Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of muddy wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
Chinese plum
Don Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Chinese plum
Song Chen Liang
Thin and thin, small calyx pearl-shaped. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.
If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.
Chinese plum
Wang Yuan cotton
In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Meihualuo
Xue mingxuan
There are double plums outside the eaves, and it was windy in front of the court last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it.
Rome
Qingruran
The breeze and raindrops are covered with moss, and the fragrance of the desert is still audible. The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies like a cloud.
There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies.
2. What is the poem of "expressing feelings by sound" in Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"? In Li Bai's poem "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night", the poem "Expressing feelings by sound" is: Who can't afford it?
1, Introduction to the Works
Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is a poem written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem expresses the homesickness caused by the flute when the author stayed in Luoyang in the dead of night. The first two sentences describe that the flute spread all over Luoyang with the spring breeze, and the last two sentences describe that he was homesick because he smelled the flute. The whole poem is juxtaposed with the word "smell", expressing the feeling of smelling the flute, using imagination and exaggeration reasonably, being coherent, sincere and lasting.
2, the author
Li Bai (70 1~762), whose name is Taibai, is a violet layman. He is the most unique and greatest romantic poet after Qu Yuan. He has the reputation of "poetic immortal" and is also called "Du Li" with Du Fu. His poems are mainly lyrical, showing the arrogant spirit of contempt for powerful people, expressing sympathy for people's sufferings, being good at depicting natural scenery and expressing his love for the mountains and rivers of the motherland. The poetic style is magnificent and bold, the imagination is rich, the language flows naturally, the melody is harmonious and changeable, and it is good at absorbing nutrients and materials from folk literature and myths and legends, which constitutes its unique magnificent and gorgeous color and reaches the peak of poetic art in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. There are more than 1000 poems, including 30 volumes of Li Taibai's Collection.
3. What are the three strokes of the flute that describe the "flute" in the poem? Plum blossoms are broken and Chun Qing is continuous. -Li Qingzhao's Lonely Goose
2. The flute is getting louder and louder, and the apes are constantly screaming. -Xiaogang's "The Hard Road"
The flute sounded like a reed flower, and Bai Niao suddenly started to walk. -Pan Lang's "Jiuquan Zi"
4. There should be countless broken willows, and the flute blows away from the pavilion. -Naran Xingde's "Ju Xin"
5. hibiscus is not folded, and the flute fills the clouds. -Wu Yong's "Shangxiping"
6. the color pillow is endless. The flute shines long at night. -Han Yuanji's "Bodhisattva Man"
7. I only pity Guan Shanyue, the flute. I know people are sad every night. -Liu Changqing's "Sin Behind, Smelling Changzhou Military Flute at Night"
8. Blow the horn. The flute sounded. Blow the south branch and blow the north branch. It snowed in the Ming Dynasty. -Sauvignon Blanc in Liu Kezhuang
9. You can't hear the sound of the cliff flute, but you won't know it until the sun freezes. -Xiao Dezao's "Ancient Beauty"
10. If you don't say anything, tune who plays the flute. -Feng Yansi's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
4. Thirty Poems of Flute: I heard the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night. Li Bai [recommended] his "Jade Emperor" was secretly scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Li Bai [recommended] one is to move to Changsha and look at Chang' an in the west.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. Li Bai joined the army from Yumen Road and chased Jin Weishan.
There is a song "Plum Blossom" on the frontier fortress, which is the soldiers celebrating the victory of the war. Drums are everywhere in the desert, and the heroic spirit of the soldiers can pervade the clouds.
Only the head of Khan can get the head of Khan and go straight to Tielu. Listen to the Hu people playing the flute, Li Bai and the Jade Emperor playing the Hu people, half of which is the voice of Qin.
In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu.
Playing the flute Du Fu plays the flute. The autumn is crisp and the moon is clear. Who skillfully makes a heartbreaking sound? The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan.
Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound. Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?
In the evening, he took the wine to the river and Du Fu wanted to watch the white sunset on the Qingjiang River, and then took the beauty aboard. The flute was full of anger and sadness, and the wonderful dance didn't stop all night.
Big fish often haunt the lights and listen to the song low, if you like. In the middle of the night, the wind blows cold, and the ship is happy.
Out of Wang Zhihuan [Recommended] The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Jiang (the original word five strokes can't be played) flute, why bother to complain about Liu, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan.
On the bunker, I heard that playing the flute is noble and clean, and herding horses in Hu-day. On the moon, ginger (the original word cannot be played with five strokes) plays the flute between buildings. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
At the banquet, Zhang Qiao played a song in Liangzhou, and the wind moved Xiao Sa to Jiangcheng. There is an old war guest in the seat. Don't play the flute.
Listening to the flute, Liu Changqing once took pity on me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests. Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?
The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the green wave is as light as no flow. The voice of business is bright and the voice of feather is bitter, while the voice of river is silent and sad.
Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad. Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.
Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep. After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.
Li Zhonglong, who plays the flute, stops listening to the moonlight, and the wonderful bamboo meets the good voice. Putting a song before seeing the two statues reminds people of Xu Yunfeng.
Recite the flute "Zhiwen Jiang" (the original word can't be played in five strokes), write down the dragon sound on the flute, and sing until late at night. Under the lonely moon on the mountain, I came to the dragon head to sing.
Blow plum blossoms one by one, including spring willow color surprise. Pay tribute to your son and sit in memory of your old neighbor.
Yuan Zhen, a poet in Lianchang Palace, played a tune for nine days, and twenty-five lang played the pipe one by one. Traveling all over Liangzhou, colorful Qiuci records constantly.
Li Mo pressed his flute against the palace wall and stole some new songs. Huzhang Tianque in Huaqing Palace is more important than being young at night, dancing between clouds and fairy songs.
The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long. I heard the flute. Zhang Hu flew in the plum blossom flute all night, and it was cold and clear.
The north wind blows to the clouds. Li Modi and Zhang Hu are always lucky in Luoyang City and Tianle Palace is bright at night.
Helpless, Li Mo stole the music, and the restaurant flute was a new sound. Listening to the flute on the wall of Shouxiang all night, Li Yi misses his hometown at night, and the flute is even more sad.
The sad man didn't want to hear it, so he came to the pillow. The wind is blocking the clouds, and the moon opens at night.
Pingming is lonely and melancholy, and tries her best to fly. At the banquet, the general watched the stone dance. Li Yiwei came to the garrison building in the southeast of Yue Yue, and the pipa danced on his head.
What's more, the flute is far from the mountain, and the white grass and sand are cold in autumn. On a spring night, I heard the flute. Li Yihan plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests see tears all over their skirts.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn. Wei Shao, village flute, high and low, played a sad rhyme.
But I saw a lonely village on a moonlit night, and a cow flute interrupted people's intestines. Huaqing Palace and Du Sheren Xue Neng locked thousands of doors in silence and played the flute.
Shake your feathers with a soft voice and dress with a soft step. Zhao Xian [recommended], who heard the flute and played the flute and painted the building, had intermittent sounds followed by intermittent wind.
The sky is falling very clandestinely. Please go to the curtain call with Leng Yue. Huan Zi, a farmer from Xinglai, wrote an article to Ma Rong.
I don't know if people are here, but it's loud and empty. Dimfragrance Jiang Kui [Recommended] How many times have you photographed me in the plum blossom and played the flute? Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold.
He Xun is old now and has forgotten. But strangely, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the incense is cold into the Yao mat.
Jiangguo is silent. Sigh is strange and far away, and snow begins to accumulate at night.
Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands to crush thousands of trees, making the West Lake cold and blue.
When can you see it again? Jade Louchun, the king of the Red Chamber, and the cold of the twelfth spring, who blows the jade emperor at the corner of the building? Tianjin Bridge used to listen to, thirty-six palace autumn grass green.
There is no news of Zhao Huaren leaving, and it is in Jiang Shangqing at night. With a loud noise, all the flowers in the short pavilion disappeared and countless pedestrians did not return.
Good news: Wang Yuanliang leans on the Zhejiang Building alone, complaining and moaning. And the voice of the pear garden, I miss that person.
Begonia is skinny and afraid of cold spring. How can it withstand the wind and rain? Looking back at Huaqing pool, the clouds are lingering.
Playing the flute on the boat Yang Wanli was impatient on the boat, got drunk, played the flute and blew a cigarette. A clear voice rang through the air, and the ape let out a cry and fell into the stream and spring.
Partridge day Huang Juzhi was born in, so don't let your glass dry up in life. In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down.
Live, eat, dance, and enjoy the song board. Yellow flowers and white hairs are holding hands, and people look at them coldly when they give them.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Huang Fusong [recommended] has blue flowers and dark red plantains on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
Double tone. Water sprite Georgi was in several villages before and after winter, and both Beixi and Nanxi were frosted. Where is the fragrance when the cold wind comes on the lonely mountain at the bottom of the tree? When we met suddenly, I dressed up.
Wine wakes up cold dreams, Xiao hurts spring and heartbroken, and the moon is hazy. Zhong You, emperor of Ma Zhiyuan, sent away the cicada at sunset.
It is half cool and half curtain wind, and the poet's feelings are particularly heavy. Where is the balcony, and the flute sounds sad? Two hair spots, forever autumn night, how heavy the Chu wind is.
I can't stop dreaming.
5. The poem "Listening to the Flute on the Bunker" praising the flute was written by Gao Shi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Snow-clean horse grazes in the lake field, and Xiao guards the building in the moonlight. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison.
Where does the sentimental "plum blossom tune" drift? It seems to fall on the mountain like plum blossoms falling with the wind. Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Whose courtyard does the quiet Yu Di fly out of? Enter the spring breeze and float over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "Folding Willow" on the night of their stay?
