The Latest Complete Collection of Poems and Lines Describing Tulips

Tulips are sturdy and upright, with elegant and beautiful leaves, and flowers like lotus blossoms that are dignified and charming, making them beloved. Since ancient times, they have been flowers that literati and poets vied to praise. The great poet Li Bai of China's Tang Dynasty wrote the famous line, “Lanling fine wine with tulips, amber light poured into jade bowls”. Below, let us take a look at these poems and lines describing tulips!

"Song of a Traveler"

Tang Dynasty · Li Bai

Lanling fine wine with tulips, amber light poured into jade bowls.

But if the host can make the guest drunk, he knows not where his homeland lies.

"Miscellaneous Poems of the Year Jihai"

Tang Dynasty · Gong Zizhen

Autumn thoughts are like the sea and like the tide, only the autumn soul cannot be summoned.

Vast and dim, tulips are on the arm; gracefully, ancient jade pendants hang at the waist.

Whose sword in the cold northwest, flutes sounding across the southeast.

A river of stars dazzling beyond count, a long sky moon falling to the treetops.

"Casually Presented to Elder Zheng"

Tang Dynasty · Du Mu

Silent and graceful, dignified in light makeup, a painted skirt with twin phoenixes and tulips.

Talents of the Western Capital look on from the side, how do they compare to the fair lady of the Qiao family?

"Palace Lyrics"

Five Dynasties · Lady Huarui

Arranging all the courtyards to connect with covered corridors, the outer railings wind around for over ten li.

Green brocade ground cover and red embroidered carpets, all spread with borneol and tulips.

"Reply to Xiong Ben, Magistrate of Jinling, Who Sent Wine"

Song Dynasty · Wang Anshi

Tulips are Lanling wine, in vain have poets come to praise them in verse.

In the courtyard the north wind blows urgent snow, among the seats a southern guest sends cold wine.

Yuanming could not return to his three paths, Shuye still joins in raising a cup.

After reciting, I think of where you sober up and get drunk, facing Zhongshan's white towering peaks.

"Ancient Sentiments Presented to Qiao Zhizhi, Supplementary Reminder"

Tang Dynasty · Shen Quanqi

The young wife of the Lu family with tulips, sea swallows nesting in pairs on tortoiseshell beams.

In the ninth month cold fulling blocks hurry the leaves, ten years of campaigning and garrisoning remember Liaoyang.

North of White Wolf River letters are cut off, south of Red Phoenix City autumn nights are long.

Who is it that holds sorrow and is seen alone, and lets the bright moon shine on flowing yellow silk?

"Viewing Courtesans at the Residence of Secretary Li Qin Yuan"

Tang Dynasty · Shen Quanqi

Plump and fair the young gentleman of the Bureau, on the fifth day feasting in spring light. Guests selected in the front hall, tunes sought throughout the back chamber.

Jade hairpins and kingfisher feather ornaments, silk sleeves with tulips. Eyebrows painted following the fashion of the times, hair coiled with ever longer intent.

Warbling songs matching poses from afar, dancing forms rows in the dark. Cleverly falling in the plum courtyard, slanting light reflects the morning makeup.

At dawn, food from precious tripods; on idle nights, tulips.

"Passing the Old Capital of Han"

Tang Dynasty · Wang Ji

When the great Han had not yet been established, the strong Qin still dominated the field. After the struggle for the Central Plains ended, Emperor Gaozu rose like a dragon. He planned the emperor's seat, and here made Weiyang Palace grand. The scale exhausted beams and roofs, inside and out dredged moats and walls.

All the lords honored Changle, the central court added Jianzhang. The Hook Chen constellation draped in orchids, the Music Bureau played the Zhi Fang. Kingfisher and pearl curtains, mandarin duck and white jade halls. At dawn, food from precious tripods; on idle nights, tulips.

Heavenly horses came by the eastern road, fair ladies overthrew the north. How glorious and prosperous, they thought they would preserve their divine longevity. The calendar of years has its end, Emperor Ai and Emperor Ping alas did not flourish. Ice hardened into great treachery, the virtue of fire then ruined the order.

The mysterious throne was not falsely weighed, yet greed for heaven swiftly brought ruin. Souls and spirits sighed for the altars of state, jackals and tigers fought in the rocky corridors. The golden statues moved to the Ba bank, bronze plates faced Luoyang. The sovereign has no place, and the years are how desolate.

Whose domain are the palaces now, overgrown weeds catch my garments. The well fields have only grass, the sea has turned to mulberry fields. Once within high gates, now beside forked roads. The remaining foundations cannot be recognized, ancient tombs stand in rows.

Foxes and hares startle the demons, owls scare the monkeys wild. In the empty city the cold sun sets late, on the plains evening clouds turn yellow. Fiercely burning green brambles, rustling blowing white poplars. A thousand autumns and ten thousand years, all in vain make singing and chanting grieve.

