Poems of Qianlong Palace

1. This poem by Emperor Qianlong of the Ming Dynasty flows through winding streams, fragrant flowers and flowing cup pavilions. Qionghua is full of jade, and the liquid is too chiseled. Peng Ying has a flat land and dense urban forests. It has been loose for hundreds of years, and it is tall and beautiful. In autumn, geese are singing, and in spring, peaches and plums are burning. Looking for immortals in temples, Lin Ting is more pioneering. The alchemist helped Luan in the morning and set the crane free at night. The prime minister crowned the lotus and the general was tied with a red symbol. The chickens and dogs have risen, and the temple is like yesterday. In its heyday, the country was established, and the old system was due to battlements. Why waste the West Park alone? Gu also has his own strategy. I am lucky to be in the palace. In the summer of the second year of Yongzheng, the ceremony was opened. The frequency of exploring tourist attractions in summer vacation. The grass is green and the fish jumps. Lush sycamore branches and rotten lotus calyx. Or enjoy the water clouds and the scenery. Or Xun Pavilion in Fu Ying, the quips rise and fall together. Teachers and friends are relaxed, and Kundi is good at laughing and teasing. Autumn tour in the north, the peaks are steep and the sky is cut. Looking back at this mountain, it looks like sunrise. Karma has gone, and the scenery is precious. When crossing the Jade Bridge, the waves are lonely. Smoke distinguishes the balcony and pine and bamboo are like fire. He Yifeng has been famous for the past ten years. I went to travel again the day before yesterday, and I didn't enjoy myself. Yao Zhu Shu Qingyuan, frozen shore can not be moored. Today's scenery is good, but tomorrow's sky is brilliant. Step down from Yingtai Bridge and step on the ice. A dead reed seeks a winding path, and an empty temple opens a golden key. Through the clouds, the door is deep and the stone steps pass through the beams. Is to know heaven in a cave, which is different. In winter, the scenery is deep and lonely, and the green leaves are lingering. Sit around in Liubei Pavilion, and you will know more about it. Knowing each other, my friends are screaming. To its north is a rockery, and that stone is He Lei Ying. Climb to the end along the path and the deep stream will play. I was still afraid of it when I passed by. There is a waterfall hanging on it, and the structure is awkward. Water droplets mixed with ice flow, jade teeth cut the upper jaw. Its pool is not frozen, and it is suspected that there is Feng. At that time, the fish-watching pavilion was covered with pearls and gold foil. Go back to your saddle and talk about where you live. I smell mountains and rivers, good or not. Why buy mountain coins? The bottom needs waxing. Ping used to live in the water, but now she travels in the forest. I am free another day, but I am not good at teaching. The topic is quiet, and you can't rest without it. When the mind and the environment forget each other, the flood will stop. Xiao Xuan only moves his knees, which is quite comfortable. The window overlooks the blue pool and the waves enter the eyes. The stove can burn incense and the bed can rely on it. Cut short sentences on the spot and start talking about voice diseases? I am happy and comfortable, but I am not worried about competition. Security is not innate, but talking about it to suit my nature. Returning to the boat in the rain, the sun sets, the spring clouds are gone, and the drizzle is misty. Mid-stream sculls roll back to the boat, and smoke from a kitchen is dark in a village tree. The willows on the shore are waiting for the crows at dusk, and the sky is low and dark to urge the lonely people. Being close to the glass and too liquid pool is like crossing an icy river. The ship sailed on the Royal Lake, and the water was born in March, and the breeze did not move the glass. The balcony is close to the pot, and the willows are covered with thousands of miles. The capacity of the boat is like sitting in a jade well. Peach, green and plum are sandwiched on both sides, and spring scenery is embroidered by mistake. If you want to go to summer, you want to be too liquid. That is, the eyes are clear, and the green waves gently shake the gulls. Waiting for the ships of today and yesterday to leave, there is no need to be surprised when time flies. The imperial capital chants jade rafts and overlooks the forbidden forest at the bridge head. There are many castles and towers here that can echo Chihiro from afar. Two lines of smoke are beautiful in spring, and a few hectares are clear and green. The water in the pool is a river, and the palace wall often penetrates the city. Everyone likes folk music very much, and they are no different from each other. On the second day of the winter solstice, I went to Xiyuan with my 24 uncles and 5 brothers to test-fire Wisteria Whip and Miyagi Jiumo Lotus. Flat pool paved with jade mirrors, sunny and snowy shake money. Enjoy today's entertainment and recall previous years. East Chen Zhan is close and hazy. The breeze shook the trees in the garden, and the blue sky scattered clear light. When the air in Chuyang gets warmer, people will welcome it for a long time. Look at the frozen willows by the embankment and sit on the ice bed. Join hands here, and the breeze will make you happy. The banana garden has become an ancient temple, and the trees are hidden in Galand. Myrica rubra leaves floating in the rain, fragrant clouds protecting treasure niches. Follow the destiny to visit the resort and pay tribute to Gotama. Why use the Monk's Guide? It comes from this road. Too much liquid didn't try to cross, and the group was happy to walk. The Dragon Palace shrugged the shore, and the jade oars crossed the waves. No diving, no cold birds singing. Hirata Okanagan refers to the spring ploughing experiment in Japan. Yanjiao is difficult to dodge a bow, but Yang Cuiyu is light. When I was in the middle, I was shocked by the setting of the moon. Step on the gate of three beams, because you climb a hundred feet. Shuqing was late for the appointment, so I came back late. On the bank of Yingxun Pavilion, the mountains are gloomy and rugged. There are three roads in pine and cypress, and several floors in Ling Gang. The stone niche pierces the hole, and the cloud sinus is full of Luodun. A lotus friend who wins with wax shoulders and loses both sides.

