I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
I can still remember this situation, and I didn't know until I came and left.
Gusser has fifty strings. Column, a column for adjusting the pitch of strings; When I think of reading, because of rhyme, I can't have three consecutive flat tones. Lantian: Located in the southeast of Lantian County, Shaanxi Province, it is a famous jade producing area in ancient times.
Li Si's Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Comments: This is a poem written by Yuan Zhen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, to his lover Cui Yingying. "Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. The meaning of this sentence: people who have experienced the incomparably deep and wide sea will find it difficult to attract him by the water elsewhere; Except for the clouds steaming in Wushan, the clouds in other places are eclipsed. The water in the sea and the clouds in Wushan are metaphors of the depth and depth of love. When I have seen the sea and Wushan Mountain, the water and clouds in other places are ugly. No woman can make me emotional, except the woman that poets read and love.
Liu Yong, Liang Zhu
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Comments: This poem expresses the yearning and admiration for the right person. The whole poem begins with "Spring Sorrow", that is, "Acacia", but refuses to tell the truth until the last sentence. When the love of lovesickness reached its climax, the words came to an abrupt end, the passion echoed and the appeal was stronger. The last sentence expresses a persistent personality and attitude, so it is widely circulated.
Su Shi in Jiangchengzi
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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Comments: This is a sentimental poem written by Su Dongpo after he dreamed that his beloved concubine Wang Chaoyun would die one day. Simple and sincere affection, you will be moved by affection every time you finish reading it. Separated by yin and yang, reunion can only be expected in a dream. What Su Dongpo can't give up ten years later is the kind of affection that affects each other. What he can't stand is not the loss of vigorous love, but the loneliness of a person after losing his partner. "Even if I don't know each other, my face is dusty and my temples are frosty." What I saw in my dream was all trivial fragments of my deceased relatives' past lives. Because in those trivial things, there is an indelible affection. What is the highest state of love in the world of mortals? Holding your hand is a realm, caring for each other is a realm, and life and death are also a realm. In this world, there is the most dignified and profound love, called dependence. It is a long-term infiltration and a warmth that blends into each other's lives.
Qingjiang river under the fishing drum platform,
How many pedestrians cry in the middle!
Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Yarn"
Nalan Xingde, the word Rong Ruo, was first named Chengde and later renamed Xingde; He was born in the Qing Dynasty and was an important poet in the early Qing Dynasty. His poems are sincere, beautiful and sad, especially many poems in memory of his wife Lu, who died young. This is blood and tears, which makes him a famous "heartbreaker" in the history of China's Ci. This song "Happy Yarn" is one of them.