A poem about beating an anvil

1. Ancient poems knock on the anvil, and poems smell the cuckoo sound, and the broken apes are not sad.

Whose anvil is under the moon, intestines are necessary. If you are not a guest, you will hear the confession.

I want to make the wanderer return. Night costume [Song] He Zhu received brocade and got off the honeymoon machine.

Wash the anvil and beat the clothes at night. Whether the teenager is healthy now or not, I will see Yan Nan return after crossing the melon.

He Zhu (Song Dynasty) had a bright anvil and a harmonious sound. Give the stamped clothes to your husband, but engrave your name and attach it to your home, but don't stop breathing.

It's thousands of miles away to Yumenguan, but the people guarding the border are still in Kansai. "Ding Feng Bo" Li Jue geese are still young in the autumn night, and the lotus pond is locked by the window.

The past was unbearable and melancholy, so I left it to Xiaoxiang. Even if the palindromes overlap, who will send them? Solve the problem of crying in the mirror.

The fragrance of sinking water dispels the cold of golden duck, and the sorrow lasts forever, waiting for the sound of insects to be long. The ancient meaning is to make up for Joe/the ancient meaning/not to see Shen Quanqi (Tang) Lujia young woman, and the swallows live in pairs on the tortoise shell beam.

Hearing the cold beat of the washing mallet shake the leaves, Liaoyang expedition will go for ten years. And the news was lost in the White Wolf River. The autumn night in Red Phoenix here is long.

Who said that sadness made you unable to see loneliness, only saw the moonlight on the yellow silk waves on her textile machine? Qi Tianle cricket [Song] Jiang Kui first recited his own sorrow.

Sadness is more about whispering. Exposing copper on the floor and moss invading the stone well were all listened to by Yi.

Mourning sounds like complaining. Thinking of a sleepless woman, she is looking for a machine.

Ququ Pingshan, cool and lonely at night. It's raining in the west window again.

Who is the frequency interval, phase and anvil for? Don't be sad when the pavilion welcomes autumn and leaves the palace to hang the moon.

Poetry is diffuse. Laughing at the fence, calling for lights, children of the world.

It's even more bitter to write in the piano. Zheng Xuan has a scholar-bureaucrat who makes crickets.

At midnight, Li Bai (Tang) had a bright moon hanging high in the capital, and it was tempered. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition? Practice makes Li Yu (Five Dynasties) quiet in the deep courtyard, empty in the small courtyard, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.

But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. One of the eight poems of the Tang Dynasty in the autumn: Du Fu's Jade Dew withered the maple forest, and Wushan Martial Arts angered Xiao Sen.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

2. Ancient poetry pounds clothes anvil poetry smell anvil

Cuckoo don't cry, apes don't cry. Whose anvil is under the moon, intestines are necessary.

If you are not a guest, you will hear the confession. I want to make the wanderer return.

Pajamas/training

[Song] What is it?

Copy that, brocade character. Get off the honeymoon plane. Wash the anvil and beat the clothes at night.

Whether the teenager is healthy now or not, I will see Yan Nan return after crossing the melon.

Stand together

He Zhu (Song)

The surface of the stone used in the past has been smooth and smooth, and the sound of the pestle is harmonious and neat.

Give the stamped clothes to your husband, but engrave your name and attach it to your home, but don't stop breathing. Give it to Wan Li, Yu Guanying,

The garrison is still in Yuguanxi.

Ding Fengbo

Li Xun

The geese are still young after the autumn night, and the lotus pond is locked by the window. The past was unbearable and melancholy, so I left it to Xiaoxiang.

Even if the palindromes overlap, who will send them? Solve the problem of crying in the mirror. The fragrance of sinking water dispels the cold of golden duck, and the sorrow lasts forever, waiting for the sound of insects to be long.

The ancient meaning fills the gap. Joe/Gu Yi/Alone.

