1. Excuse me, what are the poems with the number seven?
Poems with seven:
Chinese Valentine's Day (Tang Dynasty) Xu Ning
A magpie bridge stretches across the sky, and thousands of jade pendants pass by Lingling. There are still guests who have been there for many years, but I am not as disappointed as the River Drum Star.
Tonight on the Chinese Valentine's Day, watch the blue sky, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossing the Magpie Bridge; every family begging for tricks and looking at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silks.
Cao Song on the Chinese Valentine's Day (Tang Dynasty)
The cow and the girl met on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the autumn, and when they met, they were surrounded by magpies. The bright clouds return to the golden chariot, and the bright moon is hanging on the jade hook. Yan Yu has never been more hateful, but her beautiful face is no longer shy. What's more, it's the place where the collar is divided. The dawn arrow comes from the east and shoots Cuilou.
Qixi Festival (Tang Dynasty) Cui Guofu
The prefect of the Xianhuang clan has many sentiments on Qixi Festival. Fan wind creates jade leaks, and water writes the Milky Way. Your Excellency presents books, and Qi Luo is exposed in the boudoir. Thinking of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, when will the blue bird pass by?
Cui Tu on the Chinese Valentine's Day (Tang Dynasty)
I go to Yaoxuan every year on the Chinese Valentine's Day. Who said there are tears in autumn? Since the world is one year old, why not just have dusk in the sky.
Qixi Festival (Tang Dynasty) Du Shenyan
The white dew contains the bright moon, and the green clouds cut off the Jianghe River. The sky street turns seven times, and the pavilion road and two gods pass by. The robes are decorated with ring and robes, and the fragrant banquet is decorated with qiluo. Every year and night comes to an end, and there are many opportunities and feelings.
Fenghe Qixi Liangyi Hall Banquet Yingzhi (Tang Dynasty) Li Qiao
Lingpi Sanqiu gathering, the fairy period Qixi Festival passed. People came to search across the sea, and magpies crossed the bridge to fill the river. The emperor's thread rises to the silver pavilion, and the heavenly secret stops the jade shuttle. Who said that the seven-stringed chant will return to the five-stringed song.
Renshen Qixi Festival (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
I have driven the Qixiang chariot and am waiting for Xiaoxia. The wind is light but the sound is loud, and the sun is thin but the flowers are not blooming. The fragrance of cinnamon spreads far away, and the high elms send shadows slanting. When I passed through Bu Si in Chengdu, I was jealous of Lingcha.
Chinese Valentine's Day (Tang Dynasty) by Du Fu
The Morning Bull is in the west of the river, and the Weaver Girl is in the east of the river. We will look at each other forever, who will see each other on the Chinese Valentine's Day?
Qingjiang on the Chinese Valentine's Day (Tang Dynasty)
The scenery on Chinese Valentine's Day is so far away that we can only meet each other for one night. The moon is the opening candle, and the clouds are the bridge across the river. The golden crown moves in the water, and the jade pendant shakes in the wind. But my sorrow is even worse, I will leave in the Ming Dynasty. 2. Poems starting with the number "seven"
"The Man on the Lake" Author: Qi Ji
Emeralds fly in the dazzling light, and willow silk emerges from the fields.
When you sing along the green island, you will see a crane, or you will see a turtle in the clear waves.
(The fisherman from Qizeze should know me,) I don’t know who is competing for deer in the Central Plains.
The monks of the Fengshui Temple in Autumn are close to each other, and there are reed flowers all the way to the bamboo fence.
"Returning to the East to send Qianwei and writing in a boat in Nixi River" Author: Cen Shen
The day before yesterday, I released Hou Yin and went boating back to Shandong.
On the first day of the year, there will be a qianwei, and the wind will come back in the free and easy way.
(In July, the river is full of water, and the waves rise into the autumn sky.
There are Emei monks again, chanting sutras in the boat.
Stay at night to guard against tigers and leopards, and drive toward fish and dragons in the morning.
A roaring sound, and peaks on both sides.
Apes brush against the banks and flowers fall, and birds sing on the eaves of the trees.
Wu Chulian is in the mist, tracing the lake and the sea.
I recall being in Xiye yesterday and entering Nangong again.
Pilgrimages at sunrise, wearing huts to accompany the public.
I don’t want to abandon it now, why should I be so open-minded?
I will go to the sea and learn to ride on a boat.
