Poems about Gu Hong. Poems about Gu Hong
Lonely article
Author: Dai Shulun [Tang]
Flying on the river, drinking and pecking go hand in hand. When the wind blows violently, it will hurt its female.
Gu Ying under the bright moon, moaning is sad. There is no shortage of food and resources.
I admire horses and gather in Qingjiang River. There is a lonely man in the book who looks good.
* * * Nice to meet you, but Bi Zhitong lived late. Noda owl, jealous and suspicious.
I am not as ambitious as you, but I fly high. How to obey the desire of rotten rats and bear this period of clouds and smoke.
Su Shi, soothsayer
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw you alone, vague and lonely. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Farewell, Wei Wan.
In the morning, I heard the wanderer singing a farewell song. Last night, you crossed the Yellow River. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds. In the morning of Tongguan, the cold was urged to approach the capital, and the sound of changing lanes in late autumn reached a later evening. How long will the capital satisfy you? Time is easy to talk about.
red rock
Hongyan flies in the air, swishing its wings. The man left home for a long trip. The poor are poor, widows and widowers are sad. The swan goose flies in the air and gathers in the middle of the swamp. The man built a wall with hard work and erected hundreds of walls. Although it's hard, it's safe to study. The wild geese are flying in the air, moaning and moaning. But anyone who knows, knows that I am diligent in singing. Only those Nits said I complained in my spare time.
Quedong Xi Menxing
Hongyan goes out of the north of Saibei, no man's land. Raise your wings for thousands of miles, and you can stop and walk alone. Dieting south rice in winter and returning to the north in spring. There is a canopy in the field that flies far away with the wind. Long and old, long live is not equal. How can this recruiter open the square! Ma Rong can't untie the saddle, and his armor can't leave his side. Ran Ran veterans, when will they return to China? Dragons hide in deep springs, while beasts tread on Gorkon. The fox died and returned to the first hill, but the hometown can be forgotten!
A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? . The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain. A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant. It should be * * * murder. Throw him the poem, where he drowned himself in the Milo River.
Hongyan returned to Yueyang and saw the mysterious bird forcing her owner to come. Yao Se Xiao Yu didn't mean to be upset. She was willing to follow the cobwebs and ashes.
In the wild room of the green forest, the setting sun is clear, take off your towel and walk alone, and sometimes smell the birds. If Hongyan doesn't come, my son will travel far and think not far, if it is for life. The sea breeze is blue and the night is bright. There is a saying that the river will cross before it.
The courtyard is quiet in spring and dark in the sun, and the bamboo forest is idle to watch the guests compete for chess. Gather ghosts and gods to gather their thoughts and take measures to enter the mountains and rivers. The bureau teamed up with dragons and snakes to fight and rob the residual geese; ?
Feimingqu
Send a voice to ask Sanan, only geese fly every year. Wan Li, a family member, sent a message. Fortunately, Mo Xiang remembered being in the felt city. Don't you see that Nagato and Gillian are very close? There is no difference between north and south in life.
2. There is the word Gu Hong in Meng Haoran's poems.
Keywords "Gu Hong" and "Meng Haoran"
Su Shi's quatrains
My eyes are lonely, my eyes are shining,
From a distance, you know that the wind and rain are different.
There is a saying that no one has ever seen.
To Meng Haoran of Xiangyang.
From Ruan Ji's Eighty-two Love Poems in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.
Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest.
Lonely in the wild, birds are singing in Beilin.
What will you see when you walk? Worry and be sad alone.
Zhang Jiuling, Minister of the Tang Dynasty, Feeling the Fourth.
A lonely swan flew from the sea and landed in a puddle. It refused to condescend.
It nests in the pearl poplar, snoops and asks about the green birds.
Aren't you afraid of the threat of a sling perched on such a high branch? Once?
Good clothes attract people to point fingers and be superior?
Bird hunters will yearn for me in vain, because I roam in the infinite sky!
