After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Appreciate a small word, 27 words, take the river, sail and sunset as the background, intercept the scene of leaning against the building and look forward to it, and shape the image of a homesick woman looking forward to her husband's return with an ethereal pen.
Shang shan Zao hang
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
When is a person the loneliest? I feel loneliest when I am homesick. This morning, Wen set off quietly. In order to make a living, he left Ling Du, which he regarded as his hometown, and came to Xiangyang.
The novel "Jiming Maodian Moon, Banqiao in first frost" depicts the unique scenery of the mountain village in the early dawn through six images of first frost, Maodian, Jiming, pedestrians, Banqiao and the moon.
The loneliness of wandering in a foreign land is just around the corner, and the frustration and helplessness in the journey are revealed between the lines.
Bodhisattva Man, overlapping hills, gold blinding.
The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks.
Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.
Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers.
The new posts are embroidered with Rono, all of which are golden partridges.
This is a photo of a beautiful woman in the Tang Dynasty.
The girl is sleeping in, letting the sunlight hit her face, making her beautiful face more vivid. Let's get up and freshen up, thrush lazily, freshen up slowly, slowly put flowers in the sideburns, look in the mirror and enjoy your dressed face. Finally, I found that I had to do needlework. However, what I want to embroider today is the partridge that is close to Qi Fei, and tender feelings gather in my heart at this moment.
Beauty, beautiful language, but faint sadness, this may be the characteristics of Huajian Ci!
Send someone to the east
And the yellow leaves, those with yellow leaves, fall in the abandoned camp, and you bid farewell to Gusai. There is a strong wind at Hanyang Ferry in Xinnuomen Mountain. Who will stay in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River for me? The end of the world is lonely. When can we meet again and have a hangover?
Farewell is a theme written by almost all poets in Tang dynasty, and Wen's farewell poems are more generous.
This poem meets autumn without mourning, and says goodbye without hurting. Such parting has never caused deeper sadness among friends and poets.
I look forward to meeting you next time and drinking with you to soothe the sadness of leaving people.
Li Zhou Du Nan
However, the empty water belt is inclined, and the small blue island is one with the sky.
Bo Ma Si hissed and looked away, and people gathered in a willow bush waiting for the ferry.
The boat passed through the shallows, and the struggle between grass and grass was scattered around, and the little egret in Shuitian Bay Aha was swept away.
Who knows that I am looking for Fan Li's heart? He can forget the worldly wisdom.
This is a picturesque poem.
This poem describes what you saw and felt when you traveled to the south of Illinois. Layered, colorful, silent and lifelike, especially necklaces. It's a famous sentence about scenery. Finally, the feeling of touching the scenery is natural and true.
The scenery on the trip can always make you feel fresh.
More leakage, longer wicker.
Wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak.
Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.
The fragrance is thin, and it comes through the curtain, and it is sad to thank the pavilion.
With red candles on your back and embroidered curtains hanging down, you have a long dream and you don't know it.
Appreciating that the willows are getting longer and the spring rain is getting thinner will arouse my leisure worries.
Another long night, one after another, broke the silence of the night. In the elegant room, women think of him in the distance. In the lonely and empty boudoir, the woman is heartbroken, and it is impossible for people who don't care about her to know. Maybe he's at large in another gentle village. Woman, woman, why are you immersed in sadness? Looking up, we can see that there are richer and broader contents in life, waiting for us to appreciate.
It is beautiful to be immersed in love; It is foolish to indulge in love.
Yaose powder
Ice pen and silver bed are beyond my dreams. The sky is blue like water and the night is as light as a cloud.
The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.
At night, I am most afraid of insomnia. But the woman in the poem can't sleep.
On autumn nights, the summer sleeping mat is too cold to sleep, and the sky is as blue as water. The voice of Yao color flies far over Xiaoxiang, and the moon is shining on the twelfth floor.
This poem is dedicated to in my heart forever. The whole poem does not reveal a word of "resentment", but only depicts the late night in the clear autumn, and the protagonist is desolate and lonely, unable to sleep, so as to show her deep bitterness.
Su Wu Temple
Su Wu saw Han for the first time, feeling sad and mixed feelings; Now the towering trees in the ancient temple are solemn.
The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.
Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life.
Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
Love to write boudoir love stories, but also have their own idols. He had great respect for Su Wu in the Western Han Dynasty.
This year, he visited Suwu Temple and wrote this poem.
The title of this poem is "Su Wu Temple", but only one sentence is written on the front of the poem: "This temple survives, but this tree lives forever". The other seven sentences are all about Su Wuding's engagement with Xiongnu, meeting with Han envoys, returning home with his head down and crying for Mao Ling, just like a compressed version of Su Wu's biography.
He praised Su Wu's unyielding national integrity, and in fact entrusted his patriotic feelings. In the late Tang Dynasty, the national situation declined and ethnic contradictions were sharp. Wen's poems have shaped the image of a white-haired and proud China official, which is also his own ideal!
Two new Yang Liuzhi Ci poems were added.
A foot of crimson is better than dust, and the old is not as good as the new.
Acacia peach pit is hateful, and Xu Yuanlai has no one else.
A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
Appreciating Wen's love poems is handy.
Acacia peach pit can finally be hated, but another person in Xu Yuanlai skillfully uses homophonic techniques. "Man" is the homonym of "benevolence". To say that "acacia peach pit" has another "man" means that the husband has another "man" in his heart. This is based on the homophonic pun commonly used in folk songs. Writing peach stones with "benevolence" is a metaphor for people who are lovesick with "people" in their hearts, which is full of folk life.
The words "I miss you deeply" are the finishing touch of the whole article. The use of homophonic puns in the whole poem is very in line with women's identity and mentality, which is helpful to the profundity and implication of the poetic realm. These homophonic words contain the poet's artificial specific meaning and emotional color, which can make the language more subtle and humorous in expression; Used to express love, it is simple and profound, and more infectious.
Bodhisattva is full of palaces and bright pears and white flowers.
The moon is full of pears, so my old friend Wan Li is across the mountain.
Jin Yanfei, tears stained with embroidered clothes.
The small garden is green and lives in Yuexi District.
Liu Se Yi Yi, Yan Gui Jun..
Appreciating the homesickness of my hometown and missing my husband far away have provided many inspirations for the literati.
The whole article is full of deep sadness in the beautiful scenery. Although I won't speak with strong emotions, I can be moved by real and sincere resentment.
Even if you are on this shore, I am on the other side; Even if you are in the north and I am in the south, you will always be my tenderness across the bank and my attachment across the city.