What are some poetic lines describing tulips?

Tulips are upright and vigorous, with plain and elegant leaves; their lotus-like flowers are dignified and moving, endearing to all. Since ancient times, they have been a flower that men of letters and poets vied to praise. The great Tang dynasty poet Li Bai of China has the famous line “Lanling fine wine, tulips, served in jade bowls with amber light.” Below, let us take a look at these poetic lines describing tulips!

"Traveling Away from Home"

Tang · Li Bai

Lanling fine wine, tulips, served in jade bowls with amber light.

If only the host can make the guest drunk, he will not know where his native place is.

"Miscellaneous Poems of the Year Jihai"

Tang · Gong Zizhen

Autumn in my heart is like the sea and again like the tide, only the autumn soul cannot be summoned.

Dimly, tulips are on the arm; gracefully, ancient jade pendants hang at the waist.

In the cold air of the northwest, whose sword is it? Sound fills the southeast, in how many places are the flutes?

A whole river of stars blazes countless, a single moon in the long sky falls to the treetops.

"Written Incidentally for Senior Official Zheng"

Tang · Du Mu

Speechless and graceful, as if lightly made up, on the painted skirt a pair of phoenixes and tulips.

Let the talented men of the Western Capital look on from the side; how do they compare with that lovely Qiao girl?

"Palace Lyrics"

Five Dynasties · Lady Huarui

Arranged the various courtyards to connect with the covered walkways, the outer railings winding around for more than ten li.

Blue brocade floor coverings and red embroidered carpets, all spread with borneol and tulips.

"Reply to Xiong Ben the Prefectural Judge Who Sent Wine from Jinling"

Song · Wang Anshi

Tulips are Lanling wine, needlessly coming into the poet's chanting.

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

Yuanming has not yet returned to his three paths, Shuye still joins in raising a cup.

After chanting, I think of where you are sober and drunk, facing Zhongshan's white towering heights.

"Ancient Sentiments Presented to Que bearer Qiao Zhizhi"

Tang · Shen Quanqi

The young wife of the Lu family, tulips; sea swallows roost in pairs on the tortoiseshell beam.

In the ninth month the cold fulling blocks hurry the leaves, for ten years of garrison duty she remembers Liaoyang.

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

For whom does she hold her sorrow and alone not see him, and further let the bright moon shine on the flowing yellow silk?

"Viewing Courtesans at the Residence of Vice Minister Li Yuanyuan Qin"

Tang · Shen Quanqi

Plump and graceful is the groom of the pink bureau, for five days feasting in spring light. Guests are chosen in the empty front hall, the notes are sought throughout the back chamber.

Jade hairpins adorned with kingfisher feathers, silk sleeves with tulips. Wiping the brows, they widen with the times; picking out the hair bun, their thoughts run long.

Warbling songs join their forms from afar, passing through dances they secretly form rows. Cleverly falling within the plum courtyard, slanting light reflects the morning makeup.

At dawn, precious tripods of food; in idle nights, tulips.

"Passing the Old Capital of Han"

Tang · Wang Ji

In the past when the great Han was not yet settled, the strong Qin still dominated the field. After the chase for the deer in the Central Plains ended, Emperor Gaozu rose like a dragon. He began planning the imperial seat, and here made Weiyang grand. The scale exhausted the beams and roofs, inside and out the moats were dredged.

The many lords honored Changle, the central court added Jianzhang. The Hook Chen constellation was covered with magnolia racks, the Music Bureau played the Zhi Fang. Kingfisher and pearl curtains, mandarin duck and white jade halls. At dawn, precious tripods of food; in idle nights, tulips.

Heavenly horses came by the eastern road, beautiful women overthrew the north. How glorious and prosperous it was, they thought it would preserve their divine long line. But the calendar of fate has its end, and Ai and Ping alas did not flourish. Ice hardened into great treachery, and the fire virtue then ruined its principles.

The mysterious position was not falsely reckoned, yet greed for heaven actually brought swift ruin. Souls and spirits sighed for the altars of state, jackals and tigers fought in the rocky corridors. Golden statues were moved to the Ba bank, bronze plates faced Luoyang. The king and lord had no place, and the years became how desolate.