Lonely Monascus in Bai Yuchan in Song Dynasty
The autumn sky is thin and cloudy, the wind is sad, and the yellow leaves are empty and lonely.
It's sad to yearn for rivers and lakes. When cassia twig blooms for the first time,
This is not a loss in the past. Clouds are sad and lonely.
The sky is higher and more dangerous, and Hu wants more.
Frost feathers and rain wings are not self-sustaining Not without rice and millet,
If you can't eat, you will always be in never say goodbye. The sadder the shadow on the river,
The sound of gurgling can be imagined.
3. Poems describing the cold
A butterfly in love with flowers
No matter how long leisure is abandoned, every spring comes, melancholy remains.
Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
I don't know how far you are, desolate and boring. I am drifting away, and there is no book. Where can I ask?
In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and all the leaves are hate. Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream will not be ignited and burned.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The yard is full of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. Jade carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
It rains and winds in March and closes at dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers to be speechless, and red flew over the swing.
Tasha shop
Waiting for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
My heart softened and my eyes were full of tears, and the height of the building was not close to the dangerous fence.
4. Poems about desolation
I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval. Saint Zhuangzi is in daydreaming, fascinated by butterflies. The spring heart of the emperor is crying in the cuckoo, the mermaid is crying in the green ocean of the moon, and the blue field is breathing their jade to the sun. Before I know it, it should last forever. In the spring rain, people lie in spring white, and the white door is sparse and not only contrary. The red chamber is sheltered from the cold through the rain, and the pearls and foils float alone. The long journey should be a sad spring day and a dream at night. Jade is rough, abrasive, Wan Li Yunfei. There is no doubt about it. If the ecstasy lasts all night, what can the angel's life be but a dream, if they don't bring their lover into their room? Storms destroy nut horns, and the moon dew moistens cinnamon leaves. I know that this love will not have any result, will not let me down, is meaningless and has no name. You said you would come, but you didn't. You left no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. Although the dream is far away, it is difficult to cry, and the book advises no ink. Wax shines on half a cage of golden jade, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan, and it is even harder to meet each other without a title. The east wind rises, flowers wither, spring silkworms are spinning until they die, candles turn to ashes, and tears begin to dry up. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight and sang the evening song: Pengshan has no way to go, oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! "Untitled" misty rain came from the east, the wheels outside the lotus pond rang faintly, the golden toad locked the door and burned incense, the jade tiger fetched water, Jia Hua peeped at the curtain, and my concubine pillow Wei. No * * * flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. Untitled phoenix tail incense. It's late at night in Biwen Dome. Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? . Once lonely and fragrant. How far can pomegranate flowers whisper? I tied my horse to a willow tree and waited there for the good wind in the southwest? Untitled last night, the stars, the wind, the west of the studio and the east of the Guitang, although without the wings of Cai Feng, the heart repeatedly touches the rhinoceros. Every other seat, send a hook to warm the spring. There, one after another, we roll the dice under the crimson light until a drum rolls. Alas, call me to perform my duties. I ride my horse like a drifting water plant. Stay at the Roche Pavilion and send a message to the Bamboo Pier in Cui Yong. Dust-free water is clear, and acacia meets the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain. A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night asks if the return date has not arrived, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. Why do you want to cut candles at the west window? Speaking of late rain, I think of the poem Baodao. My road has been tortuous for many years, and now the yellow leaves are shaky by the strong wind. However, orchestral strings and fiddling make the blue room happy. On the surface, I seem to be happy for new people, but I am destined to leave my old friends behind. I sincerely shout for Xinfeng wine in the midst of all kinds of worries. Cicada is puzzled, and it is useless to hate noise again. Even when it is more sparse, a tree is heartless. The official work is still relatively extensive, so the garden is flat. I am most worried about you, and I know my family. The guests went to the heights, and the flowers in the small garden flew around .. escorting the sunset like a dancer. Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away? For a sad watchman, they will never come back. The fragrance of the heart runs out with the end of spring, leaving nothing but a robe stained with tears. Liang Si, you are gone. The river is high in front of my house, and cicadas are silent on the branches wet with dew. This is the moment when thoughts enter the depths. With their own feet, Beidou is far away in spring and Nanling is late. The end of the world is a dream, and there is new knowledge in doubt. It is more important than the white stone of Notre Dame. Spring dreams and rains often float, and the spirit wind does not satisfy the flag all day long. Sepals bloom. When Dulanxiang was gone, Yu Lang came here to learn about Li Xiannian and asked Rixu about Zizhi. Undoubtedly, where to mourn the guzheng is an urgent problem to be solved. Cherry blossoms Yongxiang Yang Anye's old lady is married or not to sell. On March 30, Princess Liyang was fourteen years old. After the Qingming Festival, she returned to the exhibition with the wall, and Stefanie Liang heard a sigh. There is no doubt that Fu Xie's family is the last stream of the old line, and now Song belongs to Tan Lang. How can a charming girl with a left home expect it? It's hard to get rid of her worries. The west wind is long in Wan Li. On July 29, I let the family dinner be like dew, the wind returned to the pond, and bamboo was sad. The floating world was originally crowded and scattered, and everything was left behind. You can only see the light in your dreams, and you can only know the wine when you fall into the world. How can you grow old, Songyangsong? There are no trees on the girl's bed. When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window, when the rain passes through the source of the river. If Zhu Xiao is bright and clear, a tree will grow in good water. 1 1 In the middle of the month, I will see the plum blossoms in Fufeng winding, which is not timely and fragrant. Su E is only with the moon, and young girls won't forgive Frost. Give someone a hand, and your heart will break. Who will be the morning show? Don't be a lady. Living far away, books are dreams, and only empty beds are the enemies of autumn. Moss mangroves are scattered in the rain, and the moon is sad. The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door, and the incense sticks to the spring. The cloister is surrounded by loneliness, and the blue parrot faces the red rose. Two pieces of willow (1) are temporarily given away from the pavilion, no worries. Spring breeze strives to cherish the long street. When you leave the pavilion, give two willows (the second branch). Whenever there is smoke and fog, thousands of things fall down. In order to report the pedestrians to rest, half of them stayed to see them off and welcome them back. Give two songs (the first one) on their behalf. Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook. Bananas don't show lilac festival, but they are worried that the spring breeze is in the same direction. Chu Yin left the palace on the mountain and went upstairs. The river flowed in front of the palace. Song Yu is not worried, just worried about herself. Galaxy blowing sheng hopes that the Galaxy will blow Yusheng, and the cold courtyard in the building will be cold and bright. I dreamed that the next year would be over, and all the other trees were holding females last night. The moon pavilion is so fragrant because of the rain, the wind curtain is so clear, and the candle is frosted. You don't have to make waves to build a mountain. Qin Xiao has his own feelings. The setting sun is deep in the city, and the spring is beautiful. God has mercy on the grass. Go downtown and go upstairs. I don't know where Gu Hong is going, but I don't know where my life is. I am drunk, looking for incense, but I am sleepy by the tree. After waking up in the middle of the night, I will light a red candle to enjoy the residual flowers. Spring is at the end of the world, and the end of the world is oblique. If there are tears, birds will cry into the highest wet flower. Every day, the spring is beautiful, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant on the inclined road in the mountain city. I can get it when I'm in a daze. I've been thinking about that storm all day. There are countless traces on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, many of which were sprinkled in front of the first monument. People go to Qiu Zi, soldiers stay up all night listening to music. When I arrived at Bashuiqiao, I asked, but I didn't send Yuke in my blue robe. Tramps are floating in the uneven waves, and they can't bear to cross the street. No matter how clever they are, they have no intention, and their moments are not necessarily good. It's sunny in the morning and sunny at night. When Chu women are interested, the color is cold. It started to rain in Mao Mao, and it was a little cold at night. It's cold outside the window, and the yard is empty and close to the water. Because of the infinite beauty of the cloud screen, Fengcheng is afraid of spring night. Marrying a rich husband for no reason made Xiang Si live up to his early expectations. I have never visited this mountain for a day. Kong Wen's midnight ghost lamented. Jade does not return to the whole city, and the Jade Palace is still divided into Yuan Bo. When I am dead, I still remember the smell of cranes in Huating, and I am always worried that the royal family will cry for bronze camels. Although the eternal land has changed its mind, it is not much worse than spring. The flowers in the first month keep the house tightly locked, covered with green moss, and the pavilion in the cloister lingers here. The prophet is dizzy, but the cold flowers still bloom. The bat blew the curtain and finally unfolded it.
