yuefu thought. There was never a long letter left. Xie Tiao's three miscellaneous poems were on the platform, exquisite Dan sill and Xie. Shen Yue and Liu Yongzhou painted the poem Fan Jincheng of Boshan incense burner, while eight poems of Shen Yue were staged. Looking at the moon, looking at the moon, Bao Zhao's ZTE songs, ten of which are four white and clear. Yuan Zhen in the front window gave Hugh a gift to sing my poem exquisitely. Liu Zongyuan's Book of Lu Hengzhou sent me a poem, and he didn't sigh.

4. Ancient poems about wind chimes

I think I think the rain in Hanyu Tianjie is crisp and crisp, and the grass looks far and near, but there is nothing.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. Pedu went upstairs to escape from the midsummer, and everything was dusty.

Across the street, when it rains, it thunders against the tree. The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the ground is wet and muddy.

After singing, the breeze rises and the lotus fragrance fills the neighborhood. When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Li Shangyin's "A Note to a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night" listened to the spring rain all night, and sold apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Lu You's "Lin 'an Spring Rain" shows the clouds in Baidicheng, and it rains and turns over the basin.

The roar of the Xiajiang torrent is like thunder, and the smoke hanging over the vines makes the sun and the moon yellow. Du Fu's "Bai Di" is coming in spring. I'm wearing a white coat, and I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a bead curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams.

Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! ? I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away. "(Li Shangyin's" Spring Rain ") Bai Juyi cries and goes to bed early, and the residual light goes out.

Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first. In Meng Jiao, the water in Chu is thin with ice, while in Chu Yun, it is slightly rainy.

Wild plums are in full bloom, and the list is free and easy to return to the rain, which can be seen all year round. Rain in spring is the softest.

If the spring rain comes, try to let it wipe your face. That kind of feeling is very gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. After the spring rain, flowers and plants will be more colorful.

Spring rain is their nourishment. Summer rain is the most enthusiastic.

Rain hits the eaves, and the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people feel that Yu Xia is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to be hit in the face by summer rain. It hurts like a small stone in the face.

Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain Autumn rain sometimes sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a gasp.

However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvesting fruits. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day came.

Winter rain, like an ancient woman, rarely appeared. If it rains in winter, it is likely to snow.

It is flying in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again.

Rain brings freshness to our world. Every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter. So, Yu-we need you.

Spring rain is coming, and many colorful flowers are blooming on the earth. It began to rain lightly.

The spring rain came to the grass again, and the green grass opened its mouth happily when it saw her coming. Sister Chunyu has brought a lot of joy and happiness to Spring, and we all welcome her.

The spring rain stopped slowly and went away gently ... The spring rain rustled in the sky and went underground. She came to the river and drew some circles on it. I came to the flowers again, as if to say to the flowers: "flowers, flowers, I am coming!" " "Flowers nodded and smiled happily:" Sister Chunyu, come and give me a bath. " Spring rain came to the willow again and said, "willow, willow, I'm going to slip." "

Spring rain is really naughty! The rain in May is a rain, and a wet picture is silent. Under the umbrella, melancholy turned into intermittent silence. Red umbrella flowers tell the tenderness of water. In May, the spring rain fell from the sky and my thoughts swayed. A story about rain was blocked by a beautiful girl. The red flowers seem sad? A person's fate, wandering in the whirlpool of water, you are pregnant with sad old dreams? Still can't let go of the shadow behind you? This scene, fixed at the crossroads, the traffic lights have become hazy and long hair flying, more clear in the rain. If you cry, it will be warm tears. If you indulge in it, it will be a classic and moving music. The sky is speechless. A soft figure looks fragile. I want to know your inner dream. I want to see your beautiful eyes. I long for your bright body. But you are more gloomy than flowers. I want to find a way home for you between blindness and clarity. I want to write down happiness for you and get happiness in the rain. The wind is blowing gently. You and I are sitting on the bench next to the tree. The cold wind gently blows your hand. Hold my hand like two magnets that attract each other. You saw the green shadow, and it began to spread along each other's fingers, much like the mood of spring. Maybe you are eager to blend in with your dreams. People want to see the secret of the half-naked moon. Perhaps it is this kind of scene wind, blowing gently with affectionate warmth, enjoying the sound of midnight rain. The dark night sky seems ready, and the long-simmering summer rain comes late. Tiny raindrops fall from the sky without rhythm and sway with the wind.

