1, Spring Festival Evening with Birds Song: Wu Wenying
Canhan deceives sick wine and covers agarwood embroidery households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if spring came late. Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thinking about love, drifting with the wind, turned into a faint whisper.
Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Looking back at red, she gradually moved into Xianxi. Brocade secretly sends you a secret message, leaning against the silver screen, in the spring dream, breaking red and wet, singing and dancing. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset.
Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction. Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms. Long waves envy, distant mountains are ashamed, and fishing lights reflect the river. I remember that at that time, the short peach roots crossed, and the brothel seemed to be like a poem, and the tears were bleak.
Looking at the dangerous pavilion, grass is all over the world, and sighing temples invade half bamboo. Dark spots stop, I like saliva and leave marks, I am still worried, I lose the phoenix, and I have no intention to dance. Diligent in being written, long books hate, blue sky and sea drown geese. Acacia, trembling into mourning. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is it broken?
Explanation:
The residual cold in late spring seems to bully me into drinking too much wine, which makes me feel cold and uncomfortable. I lit a heavy incense burner and closed the gorgeous windows of Daphne. The late swallow flew into the west, as if to tell that spring has faded.
The original boat carries drinkers and tourists around the West Lake, and the prosperity of the Qingming Festival has passed. Looking at the black smoke around the trees in Wuting Palace, I feel a thousand strands of nostalgia for Qian Qian, just like floating in the wind, turning into catkins and floating lightly. I have lived in the West Lake for ten years, and the willows are tied to horses, and the incense and dust follow.
Along the bank of safflower, I gradually entered a fairyland-like place. You asked the waiter to secretly send a love letter and confide in you. In the depths of the warm and quiet screen, there used to be a lot of joy and entertainment, but it's a pity that spring is long and dreams are short, and happy time is short.
You are mixed with red tears, and you have already wet the clothes embroidered by fans and money. The banks of the West Lake are dark and empty, and the beautiful scenery of the West Lake at sunset is all given to those seagulls. Orchids are old in the blink of an eye, and new Du Ruo is fragrant. I wander in this strange water town.
After leaving, I also went to Liuqiao's hometown, but I never got any information about beautiful women. The past is like smoke, the spring flowers wither, and the fragrant flowers and beautiful jade are buried mercilessly. You were born with such beautiful, clear and transparent water waves, but you should envy your bright eyes. The lush distant mountains should be shy so as not to see your curved eyebrows.
There are little fishing lights on the river, and I live in a painting boat with you. The scene of farewell at the ferry is still vivid. The makeup building where you lived is still the same as before. When we parted, I wrote a poem on the ruins, and the ink with tears was covered with dust, and my handwriting became dim and blurred.
Climb up the high pavilion and watch intently, only to see a wall of grass reaching out to the horizon, sighing that my half is as white as a bamboo pole. I rummaged through my old things silently. On the silk handkerchief you left behind, there are tears and incense when you left, which is a record of past joys and sorrows. Like a lonely phoenix, I lost my wings and forgot to go home. I am like a lonely phoenix, too lazy to fly or dance.
I want to write a long love letter full of sadness and hatred, but when I see the figure of a sunken swan in the blue sky and sea, who will convey my love for me? I can only pin the pain of lovesickness on the string column of the mourning Zheng and pop up alone full of sadness. Thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River make me sad everywhere. Is your soul close at hand? Can you hear my sad words?
2. Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
The horizontal pond wears colorful brocade, which attracts mandarin ducks to get water. At the dawn of sunset, the flowers come back smiling, and the tulle protects the wick. The jade is thin, the ice is light and tired, and the phoenix stock falls. Listen to the sound of the silver bed. The Indus gradually aroused calm thoughts.
Window Gap Ribbon, Ran Ran Yu Xun, v. Stefanie Kong Liang. By mistake, the wind and bamboo knocked at the door, so the old friend did not arrive. Remember the posts and new poems, pinch them carefully, draw them early, and draw them fragrant. Afraid of conformity, Fan Luo is kind and sparse, and it is autumn.
In the old days of the West Lake, painting Ge shifted frequency, sighing for a few dreams. It's cold in the summer, the rings are uncertain, musk deer are flying in the rain, and suddenly they are wet with red tears. One night, in Bo Xin's place, Qiong Xiao danced on the moon, looking tired at the Ming Dynasty. Xiang Yan falls down easily. As soon as I turn around, I will lock my cigarette and draw in front of the mirror.
Can cicadas bend, sing in the west garden, and feel red and resentful. I'm used to saving, so I have a rest in Wugong. Dark willows chase after the cool, and the shore is inclined to show zero. Lotus root silk lingering, happy lingering. Sheng Tao launched the shadow of Xiang Bo, and Zhao Hua and Bing leaned together. Now, my temples are a little sad, and I hate this paper.
