If it rains like a cloud.
Affection,
It is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your heart and gives you warmth.
Is the ubiquitous concern, giving you care.
It is a signpost on the road of life, guiding you.
Thirst is a bowl of porridge to satisfy hunger and thirst.
When it's cold, it's a cotton coat to keep you warm.
It is an umbrella in rainy days, sheltering you from the wind and rain.
It is your support when you are tired and gives you warmth.
It is a hug when you are sad, and it will heal you.
Affection,
It is constant love!
It is deep love!
2. How to write a family composition on the topic of poetry?
Pear flower garden melts the moon, catkin pond is light wind. Under the forest, people at the water's edge guide that there is a road connecting the fairies.
The implication of Yan Shu in Song Dynasty gave me a feeling that it was not the poet's original intention. Silly, when I first read it, I thought it was the masterpiece of someone like Li Qingzhao who read a lot of poems, but it backfired. Somehow, I was particularly impressed by the last two sentences, and I was a little forgetful. I actually read it once and memorized it, and I never forgot it.
The next day passed, and the senior high school entrance examination looked at everyone with sharp eyes. It is gradually approaching us, and what I am most worried about is sports. During the summer vacation, I had to learn breaststroke to prepare for the exam. However, I am simply a "landlubber", I can't swim at all, and I am afraid of water. It is conceivable that the result of the first day of study can only be described as "fiasco". It refers not only to study, but also to the coming exam.
The next morning, I secretly encouraged myself on the road. Suddenly, I remembered that poem. So, I told myself that reciting this poem in my mind might make me less afraid of water. However, the cold water made me almost forget other thoughts. It was not until the fourth day that I remembered this poem, and I gave myself an order. However, I still violated it. I just thought about it, but I didn't meditate. "Memory" and "meditation" are different. Because I suddenly realized how naive and ridiculous I am. How can a poem that I can't understand the poet's true intention give me spiritual comfort?
When I got home, the first thing I did was to turn on the computer and look up the meaning of the poem. The result is quite different from what I thought: "The people by the water under the forest lead the way, and there is a road between the immortals." The poet of the Ming Dynasty lost his way at the edge of the forest, and one person showed the way. People who secretly write poems have some ideas in their hearts, hoping to get rid of them and reach an ethereal and bright realm without desire or desire. "Nothing wants nothing" is too far away from us. Even if the "thinking" in my heart-swimming is free, I can still think about other troubles. Only then did I realize that people were asking for trouble. We should not complain about the goddess of fate, but should reflect on ourselves. Tao Yuanming lived a life of "keeping what he wants" without bending his back for five buckets of rice, and was a typical figure who reached the realm of emptiness and brightness. Why can't we learn from him? Even if we can never succeed, we have tried, so naturally there is no need to have regrets.
"Fairy fate" is just a fate with immortals. I can't remember which immortals are circulating among the people in China. How can we talk about "immortal fate"? What is the "connection" mode of "Yuan Xian"? I think it's a little ridiculous. Therefore, swimming depends on your own strength. You wait, I will try! Just work hard for the empty and bright realm without desire and demand!
I wrote this composition myself, but the title is "Where is the connection between immortals and immortals?" If I use a poem, it should be the so-called "Tao" in "The Immortals are Linked", which is my own effort, O (∩ _ ∩) O.
3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sews it carefully and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that the delay will make him go home late, but she loves an inch of grass. In the poem describing love, there are three strands of spring. (Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. It's the same root, so why rush to fry it? (Cao Zhi: Seven Steps Poetry) 3. As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. Hearing my sister coming, my brother sharpened his knife to pigs and sheep. (Mulan Ci) 4. Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, the plants and trees spring back, the petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing sad songs. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, and I touch my white hair. It's so thin that it can't hold hairpins anymore. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. What can I expect during the war? . (Du Fu: Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night) 6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful book. There is no fear in haste, and pedestrians will open again. (Zhang Ji: Qiu Si) 7. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. I know from a distance where my brother is climbing, and there is one person missing everywhere. (Wang Wei: "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains") 8 * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: Going Home) The homesickness in the poem is 1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, did plum blossom and Han Mei bloom? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. (He Zhangzhi: "Back to Hometown") 3. Duan, winter passed and spring came again. When I came to my village and met people, I dared not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi: Crossing the Han River) 4. Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water until the river bank widened and the wind was hanging at low tide. Things have changed day and night, the old days of Jiang Chunren. Where the hometown book can reach, the geese return to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Mountain in the North" is full of thoughts. Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day". The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking") 7. Whose flute fluttered in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't stand homesickness in this nocturne? (Li Bai: Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night) 8. Guest. I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: Traveling North) 9. A tramp heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose in autumn. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night).
