"Pojun" moon shadow starlight oblique wind across the water.
Whose past does it reflect?
Snow outside the window wet the eaves.
Face the silhouette all night.
Years forgotten by the sound of piano
Frost turns your shoulders white.
Give up everything for faith.
Your tears, no one can see the lost face, deep eyes
All dressed in plain white clothes.
Pojun hung on the horizon and asked the world.
Who did you draw your sword for?
Finally understand that there is no forever.
Warmth can only be a moment.
Who will be with you in the end?
When everything is gone, it has been floating in the rain for thousands of years.
A dream in the bustling neon
The pain of breaking promises when I was young.
Only people passing by will understand.
Life and death in the city and * * *
Helpless, the country is broken.
The wind has passed without a trace, and tears leave memories.
A flashy Millennium dream
You don't spend too much money here in Yumenguan Yanshan, and Loulan won't pay it back.
Lonely city chaos, desert smoke trapped snow.
Huang Sha beat the strong enemy and complained that the general's white hair was not full.
Three thousand young wind swords wipe the branches of Populus euphratica. Don't be bitter. Look at Wu, who is in the east with me, and Chu, who is in the south, the saddest place in the world, and Gan Kun floating on the sun and the moon.
Drum horn blowing sand beach through the wind and rain Guazhou crossing pipa faint low v. Guan issued a Ma Si for no reason. Wu Gou's blood spilled Chibi cream to keep Jiujiang alive and dead.
The black belt towel of the prosperous Jinju Xiang feather fan is fighting for sparse, red, sending snow in the snow, thousands of gulls and rivers, a lifetime of hard work, looking at the south of the Yangtze River and the west wind in the north of the Yangtze River, how many people have returned?
Laughing, tossing and turning, taking off the uniform, abandoning the golden whip and holding the sword before the next stage, asking the sky to float into the world of mortals, sighing a dream, the golden tripod is broken, the ice lamp is full, the shadow is scattered, and the previous dynasty is light.
I fiddled with my fingers and read thousands of volumes of ink, but I was full of spring scenery, but I couldn't wake up from my dream. For thousands of years, I couldn't return to the sunset and look back at the glory of the past.
Tell the wind drum to be bleak, and then no one will follow.
"A Snow" is derived from the chapter in Nana Yi Xue in which Xue and Huo Zhanbai drink.
Hay curls, frost freezes, and cold lights reflect snow.
Thousands of miles away in the north, a quiet night, a half-scented sandalwood, a rolled bead curtain, and a smiling cup with the song of the building.
Pick a pillow, slightly curved plum edges, a few wisps of cinnabar, alcohol and green ant fragrance on the Mo Jing in the sinking year, and lightly lean on the red stove to dye the soft porch.
There is a feeling of snow in the evening outside. Jonko's pear face is hidden. The moon is drunk. After drinking a snow, there is a ray of green in an old bottle and a red stirring in a quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Mo Xiang Zhan cheng nan
However, Loulan on the Yanshan side of Yumenguan will not be returned.
Lonely city chaos, desert smoke trapped snow.
Huang Sha beat the strong enemy and complained that the general's white hair was not full.
Three thousand young men are touching each other with swords.
Populus euphratica broke its sail and hoof, and its companions returned to the flowers.
Xiying went swimming on the beach, sat on his shoulder, looked at many clues and sighed at the vicissitudes of life.
Screen in the upper reaches of the water, it is to explore the sky, rest the day, hide mulberry fields, and stay in the building.
The magpies in Little Ling Fei are still full of doubts. I want to ask if it is cold sand purple, but it is a late bird. Why is it like a lonely puzzle? Like a dream. Like a broken dream. Always clear.
Why are mountains and rivers like lonely puzzles? Who dreams like a dream? Jinse is Hugh.
Loulan in Yumenguan doesn't waste time watching the sword lingering in the misty water city chaos.
Three thousand years ago, it was snowing in the sky, and the mountain side of the desert was like a heart.
Who was wrong then?
(Snow) There is no wind in the left moon. Who was wrong then?
Wandering around the rivers and lakes, the sky is blue and the promise is clear.
Laugh at the west wind and the dying moon.
Lonely shadows are hard to depend on each other.
Who is drinking wine with a smile on the waterfront of Luoshui?
How to print blue sky and blue sky on the piano?
(Snow) Nai's life is full of cherry blossoms.