Shen Quanqi (Tang)

Yu Jintang, a young woman from Lujia, couples of swallows perched on the hawksbill beam.

Hearing the cold beat of the washing mallet shake the leaves, Liaoyang expedition will go for ten years.

And the news was lost in the White Wolf River. The autumn night in Red Phoenix here is long.

Who said that sadness made you unable to see loneliness, only saw the moonlight on the yellow silk waves on her textile machine?

Cricket in Qi Tianle

[Song] Jiang Kui

Yu Lang first talked about his sadness. Sadness is more about whispering. Exposing copper on the floor and moss invading the stone well were all listened to by Yi. Mourning sounds like complaining. Thinking of a sleepless woman, she is looking for a machine. Ququ Pingshan, cool and lonely at night.

It's raining in the west window again. Who is the frequency interval, phase and anvil for? Don't be sad when the pavilion welcomes autumn and leaves the palace to hang the moon. Poetry is diffuse. Laughing at the fence, calling for lights, children of the world. It's even more bitter to write in the piano. Zheng Xuan has a scholar-bureaucrat who makes crickets.

Midnight Wu Ge

Li Bai (Tang)

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

Prank order

Li Yu (Five Dynasties)

The deep courtyard is quiet and the small courtyard is empty.

Intermittent cold anvil intermittent air. But the night is long and people can't sleep.

Count the moons to the curtain.

Eight Poems in Autumn, Part I

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

3. Taking China's classical poetry as an example, "Why do ten thousand hammers pound clothes" in "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" is interpreted as the folk custom of hanging clothes or cloth in ancient times. That is, women spread the woven cloth on a smooth chopping board, and in order to combine softness with iron, they pat it flat with a wooden stick to cut clothes, which is called "pound clothes". It's not just autumn night. In classical poetry. Often show the melancholy mood of asking people to leave their wives and stay away from home. There are some words in the tune, such as "Tao Lian Zi", which is its original intention. In addition, when women wash clothes, they beat them with a pestle to make them clean, which is also called "Yi Dao". In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Huilian's poem "Yi Dao" said: "The high anvil rings," The night knife dresses the moon. " The third song of Midnight Wu Ge: "A bright moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand hammers beat the ground, the autumn wind blows my heart, and I will return to Yumenguan, He Liping, Qian Hu and my husband for a long March! ? "Song Liyu's" Daolian Zi Ling "says:" Chongyang is near, and several anvil pestles urge it. " Song He Zhu's "Dao Lianzi" says: "The anvil is ringing, and the tears are full." References:

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4. Poetry about smashing clothes [Southern Dynasties] Xie Huilian

The balance is not flooding. Luck is like a torrent. The autumn wind in Bailuyuan Ju Yuan falls on the court. Sususha chicken feathers. Fierce cold cried. The evening is gloomy and empty. The moon is bright and the lady is bright. Beauty gives up clothes. The high anvil of the end decoration ring. Long sorrow. Fragrant sleeves. Double problems of light sweat dyeing. Su wan has become. This gentleman didn't come back. Cut the barnyard grass with a knife. Mending for Wan Li. The rest comes from my spare hand. Once you are silent, you can open it. The belt must be old. I don't know what is right or wrong.

In my heart forever's Yi Dao is also famous. Zhong Rong said in the volume "Poetry": "Although there are revival works of" Autumn Huai "and" Yi Dao ",why add them?" He also evaluated it as a "five-word early warning strategy." Yi Dao is a very common theme in Tang Dynasty. Hui Lian's works not only appeared earlier, but also showed modality, which is worthy of Zhong Rong's appreciation.

"Night Listening Clothes" Gold

Cold is the golden age of the royal family, and beauty is the medicine. The winter night is clear and eternal, and the bright moon shines on the hall. Fold your hands lightly and bang on the anvil with a pestle.