Read white jade ruyi and hetian old age, and work as a jade worker. It's easy to come, but hard to forget. It is a good omen for the new year. Always willing to wash the terracotta warriors and horses, without saying anything and making a white ring. Guancheng Guangdian jade urn was sung again between Yuanzu and Yuan Dynasty. At first, it was a mundane mountain jade sea, which was placed in Guanghan Bibian. It has been more than 500 years. There are black and white prints between green and green, clouds and water are low, and the treasures of the five mountains are accompanied by the royal couch. From the minister, there is no joy. It has been several years since the Taoist room in the hospital, but it still shines like a piece of jade. Near Qiongdao, it is necessary for Tong Xian to cry alone. Hetian jade urn was cut yesterday, and the quality and appearance are twice as good as this one. Zhou Jian was in the summer of this year, after he gave love several times.

2. Can you give me the poems of Emperor Qianlong?

I haven't thought of Imperial Noble Consort Zhemin's poems for a long time, but I can't write a sad story. Suddenly, I arrested a 100-year-old visionary. I was surprised that my old friend didn't care about his great-grandson Biyin's recent sleep. I heard that it has been 45 years since translation. How can we not make people feel sad when they are writing? I am seventy years old. Who can live to be a hundred years old? Why does your figure always flash by so that people can't see it clearly? Do you know that our great-grandson is getting married? The poems of the prince, Zhu Huashan's drinking (offering wine), Zhao Ye Wei Xiong's intention is to improve men, and the history of the book is profound. In front of the grave, you should know that you are ashamed.

After waking up, the dream is illusory, but also sad and painful embarrassment. From now on, it is planned to abolish Cang Shu, and the ancient Buddha has no place to knock treasures.

You were born the bear of the Queen's dream, and you have loved history books since childhood. You shouldn't leave so early to mourn in your graveyard.

All our expectations have become dreams, which is really unbearable pain. I want to write a eulogy for you, a clever child, but I can't write a book and tell the Buddha silently. I experienced life and death.

? In the 11th year of Qianlong (1746), 35-year-old Fu Cha gave birth to his seventh son, Yong Gui, the filial piety prince. On this auspicious day, Yong Cong was born after the drought, and it was also the "Buddha's birthday"-Buddhists called it the Buddha's birthday on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month-and the emperor was overjoyed and wrote a poem: When it rained on the Buddha's bathing day, people suspected that there was something wrong with it.