"Ancient Sentiments of Chang'an"

Tang Dynasty · Lu Zhaolin

The great avenue of Chang'an connects to narrow lanes, blue oxen and white horses and seven-fragrance carriages. Jade palanquins cross and recross past noble residences, golden whips in endless streams toward marquis households. Dragons hold precious canopies bearing the morning sun, phoenixes spit tassels trailing evening clouds.

Hundred-foot gossamer threads vie to wrap around trees, a flock of lovely birds together sing among flowers. Singing among flowers and playing butterflies beside a thousand gates, green trees and silver terraces in ten thousand colors. Covered walkways and latticed windows form union, twin towers and joined eaves droop phoenix wings.

The Liang family's painted pavilion rises in the sky, the Han emperor's golden stem stands straight beyond the clouds. Before the tower they gaze but do not know each other, on the paths they meet but how can they recognize? Ask her who plays the flute toward purple smoke, who once learned to dance through her fragrant years.

If we can become flatfish, why decline death; I wish to be mandarin ducks and not envy immortals. Flatfish and mandarin ducks are truly enviable, going in pairs and coming in pairs, do you not see. I hate that the bed curtain is embroidered with a lone phoenix, I would rather take the door curtain and paste twin swallows.

Twin swallows fly in pairs around the painted beams, silk curtains and kingfisher quilts with tulips. Piece by piece drifting clouds adorn cicada-wing temples, slender crescent moons rise on crow-yellow foreheads. Crow-yellow and powder-white emerge from carriages, holding charm and holding manner, feelings are not one.

Enchanting youths and precious horses with iron coins, courtesans with coiled dragons and golden knee bends. In the censorate crows cry at night, before the commandant's gate sparrows wish to roost. Faintly the vermilion city faces the jade road, distantly green carriage curtains vanish at the golden dike.

Carrying slingshots and flying falcons north of Duling, seeking pills and borrowing guests west of Wei Bridge. All invite knights with lotus swords, together lodging at courtesan houses on peach and plum paths. Courtesan houses at dusk with purple silk skirts, a single warble of clear song fills the mouth with fragrance.

In the north hall night after night people are like the moon, on the south paths morning after morning riders are like clouds. South paths and north hall connect to the northern quarter, five thoroughfares and three roads control three markets. Weak willows and green locusts droop brushing the ground, fine air and red dust darken as they rise to the sky.

A thousand riders of the Han golden guards come, kingfisher and tusu wine in parrot cups. Silk jackets and precious belts are untied for you, Yan songs and Zhao dances open for you. Elsewhere luxury is called general and minister, turning the sun and reversing heaven without yielding to each other.

Spirit and will have always pushed aside Guan Fu, monopolizing power brooks no tolerance even for Chancellor Xiao. Monopolizing power and spirit are originally heroic, green dragons and purple swallows sit in the spring wind. They themselves say singing and dancing will last a thousand years, they themselves claim arrogance and extravagance surpass the Five Lords.

Seasonal things and scenery do not wait for each other, mulberry fields and blue seas change in an instant. Once golden steps and white jade halls, now only green pines are seen. Silent and sparse, Yangzi's dwelling, year after year a bed of books.

Only the southern mountain osmanthus blooms, flying back and forth brushing people's robes. The fair ladies of courtesan houses with tulips, flying back and forth beside young gentlemen.

"Song of a Young Gentleman"

Tang Dynasty · Liu Xiyi

Below Tianjin Bridge the spring waters, on Tianjin Bridge the youths of prosperity. Horse sounds echo beyond the blue clouds, human shadows waver in the green waves. Green waves ripple, jade becomes sand; blue clouds scatter, brocade becomes rosy clouds.

Pitiful are the willows, heartbreak trees; pitiful are the peaches and plums, heartbreak flowers. On this day they roam and invite fair ladies, at this time singing and dancing enter courtesan houses. The fair ladies of courtesan houses with tulips, flying back and forth beside young gentlemen.

Bright and clear the pearl curtains reflect the white day, fair and fair the jade faces with red powder makeup. Among flowers linger twin butterflies, beside the pond pace two mandarin ducks. Empire-toppling and city-toppling, Emperor Wu of Han; making clouds and making rain, King Xiang of Chu.

Since ancient times beauty is envied by people, how much more today when seen from afar. I wish to be light silk wrapped around a slender waist, I wish to be a bright mirror sharing a fair face. With you facing each other turning more intimate, with you roosting in pairs sharing one body.

I wish to be a faithful pine a thousand years old, who cares that fragrant hibiscus is new for a single morning. A hundred years together fade like the western mountain sun, a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages like the dust of Beimang.