In the middle of the night, a sad song was turned over
(a) who is cold-hearted, who wields a sword to drown his sorrows and forgets Sichuan several times.
Occasionally look back on the heartbreaking changes in the world.
Where are the tears and lovesickness? I hope you didn't come back.
The language of streamer mirror, farewell.
Nianbai:
(Ghost) The wind blows wildly, and there is no trace of tears.
Intermittent and red, nine days of mysterious attack, looking back at the hundred seasons.
I hate who tells me my life experience, when I leave my family, when I rest. My soul came back and lost me.
Blood is red, old mulberry is lonely, and the sea is flowing. Mountains and rivers are always silent.
(Snow) A sigh after a hundred years of silence in two cities.
Pojun's tears look a little nostalgic.
Dragon wars hurt the soul of the stars, and blood vows are broken.
Fate comes and goes, who knows the regret in my heart?
White hair is hard to break.
Return to the market and cross the other side of reincarnation
Death destroyed the wheel of fortune.
Floating clouds echo the call of this life.
(Snow) Ying Ying is holding hands and watching the pulse by the water.
Ross beat another gentleman and flew to Xi.
Words are difficult to understand and emotional grievances are on the lips.
However, the big blue sea and the sky was covered with blood.
The soul of a lifetime of love dissipates like a cloud.
What year is Liuhe today?
Tears rolled down her face and the tide gradually receded. ......
Dancing and wandering in the wind, I don't know what will happen tonight. What do you mean?
I wander and dance in the cold wind, and I don't know what night it is tonight.
The full text is from Su Shi's Nian Nujiao: Looking into the distance from a height, you can see the sky, but there is no trace of Wan Liyun. Ghost woman flies to a place with light and takes a cold dip for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, coming and going from Luan, people are in Liangguo. Mountains and rivers are picturesque, and smoke trees are vivid. I clap my hands and sing wildly, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, and become a guest. Dancing and wandering in the wind, I don't know what kind of night it will be I want to return by wind, so I don't need to ride Peng Yi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off with a loud sound.
What is the meaning of lofty sentiments adverbial?
A thousand miles away, the golden armor is cold, the garrison building is cold, and the dream is Chang 'an. Homesickness looks wide every day, and the missing stars are also disabled. Draw a corner and whimper a few times, the snow is leisurely. -Niu Qiao's "Ding Xifan" rustled, and the sound was everywhere, worrying about the angle and worrying about the sign. Zhongqing North, Heishan West and Sha Fei gather and disperse infinitely, and passers-by often lose. -Mao Wenxi's "Ganzhou Times" has served the country for forty years, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. -Li Yu's "Broken Array" is too defensive, spending thousands of words and drinking for thousands of minutes. Now using young people, you can see the old man sitting in front of the bottle. -Ouyang Xiu's "Hunting for the DPRK" failed the list and experienced poverty. One is a fisherman and the other is a farmer. If you hadn't met at that time, you would be a hero. Tang Wu meets, and the wind is like a tiger and a dragon. The ups and downs are only a joke. Until now, thousands of years later, who is striving for merit? -Wang Anshi's "Langtaosha Order" died in the boat, and Jiang Hai sent the rest of his life. -Su Shi's "Linjiang Fairy" is a bit arrogant and travels a thousand miles. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou" drunk dancing down the mountain, the bright moon belongs to everyone. —— Huang Tingjian's "Water Tune" is a youthful chivalry and a five-male. Hepatobiliary cavity, hair shrinkage. In the talks, share life and death, and keep a promise. Bravely push up, stand proudly, lightly hug, Qi Fei, patchwork. Booming drinking, cold jars floating in spring, sucking seawater and hanging rainbows. Call the eagle dog casually, pick the bow in vain, and the hole is empty. Happy in a hurry. Resign from Feng Dan like a daydream. The bright moon * * *, overflow lonely meet. Official redundancy, pregnancy, dust, books. You are like a