Uneven, discontinuous, a little bit, waves, gradually, I recognized its melody, which seemed to be its sigh. For an instant, it's so urgent, so urgent.

Come with the wind. I don't know whether the wind is too urgent or the rain is too urgent. It's stormy, and the cooperation is always so seamless.

"The rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings." Raindrops come with the wind and are unstoppable. Feel the argument of the storm and listen to its indignation and sadness.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the window and making a crisp sound. I don't know why I think this is sadness, crying for the night, or shouting for the dawn? I don't know.

I don't know when the wind became cool and soft, and the rain faded its last charm. The melody is so beautiful, the rhythm is so euphemistic, slow and orderly, which adds color to the quiet night. Rain comes with the wind, goes with the wind, and falls intermittently.

5. Poems with rhombic characters

Poems containing the word "Ling" include: 1, Qiu Jin's "Ri Shi Jing Jun Suo and Instant Original Rhyme" in Qing Dynasty. Man Yun's woman is not a hero, and Wan Li rides the wind to the east alone.

Poetry and thoughts are vast, dreams and souls are exquisite. The bronze camel has fallen into sorrow. Looking back, Khan Ma finally failed.

If you are so sad and hate your family and country, you can enjoy the spring breeze! Don't say that women can't do heroic work. Watch me sail to Wan Li and cross to Japan alone. The solitary sail is wider than the far sea, which moves my poetry, and the moonlight on the three islands is exquisite into my dream.

It is sad to think that the country died of dissidents; It is a shame that I took part in the revolution and have achieved nothing so far. Such a huge national hatred makes me sad, how can I waste my time in the spring breeze! 2. In the Tang Dynasty, Cen participated in Gaoshi and Xueju Dengen Temple Pagoda. Original: Birds can't fly, but the wind can't hear.

Mountains, eastward, eastward. In the distance, the green locust trees are arranged on the wide roads, leading to dense palaces and buildings.

The colors of autumn come out from the west and go through the city. Looking down, there are only a handful of birds, listening to the rapid roar of the mountain wind.

The mountains are rolling and surging, rushing eastward. How exquisite the balcony palace is with a straight road.

The beauty of autumn comes from the west, and the vast gray fills the Guanzhong. 3. Wu Shidao's "Lotus Lotus Leaf Map" in the Yuan Dynasty Original: Jade snow is exquisite and covered in green and red.

Life is infinite, only in painstaking management. Lotus root is as white as jade as snow, with delicate and transparent holes in the middle, which is exquisite and lovely.

Its green leaves and red flowers are scattered on the water, which set each other off. The life of lotus root continues from generation to generation, showing endless interest and thriving vitality. All the secrets of lotus root are in the "painstaking" of lotus seed.

4. The original version of Xu Ning's Tanabata in Tang Dynasty: Queqiao is boundless, and Yu Pei has a thousand sounds over Lingling. There are still people who have been away for many years. Instead of tinkering with rivers and lakes, it is better to look up at the stars.

A small bridge built by magpies spans the vast galaxy, listening to Pei Huan Ding Dong, the Weaver Girl, and watching her slowly cross the bridge. My parting with Iraqis will not stop year after year, and I look up in disappointment, only to see that Altair is still radiant and its glory will never change; My sadness is becoming less and less obvious.

5. Li Bai's original jade girl in the Tang Dynasty: the jade steps were cold and dew, and the silk bottom was wet, which lingered for a long time. Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.

Dew has grown on the jade steps at night, and the dew soaked the socks when standing late at night. I had to go back indoors and put down the crystal curtains, still staring at the autumn moon through the transparent curtains.

6. In the Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao's "Fisherman's Pride in Snow Knowing Spring Letter" Original: Spring letter knows snow, and cold plum embellishes Qiongzhi. The face is half open and half charming, and the court jade person bathes in new makeup.

Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.

A world covered with snow and full of silver. In this silver world, a cold plum tree adorns it.