Explanation:
I used to live in Hengtang, boating on the lake with my beloved every day, shuttling between gorgeous lotus flowers and watching Yuanyang play in the water. It was not until the sunset rose and dusk approached that I was reluctant to go home and folded a lotus flower. The night is getting darker and darker, and the soft candlelight in the veil covers the bedroom. When a beautiful woman comes out of the shower, her skin will hang obliquely into a fat bun, which is dry and charming.
Two people were lying by the well listening to the whispers of buttonwood falling with the wind, as if feeling the coolness of autumn. Time flies, streamers are easily thrown away. Swallows fly back, but people go to Liang's empty nest. He suddenly heard a knock at the door in the old house, thinking that it was a beautiful woman returning, so he got up and pushed the door to meet him, only to find that the wind blew the bamboo and slapped it on the door, so the old man didn't come back.
Looking back, a beautiful woman sat by the window and wrote a new poem on a bamboo pole with slender jade fingers. Those remaining traces are now out of date. At the beginning, I was always afraid that my youth would pass away, and my family would be cut off one day, but I didn't expect a word to become a prophecy.
Later, when I was with another beautiful woman in the West Lake, I was often troubled by dreams. At that time, the two often went boating on the lake, watching the intoxicating scenery and enjoying the fun on earth. Tides rise and fall, misty rain flows, and the seasons change, which makes beautiful women cry from time to time and wipe their handkerchiefs, which is even more touching.
After dark, the two were still on the boat together. Deep in the water waves, beautiful women dance for people who please themselves under the moon. Even though the sky is bright, she is still radiant and not sleepy. Flowers are doomed to wither. At that time, the deep feelings and vows of eternal love finally vanished, and then it was just another dew love affair.
Qiu Chan's voice echoed in my ears in the yard, and I suddenly remembered the songs I learned in the past when I was trysting in the West Garden, as if they were singing for their love. I still remember lingering with my lover by the weeping willows in the Wu Palace, and singing every night from dark to dawn. At that time, there was a beautiful and enchanting geisha to accompany her. She was immersed in the relationship between men and women, making love and how happy she was.
Now that my temples are frosted, I feel depressed when I think of the past, so I write down one sad poem after another, and resentment fills the pages of old paper. All the beloved women can't be together, they appear in his life one by one, then leave and never see again, leaving him alone to express his anger and recall the past.
3. Preface of Birds Singing Beyond Jinling Song Dynasty: Wang Yuanliang.
Jinling, the old capital, is the best, and Zhulou sends it. Tired customers rely on this again, and there are few good things outside the threshold. Pear blossoms are many, Huayang flies, and spring has become haggard. Ask the hero of the Three Kingdoms and the strange man of the Six Dynasties Castle Peak?
Kuishan Mountain in Maidian is ruined and the deer head is withered. The tide hits the lonely city, and the solitary setting sun shadows. Listen to the building, grieve, and get drunk first. It is late at night, the moon is full of Qinhuai, and the smoke cage is cold.
Sadness, desolation, lights passing through the city. I don't know how to promote and abolish strong women in business, or sing flowers across the river, lingering sound. Sadness is eternal, tears are like washing. Qingyu Road at the corner of Wuyi Lane is vaguely the old neighborhood of Xie Wang. Spring is beautiful, poor red powder turns to ashes, and bleak poplars wind up.
Because of missing the past, the iron chain searched a thousand times and sank to the bottom of the river. Wave a feather fan to block the dust in the west, so that you can have a good personal relationship. What's the point of being clear? Looking back at the new pavilion, the scenery is like this. When did Chu prison ever cry, sighing that the world is child's play? The east wind is still coming, blowing into Zhongshan, a few degrees green.
Explanation:
The situation in Jinling's old capital is the most magnificent, with scarlet tall buildings standing tall. Unfortunately, tired travelers wandering around the world once again come here to climb and overlook, and there are not many beautiful scenery outside the railing. What's more, the pear flower is gone, the yang flower is gone, and the spring has become very haggard. Ask Qingshan, do you remember the heroes of the Three Kingdoms and the Six Dynasties?
On the outskirts of barren hills, weeds are overgrown, and pigs and deer haunt the barren platform with withered mustard in their mouths. In the lonely sunset, the tide is beating against the lonely city. Listening to the sound of gongs and drums in the building, I never raised a glass, and my heart was ecstatic. The night is getting deeper and deeper, the Qinhuai River is full of moonlight, and the fog hangs over the cold river.
Sad and desolate, the night market in the estuary is brightly lit. Alas, the singer doesn't know the hate of rise and fall, and he is still singing the posthumous work of "Backyard" across the river, with a lingering sound. Sorrow is eternal, and tears flow like a spring.
Nothing grows on the road at the entrance of Wuyi Lane, only vaguely seeing the remnants of the former powerful king and Xie living next to each other. The two famous temples, Lin Chunting and Qi Jieting, have long been abandoned, and the beautiful queen of that year has also turned to dust. The poplars in the cemetery are bleak, and the cold wind is crying.