cloud, for rough use, and suddenly you are outstanding. Encouragement, the benefit of fishermen, is also the worry of thinking. Don't ask for a long tassel, take the arrogant species and shout at the west wind with your sword. I hate climbing mountains and facing water. I gave a handful of seven-stringed paulownia in my hand and looked at it and gave it back to Hong. -He Zhu's Song of Six Kingdoms (this sentence is all heroic) Have you been heroic all your life? Who is the hero? -Ye Mengde's "Water Tune Songs" has thousands of poems and thousands of wines. How many times have I paid attention to princes! Jade Pagoda Golden Que has no intention of returning, and plum blossoms are drunk in Luoyang. -Zhu Dunru's Partridge Day shook the world of mortals, and it was even more inappropriate to wake up drunk. Green clothes and green hats are used to put on snow. -Zhu Dunru's "Good Things Close" Xijiang River is full, Beidou is careful, and Vientiane is a guest. I don't know what night it is! -Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Nian Nujiao" Jiang Zuo Shen Han seeks fame, do you know the wonderful truth of muddy mash! Looking back, I called Yun Fei the wind. Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons. -Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang" If you are alone with Huanghua, you are afraid that Huanghua will laugh at people. -Liu Kezhuang's "He Xinlang" persuaded the sunset for you with wine, and left a night in the flowers. -Song Qi's "Lou Yuchun" I pity you most for dancing in the middle of the night, saying that people's hearts are as iron as death, and they should work hard to mend the sky. -Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang" is not only generous, but also loyal to his own life. -Wang Wei's "Yimen Song" meets the spirit to drink for you, high horse. -Wang Wei's Youth Travel is out of fashion, clapping and laughing by the roadside. -Cao Xueqin's "Chai Touju" (from "A Dream of Red Mansions") Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan? -Li He's "South Garden" has been thinking about breaking the world of mortals all his life, and his sword is hidden in Xuan Lu. Wan Zhan claimed not to mention the blade, and he was born with a pair of eyes. -Shang Chen met Jun Jun like a dream of spring, laughing without a trace, talking without a trace, foggy and windy. Bow your head and think, but you are confused. There was nothing and no comfort, and your heart was as cold as ice. -Chen Tang The heroes of the world came from our generation and were pushed into the rivers and lakes. When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. Carrying a sword, riding a ghost rain, bones like mountains, birds flying. The world is like a tide of people, just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu. (from Tsui Hark's movie) I want to go to heaven, and I want to leave home twice to see the moon; I don't know where to stay tonight. Pingsha Wan Li is deserted! -Cen Can's "Work in the Sea" I cross the knife and laugh, I want to stay in Kunlun Mountain. -Tan Sitong's "Prison Wall" drinks crazy songs, and life is empty. Who is arrogant? -Du Fu's "To Li Bai" sings a drunken song and is proud of dancing the sunset. I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? -Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing" is drunk on the beauty's lap, and there is a killer weapon when you wake up; Not Lian, but the right to kill! People's heads make wine glasses and drink the blood of hatred. -Shi Dakai's "Into the Sichuan Topic Wall" is generous in the Central Plains, not for enmity. I just feel that the sky is falling, and I want to save Yuanyuan with my bare hands. -Zeng Guofan arrogant laugh wildly, tonight will be drunk! Generous Yan city, calmly be a prisoner of Chu, lead the knife into the fast, not young! -Wang Jingwei, I summed this up myself. In addition to the above, I also recommend Li Bai's Into the Wine, Xie Tiao Tower's Farewell to the School Book Cloud, Tianmu Mountain's Dream Ascending to Heaven, Yuefu's Chivalrous Journey and Cao Zhi's White Horse, because they are too long, they will not be posted. If I see something suitable again, I will continue to add it. I hope I can help you.
The evening breeze blows the setting sun, and the spring scenery fades. What do you mean by the green on Liu and the smoke in the kitchen?