I have seen millet fields in fertile fields, and I am even happier that the trees are celebrating. Human feelings are quiet and peaceful, and God's will is sincere and diligent.

Forehead and hand know that wealth is auspicious, and you can't get married until you pray for years. Our prayers finally brought rain to the sky. I know this is God's special arrangement.

After a long drought, the land finally has water and the trees are covered with green again. Giving birth in the palace is a sign of good luck, and I dare not ignore it.

I'm glad I got a bumper harvest and good luck. I hope the years will last forever. Rain after rain in Buddha Bath is due to the topic of Buddha's birthday in the second year, and it will continue to rain. The sky won't live up to Qianlong's expectations, and it will rain in Mao Mao at night. Ganlong will write another poem: the rain at night passes over the pillow, and the sky always bears the burden.

If it makes sense to increase the time, then there will be no holiday. Drunk plate Jia Zhiwei figure, Buddha bowl is good for Zhu Gan.

? It was drizzling overnight, which was another favor of God. In the face of God's grace, I have to respect God and love people. When it rains in spring, the whole world will celebrate.

If you realize your wish, it must be the prophecy of God and the blessing of Buddha, and you will get a happy harvest this year. Unfortunately, Yong Cong was under two years old and died of smallpox on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month (1747). On New Year's Eve, when thousands of families were immersed in the joy of saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new year, the palace was silent.

Only in 15, the childless Queen Fu Cha died again because of her beloved son, and eventually became ill. In order to show his care for his young son who died young, Qianlong issued a special decree: "The seven sons of the Emperor have always been sensitive to palace affairs, and their nature has become eternal wisdom. They have only been together for two weeks. They are different.

The Queen Mother of Notre Dame is the most beloved, because she comes from the right place, smart and abnormal, and I deeply hope that education will be established, which can be regarded as a kind of inheritance. I'm not going to die of acne today. I'm deeply saddened.

Brother of mourning min, the funeral instrument of the seven sons of the emperor should be based on the prince. "Annotation essence: out; Sue: Good morning; Different appearance: different; The successive deaths of the second son and the seventh son of the Emperor dealt a heavy blow to Emperor Qianlong, who was bent on making the eldest son of the Emperor Chu Jun. To this end, he once issued an imperial edict specifically talking about this issue: "Since I acceded to the throne, I have respected the heavens and the people with sincerity, but I dare not offend the ancestors of heaven and earth slightly. However, my ancestors died, and I failed to bow to the emperor from the ancestors, and I failed to become an official position in the future and inherit the unification. "

I intend to celebrate in private. I will want to inherit this system with my own son, do things that my ancestors have never done, and invite blessings that my ancestors cannot get. That's what I did. Note Yin Shin Ji Shu: I hope to inherit the great achievements of my ancestors; I don't want to, but I also suffered: my ancestors also wanted to inherit with their sons, but my fate was celebrated privately for several reasons: I had the selfishness to mourn the poems of Prince Duan Hui to ease my anger and make a fortune, and Liu Wei would be quoted soon.

If you want to treat your brother like a brother, why did you come with your mother? Try to say who can stand meeting someone. It's really strange to meet someone who is perverse.

I can't bear to touch the coffin and send more hatred. As a child, I know nothing. As long as the sacrificial cup is raised with resentment, the funeral procession will begin.

Your brothers are under the spring with you, but why do you take your mother with you? Who can stand all this, fate is always hit by mutation. You can't bear to look at the coffin again because you are afraid that sadness will come out of the coffin. You don't understand this feeling at a young age.

? When he felt that Huang Yong, the 265438-year-old eldest son, and Zhang Yong, the 65438-year-old third son, were "not sorry for my mother's death" and "unable to do anything for others", he was very angry and accused them of "not knowing the overall situation" and "not caring at all" about my mother's death. And solemnly declared in front of the ministers: "After a hundred years, the imperial system will never be inherited by two people.