The snow-covered plum branches are crystal clear, and the plum blossoms with branches are rich and clean. It is from this plum blossom that people know the news that spring has come.

Plum blossoms are in bud, pitifully beautiful and fragrant, just like a beautiful woman who just took a bath in the yard and put on makeup. Nature may also have a preference. She loves this delicate plum blossom as a foil, which makes the moonlight so bright, clear and exquisite and spread all over the earth.

Let's raise our glasses and have a drink. On this beautiful night full of snow, let's enjoy the wine tasting and enjoy the plum blossoms, and never get drunk. You know, no one is as good as plum blossom.

7. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Jiang Kui's "Eight Returns to Hu Dehua in the Middle of Hunan" Original text: The fragrant lotus leaves powder, the sparse tung blows green, and the courtyard suddenly breaks with dark rain. There is no reason to embrace the shadow, but also see that the walls of Shinohara are dark and the steps of moss are cut.

He bid farewell to Fujian and asked who played the water pipa. The most regrettable thing is that it is a piece of land, always making thrush. Long hate each other never pay, but now what's the matter, and the west wind to leave again? Cold and smoky, moving people far away, sailing like leaves.

Miss Wen Jun for a long time, leaning on bamboo and worrying about life. After returning, Cui Zun took two sips, took off the bead curtain and looked at the moon delicately.

Lotus fell, and the sparse phoenix tree began to fall green leaves. In the yard, an autumn rain just stopped.

I can't tell the reason, a person is suddenly sad. I saw fireflies flying around the bamboo fence in the dark, and the chirping of crickets beside the moss steps was even more heartbreaking.

I bid farewell to the guests and looked for the waterway to the west again. I wonder if someone on the water will play you a song? The most regrettable thing is to pay a beautiful scenery to the wailing birds. It is often a pity that we have known each other for a short time. Now, in this season of falling flowers, why do we have to say goodbye reluctantly? Hanzhou is full of smoke and water, the boat is about to set off, and my friend's boat is in the distance, like a leaf.

His wife must be looking forward to him at home, standing next to bamboo every day, leaving stockings stained with dust. After her husband came back, the couple were happily reunited.

Both of them got off the bead curtain and drank in front of the bright moon until dawn. 8. In the Tang Dynasty, the original text of "Bodhisattva Man, Rainy Night, Linglong Day": Rainy Night, Linglong Day, Wanxianghua HongLing.

Dream of the golden hall, full of day lilies. The embroidered curtain hangs down, and the eyebrows are far from the mountains.

Spring water crosses the stream bridge, leaning on the fence to sell the soul. Cordate telosma is bathed in the sunshine after the rain, and thousands of red silk are gently brushed, steaming and fragrant.

In my spare time, I dreamed of the luxurious hall, and the daylily beside it was green and long, where we met. The tassels of embroidered curtains seem to fall on my heart, and the green of distant mountains seems to be deep sadness between my eyebrows.

Under the bridge, the water is gurgling, and it is even harder not to think about the soul when looking at the railing. The spring water is full of my lovesickness and sorrow.

6. A seven-character poem begins with the word "spirit"

Overlooking the broad road of Sophora japonica, facing the imperial palace-Cen participated in the "Floating Life" of Gao Shi Xue in Jeju. Five-color empty balcony, exquisite fairy, Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow", but launched a fine screen. Looking at the glory of the autumn moon through crystal glass? Li Bai's jade class complained that Hua Tuo weaves green and gold rings are exquisite. Li He and Gao Xuan crossed the Wei Zhuang in Huanxisha, wanted to climb on the swing, wanted to make people feel relaxed and happy, and painted a curtain with the bright moon. This night, no one is very affectionate. The jade looks haggard and slightly red. Bodhisattva is full of rain, sunshine and exquisite night, and ten thousand branches are fragrant red. I dreamed of Jintang, and the courtyard was full of day lilies. Embroidered curtains hang down, and the distant mountains are green. Spring water crosses the bridge, and the soul breaks the railing. Wen lit a candle at the bottom of the well, but Lang Changxing didn't go. Linglong dice is a great city, and I know what acacia is. Heavy.