Jiangnan (Han Yuefu (1))
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan.
Lotus leaf, ②,
Fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves.
Fish play lotus leaf east,
Fish play with lotus leaves,
Fish play lotus leaf south,
Fish play lotus leaf north.
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(1) this is a China music (yuè) folk songs.
② Tian Tian: Lotus leaves are luxuriant.
This poem describes the scene of watching fish play with lotus leaves when picking lotus leaves. "Yuefu solves problems" says: "Jiangnan", an old saying, cover the beautiful scenery of Meifang in the morning and swim in time. "The last four sentences are repeated, which shows the lightness of fish shuttling between lotus leaves and conveys the cheerful mood of lotus pickers. There is another reason why the word "lotus" is used in ancient poetry. Because it is homophonic with "pity", it is also borrowed to express the meaning of "pity", such as Xizhou Qu written by Yuefu in the Southern Dynasties: "Lotus flowers fall in autumn, and lotus flowers fall over the head. Bow your head and take lotus seeds, which are as clear as water. In Song Dynasty, Zhou Dunyi wrote "On Love for Lotus": "Love for Lotus alone, without touching the sludge, is clear but not evil. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is graceful, and it is not ridiculous from a distance. This also gives the lotus an image of noble character, and it has been called "the gentleman in the flower" since then.
The author's biography Yuefu was originally an official position in charge of music established during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. It not only sings the poems praised by literati into music, but also undertakes the task of collecting folk songs. These movements and songs were later collectively referred to as "Yuefu Poetry" or "Yuefu". There are only more than forty existing folk songs in Han Yuefu, most of which are from the mouth of the lower class, reflecting some social contradictions at that time and having high cognitive value; At the same time, its style is straightforward and frank, with unique aesthetic taste.
South of the Yangtze river
Author: Tang Jieyuan
The warlord who split the land raised his iron sword and gun.
The daughter by the Huansha River bid farewell to Zhong Jun's lover.
Warm and soft landscapes can't melt greedy and cowardly desires.
Drive a gondola and take your hand to the misty water and lake.
At that time, Jiangnan was still a wilderness.
Have a plenty of vigorous wildness, have a plenty of primitive tenacity.
The afterlife's blood gushed like a black storm sweeping across the Central Plains.
He sank Wang Huai, burned Fang, lost his beauty and lost the head of Wujiang River.
The officials who collected the wind came to this Zeguo water town alone.
The tender lotus leaves in the golden pond pushed me around.
The lotus leaf is swaying gently. This is an innocent girl singing on a fishing boat.
Chorus is the simplest and clearest chapter in Yuefu poetry.
The river flowing eastward is used to the vicissitudes of time.
Soldiers who burned for 400 years covered the stone city with plasma.
The old man from Dongshan has been here for a long time with a piece of destiny.
Teenagers who write for geese have already dragged double clogs to Lanting to flow.
An emperor who can only write lyrics and compose music was hoisted out of the deep well of the harem.
Suiyang jinfan has not reached the end of the world, and it has been broken in the Han ditch.
In the misty spring rain, the incense is dense, the Sanskrit sound is crisp and the Dojo is complicated.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan, will never wash away the rouge fragrance of osmanthus head oil.
The heroic spirit of opening up the territory eroded the tender heart of the picture scroll.
In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there were only Wei Shui Chang 'an and Peony Luoyang.
Rong Xiucai chased the poor and sang rolling yellow sand.
The mountains and rivers were broken and lived up to their fame, so Komori sang Yangzhou again.
The poet at Jianmen Road gave in to his mother's orders and abandoned the bride.
Like Jane Wusha, listening to the drums and the ostentation and extravagance of the bureaucrats, how can you deceive the dreams and break the fragrance to eliminate desolation?
In the twilight, the corner of the garrison above the city is wailing.
Send a hard-to-swallow, unspeakable grief to the residual leaves swept away by the hate platform.
With a scream, the conference semifinals on horseback rushed to the Yangtze River to collect stones and drink horses.
Their name is, his single name is Liang, and he likes to read articles.
The imperial court did not change, but turned to Qiantang and painted Liuqiao.
He only cares about Sanqiu Guizi Shili Lotus, a fertile land.
The beautiful women in Qin Lou Chu Guan washed away the enchanting and delicate red makeup.
The pen-and-ink enemy boarded the enemy's riverbank.
The joyful scene of singing and laughing was destroyed overnight, the wall fell and everyone died, and the sun set.
In the gentle waves of Qinhuai, not only powder but also the blood of saints flowed.
The rain in Huangmei season soaked Qingwa Lane.
Behind the gently closed door came the voice of a gentle book.
Mother is beating clothes in a basin full of bananas by the well.
Talking about the cold window without ten years, where did you get the three-phase door?
In March in Jiangnan, it is still peanut trees and warblers.
June in Jiangnan is still a sunny day with lotus leaves.
By the broken bridge of West Lake, people are still mourning for Bai Niang at the bottom of the tower.
Curse the fierce and gloomy monk who doesn't understand amorous feelings and relies on his own efforts.
The oldest river in the East has been alluvial into poetic soil.
The surging tide under the bright moon washes away the filth precipitated by history.
The gloomy guest on the ship suddenly held his breath and his head slammed.
Is that the bell of Hanshan Mountain outside Gusu, or is it the sound under Feilai Peak? !
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South of the Yangtze river
Du Mu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.