If the heart is like snow, the feather that writes slowly is Gong Yan; Book fragrance makes wine, and poetry is clear; Send a message in red and pass it on; Splash ink to condense the picture of painters. Fireworks have a fleeting time, silently counting the cold in loneliness and pain, quietly enjoying youth in light singing and dancing, waiting for flowers to bloom under the eaves in front of the courtyard, sitting under the canopy of the sky and watching the clouds roll and relax. Listening to the rain on the railing, my thoughts swam in the rain and danced into butterflies. Riding a light dance filled with rain and fog, it condenses into a curtain of dreams. Such as the feelings of lotus, let the beautiful acacia break into a butterfly, dance lightly at the fingertips of the fleeting time, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, pick off the stars all over the sky and give a gift to explain flowers. Look at the place, eyebrows are low, and if you give gifts to each other, it doesn't hurt. The homesick sail ran aground on the windless sea. The budding heart is lost in the song of summer night. Love is hurt when you don't know the truth, the beginning and the end. You can't escape the dialogue in your heart. Holding a piece of paper, writing a poem for you, thinking about it, has been moved. An egret looking at the broken line and strolling leisurely. A wisp of lingering emotion overflows, the ancient ferry and the slender bamboo flute are playing the eternal swan song of the world of mortals. Borrow a piece of plain paper, take Mo Xiang as the word, spread the sadness between your eyebrows with the elegance of Song Ci, and beautify your earthly charm with flowers. Holding a handful of water, cutting a wisp of breeze, carrying thousands of feelings, quietly in the world, indifferent to each other. A long fragrance, such as autumn water, is intoxicating, lingering in your fingers, carrying your thoughts, waiting for the clear water and the long moon in the youthful years when the night is as cool as water and the rain is as light as cold ... ● Tonight, standing in the clouds of the sunset. Give deep and long feelings to long poems, sing the graceful beauty in songs and poems, and go boating on the water. I don't know how many lingering notes my slender soul can carry for you. I am afraid that after a few seasons, my pen and ink will gradually cool down. I don't know you, will you still ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years and play a welcome heart sound for me? Willow trees are dancing to make the wind quiet. Tears for you, the butterfly language is popular in the still night. Who is your watch, who will read your melancholy. If there is an afterlife, I will be a heartless person, drink Meng Po Tang, cross the Naihe Bridge, cut off eternal love, forget the love of the Millennium, and bury my vows on the Sansheng stone forever. In this way, can I have no nostalgia? Can you be so heartbroken? Can you be heartless? If the night is light, the dream shadow is tired of leaning on flowers. I am full of tenderness and sadness, I will be elegant, I will be full of paper customs; Twisting the moon for three minutes, it becomes a flower edge, fate is displaced, and the dust edge is abolished. Dreams are far away, but your shadow is as pale as smoke, but it is always in my distance. I use my delicate fingers to stand slim, cross the willow bank, carry a wisp of breeze, fly over the dust of a thousand years, and lie drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, in the flowers in my dream ... ● The night is very thick and the dream is too thin. Who wants to wait for whom? A long and gorgeous chapter in life, who wants to stay for whom? Fireworks can't be cut, but neither can they. Hold a handful of acacia rain, fold a missing flower, float across the chrysanthemum platform, crush autumn flowers, gather your figure with expectation, and tell me that my dream has broken my sadness, but I wonder if I can hear my faint sigh in the world of mortals? Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day? Dance your fingers gently, cross the oblique clouds, cut out a plain clothes for your mood, and write it gently into the fleeting time with simple and faint feelings. Cut off the sunset glow, embrace a deep feeling, embrace a shallow pity, swing a graceful heart, dance in the cool breeze and bright moon, and listen to the passage of time. Looking back at the fine dust, watching the wonderful fireworks show, guarding the long stream of Shui Yuan and crossing the dust for thousands of years are all warm to you. ● Cut the candle and talk at night yesterday. Today, the horizon was broken. When is the evening? For you, I picked up the scenery all the way, sang and danced for you, gently closed my eyes, picked a petal floating in my hair, and threw a heart sound like water all the way. Miss a thousand miles of smoke, sigh and sigh, if you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish your obsession and expectation to a corner of the sea, and never be contaminated with acacia again, isolated from your concern? ● Smoke is frivolous, slender tassels dance like filar silk thoughts, and the rain is soft and indulged in the warmth of butterflies. You know, the mediastinal landscape, every time the butterfly wings move, it will open a flower. Water clouds, how I want to wake up the clear water with flowers, leaving only beautiful scenery, even if it is silent and still. ......
What does * * * ChanJuan mean?
Chan Juan, first of all, describes the graceful posture, beautiful, beautiful; The second is to describe the bright moonlight or indicate the moon; Third, the names of literary characters in Qu Yuan, a drama written for Guo Moruo.
"ChanJuan" here refers to the moon. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, thousands of miles away in Qian Shan can't stop our lovesickness, so we will talk to the moon.
Su Shi-the head of water tune
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
This word was written in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing (A.D. 1076, 9th year of Xining, Song Shenzong). Su Shi is forty-one years old, and he is the magistrate of Mizhou (Zhucheng, Shandong). At that time, Su Shi and his disciple You had disappeared for six or seven years.
