Poems about Guyu Selected poems about Guyu in 2017

Guyu, originated from the ancient saying that "rain brings forth all kinds of grains", symbolizes the end of spring. So, do you know any poems about Guyu? Next, let’s enjoy it together.

Selected poems about Guyu

"White Peony" by Wang Zhenbai/Tang Dynasty: Wash the silk fabrics and cut them into white peonies during Guyu. The jade box opens with a strange fragrance, and the silver plate is made of light powder mud.

The dew is wet in the morning, and the moon is cold at night. After putting on light makeup, the family members leaned against the red railing in silence.

"A Letter to Envoy Cui of Nanba on the Way in Spring" by Zhou Pu/Tang Dynasty The travelers are busy traveling, and the spring air is warm again. Farming amid the croaking of frogs, returning home amid the green grass.

I feel ashamed that the Grain Rain has arrived and the wind has not yet warmed up. Zi Yu and I are leaving, and we should feel endless pity and hatred for them.

"A Day After Grain Rain, I Have Another Poem in the Same Rhyme" by Wang Yan/The scent of Tang flowers is stronger than all other fragrances, and I walk in the suburbs with my arms relaxed and flying. The spring scenery in the pot never gets old, and the light white and light red cover the short wall.

The wheat harvest is approaching in the flat fields with green waves, and the old farmer is feeling happy. Fortunately, we have enough food to eat and nothing to do, and we read through the books every day to look for the good old days.

When I am free, I feel the spring days are longer, and when I am drunk, my ears are as hot as if I were crazy. It is pitiful that you only plan for a living and then sit back and watch others fail.

"Guyu" Zhu Yu/Song Dynasty The sky is dotted with dots on the edge of the trees, and the empty eaves are written in dreams. The Ming Dynasty knew that Grain Rain had arrived, but had no way to stop the flowers from blooming.

Shizhu collected ingenuity, and Yansan achieved great success. The bird of Yue keeps its mouth shut, and I entrust my faith to God.

"Quatrain" by Monk Zhinan/Song Dynasty I tied a short tent in the shade of ancient trees, and a walking stick helped me cross the bridge to the east.

The rain from the apricot blossoms is wetting my clothes, while the wind from the willows is blowing on my face without making me feel cold.

"A Letter to the Vietnamese Monk Lingjiao After Tasting Tea" by Lin Hejing/Song Dynasty: Two fresh shots are shot under the Baiyun Peak, and the greasy green is long and fresh in the spring of Guyu. The quietness is like the snow on the lake, and the conversation reminds me of the people in Shan.

The gold powder hanging on the vase should be owned by the craftsman, and the white flower dotted on the veins is something I treasure. After I have finished my conversation, I would like to have three rounds of conversation with Songse.

"Mulanhua Man" Wang Yun/Yuan Wen Spring scenery in the east city, it is the Grain Rain, the peony season. Thinking of the fragrant buds of yesterday, they are now bright crimson and beautiful, and the red branches are bright red.

Liu Lang was deeply in love with flowers, so he made an appointment with Wu Ji to get drunk by the willow tree and in the baby pavilion. Her silk stockings float lightly as she walks on the water, and her jade plate hangs low to receive the dew.

The spring breeze blows around the embroidered silk. See colorful clouds flying. I pursue pleasure so intently, linger on the good times, and look back to see the mistakes.

Beside the short and long pavilion in mid-spring, I drink a cup, lean on the grass and face the setting sun. Even if the honeysuckle and snow are still there, I can't bear to see Yao and Wei leave the branches.

"Seven-Character Poem" by Zheng Banqiao/It's a sunny day without wind or rain, and the green bamboos are tall and graceful. I love it when guests come to me in the cool evening, with a pot of fresh tea brewed with pine needles.

A few bamboo branches with rustling new leaves, and a few horizontal strokes to depict the faint mountains. It happened to be Qingming and Guyu, so I sat there with a cup of fragrant tea.

"Tea Picking Song" Qianlong/Qing Dynasty I didn't enjoy picking tea the day before yesterday, because I just wanted to provide it for the officials to watch; I love watching the tea picking today, because the people of Wu make a living naturally and diligently.

Yunqi is a place close to the mountain roads, which are not suitable for officials to travel. People go out to pick tea when they have nothing to do, which is really hard work for men and women.

Carefully pick the tender pods and new buds, as Grain Rain is approaching tomorrow; the price is high before the rain and low after the rain, and the people's hardships are shocking to see Chen Mingbiao.

Sincerity has always been valued, not falsehood. Alas, the old and the young are all following the times. The worn-out clothes and coarse food were not enough for them, and the dragon balls and phoenix cakes are really tasteless.