Looking back on the distant past, Chihiro crossed the river and finally sank to the bottom of the river. Waving a feather fan to shield the dust from the west, I just walked back to my private parts with a horn scarf. What can a wonderful mystery accomplish? Looking back at the new exhibition hall, the scenery in my hometown is so beautiful. Now as a prisoner, when is it regret? Alas, through the ages, ups and downs are like a child's play. The east wind still comes year after year, blowing into Zhongshan, which is full of trees and green trees.
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Appreciate:
1, "Introduction to Bird Singing, Feelings of Spring Festival Evening" is a mourning work for the Spring Festival Evening. One * * * four articles with 240 words is the longest tune.
This word expresses the feelings of the Spring Festival Gala, which is a combination of hurting spring, nostalgia and mourning. The feelings are sincere and profound. The first part starts with the scenery, describes the scenery in late spring, evokes the feeling of traveling and recalls the feelings of old friends. The second film is about a love affair with his lover when he visited the West Lake. The third movie is about revisiting the lake, and things are different. Unfortunately, the past can only be recalled. The fourth film ends the whole article, writing about the suffering of lovesickness, lamenting the old age and expressing infinite condolences to the deceased.
This word describes the mourning for spring and is full of mourning. Of course, undertaker is the author's concubine in Hangzhou. The first part introduces the scenery and depicts picturesque scenery, which secretly hurts the feelings of spring resentment. The three sentences of Thinking about Love are the beginning and the end, and turn to the next paragraph of memories of the past. The second film traces back to the past and describes the scene of lovers meeting for the first time. Try to describe the amorous feelings of love at first sight, tryst and date with lovers.
The third part describes all kinds of events after the departure. Time flies, things are different, people are on their own, Iraqis are dead, poems are on the wall, and things are embarrassing. Focus on mourning. The fourth part is the whole article, which strongly describes the pain and sorrow of acacia. The whole article has profound feelings, concise words and careful structure. Clear Hierarchy is one of Wu Wenying's representative works.
2. "Zhao Xiu Quan Yun Yun" is a word to remember the discipline, and it is the agreement of those who bid farewell to the halal truth and recite the willow. The word is high and low, and its voice is fierce. It is a sign-changing sound. The whole word * * * is divided into four parts.
The first film skillfully combines the beauty of hibiscus with lyrical objects, vividly and meticulously portrays the beautiful image of a loved woman. The second film is about the realistic environment of the lyricist. Time flies, many years have passed. Swallows return, the lair does not exist, and the beloved is gone.
The third film is Old Times. Move from Xiyuan to Xihu. Writing about the past and admiring a lotus flower in the West Lake, which is full of water, haunts my mind several times in my dream. The fourth film is about the past and the present.
This poem is dedicated to lotus, which can win the spirit and charm of lotus. Writing "Load in the Rain" and "Load under the Moon" is full of twists and turns, but the whole story is clear and clear, just like the moon, because all the chanting starts with remembering Ji, and the context is clear. This highly artistic lyric poem is rich in content and a summary of the poet's life.
The author expresses it with a tortuous brush stroke, so as to cover up the emotional secrets that he doesn't want to be known in his heart, and it is full of the poet's aversion to the feudal ethics and feudal system that caused this tragedy.
3. Bird Quotations Beyond Jinling begins with a real scene seen from a height, which leads to doubts about the Three Kingdoms and Six Dynasties and praises history and nostalgia. The whole poem consists of four articles, which are described in turn with the brushwork of "Fu".
The first article is always written. After the topic is asked, the mood and season of the poet. The role of this word in the first film only leads to the following, so it is written in a general way.
The second film turned to specific scenery and lyrical description. It directly expresses the author's homesickness and strongly expresses the poet's subjective feelings, so it occupies an important position in the whole word. It plays a leading role in the whole paragraph, thus showing the leading role of the poet and the creativity of his works. Express old feelings and turn to comment on history.
In the third film, these words are used repeatedly, which intensifies the feeling of sadness and pain. Then, Du Mu's last poem Bo Qinhuai reveals the pain of national subjugation. Facing the two castles in the old capital, they lamented the decline of the country and the death of the people in the past, all of which were full of strong condemnation of the king of the country.
The fourth film tells the history of Wu Dong and Jin Dong. The intention is very obvious, referring to the historical tragedy of the collapse of the Southern Song Dynasty. This nostalgic complex, as the summary of the whole article, is of great significance.
This word focuses on the history, people, streets, rivers and battlements of Jinling, and describes the great theme of the rise and fall of ancient and modern times. It is a work that expresses the pain of national subjugation by hurting the present from the past. Ancient allusions and poems are used in many places, but they are safe and appropriate, and their meanings are naturally appropriate.
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