Midnight Wu Ge [Li Bai]

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

Tame Du Fu

I also know that I won't come back, and I will try to clear the anvil in autumn. Near the bitter cold month, the feeling is long. Let's just say you're tired of smashing clothes. Exhausted boudoir, you listen to the empty voice.

Listening to the anvil under the moon, Liu Tang Changqing

Night still covers the cold city, where is the anvil clear? Beat the sound of the autumn moon, heartbroken lulongshu. If you don't have a recruiter, you will worry about frost.

Autumn night smell anvil don Du Xunhe.

The desolate guest house sleeps in autumn, and the anvil stands on the bright moon. It's better to listen to apes in Bashan, and have no worries in three voices.

Moonlit Night on the Spring River [Zhang] (excerpt)

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

The moonlight shines into the boudoir, but the bead curtain sweeps it away; The moonlight shone on the anvil, brushed it off and started again.

Appreciation of the long poem "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" focuses on five things: spring, river, flowers, moon and night. Here are two famous sentences describing moonlight. It does not describe moonlight in isolation, but uses it to contrast people's thoughts and feelings. "In the Shadow of Yumen" and "On the Anvil" make people feel that there is a young woman who misses recruiting people. Whether she is alone in the boudoir or making cold clothes to recruit people, the moonlight is closely with her, and it can't be brushed away, suggesting that the young woman can't get rid of the suffering of lovesickness. These two poems are vivid, vivid and artistic.

5. About Yi Dao's poem "More air leakage and more cold"

Year: Tang author:

The wind brings cold, autumn is positive, and cymbidium grows old for no reason. Clouds linger, trees depend on each other, and people don't return.

Being with Zhu Ge is not only sad, but also sparse. The moon rises in the east, the geese fly south, and the night is still in rags.

Midnight Four Seasons Song: Qiu Ge

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

Youth Journey: Farewell to the West Building

Year: Song Author: Yan

After leaving the West Building, the wind in Gao Lu is very cold, but the moon is very clear. Hongfei Yingli 3231313353236313431303231363533e59b9e7ad9431333/kloc-0.

On this occasion, the mountains are heavy and the waters are far away. How can we entrust the Western Expedition? The soul of the golden boudoir dreams of abandoning Ding Ning to find a short pavilion.

Five Poems of Chang Xin's Autumn Poems (5)

Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang

In Changxin Palace, only the bright moon is still bright, and the voice of His Highness Yi Dao. The Millennium Hall is full of traces of weeds, and the red Luo Zhang is in deep love.

Farewell to Wuhu Pavilion and Shuige in Winter

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu

Reed flowers are flying all over the sky, and the rain is weak by the virtual threshold. The cold forest leaves the nest, and the ancient waves are high and the fish boats are rare.

Clouds hold four mountains all day long, when will the three paths of grass shortage return? Jiangcheng is in a hurry, and half of the homesickness smells fragrant.

Lonely sleep and resentment

Year: Tang author:

After years of defense, I am full of feelings. Flowers fly on the icing on the cake, and the moon falls on the edge of the clothes.

The lights are dark and lonely, and the bed is empty and lonely. Since you went to the Three Seas, the jade box has closed the spring string.

Yanggu store

Year: Tang author:

The pear leaves in the guest house are red, and the clothes in the neighbor's house are broken. Dreams come at night, tears fall and homesick.

Luoshui is about to run out, and Lushan Mountain is fading away. Chang 'an is only a thousand miles away. What's the news?

Romantic childe, Mu Ye Pavilion, Gaoxia.

Year: Song Author:

The leaves fell on the water, the Double Ninth Festival approached, and the autumn winter clothes were stamped again. But my melancholy thoughts haunt me. The sideburns are white, even if I put chrysanthemums in my head at will, the flowers will feel ashamed. It's getting late, look straight at that, the crimson Polygonum hydropiper blooming by the water. The grass is cooing, the sunset is silent, the geese are lying in Nanpu, and people are leaning against the west wing.