..... I can't bear to kill Iraq, etc. With the feeling of father and son, Iraq should know how to protect and live in peace ... If I still don't know how to regret it, I still have crazy fantasies and I will do it myself ... If I don't measure myself and have different ambitions, I will kill my brother and brother in the future. Instead of killing my brothers and brothers, I might as well kill them for my father ... Crime: Sin mourned for Yong Huang Lingshi, the eldest son of the emperor, who was a melodious guide. It seems too heartless to follow people.

? If I know that I lost you today, why should I expect you to succeed? You lost three men in less than three years, and you became a bookworm. ? Peter said that people are still sighing and it is really commendable to follow without reason.

The study is almost separated by a stream, and the long inspection window shows the source of the sound. ? It's sad that the spring breeze has gone. Today is really a good day to see my son off.

? When I flew to the imperial tomb in the wind, I realized how rude I was! If I know today's result, why should I scold you for wanting to succeed? You lost three princes in less than three years, not to mention that you are a child who loves reading. It's amazing that you left like this for no reason.

Your study and mine are separated by a stream. You often go to the window, Xi.

3. Poems about Emperor Qianlong's trip to the south of the Yangtze River were written in the 16th year of Qianlong (175 1), 22nd year of Qianlong (1757), 27th year of Qianlong (1762) and 30th year of Qianlong (1765). He sailed south along the Grand Canal. Cities on both sides of the Grand Canal, such as Jining and Wuxi, naturally stopped his tour. Besides, he also visited many beautiful cities such as Yangzhou, Suzhou, Hangzhou, Zhenjiang and Nanjing.

Emperor Qianlong went down to the south of the Yangtze River and wrote poems such as Entering Shandong, Crossing Dezhou, Old Yellow River, Walking in the Plain, Crossing Jinan Miscellaneous Poems, Wangdai Temple, Mengshan Mountain, Crossing Yizhou and Tancheng Road.

Poems about Emperor Qianlong's trip to the south of the Yangtze River;

( 1)

(Aisinggioro-Li Hong)

For thousands of years, the pearl shadow of Jinshan has flowed freely.

Wanli Yangtze River floats with jade belts, and a bright moon rolls golden balls.

Looking 3,000 miles south of the Yangtze River, we can see Shilufu in Hubei Province.

The scenery can't be seen for a while, so I'm lucky to have a chance to visit again.

(2)

There is a reward for traveling in Jiangnan.

Red ball Hideteru, high bamboo lattice.

China ranks first in landscape, and flute playing on the Yangtze River ranks first in the world.

Lushan Mountain has its own feelings, and there are hundreds of prayers in the waterfall.

Intoxicated poems are often remembered in the mind, but when it rains.

(3)

Spring clouds are full of enthusiasm, and there are hundreds of hectares of southern brewing.

Looking back, I am still fascinated by green willows, and I will distinguish plum blossoms when I arrive.

I don't know the photos of yellow mud. It's really foggy and rainy.

Think of a crystal palace with iron flute and bright moon.

4. Who knows the poems describing the harem of Qing Dynasty? In fact, the harem of emperors in past dynasties was almost the same. You can make do with it.

Bai Juyi, a harem word

Tears wet Luo Jin's sleepless dream, Nancheng, and he heard rhythmic singing in the lobby late at night.

The beauty is not old, and has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on the clothes warmer until dawn.

Nagato Prefecture, Sima Xiangru

If you are a beautiful woman, you will feel at ease. The soul is excessively lost, but not rebellious, haggard and living alone. They all say that I come and go, and I eat happily and forget people. I am proud of my heart moving without worrying, and proud of my blind date.