4. Write an affectionate ancient poem 1. I have been there, Liu Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining-< > 2. Mourning, looking far away-Han Yuefu folk songs
5. Watching the family and poetry creation 800 She has been watching, watching ... She is a primary school student named Xiaoxue.
What she has been paying attention to is her parents. Her parents went to the big city and said, "Come and pick her up when life is good."
She has no friends at school, but her only friend is her puppy. She goes to school every day with Xiaoxue, and no one dares to bully her. Xiaoxue's grades are not very good, but this time, even the teacher was surprised to be the first in the class.
It turned out that her parents said, "As long as she can win the first place in the class five times, they will come back early." This makes Xiaoxue have fighting spirit. No, she won the first place in her class.
Her family lives in the mountains, 500 meters away from the school. She gets up after 3 o'clock every day to fetch water and leaves a note at home in case her parents come back at this time. When cooking, everyone is carrying the stove outside, hoping to see their parents come back; Leave a note at school; It was you who came back from school. She always runs home as fast as possible.
One is to see if my parents have arrived home, and the other is that I can't bear to see birds coming home, pigeons coming home and the sun setting ... Once, she saw a couple walking in the mountains (few people came here). Xiaoxue thought it was her parents, running and jumping there, thinking: Mom and Dad, I miss you so much. Now I can see you, she thought, and I will be scattered soon. But just after I got there, my heart cooled a lot. It turns out that they are not their parents. Xiaoxue ran home crying, and her eyes were swollen the next day.
Xiaoxue is still watching. Look.
6. Poems describing the feelings of * * * hold hands and look at each other with tears, but they are speechless. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, short dreams without spring, it is difficult to follow Langma's footsteps; The mountains are heavy, the water is heavy, the clouds are flying in the west, and the clouds are floating in the east. Where are the books? One lovesickness, two worries. When those red berries come in spring, as a symbol of our love, Jiangnan has nothing. I am chatting and sending a spring. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me. The reason is still chaos, but sadness. This is a common smell in my heart. Outside the sunset, the Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. When it was fascinating, the man won the brothel, but she was lucky to survive. When can I see you here? There are crying marks on the inner sleeve. The wound is high and the city is broken, and the lights are dim. Unfortunately, this is a sad moment, especially for trees! Who is the money, in exchange for the red scarf greensleeves, hero tears! Baofeng cigarettes eliminate dragons and phoenixes, and painting screens and clouds lock Xiaoxiang. The night is cold and thin, and you can think infinitely! You are silent, I am silent. There is a nameless river flowing quietly among us. If you don't say it, I won't say it. Let's go quietly. There is a small bridge over the river ahead. In fact, there are many true feelings, depending on what you want. I can only think of so much above for the time being, so write more about lovesickness. Choose for yourself. The last poem seems to belong to Wang Guowei.
7. Looking for poems about affection can be used in writing, such as "a thread in the hands of a loving mother, a wanderer, Meng Mu moved three times, and chose to live next door (although the importance of the environment is emphasized, it can also be reflected from the side). Mulan's father tried to quiet down from the army tree, but the wind kept blowing. The son has to be raised, and the relatives are not there. This is the same root, why do you fry it too quickly?
(Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry") A wanderer can hear the sound of drums, and a goose is singing in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night") Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
(Wang Wei: "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains") Every winter solstice, I tuck my knees in front of the lamp and accompany them. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
(Bai Juyi: "I miss my family at night on the winter solstice in Handan") I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful for thousands of miles. ("Water Tune" Su Shi Sidi).