I don't know. Are you okay? Incense lettering * * * Brocade, two leisurely. I can only hate the white clouds scattered at that time when it is blank, and the bluebird is in it. You worry in the wind, one heart and two pieces of Ye Mei, how can you bear sadness? Love can't be said, it can only be paid with the East River.

Cold autumn night in Muluo River, Linjiang County

Year: Song Author: Xie Yi

The Muluo River is cold in autumn, and the hair blowing in the hat is light. The sound of clothes being smashed outside Feng Dan Building. Climbing high and looking far, the mountains and shadows are wild.

Dew lightly dyed Gonghuangtingju, and smoke in Cornus officinalis lightly brushed red. Who got drunk before you? The smell of wine is on my face, and the sunset is dawning.

The wind is loose, and it's still a little erratic to go back to the saddle.

Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang

Adversity is hard to get rid of. People say that wine is a solution to worry, and it bears a heavy burden after illness. When I was making clothes, I was very sad and noisy about my feelings.

In the distance, the forest is falling, the evening wind is wailing, and the wild shop is still open. Affection is just a shadow in front of the lamp. With this Weng, let's go together and come together. The master of the anti-brigade asked the other party that this time it was as old as before.

6. The poem 1, which contains "Yi Dao". Blow a flower grate, and the night is against the moon, Yi Rong.

A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. He defeated Qian Hu, and my husband came back from a long war! ?

3. The anvil surface is bright, the pestle sound is neat, and the tears are printed on the clothes.

4. High anvil ring, long pestle mourning. Slightly fragrant sleeves, lightly sweated double questions (forehead). Now Su Wan has done it, and this gentleman hasn't come back yet. Cut with a barnyard grass knife and sew clothes for Wan Li.

Near Chongyang, there are several anvil pestles.

6. The deep courtyard is quiet, the alley is empty, the cold anvil sounds intermittently, and the wind sounds intermittently. But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.

7. Under the slanting moon and before the north wind, try it on with a thousand anvil. Don't sleep hard for smashing clothes, breaking the night is like years.

8. The jade curtain cannot be rolled up, but it can be brushed back on the anvil.

9. The desolate guest house sleeps in autumn, and the anvil pestle the bright moon. It's better to listen to apes in Bashan, and have no worries in three voices.

10. Night still hangs over this cold city. Where is the anvil cleaned? Beat the sound of the autumn moon, heartbroken lulongshu. If you don't have a recruiter, you will worry about frost.

That's all I found ...

7. What does Yi Dao anvil mean?

Wen Zisheng

The autumn night in Chang 'an is very long.

Beauty is golden and yellow.

The pestle knows the distance,

How sad the sound is.

The Qixi River is rotten,

Mid-autumn moon.

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Looking at Sirius upstairs (5)

(1) This poem is about thinking about women's rags and missing their husbands in the autumn night. Beautiful artistic conception, alternating seven words and five words, long tone, endless. To pour clothes, in ancient times, the material was thick and hard, and it had to be tamped on the rammed stone with a wooden pestle before sewing. (2) Brocade: the "Pearl Krabs" in the next sentence, an anvil with beautiful patterns. Anvil, stone. Huang Liu: A variegated silk fabric. (3) Tanabata: refers to the night when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossed the river on July 7th. Long River: Galaxy. ④ Yeē w ē ng choke: Juyongguan, in the northwest of Changping County, Beijing. Wild goose: refers to the news cut off. Hou Yan, geese are migratory birds and fly south in autumn, so it is cloudy. ⑤ Sirius: The name of the star. The ancients thought that this star was hidden outside the main battle.

Also: the following two poems use the same technique to write the sad artistic conception of missing a woman in rags on an autumn night.