Author of "Dazai Letian Xing": Bai Juyi
Dazai Bai Letian, branched out to Dongdu for thirteen years.
(The full crown has been hung up only in the seventies,) half of the salary has not reached the car.
Or accompany tourists on spring outings, or sit in meditation at night with mountain monks.
I forgot to ask about family matters for two years. There are many courtyards and kitchens with little smoke.
The cook told him in the morning that he had run out of salt and rice, and the maid told him in the evening that he had nothing to wear.
My wife and children are displeased and my nephew is bored, but I am drunk and lying in a state of contentment.
Let's make a living with you, and deal with the poor income first.
First, ten acres of garden in Nanfang were sold, and then five hectares of land in Dongdu were sold.
Then he sold his house and got two or three thousand yuan.
Half of it goes to you to pay for food and clothing, and half to me to pay for wine and meat.
I am seventy-one years old now, and my eyes are dizzy and my head is spinning.
But I am afraid that the money will not be used up, so I will return to Night Spring first.
It is not evil even if you have not returned yet, and you will eat well and sleep peacefully if you are hungry.
Death and life are indispensable, dazai dazai Bai LoTian.
Author of "Jade Clear Journey": Liu Bi
In the distant cold winter, Xiaoxiao is too silent.
Looking up at the Rui Palace, the sky is full of beauty.
Look at the white stream below, and build the true imperial residence above.
The sun gate is open in the west, and the stars are sparse in the south.
The Queen Mother came to Yaochi, cheering the clouds and supporting Qiong Yu.
The towering red phoenix crown and the swaying purple cloud train.
The holy posture is shining brightly, and the steps are moving slowly.
The immortal man holds the jade festival, and the maid holds the golden book.
The incense and colorful smoke are scattered on Beique Road.
The dragon and horse left without a trace, and the sound of singing bells filled the sky.
Riding the wind to rise to the throne, Yu Jing Yan Hua feast.
The three spring songs are wonderfully played, and the immortals of Gaoluo are immortal.
(Seven delicacies fly to the full house,) Nine liquids drink like a spring.
Lingpei hangs down from the pavilion, and flags and flags are displayed in front of the tent.
The lion and the lin are majestic, and the shadows of the luan and the phoenix are graceful.
It took only a moment to look forward, but it has been thousands of years.
"Ci Yun and the Four Rhymes of Wang Yuan's Miscellaneous Travels" Author: Wu Rong
It is difficult to subtract or add one point, just like the Huanyue gauze in Xitou.
The two oars are used to urge the boat, (Qixiang once occupied the incoming car.)
At dusk, the moon suddenly falls on the building, and at dawn, the mirror flowers are full of flowers.
Who could see Yulang’s broken heart, half-tilted by the wind on the exposed bed?
"Yicheng Guest Songs" Author: Gu Kuang
Beauty Yuli was born here, and she lives in Handan.
He has a bun on his head and long claws, and is good at playing the harp and harp.
The mica light of Xinyan's cage skirt, Zhu string and green water noisy in the bridal chamber.
Suddenly I heard that the fight of wine was about to end at the beginning, and the clouds and clouds were about to say farewell at dusk.
The Ba ape chirped and swallowed in the gorge spring, and the color of his clothes was wet with tears.
I don’t know who has set it up more, but the silk wall is partially broken.
Nanshan Mountain is covered with thousands of feet of snow, (Seventy-year-old people are not warm and warm.)
It is natural that people are tired of being weak in ancient times, and the love of justice is determined.
The best is like water, no matter how far it goes, remember the good things yesterday and give them away now.
Taking medicine is worse than sleeping alone and marrying a young man from him.
() The content is a poem starting with seven. 3. A poem containing the number "seven" in ancient poems
After a farewell, the two places are separated. It is said that it is March and April. , who would have known that in five or six years, I had no intention of playing the lyre, and the eight-line script could not be passed down. The nine-link chain was broken from it, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion was about to penetrate! Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts. All kinds of helplessness and resentment. Thousands of words that can't be finished. I'm bored by ten columns. Chongjiu climbs high to see the geese. The moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and people are not round. In the middle of July, burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. Six In the dog days of the month, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilly. In May, pomegranates are like fire, but cold rain showers water the flowers. In April, when the loquats are not yet yellow, I look at the mirror and my heart is confused. In a hurry, in March, the peach blossoms turn with the water; The sky is wandering, and the kite string is broken in February. I wish that in the next life, you will be a girl and I will be a boy. Lu You is seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain. Ji Xiaolan's "Song of Snow" one piece, two pieces, three four pieces, five pieces Six pieces, seven or eight pieces. Nine pieces and ten pieces flew into the reed flowers and disappeared. 4. Two or three sentences of seven-character ancient poems containing the number seven
Seven-character ancient poems containing numbers include: There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the ducks are prophets of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. Two or two returned to Hong and wanted to break away from the group, but Yiyi still looked like people returning from the north.