Yi is slow and stupid, the chastity in his heart. I am willing to ask questions and make progress, and I will gain the respect of the monarch. I hope my empty words are sincere. I will leave the palace in the south of the city. Repair thin tools and set yourself up, but you refuse to be lucky. The outline is unique, and the sky is drifting and the wind is blowing. Looking at Lantai from a distance, God (brother-in-law, brother-in-law) is immoral. Clouds are gloomy and crowded, and the sky is overcast. Thunder sounds like your car. Floating back to the boudoir, lifting the curtain (Zhan Zhan, mixed voice). Sweet-scented osmanthus trees fight, and the fragrance disappears. Peacocks gather and coexist, and mysterious apes scream and sing. Emerald comes with wings, and husband and wife are fragrant.

When the heart is uncomfortable, evil spirits attack. Go to Lantai and have a look around, and stroll around the palace slowly. The main hall block is full of paradise and depression, full of worship. By the east wing, my husband is decadent. Squeeze Yumen and shake the gold shop like Hong Zhong.

Carving Mulan is sad, decorating apricot is beam. Luo's tree trip is like a tree, leaving the building and supporting each other. Shi Guimu's (thin wood, rich sound) is awkward, and the Committee is staggered with (wood-born, acoustic-born) beams. It seems that things have changed, like General Jishi. The five colors are dazzling and complement each other. For the wrong stone, it is like a tortoise shell article. The curtain of Luo Zhangqi is hanging down, and so is the connection of Chu.

Gently stroke the lintel to relax and see the center of the platform. The white crane cries sadly and is lonely in the poor heart (Foot Temple). At dusk, I look forward to it, and I feel lonely in the empty hall. Hang the bright moon and look at yourself, and stay in the bridal chamber for the night. Ya Qin's aid to tone sandhi can't last long. The case turned to Xi, and the voice was restored. Throughout the calendar, I am generous and self-sufficient (I'm going to Japan, and I'm proud of it). Weeping around, tears flowing. Relaxation and increase, (foot transfer, sound transfer) and hesitation. I am sorry for myself, but I am also sorry for the past. I had no face to show, so I thought about it and went to bed. If you think Shiba Inu is a pillow, then Xi is blue and fragrant.

I suddenly fell asleep and dreamed, and my spirit was like a gentleman. If you feel it and don't see it, the soul (king+king, overlapping, crazy voice) will die. The chickens are worried. They look at the moon. The audience is a star, and Bi Yuntian is an oriental. Looking at the atrium, it looks like frost in autumn and season. At night, if you are old, you won't be more depressed. Wait for the dawn, and your eyesight will be restored. My wife secretly feels sorry for herself, but she dare not forget her age.

Complain about singing

Ban Jieyu

Fresh and clean as frost and snow,

Cut into acacia fans, round and round like a bright moon.

In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.

I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the cold will take away the heat.

Give up donations and kindness will disappear.

Du Shen Yan, give me bad luck

Grass green Nagato mask, moss green lane forever. Pets touch new love, tear drops, so love stays.

Birds cry, dreams break, and flying flowers arouse loneliness. I regret the spring, and the fans welcome the autumn.

Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling

Last night, the spring breeze opened the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.

The singer of Pingyang's family has just been attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe when it was slightly cold outside the curtain.

Nishinomiya complains about Wang Changling in spring.

Xigong night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain and hate it for a long time.

Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun.

Changxin Wang Qiuge Changling

If the unfortunate man's fate is to be lost in thought for a long time, then he will see the dream of the king waking up again in his mind. The light shines on the west palace, knowing that it drinks at night, the obvious signs of favor are favored.

Emperor Qianlong wrote more than 65,438+00,000 poems in his life. According to the Concise Catalogue of Siku Quanshu, Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty wrote 39,340 poems at that time, not including the poems written by Chen Jia later. According to Zheng's Introduction to China's Philology, Qianlong "wrote 10 million imperial poems, more than (namely, Lu You)." Gan Long lived to be 88 years old. According to his life expectancy, he writes more than three poems every day on average. It seems that Qianlong wrote the most poems in ancient China.

Emperor Qianlong wrote more than 42,250 poems when he was 89 years old. In the Tang Dynasty, more than 2,700 poets wrote poems for 300 years, with only 48,900 poems. It can be seen that only one person, Gan Long, can block the world record of the world's first poetry dynasty for 300 years, which covers history, politics, economy, culture and education, home and country, and has a huge number of themes.