Whose domain are the palace towers now, thick weeds entangle my clothes. The well fields have only grass, the sea has turned into mulberry fields. Once within the high gates, now beside the fork in the road. The remaining foundations cannot be recognized, ancient tombs lie in rows.

Foxes and hares startle the demons, owls frighten the monkeys into madness. In the empty city the cold sun is late, on the level plain the evening clouds are yellow. Fiercely burning the green thorns, rustlingly blowing the white poplars. A thousand autumns and ten thousand years, all in vain making songs and chants grieve.

"Ancient Meaning of Chang'an"

Tang · Lu Zhaolin

The great avenue of Chang'an connects with narrow lanes, blue oxen and white horses and seven-fragrance carriages. Jade imperial carriages cross and recross past the princess's mansion, golden whips in endless stream toward the marquis's house. Dragons hold precious canopies bearing the morning sun, phoenixes spit tassels trailing the evening clouds.

A hundred zhang of floating gossamer vies to wrap the trees, a flock of lovely birds together cry among the flowers. Crying among flowers, playing butterflies beside a thousand gates, green trees and silver terraces in ten thousand colors. Double passages and interlocking windows make union, twin gate towers and joined roofs droop phoenix wings.

The Liang family's painted pavilion rises in mid-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, how could they recognize one another. Ask the one playing the flute toward the 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 deeply hate the bed curtain embroidered with a lone phoenix, I prefer to take the door curtain and paste twin swallows.

Twin swallows fly in pairs around the painted beams, silk curtains and green quilts with tulips. Piece by piece the moving clouds settle on cicada-wing temples, slender and fine the new moon rises on crow-yellow. Crow-yellow and powder-white emerge from the carriage, holding charm and bearing manner, their feelings are not one.

Witch boys and precious horses with iron-linked coins, courtesans with coiled dragons and golden knee clasps. In the censor's office crows cry at night, before the commandant's gate sparrows wish to roost. Dimly the red city faces the jade road, distantly the green carriage curtains vanish at the golden dike.

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In the north hall every night people are like the moon, on the south paths every morning riders are like clouds. The south paths and north hall connect with the north ward, five crossroads and three avenues control three markets. Weak willows and green locust trees droop brushing the ground, fine air and red dust darkly rise to the sky.

From the Han dynasty the golden guards come with a thousand riders, kingfisher and tusu and parrot cups. Silk jackets and precious belts are untied for you, Yan songs and Zhao dances open for you. There are also others of luxury called generals and ministers, turning the sun and reversing heaven, not yielding to one another.

Their spirit has always pushed aside Guan Fu, their monopoly of power brooks no tolerance even for Chancellor Xiao. Monopoly of power and spirit are originally heroic, green dragons and purple swallows sit in the spring wind. They themselves say songs and dances will last a thousand years, they themselves say pride and extravagance surpass the Five Lords.

Seasonal things and scenery do not wait for one another, mulberry fields and blue seas change in an instant. Once the golden steps and white jade halls, now only the green pines are seen. Lonely and quiet is the residence of Master Yang, year after year a single bed of books.

Only the southern mountain osmanthus blooms, flying back and forth, striking people's sleeves. The courtesan's beautiful women, tulips, flying back and forth beside the young lord.

"Song of the Young Lord"

Tang · Liu Xiyi

Below the Tianjin Bridge the spring water, on the Tianjin Bridge the flourishing youth. Horse sounds echo beyond the blue clouds, human shadows sway within the green waves. Green waves ripple, jade becomes sand; blue clouds scatter, brocade becomes rosy clouds.

Pitiable are the willows, the heart-breaking trees; pitiable are the peach and plum, the intestine-rending flowers. On this day they roam and invite beautiful women, at this time songs and dances enter the courtesan's house. The courtesan's beautiful women, tulips, flying back and forth beside the young lord.

Bright and clear the pearl curtains reflect the white day, lovely and fair the jade face with red powder makeup. Among the flowers linger a pair of butterflies, beside the pond pace two mandarin ducks. She who overthrew a state and a city, Emperor Wu of Han; she who made clouds and rain, King Xiang of Chu.

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

I wish to be a faithful pine lasting a thousand years, who cares that the 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.