Poetry has no epigraph name.
Here are some words from Su Shi and Du Fu.
Bu operator
Huang Zhou Ding hui Ju Yuan building
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 the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
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.
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Huanxisha
Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
At dusk, the rain is whispering.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west!
Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
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Minus magnolia and spring moon.
In the spring afternoon, the fragrant mash danced.
Nine winding corridors, dancing steps, trees among trees, half withered, and the wine is fragrant to plum.
Light clouds, thin fog and moonlight on such a spring night are the time for young people to enjoy happiness.
Unlike the autumn moon, people who cling to leave are injured twice.
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Quail day
Forest broken mangosteen hidden wall cicada rotten pond grass
When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.
Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset.
Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.
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Ding Fengbo
On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
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A butterfly in love with flowers
Flowers wither and red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around.
There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Swing inside and outside the wall
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
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Four stops in spring night
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The pavilion in Song Guanlou is very quiet, and the night in the swing yard is very heavy.
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Xiangzi Li Guoqi Tan
Get on a boat and wave a pair of oars, like a frightened swan, skimming over the water.
The sky is blue, the color is clear, the mountains and mountains are bright, as far as the river, and the waves are as flat as a mirror.
Swimming fish, counting, appearing like running water from time to time; By the water, egret point, relax.
The stream during the day is crystal clear; Dawn river, cold and frost; The stream next month is a bright crystal world.
Hills on both sides of the strait, looking at the depth, picturesque; Seen from the route, the curve is tortuous, like a screen.
Yan Guang smiled in vain this year and never really enjoyed the scenery of this beautiful place.
The emperor and the hermit are now like a dream, leaving only an empty name.
There are only distant mountains and mountains; White clouds in the mountains, wind changes; Xiao Shan Xiao, want to drop green.
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Jiangchengzi went hunting in Michigan.
I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.
Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.
If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang.
After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm!
When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei?
I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.
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Dong Xian ge
When I was seven years old, I met an old man named Zhu from Meishan. I forget his name. He is over ninety years old. He said that he joined Meng Taste Palace, the master of Shu.
Medium. One day, on a hot day, Lord Shu and Mrs. Hua Rui enjoyed the cool air on the Maha pool and made a sentence that Zhu Ju could remember. Forty years ago.
Now, Zhu has been dead for a long time. People don't know this word, but they remember its first two sentences. What is the fairy song in leisure time? This is a ball of feet.
Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free.
Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance.
Embroidered curtains open, a little bright moon peeks at people; People don't sleep, but lie on pillows and temples.
Hands up, the family is silent, and when you see the stars, you see the river.
How about the evening? The night is midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low.
But when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly.
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Prelude to water melody
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.
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Jiangcheng Zibie Xuzhou
There are endless thoughts on the horizon.
When they met, they hurried by.
Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty.
Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with?
Sui dike dissolves in water in March.
Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.
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Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
In the past, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time.
Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.
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Man Jiang hong Huai zi Yu Zuo
The clear water flows eastward, and I look at the river with a sad face, if I have no father to sail.
Official travel, green hills and white waves, thousands of folds.
It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed.
Hate this life, drift away, add to China.
It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired.
Infinite things, from the beginning.
You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years.
The old marks on the clothes are full of bitter tears, and the smile between the eyebrows adds yellow.
On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow.
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The Ci of Huayang's Two Poems of Shui Long Yin
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground.
Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.
It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly.
To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.
I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers.
Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken.
If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.
In detail, it seems that it is not a small flower, but a drop of tears.
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Xijiangyue (re-acting Cao Zifang with rhyme)
Blame this flower for crying, and beg you to become famous in poetry. By recalling the black phoenix of vegetation. Like a cloud dream.
The pen cover is stained with drunken ink, and it is blushing. I know you for love. Afraid to see this flower swaying.
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On the 20th night of the first month, Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi dreamed.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
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The Fisherman's Pride (Qixi)
Jiao Jiao Petunia He Hannv. Yingying has no reason to say water. Look at the blue sky and sunset. Nowhere to find. Dream back to grass and spring.
Birds and flowers are like rain, and Tingzhou is old and fragrant. Mingyue does housework affectionately. But take it. Qing Guangchang sent someone back.
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He xinlang
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste of time to teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. When all the flowers are floating, I will be alone with you. If you look at a gorgeous branch carefully, you will be scared by the autumn wind. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
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Xijiang month
In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.
According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
References:
Complete works of Su Shi
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Ding Fengbo
Song Liu Yong
Since the beginning of spring, I have been sad and sad, and my heart is cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Warm and crisp, tired of enjoying single clouds (sound duǒ). Tired of combing. Nothing! When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book. If I knew, I would regret not locking the carved saddle. When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons. Follow the town and don't give up. Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi. And me, so as not to let young people suffer from yin deficiency.
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To annotate ...
This is a poem about love, which has a distinctive folk flavor and is the representative work of Liu Yong's "slang words". In the tone of a young woman (or prostitute), this word expresses the lovesickness after leaving her lover and depicts the image of an innocent young woman.
It is said that Schumann, a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, is very familiar with this word and has his own different views. Once, Liu Yong went to see Yan Shu. "Gong Yan said,' Does Xian Jun compose music?' Sanbian said,' Just like Xianggong, you can also compose music.' Gong said: "Although I wrote a piece of music, I never said,' I sat on that colored line carelessly.' Liu then retired. "(see Zhang Shunmin's Painting Spectrum), it seems that the content and expression of the word Liu Yong were unacceptable to the literati at that time, and its description of love and young women's inner activities was straightforward, hot and bold. Use a pen to be pungent and undisguised. This is quite different from Schumann's elegant words, which are implicit, harmonious, calm, graceful and rich. However, as long as the word Ding Fengbo is comprehensively analyzed, it is difficult to draw the conclusion of "vulgarity" and "revealing pornography".