I know from afar that there is a lot of wind and snow in the Shuo Desert, but I am waiting for the spring in the south of the Yangtze River. ——"Hui Chong Chun Jiang Xiao Jing's Two Poems" Su Shi's flowers are flying to reduce the spring breeze, and people are worried.
Looking at the eyes full of desire, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips.
There is a nest of emeralds in the small hall on the river, and a unicorn lies in the high tomb beside the garden.
If you think about physics carefully, you must have fun, so why bother with glory. I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the court, and I return home drunk every day from the head of the river.
Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years. Butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and dragonflies are flying in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being. ——"Two Songs of Qujiang" by Du Fu The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. ——"April in the Countryside" Weng Juan is a stranger in a foreign land, and misses his family even more during festive seasons.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. ——"Reminiscing about Shandong Brothers on September 9th" Wang Wei went to Wangxiangtai on September 9th, and he had a cup to see off guests from a foreign country.
Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the swan geese come from the north. ——"Climbing High in Nine Days" Wang Bo. 5. Verses with the numbers four, five, and seven
Zhuo Wenjun: Sima Xiangru’s wife.
Representative works of digital poetry:
After one parting, the two places are separated.
They say it was March or April, but who knew it was five or six years ago.
The lyre cannot be played without intention, and the eight-line script cannot be passed down.
The nine-link chain is broken in the middle, and the ten-mile long pavilion is about to be penetrated!
A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts. I have no choice but to blame the man.
There are thousands of words to talk about, and there are ten columns of boredom.
Chongjiu climbs high to see the lonely geese, the moon is full in August and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not round.
In the middle of July, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky.
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilled.
In May, pomegranates are like fire, but they are watered by bursts of cold rain.
In April, when the loquats are not yet yellow, I look at the mirror and feel confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;
In the drift, the kite string is broken in February,
I wish you would be a daughter in the next life, I am male.
"Flying Snow" by Emperor Qianlong
One piece after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces.
Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces flew into the reed flowers and disappeared.
Mr. Huang Kan's "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Hundred, Million, Half a Pair":
A foot of red roses shades the blue stream, and a thousand feet of willow silk shades the six fences to the west. It is difficult to learn from the two-nest swallow, and the half-pillow always hates the five-night chicken.
For nine days, my body and mind were filled with dreams, and thousands of clouds and water gathered on all sides. 70% to 80% out of 10 will become a virtual phenomenon, winning three springs and two tears. 6. What are the seven-character ancient poems containing numbers?
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. Two or two returned to Hong and wanted to break away from the group, but Yiyi still looked like people returning from the north.
I know from afar that there is a lot of wind and snow in Shuo Desert, but I am waiting for spring in the south of the Yangtze River. ——"Hui Chong Chun Jiang Xiao Jing's Two Poems" Su Shi's flowers are flying to reduce the spring breeze, and people are worried.
Looking at the eyes full of desire, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips. There is a nest of emeralds in the small hall on the river, and a unicorn lies in the high tomb beside the garden.
If you think about physics carefully, you must have fun, so why bother with glory. I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the court, and I return home drunk every day from the head of the river.
Drinking debt is commonplace, but rare in seventy years of life. Butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and dragonflies are flying in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being. ——"Two Poems on Qujiang" by Du Fu The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. ——"April in the Countryside" Weng Juan is a stranger in a foreign land, and misses his family even more during festive seasons.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. ——"Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th" Wang Wei went to Wangxiangtai on September 9th, and he had a cup to see off guests from a foreign country.
Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the wild geese are coming from the north. ——"Climbing High in Nine Days" Wang Bo. 7. A seven-character Tang poem with numbers
Departing from Baidi City early Li Bai’s farewell speech to Baidi among the colorful clouds, A thousand miles of Jiangling is returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. "Jiangnan Spring" The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. Farewell · Part 1 Du Mu Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou Du Mu The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
On the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute? Leaving the Fortress Wang Zhihuan Far up the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city on Wanren Mountain.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. Du Fu's "Quatrains" Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling. The door is docked for ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Li Bai's "Drinking with a Stranger in the Mountains" The two drank together while the mountain flowers bloomed, one cup after another. I'm drunk and want to sleep, please go away. I want to bring Qin to you tomorrow morning.
There are also five-character poems: Drinking alone under the moon by Li Bai A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. The Eight-Array Diagram Du Fu's achievements cover three parts of the country, so it is called the Eight-Array Diagram.
The stone in the river will not turn, and the hatred will be swallowed up by Wu. Du Shaofu was appointed as Shuzhou Wang Bo. He assisted the three Qin Dynasties in the city, and looked at Wujin in the wind and smoke.
I want to say goodbye to you, we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.
Inaction is on the wrong road, and the children are stained with towels. Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night by Du Fu The sound of drums breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. Midnight Autumn Song by Li Bai There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love. When the Huru are defeated, the good men will stop the expedition.
Spring Hope Du Fu The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is covered with deep vegetation in spring. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpins are full of lust. Grass. Bai Juyi. The grass on Liliyuan grows old and withered every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell. Ask Liu Shijiu, Bai Juyi, Green Ant New Fermented Wine, Red Clay Small Stove.
It's snowing in the evening, but I can't drink enough. In addition, I excerpted some poems from Li Bai's "Lushan Waterfall". The water flows down three thousand feet, which is suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the sky.
Li Bai's "Qiupu Song" The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry. I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror? Du Fu's "Dan Qing Yin" In a moment, the nine-fold true dragon appears, washing away all the mortal horses.
Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
Bai Juyi's "Liao Ling" It looks like a forty-five-foot waterfall in front of the bright moon on Tiantai Mountain. Bai Juyi's "Buying Flowers" A clump of dark flowers is a gift from ten households.
Bai Juyi's "Silver Vase at the Bottom of the Well" A day of kindness to the king will lead to a hundred years of misunderstanding.
Bai Juyi's "Pipa" There are three or two sounds of plucking the strings on the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" Looking back, a smile brings beauty, the sixth palace is colorless. Chen Zi'ang's "Farewell to Wei and Join the Army" He said farewell to Sanhe Road with regret and said he would pursue heroes from six counties.
Wang Wei's "Old General's Journey" The governor of Sanhe recruited young people, and issued an edict to send out generals in five ways. Gao Shi's "Yan Ge Xing" The murderous spirit forms cloud formations at three o'clock, and the cold sounds cause strife all night long.
Li Shangyin's "Mawei" On this day, the six armies were leading horses together, and the Chinese Valentine's Day laughed and led the cows. 1. In the deep snow in Qian Village, a branch bloomed last night.
——Qi Ji's "Early Plum Blossoms" A concubine riding in the world of mortals laughed, but no one knew it was a lychee. ——Du Mu's "Passing the Huaqing Palace" A letter written in the morning to the Nine Heavens, and in the evening he was demoted to 8,000 people on Chaozhou Road.
If you want to eliminate evil things for the sake of sage, you are willing to cherish your remaining years. Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains where the clouds are crossing? The snow is holding the blue gate and the horse can't move forward.
I know that you came from afar with the intention of collecting my bones and burying them by the river. ——Han Yu's "Zuo Qian moved to Languan to show his nephew Xiang" The second and second sentences were obtained in three years, and they shed tears when they chanted them.
If a close friend is not rewarded, he will return to his hometown and sleep in autumn. ——Jia Dao "After the Poem" 3. Three cups lead to the road, and one cup leads to nature.
——Li Bai "Drinking Alone under the Moon Part 2" Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. ——Meng Xiao's "Wandering Son's Song" 4. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
——Li Shen's "Poems of Min Nong" 5. Traveling to the five prisons to find immortals is not far away, and it is easy to travel to famous mountains in your life. ——Li Bai "Sent Lu Shi Yuxuzhou from afar in Lushan Mountain" The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and the eternal sorrow will be sold with them.
——Li Bai "About to Drink" 7. On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" August. In August, the lake is level, and the water is too clear.
——Meng Haoran "Prime Minister Zhang in Dongting" 9. The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds blow it from the end of the world. Now we go straight up the Milky Way to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.
——Liu Yuxi "Langtaosha".