5. What is the second half of A Lonely Swan in Head & Shoulders?
First of all, the next sentence of a lonely swan flying from the sea is: it will not condescend to land in a puddle.
Second, the source:
Experience 4
Zhang Jiuling in Tang Dynasty
A lonely swan flew from the sea and landed in a puddle that it didn't want to condescend to.
It nests in pearl poplars, snoops and asks about green birds.
Aren't you afraid of the threat of a sling perched on such a high branch?
Good clothes attract people to point fingers, and the kindness of high climbers will be disobeyed?
Bird hunters will yearn for me in vain, because I roam in the infinite sky.
Third, translation:
The arrogant swan goose comes from the sea, but the ponds and rivers dare not care.
Looking sideways, I saw two gorgeous kingfishers perched on a gorgeous three-bead tree.
Aren't you afraid of the hunter's golden ball because of the height of precious wood?
The moral character of cultivating beauty will worry about the jealousy and suppression of others, and the status of wisdom will make ghosts and gods hate it.
Today, I am swimming in the shadow, so where will people who swim alone pursue it?
Fourth, appreciate:
The poem begins with four narrative sentences, which are concise and clean. The word "Jiao Jiao" in the fifth sentence of Jiao Jiao Jane Dian Mu is the link between "kingfisher" and "beautiful clothes": "Jane" is the link between "three-bead tree" and "brilliance". It can be seen that the poet's writing style is meticulous. The last six sentences are all monologues, four of which are for kingfisher and the other two are for Hongyan herself. In the sentence "Bird hunters will crave me in vain", the word "invisible" is contrasted with the word "correction" above, and the overlapping words echo each other, once again showing the poet's fine needle. This poem is simple and profound. Metaphor people with things, but there are puns everywhere, which can't distinguish things from people. In addition, it contains reasoning and persuasion, which is the poet's purpose.
Five, the author:
Zhang Jiuling (678-740), Zi Zishou, was a naturalist. Han nationality, born in Qujiang, Shaozhou (now Shaoguan, Guangdong) in the Tang Dynasty, was named "Zhang Qujiang" or "Wen Gugong". During the Kaiyuan period of Tang Dynasty, he was a famous poet. Following Sean, Liu Hou in the Western Han Dynasty, Zhang Hua, the 14th grandson of Zhuangwu County in the Western Jin Dynasty. At the age of seven, he became a scholar in the early years of Tang Zhongzong Jinglong and began to be a proofreader. Xuanzong acceded to the throne and moved to the right to fill the vacancy. During the Kaiyuan period of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, Ren Zhongshu was assistant minister, assistant minister and general secretary of Zhongshu. Mother's mourning and mourning, worship the same chapter. He was a famous saint in the Tang Dynasty. Elegant manners, extraordinary demeanor. Since the death of Zhang Jiuling, people recommended by the Prime Minister of Tang Xuanzong always ask, "Are you still as elegant as nine years old?" Therefore, Zhang Jiuling has always been revered and admired by later generations.