1. Qiu Si in Zhang Ji's works in the Tang Dynasty:
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want the screenwriter 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.
Appreciation: The hero is worried that he didn't write something in time and opens the envelope again before the messenger leaves. The poet didn't write a letter to his family in a big way, but only showed that he was writing a letter to his family through an ordinary action. Poetry should not only be close to life, but also close to oneself and one's heart, so as to shock people.
The encounter between Huan and the Five Dynasties;
Flowers fade, spring is red, we are in a hurry, but the cold rain comes early and the wind comes late. It is natural for people to hate water when they grow up after drinking too many tears.
Appreciation: colorful flowers wither in an instant, and spring is too hasty. Also very helpless. How can flowers stand the cold and rain day and night? In the eyes of the latter, isn't it just like forty years of good country and three thousand miles of mountains and rivers in the southern Tang Dynasty suddenly withered? This image of a forest flower deeply entrusts the sadness of losing one's home and country.
Third, Qian's "beginning of spring Day":
Last year, my hair grew new, and I hurried to welcome spring again. Close the bottom of the river and leave the guests empty? Time is merciless and never lends. One inch of red heart is a picture of serving the country, and two lines of tears are homesick. Lonely and intense, it is difficult to entertain, and the golden plate is full of spices.
Appreciation: As time goes by, the white hair keeps getting new, the horse is in a hurry, and another spring is coming. Why did you keep me in the frontier for so long? Time is too cruel, and age never forgives people. The festival aroused the author's homesickness, but for the sake of national affairs, he had to be detained in the border area, expressing his contradictory and painful feelings.
Fourth, Song Chen Yuyi's "Wine":
Original: Don't cut new poems, birds move down the glass. There are no more books in the office. See Qiu Lai at the top of the building. Right and wrong, the scholar is old and the years go back. Laughing and caressing the bamboo root pillow in Jiangnan, I heard a thunder in my nose.
Appreciation: right and wrong are one after another, and the scholar is getting old; Time flies, swallows dance and come back in a hurry. I put all my troubles behind me, smiled and stroked the pillow made of bamboo roots in the south of the Yangtze River. I was drunk and slept soundly, snoring like thunder.