The thoughts and feelings expressed in this word are very obvious. Su Shi was frustrated and disappointed in the Mid-Autumn Festival because of his political frustration and separation from his brother Su Zhe. However, he did not fall into a negative and pessimistic mood, immediately eliminated his worries with transcendental philosophical thoughts, and finally showed the contradictory process of loving human life. However, there were many misunderstandings among predecessors, saying that Zongshen read a sentence in Qionglou Yuyu and sighed, "Su Shi always loved Jun", that is, he moved to Ruzhou. This statement is inconsistent with the facts. After Su Shi moved to Ruzhou in Huangzhou, it can't be said that he moved to Ruzhou because of this word.
I hope that people will live for a long time. The first part of Shan Juan's ci is mainly to express his feelings about politics. When will there be a bright moon at the beginning? Asking about wine in the sky is from Li Bai's poem "Drinking and Asking about the Moon": "When is there a moon in the sky? I'm going to stop for a drink and ask. " At the same time, it is pointed out that drinking and enjoying the moon. Then I said, "I don't know the heaven palace, what year is it tonight?" On the surface, it seems to praise the moonlit night; The current situation of the imperial court also has some enlightenment. "What's the evening" in The Book of Songs? Look at this lover! " I don't ask what day it is, but in a praising tone: "What a beautiful day!" " The meaning of. The following three sentences "I want to go home by wind" ostensibly mean "I originally came from the fairy realm, and now I want to return to the' Qionglou Yuyu' where the fairy lives in the sky by wind, but I am afraid I can't stand the cold in the sky". These words also mean that in terms of political opportunities, I want to return to the imperial court, but I am afraid that the party struggle is fierce and it is difficult to shelter. The last sentence "dancing to find a shadow is like being on earth" means that since heaven can't go back, it is better to be on earth. The so-called "soil" here is to be a local official, and as long as you work hard, you can also contribute to the country. After that, he looked up at the bright moon and couldn't help dancing, showing a positive and optimistic mood.
The first part of this poem describes his life experience and contradictory feelings, and the second part expresses his nostalgia for his brother. Su Shi and Su Zhe are brother and sister. According to Su Zhe's "Transcendental Taiwan Narration", "Zi Zhan (Su Shi's character) is in charge of Yuhang and cannot be replaced for three years. In Jinan, I also sought to defend Dongzhou. Since we invited Gaomi, we have an order to move to Mizhou in May. " Su Shi abandoned Hangzhou, which has beautiful lakes and mountains, because brotherhood goes from south to north. But after arriving in Michigan, I still can't see my brother often. Missing my brother constitutes the lyric text of the next paragraph of this word.
I hope people live a long life. The words "Zhuan Zhuge, Low-lying Households, Sleepless" and "Zhuan Zhuge" in the title of the next film mean that the moonlight moves to the beautiful castle. A "low-level household" means that the moonlight shines on people who are sad and don't hate, making them unable to sleep well. Zhuge and Hu Qi are compared with the previous film Qiong Lou Yu Yu. Write both moonlight and people under the moon. This naturally transitions to another theme, personal homesickness. "There should be no hate" is a kind of rhetorical and complaining question to the moon. "There should be no hate" but there is hate in it, which means "Tao is ruthless and affectionate". The following three sentences, "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine, and this matter is difficult to achieve in the past", became a comforting tone; Since the moon has a full moon, people have a clutch, which has been the case since ancient times, then there is nothing to be sad about. I only hope that the two brothers will cherish each other in the distant time and enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Cicada Juan, a beautiful face in the moonlight. This sentence comes from the sentence of "the moon is bright and thousands of miles away" in Xie Zhuang Yuefu. People who understand the distance can "go to Wan Li", so they can "have no complaints". Ending the whole word in a beautiful state is as positive and optimistic as the ending of the last film "Dancing out the Shadow, What Is It?". On the one hand, it is a comfort for brothers not to reunite, and it is also ......
What do you mean by "water adjustment"
Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi Zi Zhan, also known as Dasu, is called Dongpo layman. Meizhou Meishan (now Sichuan) people. Together with their father Su Xun and brother Su Zhe, they are called Su San. He is an all-rounder in literature and art, and his writing style is unrestrained and fluent. He is also known as Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. His poems are fresh and vigorous, and he is good at using exaggerated metaphors. He has a unique style in artistic expression, and is called Su Huang with Huang Tingjian. Bold ci school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji; Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting, like literature, I like to be a strange stone. On painting, I advocate similarity. He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu.
Prelude to water melody
Su Shi
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life.