8. Poems about love. Emotion in poetry
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
9. Quote an ancient poem to write the beginning of "love". Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Whose fish flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze full of Chinese fir;
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
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In the 23rd year of Kaiyuan (735), Li Baike made Luoyang its capital. The poem "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" was written by the guests immediately.
This poem is about homesickness, and the title is "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night". Obviously, this poem was aroused by the flute. In the title, "Los Angeles" indicates the place of residence, and "Spring Night" indicates the season and specific time. Start by playing the flute, and then write. It is already late at night, and it is difficult for the poet to fall asleep. Suddenly, there were several intermittent flutes. The sound of the flute immediately touched the poet's wandering feelings. The poet didn't smell the flute, but said it was "flying secretly" and changed the object to the subject. The word "dark" is the key. Note that economists often ignore this word. The late Mr. Shen Zufen said: "...' Whose is it' and' the sound of dark flying', write down the mental state when you smell it, first hear the sound of flying, and trace where it came from, but I don't know who blew it and where it came from, so it is said to fly out secretly." (A brief interpretation of seven Tang poems) is an understanding. Because I don't know where the flute comes from or who the piper is, it is very correct to write the word "dark". The word "darkness" here has multiple meanings. The main point is that the flute was sent secretly, as if it was specially flown to people who were away from home, so as to move them and to leave their sorrow and hate. The whole sentence shows a difficult mood, the so-called subjective writing is objective. In addition, "dark" has intermittent and vague meanings, which is consistent with the situation of poetry. "Whose family" means we don't know whose family. "Who" and "Dark" take care of each other. The second sentence deliberately exaggerates the flute sound, saying that it "scatters into the spring breeze" and "fills Los Angeles", as if it were everywhere, everywhere. This is naturally an extreme exaggeration of your subjective feelings. The word "three" is used well "San" is unified, all over the body. The flute "scatters into the spring breeze", which spreads everywhere, neither east nor west, nor south nor north. That is, it is the preset point of the word "person" in Romance; The word "full" comes from the word "scattered", and the two are closely related.
Why do poets who smell flutes touch homesickness? In the third issue, I wrote the song "Folding Willow". The ancients folded their willows when they bid farewell, hoping that their loved ones would return to fold their willows. It is said that "Liu" and "Li" are homophonic, so it is a farewell gesture to fold the willow. Chang 'an Baqiao Bridge is a famous farewell place, or the willow trees in Yun Qi were completely broken for farewell. The song "Broken Willow" is a sad farewell, and its voice is sad and bitter. At the end of Taikang in Jin Dynasty, the song of "breaking willow" was popular in Luo Jing, and there was a word of "bitter struggle". The Song of Folding Willow in the Northern Dynasty said: "When you get on the horse, you don't catch the whip, but you are against Yang Liuzhi; Sitting on the flute, worried about killing the traveler. " Probably all the lyrics are written according to the meaning of the song. Therefore, when the poet heard this song, he was homesick. Generally speaking, people who have lived abroad for a long time have nothing to do during the day, but it is easy to miss their hometown at dusk. People are often sentimental in spring and autumn. Folding willow is the crowning touch of the whole poem, that is, the meaning of "smelling flute" In a few words, the poet's own feelings come from others. Emphasizing "this night" is to talk to all people living in Luoyang city and put on airs to sum up the sentence "Who can't stand homesickness". This is the deduction of subjective feelings, not to say "I", but to see the deep affection and homesickness of "I".
Li Taibai's style, that is, his subjective tendency in artistic expression, can be shown in just seven quatrains.
To annotate ...
[1] Spring breeze: One is called "East Wind".
[2] Zheliu: namely Zheliu, the title of the song. According to legend, Zhang Qian entered the Western Regions with "Fighting Music of Maha" in the Western Han Dynasty, and Li Yannian created 28 new sounds such as "Folding Willow" because of Hu Qu. There is also "Folding Willow" in the cross-blowing song of the beam and drum horn. Shang Qing's songs include "Climbing Yang Zhi", "Breaking Willow in Mid-Autumn Festival" and "Little Breaking Willow".