What poems are there about imaginary numbers?

1. Poems about imaginary numbers

A poem about imaginary number 1 Imaginary poems

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

This is one of Li Bai's most famous poems.

The first sentence: "White hair and three thousands of feet", which is a wonderful exaggeration, is simply unreasonable. A person's hair rarely exceeds his own length. Li Bai's figure is "less than seven feet long" according to his self-introduction in the Book of Shang Han Jingzhou. According to relevant historical records, he was of medium height. Seven feet, three thousands of feet, impossible. If it is the sum of each hair, there has never been such a description. I really can't understand this sentence alone, but how well he answered the next sentence! 3,000 feet means a long time. Hair turns white with sadness,

This 3000-foot white hair is a symbol of inner sadness. "Fate", because. "Long", that's it.

Dragon, now some places still have spoken words of "dragon" and "big". Visible white hair is invisible sorrow.

Concrete things are transformed into abstract things, not lines. The focus of people's attention comes from "white hair"

And transferred to the number of "three thousands of feet". So "three thousands of feet white hair" is naturally understood as

After artistic exaggeration, this poem has become a wonderful romantic idea, which makes people feel interesting.

However, if you want to know white hair, you must look in the mirror. Now the poet sees his rustling white hair in the clear bronze mirror and knows that it is caused by deep sorrow and indignation. At this time, there will be emotions. Then I entered a more bizarre fantasy, a more ingenious idea: my white hair, so many, seems to have three thousands of feet, is caused by my infinite worries. This mirror has no feelings, so there should be no sadness. Why is it full of autumn frost? Autumn frost is white, and poets here use it to describe white hair, adding a cold feeling. This is not a trick, but a deep sigh. Even the heartless mirror is stained with melancholy and sadness. As for the person who looks in the mirror, it goes without saying.

This poem was written by Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, at the end of Tianbao. At this time, the political corruption and chaos in the Tang Dynasty became a reality, and the poet was deeply worried about the whole situation. I can't realize my ideal, but I am suppressed and rejected. However, a poet with integrity and ambition refused to cater to the ruling class. He sighed angrily: "Alas, how can I bow and scrape to those dignitaries whose sincere faces will never be seen" ("Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"). This is probably the reason why he is depressed.

2. The numbers of "three, seven, nine, thousand and ten thousand" in ancient poems are mostly empty.

Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, and looks at thousands of waterfalls.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. The hope of spring Du Fu, though a leopard cannot change his spots, has a long history of mountains and rivers.

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. Chrysanthemum Huang Chao will stay in Qiu Lai on September 8th, and I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The fragrance is all over Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. When I moved to Languan, my nephew wrote a letter to Hanyu, typed it in the sky, and dropped 8,000 on Chaoyang Road at night.

If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. Where is the hometown of Qinling Mountains? Snow blocked the blue horse.

Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river. A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore.

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. I heard that the plum blossoms are full of breeze and snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.

Who can incarnate hundreds of billions, one tree and one plum, heron lodge, Wang Zhihuan, the mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river? By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.

Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints. A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold snow.

Gong Zizhen, a miscellaneous poem, is angry in Kyushu and relies on the wind and thunder. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

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Look at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner emits purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan, I went straight down to thousands of feet. It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set. Du Fu, although a country is divided, mountains and rivers continue, trees and grass turn green again in spring, petals fall like tears, lonely birds sing their sorrows, after three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, and I touch my white hair. It has become too thin and eager to win. Chrysanthemum Huang Chao will stay until September 8th, when I bloom, the flowers will kill. The incense array must penetrate Chang 'an. All over the city, golden flowers were moved to Languan's nephew Xiang Hanyu, and a letter came to heaven, and Chaoyang Road was 8 thousand late. If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. Where is home in Qinling Mountains? Snow will lead the horse. Knowing that you should be interested in coming from afar, you can collect my bones by the river. I gave Bai to Wang Yi's boat and wanted to go, but suddenly I heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as it. Snowdrifts are scattered all over four mountains. How can we incarnate hundreds of billions, one plum and one flower? In Wang Zhihuan's Heron Villa, the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river, but you can broaden your horizons by just going up a flight of stairs. Farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and 10,000 seeds in autumn. There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death. Liu Zongyuan of Jiang Xue lost his bird in Qian Shan, and thousands of people disappeared. Alone in a boat, Li Weng fished for snow in a cold mountain. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Poem is furious in Kyushu.