[Poetry translation, poetry]
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I happily drank (straight) until (the next day) morning, got drunk, wrote this song (word), and also missed (my brother) Ziyou.
When will the bright moon appear? I asked the sky with a glass in my hand. The fairy palace in the sky doesn't know what age it is. It is said that there are only a few days in the celestial world and thousands of years underground, so I ask questions. I want to ride the wind to the sky (it seems that I came down from heaven to earth, so I say "go home", but I am afraid that the beautiful moon palace made of jade can't stand the cold in the sky (it is said that the palace in the middle of the month is called Guanghan Palace). In imagination, dancing to the moon and clearing the shadows with people are like riding a cloud against the wind, and being in the sky is not like being on earth!
The moon is turning and shining on the magnificent pavilions. At night, the moonlight shines on people who are too preoccupied to sleep through low carved doors and windows. Since the moon is full, there should be no hatred, but why do people often reunite after they leave? People's experiences have joys and sorrows; As for the moon, it will also encounter yin, eyes, circle and lack; This situation, since ancient times, is rarely perfect. I just hope we all live a long and healthy life. Although we are thousands of miles apart, we can enjoy the beautiful moonlight together.
[Appreciation]
This poem is a masterpiece created by Su Shi in his heyday. The whole poem is hearty and catchy, and it is a rare masterpiece in poetry about the moon.
In the ninth year of Xining (1076), Su Shi has known Mizhou for two years. At that time, Su Zhe was the secretary of the shogunate in qi zhou (now Jinan), and my brother had not seen him for six or seven years. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi and his guests boarded the transcendental platform for drinking and enjoying the moon (see Su Shi's Poems, Volume 14, Preface to Two Poems Written by Zhou Han at He Lukong Gate), and they drank all night, which was very lively. Looking at the moon and thinking about his loved ones, he wrote lyrics and sang songs, vividly showing this "broken fairy" escapism and profound and broad life thinking.
The first part of the poem is "drunk, drunk", and the second part is about the melancholy of missing family during festivals. The whole poem is full of strange imagination and elegant romance. It is fascinating and refreshing. The artistic conception of ci is obviously influenced by Li Bai's poems, but there are new discoveries. The phrase "When will there be a bright moon?" It originated from Li Bai's "When will the bright moon come to the sky?" At the same time, he secretly used the poem "Bright as Dan, flying mirror, smoke-free". The moonlight is bright and compelling, and the wine is mellow and intoxicating. Dongpo can't help but imagine. "I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is this evening? " "I will meet this lover tonight" is the meaning in the title of the Book of Songs. Praise and appreciation are beyond words, and the poet's charm and chic are also in this title. Moreover, the poet, who pretends to be a fairy, intends to "go home by the wind", and his poetic realm is more ethereal than Li Bai's "drinking for the moon". "I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the heights are too cold." Instead, I want to go and stop, and my words are full of affection. "Dancing for shadows is like being on the earth?" "I sing the poem. The moon encourages me and I dance. In Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone, My Shadow Rolling Behind borrows the free and easy images and clear artistic conception in Li Bai's poems, abandons the lonely and confused mood in the original poems, and expresses Su Shi's spiritual outlook of being on cloud nine and loving life in a down-to-earth manner. Qiong Lou Yu Yu, riding the wind and the moon, the moon is cold, are well-known myths and legends. It is used by poets to express the feelings of "happiness" and "drunkenness" on the night of autumn moon, and it is easy to curl up, writing both "happiness" and "drunkenness".
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Leaving the string of the moon, you are surprised by great achievements, and your heart is late; Half a cloud, breeze, crazy feelings, what do you mean?
If the heart is like snow, the feather that writes slowly is Gong Yan; Book fragrance makes wine, and poetry is clear;
Send a message in red and pass it on; Splash ink to condense the picture of painters.
Fireworks are fleeting,
Count the cold silently in loneliness and pain, and enjoy youth in light song and dance.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall under the eaves in front of the courtyard, sitting under the sky and watching the clouds roll and relax.
Listening to the rain on the railing, my thoughts swam in the rain and danced into butterflies.
Riding a light dance filled with rain and fog, it condenses into a curtain of dreams.
Love is like lotus, making beautiful acacia break cocoon into butterfly,
Dancing lightly on the fingertips of the fleeting time, carrying a ray of homesickness and twisting flowers into dreams,
Take off all the stars and give them to you. Staring at this place,
Low eyebrows, if you give gifts to each other, it doesn't hurt to be close at hand.