Xiao Yan's Poems on Broken Anvils

Words are easy to say. Farewell, sun of the river. Meditation is a bad way. Like a dream in an empty bed. Both Dan and Green. Only then did I know that Su Wan was injured. Under zhongzhou muye. The border town should have been frosted long ago. Yin worms are getting fiercer every day. The grass in the yard is yellow. It's a sunny night in a golden wind. The moon hangs in the bridal chamber. Crazy with the bridesmaids. Help me straighten my clothes. Anvil for autumn. The wrist of light tilapia is light emerald color and low red makeup. Zhu Yanri is already popular. This is a bright color. Smash a robber stone. Wencheng is a pair of mandarin ducks. Take the golden knife. Smoked like Lanfang. The ceremony has long since ceased to exist. Take this and send it to a cold hometown. Who cares about my health? I think your intestines are bitter.

Poetry of smashing clothes

Xie Huilian Dynasty: North and South.

The balance is not flooding.

Luck is like a torrent.

Bailuzi Ju Yuan

The autumn wind falls on the court.

Sususha chicken feathers.

Fierce cold cried.

The evening is gloomy and empty.

The moon is bright and the lady is bright.

Beauty gives up clothes.

The high anvil of the end decoration ring.

Long sorrow.

Fragrant sleeves.

Double problems of light sweat dyeing.

Su wan has become.

This gentleman didn't come back.

Cut the barnyard grass with a knife.

Mending for Wan Li.

The rest comes from my spare hand.

Once you are silent, you can open it.

The belt must be old.

I don't know what is right or wrong.

8. What's wrong with a poem with clothes?

Lipper

The beauty in the boudoir is over ten years old, and moths hate leaving home. Suddenly on the river, spring returns to Yan,

Won the book in the clouds. The jade hand opens its mouth and sighs, but the madman still guards Hebei.

Wan Li flows in the north of the Yangtze River and wishes to pan-continent in Shuang Yan. Clouds ride on green silk,

My place is covered with moss. The spring breeze upstairs is going to rest. Who can look at the sad hair in the mirror?

Xiao Chui tube falling flowers, night knife glory clothes to the moon. The moon was carved high and long,

Real bead curtain foil covers the orchid hall. With one heart hanging down the treasure knot, I half caressed Qiong Yan Su Hexiang.

Qiong Yan Baolian's branches are exhausted, and the lights and candles shine lonely and sleep. With gold scissors,

Leave a lovesickness pillow for you. I don't see you after picking orchids, and the red scarf is full of tears.

There will be more traffic jams next year, and I would like to be a cloud on the balcony.

9. In China's classical poems, for example, "Clothes are brushed on the anvil" and "How come the washing mallet is pounding", clothes are smashed.

In Moonlit Night on a Spring River, it is interpreted as hanging clothes or cloth.

Folk custom of ancient costume. That is, women spread the woven cloth on a smooth chopping board and knock it flat with a wooden stick to make it soft and iron, so as to cut clothes, which is called "smashing clothes". More than autumn nights. In classical poetry, the sound of cold anvil is also called "cold anvil", which often shows the melancholy mood of asking people to leave their wives and hometown. There are some words in the tone of the word, such as "practicing calligraphy", which is its original intention. In addition, women beat clothes with a pestle to make them clean, which is also called "smashing clothes". Xie Huilian's poem "Yi Dao" in the Southern Song Dynasty: "The anvil rings high and the pestle mourns long. Slightly fragrant sleeves, lightly sweated double questions (forehead). Now Su Wan has done it, and this gentleman hasn't come back yet. Cut it with a barnyard grass knife and sew it into Wan Li clothes. " Yi Dao by Tang Li Bai: "Blowing the grate tube, the flowers fall, the night is quiet, and the moon is torn to pieces." Midnight Wu Ge (3): "A bright moon hangs high in the capital, and it is tempered. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. He defeated Qian Hu, and my husband came back from a long war! ? "Song Liyu's Children's Play Order says:" It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and there are several anvil pestles everywhere. " Song He Zhu's "Prayer" poem says: "The anvil is bright and the pestle is loud, and tears are printed on the clothes."

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