6. What are the poems of Emperor Qianlong, The Complete Works of Leshan Hall and The First Collection of Imperial Poems?

The Complete Works of Leshantang is a collection of poems and works by Li Hong in his official residence, which shows the ideal, ambition, interest and relaxed mood of the young prince Li Hong. It is saturated with orthodox Confucianism. Ganlong Li Hongchu, The Complete Works of Leshan Hall was published in Fu Zi. The earliest edition was in the second year of Qianlong (1737), with a total of 44 volumes.

The first Collection of Imperial Poems consists of 44 volumes and 4 volumes, written by Emperor Li Hong of Qing Dynasty and edited by Jiang Pu. In the 14th year of Qing Qianlong (1749), it was carved in Wuying Hall. Half a page, line 9, line 65438 +07, white edge, left and right sides, fishtail. Frame 20.3 cm * 13.7 cm. 24 volumes and 4 letters. Magnetic blue silk book jacket, yellow silk bookmark.

Extended data:

Emperor Qianlong was the most important emperor in Qing Dynasty. During his reign, there were more than 65,438+000 official books, and the Ming History compiled by shunzhi dynasty and the Qing History Draft ordered by Kangxi were completed. He also ordered his deputies to compile General Examination of Continuing Documents, General Examination of Imperial Documents and General Code of Qing Dynasty.

In addition to these historical and institutional works, other works are also famous, such as literary phonology, Wen Qing Jian, literature, Tang poetry and Song poetry, geography, unified records of the Qing Dynasty, farmers' time telling, medical records, astronomical calendars, calendar image inspection and other important documents.

The greatest achievement in book compilation is that Emperor Qianlong personally advocated and compiled a large-scale literature series Sikuquanshu. Sikuquanshu is the largest series in the history of China.

Sogou encyclopedia-Li Hong

7. What are the poems about "Emperor Qianlong went down to the south of the Yangtze River"? Qing Qianlong's Poem Rhyme of Man Qi in Yuyanlou is a spring cloud that wants to spin and spin.

Looking back, I am still fascinated by green willows, and I will distinguish plum blossoms when I arrive. I don't know the photos of yellow mud. It's really foggy and rainy.

Think of a crystal palace with iron flute and bright moon. Qing Qianlong's "Memory" Lushan bamboo shadow for thousands of years, the cloud locks the peak water to flow.

Wanli Yangtze River floats with jade belts, and a bright moon rolls golden balls. See three thousand borders in the northwest and twelve continents in the south of the Yangtze River.

I can't see all the good times for a while, so the lucky opportunity will come again later. Qing Qianlong's "Mulan Ancestral Hall" defeated the enemy and became a general.

Generally, a passer-by leaves a poem, which is better than Qiantang Su Tomb. Qingganlong "Sufang Mountain" pavilion is beside the Flower Palace, and the forest is quiet.

The mountain tour returns at dusk, and the lamps are bright at night. When the bell rang near midnight, Frost also read the police.

Yi Chan rewards monks, and I amuse myself. Qingganlong's "Qingliang Mountain" is green, the sky is blue, and the sleeves are cool.

The stone city faces west, and it will rise and fall through the ages.

8. Poems about the court, eternal sorrow

The emperor of China is eager to shake the beauty of an empire. He has been looking for it for many years, but he has never found it.

Until a child of the Yang family, barely grown up, grew up in an inner room where no one knew her.

However, due to God's undisguised favor, he was finally elected as a member of the royal family one day.

If she just turns her head and smiles, there will be a hundred spells, and the powder and paint in the sixth house will go up in smoke.

It was early spring. They bathed her in the pure swimming pool, which warmed and smoothed her cream-colored skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up when the emperor first noticed her and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her floating hair, the petals on her cheeks and the golden ripples on her head when she walked.

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 3,000 peerless beauties in his court, but his love for them is all concentrated on one person.