The homesick sail ran aground on the windless sea. A budding heart,
Vaguely lost in the song of summer night. You don't know the truth until you love and hurt.
Starting point and ending point, you can never escape, the dialogue in your heart. Holding a piece of paper,
Poems and thoughts written for you are inseparable from each other. Look at a line,
Egrets walking leisurely. An unfinished love, overflowing,
The ancient ferry and slender bamboo flute played the eternal swan song of the world of mortals.
Borrow a piece of plain paper, take Mo Xiang as the word, and use the elegance of Song Ci.
Stretch the sadness between your eyebrows and beautify your earthly charm with flowers.
Holding a handful of water, cutting a breeze, carrying thousands of feelings, quietly in the world,
The lingering fragrance of caring for each other is as long as autumn water, which is intoxicating.
Lingering in the fingers, carrying thoughts, the night is as cool as water,
In the light rain and cold youth, waiting for the clear water and the sky, looking forward to a romantic day. ...
● Tonight, stand in the clouds.
Give long poems deep and distant feelings,
Sing the thoughts as elegant sadness in Song Ci,
Go boating in Shuimei. I don't know my thin soul,
How many lingering notes can I carry for you?
be afraid
When the flowers bloom and fall in a few seasons,
My pen and ink will gradually cool down.
I don't know about you,
It will also ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years.
Give me a heart sound once in a while, will you?
Willow trees are dancing to make the wind quiet.
Tears for you, the butterfly language is popular in the still night.
Who is your watch, who will read your melancholy.
If there is an afterlife, you must be a heartless person.
Drink Meng Po Tang and cross Naihe Bridge.
Cut off the eternal love and forget the love of a thousand years.
And bury the oath on the sansheng stone forever.
In this way,
Can you get rid of nostalgia?
Can you be so heartbroken? Can you be heartless?
If the night is light, the dream shadow is tired of leaning on flowers.
A tender miss, with a faint sadness, will be a graceful one.
Yin became a man full of paper amorous feelings; Twist the moonlight for three minutes to make a lace.
Let fate drift away and the dust settles. Dreams are all over the world, and lovesickness is all over.
Your shadow is as white as smoke, but it is always far away from me.
Use soft fingers to slim, cross the shore through willows, and carry a wisp of breeze.
Flying over the dust of a thousand years, lying drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, in the flowers of dreams. ...
● The night is very thick and the dream is too thin. Who wants to wait for whom?
A long and gorgeous chapter in life, who wants to stay for whom?
Fireworks can't be cut, but neither can they. Holding a handful of acacia rain,
Fold an invisible flower and float across the chrysanthemum table.
Crush the autumn flowers and gather your figure with expectation.
Tell the Tao, dream, break the sad throat in your heart,
Just,
I wonder if you can hear my faint sigh in the world of mortals?
Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day?
● Gently wave your fingers,
Through the oblique clouds, cut a plain clothes for the mood, with simple and faint feelings.
Swim into the ink and wash text and write it gently into the fleeting time.
Cut a streamer for one night, embrace a deep feeling and bring a light pity.
The swaying graceful mind is drunk and dancing, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright,
Listen to the passage of time.
Looking back at the dust and watching the splendor of fireworks,
Keep a clear stream, cross the Millennium dust and warm with you.
● Cut the candle last night, and the world will be broken tonight.
When is the evening? For you, pick up all the scenery,
Singing softly for you, whispering, eyes flowing,
Pick a petal floating in the hair and throw a heart sound like water all the way.
Reading thousands of miles of cigarettes, sighing hurts,
If you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish your obsession and expectation?
In the end, a corner of the sea, no longer contaminated with acacia, insulated from concern?
● Smoke is frivolous, slender tassels dance like filar silk thoughts, and the rain is soft and indulged in the warmth of butterflies.
You know, the mediastinal landscape,
Every time the butterfly wings move, it will open a flower.
Water clouds,
How I wish I could wake up the clear water with the fragrance of flowers.
Only the beautiful scenery is left, even if it is silent, it is still happy.
● Dawn-night ......
The grass falls tonight, and the moonlight will send you thousands of miles, waiting for the autumn wind to start next year. Where does this passage come from? Is it lyrics or something?
What are these answers? Jing M.Guo, a group of primary school students. This is what Huang Yueying said during the Three Kingdoms period.