This word truly reflects the loneliness, depression and lovesickness of young women. In the first movie, the loneliness of young women is set off by gorgeous spring scenery and beautiful scenery. The first three sentences, written in spring, are colorful. Therefore, young women are even more worried. It implies that she had a passionate love life with fickle people in the past spring. In three words, it is a rare beauty to write that the sun is shining in the sky, singing and dancing, but she is afraid of touching the scene and being above it. After three sentences, I'm too lazy to dress up after writing a thin book. This is consistent with the spirit of "The Book of Songs Feng Wei Bo Xi", "I am from my uncle, and my head is like a flying canopy. If there is no ointment, who is suitable? " It shows the constancy of love. The last three sentences tell the real reason why this young woman is "tired of combing her hair": "When I hate my fickle feelings, I have no news." At this point, we found that the original film used flashback technique, which not only summarized the three levels in the film, but also naturally led to the direct expression of the following inner activities and feelings. The next movie is about inner regret and longing for a better life. The first three sentences point out the word "regret", which reflects the young woman's regret. Then use the word "lock" to match this, showing the sincerity and enthusiasm of feelings and the fierceness of character. In that feudal society, where fame and fortune were very important, it was undoubtedly a bold rebellion for a boudoir young woman to dare to imagine "locking" her husband at home for love. The young woman's behavior can remind people of Lin Daiyu's criticism of fame and fortune and career economy in A Dream of Red Mansions, and it is also closely related to the thoughts and feelings reflected in Liu Yong's He Tianchong. Six sentences are the imagination and pursuit of an ideal love life. They sat in the brightly lit study, reciting and writing poems, learning from each other, and were inseparable all day long. The last three sentences clearly show the treasure of youth and the love of life.
This word has a strong flavor of folk songs. It comes down in one continuous line with the love poems in The Book of Songs, Shang Yang in Han Yuefu, Bodhisattva Man in Dunhuang and other famous folk songs. It not only absorbs the characteristics of folk songs and retains the flavor of folk discourse, but also has distinctive characteristics of the times. Compared with the above famous folk songs. It can be seen that the author did not use traditional metaphor, nor did he use objective and concrete images to compare and imply the intensity and firmness of his love, but directly expressed and sang his feelings. In ci, unrestrained emotional passion is naked and obviously civic. This is an objective reflection of the high prosperity of the city during Liu Yong's life.
Another feature of this word is its popular language, natural tone and pure line drawing. Compared with Liu Yong's Lin Yuling and Nocturne, its style is different and obvious. This shows that Liu Yong has achieved great success in learning folk words. He expanded the creative position of "slang words" and enriched the content and expressive force of words.
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Song Liu Yong
Who owns the garden in sunny days and spring? Warm method urges, the valley is peaceful, orioles dance, and the fragrant trees are moved at first. Seeing the wet golden clothes, Ye Ying speaks like a spring. Xiao Lai's big branches are rough, as if whispering his heart and profound meaning.
There is no evidence. When warm smoke comes out, I go swimming with bees. Wild tracks, two calls, and finally dance in the fog. When I was on the farm, I was in the depths of the flowers. At this time, Haiyan was spared.
Dou Baihua
Song Liu Yong
Whispering frost floating tile, green curtain light cold, Nagato quietly locked. In late autumn, when I saw chrysanthemums, tears of Chongyang fell like beads and my face flooded. The voice of love is far away.
Infinite bitterness, send love empty [bad belt] model. Should be an emperor. At the beginning, I complained about my resignation, but now I am the first enchanting in the palace, but I fly proudly everywhere.
Secondly,
The weather is warm and sunny. Light fog and low cage incense tree. The pond is lightly dipped in tobacco and the curtain is idle. Tired of spring sleep, I throw my time on mowing grass and ignore the mood of going for an outing. Zhu Hu is all day long.
Instead of hating, Shu Jing was slow and difficult. If you are young, you will sleep drunk. There is no one in the deep courtyard, and the swing is dismantled at dusk, and the empty lock is full of flowers and rain.
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Full of palaces and slender waists. You can't be old until you are old. She just got married and tied her hair in a bun. The first time I learned to make up seriously, just like a beautiful figure drawn from a sculptor or sculptor, my face showed a kind of fear and shame. Every gesture is very charming and lovely.
Unfortunately, the heart has not learned to love her husband actively. It's late at night. If you don't want to get into the honeymoon quilt, you can untie Luo Shang and carry Ying Ying on your back, but you are told to sleep first.
Night Music
Song Liu Yong
The frozen cloud is bleak, and the boat is a leaf, leaving Zhu Jiang on impulse. Across thousands of valleys and rocks, across the depths of the stream, the raging waves gradually subsided, and the firewood wind blew. More business travel. Sail and sail, birds are painted in pan style, and people dance in Nanpu. Looking at sparkling wine, clusters of smoke villages and rows of frost trees. When the sun went down, the fisherman went home. The decline of lotus is scattered, and the decline of yang is hidden. On the shore, in twos and threes, there are girls wandering on the beach. Avoid pedestrians and smile shyly. Because of this, the embroidered pavilion is lightly thrown, and the waves are hard to stay. After the sigh, what is the basis about Ding Ning? Sadness leaves the bosom, and emptiness hates returning late in the year. I have tears in my eyes, and I am afraid of Lu Jing Road. The sound of breaking the rainbow is far away and the sky is wide.