The author of "The First Meeting in Yangzhou Appreciates Lotte" is Liu Yuxi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text ancient poems are as follows: Bashan Chuhe River is desolate and abandoned in twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up. I spent twenty-three years in the desolate places of Bashan and Chushui.
Missing an old friend, reciting Xiao Fu in vain, and returning home for a long time is not the past. Next to the sunken ship, there is a passing Qian Fan, but before the diseased tree, there is a struggle in spring.
After listening to the poem you recited to me today, I can cheer up with this wine for the time being. Joining the Army was written by Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poem is as follows: a hundred feet bonfire in the west of the city, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk. Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
This building in the west of Huo Feng City is hundreds of feet high. At dusk, I sat there alone, bathed in the autumn wind of Qinghai Lake. The music "Guan Shanyue" played by Qiangdi was brought from afar by the autumn wind, which can't eliminate my yearning for my wife thousands of miles away.
The author of Liangzhou Ci is Wang Zhihuan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city-Wan Ren.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Looking around, the Yellow River is drifting away, as if rushing in winding white clouds. In the mountains of Wan Ren in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, an isolated city, Yumenguan, stands tall and isolated.
Why do you want to use Qiangdi to play sad willow songs to complain that spring has not come? It turns out that the spring breeze can't blow around Yumen Gate. The author of The Shepherd Boy is Yan Lu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute is three or four times in the evening breeze. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious.
The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
The author of the dream work is Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Qian Shan plays the flute at night, and the road is dark and beautiful.
Playing chess doesn't know how to change the world, and the bar is helpless to miss home. In classical poetry, there are many people who write dreams or poems in their dreams.
In Qing Dynasty, Zhao Yi once said in Ou Bei Shi Hua that there were as many as 99 Dream Poems written by Lu You. Some of these works write dreams, and some use dreams to express the poet's feelings.
Another feature of this poem is that the antithesis is ingenious and seamless, and the two conjunctions are opposite. This is influenced by Du Fu's quatrains.
The author of Deng Kuaige is Huang Tingjian, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: I have abandoned my official business, and things in the pavilion depend on yat sen villa.
Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a bright moon. Zhu Xian is already a beauty, and her young eyes are chatting with wine.
Wan Li returned to the ship to play the flute, which is why we made an alliance with Bai Ou. I'm not a big shot, just a perfunctory official. I have been busy all day. Taking advantage of the rain at night, I went to the express pavilion to relax.
From a distance, it is early winter, when all the trees are depressed and the world is wider. In the bright moonlight, Chengjiang flows clearly into the distance.
My friends are far away, and I haven't been interested in playing strings for a long time. Only when I see wine will my eyes shine. Thinking about the fetters of life, an official might as well find a boat to play the flute and float to his hometown, where being with Bai Ou is not a better destination.
On the River was written by Wang Anshi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the west wind overflows the river, and the river flowers turn red in the evening.
The flute of love, blowing farewell, blows to the mountains in the east with the autumn wind. Autumn wind is blowing on the river, and the fallen flowers on the river bank are falling in the sunset glow.
The feeling of parting makes the distant flute blow, and with the autumn wind blows to the east of the mountain. The author of Watching Hu People Play the Flute is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Hu people play the jade emperor, half for the sound of the piano. In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion.
Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu. But looking at Chang 'an Road, I miss that main feeling.
The conference semifinals played on flutes, mostly three fat. At dawn in Wu Shan in October, a song "Plum Blossom" fell to Jingting.
My hat tassel was wet with tears when I heard the music of "Out of the Plug" in sadness. Looking back at the avenue leading to Chang 'an, it's a pity that I fell in love with the monarch.
The author of The Yellow Crane Tower Smells the Flute is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: 1. Moving to Changsha, looking to Chang 'an in the west, not seeing home.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. This is what Li Bai did when he exiled Yelang to Wuchang in the first year of Gan Yuan (758).
This poem is about visiting the Yellow Crane Tower and listening to the flute, which expresses the poet's exile abroad. Jia Yi in the Western Han Dynasty was relegated to Changsha by the powerful minister for accusing the current politics.
Li Bai was also implicated in the Li Lin incident in Wang Yong, and was exiled to Yelang on the charge of "disobedience". So the poet quoted Jia Yi as a homonym.
Jiangnan Dream was written by Huang Fusong, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: blue embers fall, dark red bananas are on the screen.
Dreaming about plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and playing flute and rain at night. At the People's Postal Bridge.
The deeper the translation, the dim candles and the canna on the painting screen. I was sleepy and finally fell asleep. In my dream, I was in Jiangnan after a long separation. When childhood is mature, it is the rainy season in Jiangnan. I was alone in the boat, holding a bamboo flute, playing with the rustling rain outside the boat, and sometimes I heard people talking at the post station on the bridge, talking about the long-lost local accent and telling unforgettable stories.
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