The Golden House is newly dressed to serve the night. When the table in the Jade Tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.

Brothers and sisters are all in the countryside, because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl was born instead of a boy, she brought happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can never get enough of her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the melody of rainbow skirts and feathers.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is faintly visible from thousands of cars and horses heading southwest.

The flag of the empire opened the road, moving and pausing, but it was thirty miles from the capital and outside the west gate.

The soldiers stopped, and no one moved until they might trample those moths under their hooves.

The flower hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. There was also a green and white emerald tassel and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her. He could only cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust from 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.

However, just as the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, your majesty's love is eternal and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the bell cutting his chest in the late rain.

In last contact that day, when the dragon car came home, the emperor stayed where he was and didn't want to leave.

The mud of Maweipo buried that memory and pain. Where is her jade-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.

Pool, 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? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are littered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that nobody cleans.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and the thin-eyed eunuch in her pepper yard; .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, while he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to the end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will ring slowly in the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will gradually become clear.

The porcelain mandarin duck on the roof became thicker and thicker due to the morning frost, and his kingfisher blue cover felt more and more lonely and cold.

Year after year, life and death are separated, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a heavenly guest and could summon ghosts by paying attention.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened his own path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, went into the ground and looked around.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in either place.

Then he heard about a magical island on the sea, with mountains in nothingness.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

One of them-they call it forever true, has a face of snow and flowers like her he is looking for.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Xiaoyu to tell Shuang Perfect.

This lady woke up from a dream in her canopy when she heard the news of Emperor China's envoy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Because she was in a hurry, her muddy hair band hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze filled her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears fell from her sad pale face, like spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she thanked him, her eyes shone with love. Since they broke up, his appearance and voice are strange to her.

Because happiness has ended in the court of the brilliant sun, and the moon and dawn in Xianshan Palace have become long.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

He expressed his feelings for the old man and sent him back a shell box and a gold hairpin through his special envoy.

But it kept a branch of the hairpin and a side of the box, broke the gold of the hairpin and broke the shell of the box.

"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 of the oath that only their two hearts knew.

On the seventh day of July, in Changshou Palace, we told each other in secret in the silent midnight world.

We hope to fly in the sky like two birds, and grow together on the earth like two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

9. How many poems did Emperor Qianlong write in his life? The feudal emperors in ancient China, whether they were Qing monarchs, Ming monarchs and holy monarchs, or those who were bad monarchs, mediocre monarchs, color monarchs and tyrants, seemed to inherit a traditional commonality, that is, when they sat on the Long Ting and were cheered by people for a long time, they seemed to have a sense of supremacy, unparalleled in the world and unique, which can best reflect this. Li Hong, Emperor Qianlong of Qing Dynasty, was no exception.

Among many ancient emperors in China, only one emperor can write poems best and most, and that is Li Hong, the Qianlong emperor of the Qing Dynasty. According to records, during the 63 years of Emperor Qianlong's reign, he wrote more than 43,000 poems, the total amount of which was close to that of the whole Tang Dynasty, many times more than that of Li Bai, Du Fu and others. Therefore, Li Hong, Emperor Qianlong of Qing Dynasty, was also the most prolific poet in ancient China.

Since the Qing Dynasty, Qianlong was also one of the most successful emperors, and his historical position was second only to that of his grandfather Kangxi. Therefore, the period of their grandfather and grandson's rule is often called "the prosperous time of Kanggan" in history books. Gan Long was deeply influenced by feudal ethics culture since he was a child. He is proficient in almost all the four books and five classics, poems and songs, calligraphy and painting. He is really knowledgeable. In addition, he especially worshipped his grandfather Kangxi. After he ascended the throne of the emperor, Kangxi followed his example everywhere. Moreover, he is more intoxicated with his literary talent and often shows off. He travels around in the name of patrol, and everywhere he goes, he always writes down inscriptions or poems. Local officials naturally have to compliment him, and Qianlong will inevitably be cheated, which has also become the driving force for him to write a lot of poems.