What are the ancient poems about direction?

There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.

At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. (Zhu's Spring Day)

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? (Wang An's "Dengguazhou")

Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with a flat water level and low cloud feet. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")

Climb the East Mountain and be small, climb Mount Tai and be small. (Confucius)

The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages. Su Shi.

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back at the middle of the month.

After many trials and tribulations, it is still strong, and there are winds in the east, west, north and south. Zheng Xie

Once in a blue moon, the east wind blows overnight in bloom, Zhang Yong.

After the east wind blew, bloom was free in the small garden.

The black wind blows the sea, and the rain falls on Su Shi in Jiang Lai, East Zhejiang.

Don't waste the east wind blowing the guest's tears, Ouyang Xiu.

At dusk, the east wind complains about birds, and the fallen flowers are still like falling from the building. Du Mu

Wanshui Qian Shan flows eastward to Li Bai.

Unfortunately, it was burnt to cinder and left to Tokyo to talk about Hua Meng Huang Zunxian.

There is no turning back in this world. I dream of going to Badong and Luyou this year.

There is laughter in the east wind, and beautiful people are separated by a castle in flowers. Jin yi

If you accidentally leave your fingers and claws in the mud, Hong Fei will fly away. Su Shi

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. Xin Qiji

It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first. Ouyang Xiu

Suddenly I heard the roar of the lion in Hedong, and my crutch fell into my palm. Su Shi

Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate. Liu Yuxi

When the moon is under the west wing, windward households will open their doors. Yuan Zhen

Hating the monarch is not like the moon in the river, and things are inseparable. There are few stars in the moon in Lv Benzhong, and birds fly south. The window of time was long before I met her, but for a longer time, because we had already broken up, the east wind had started, flowers were blooming, including autumn snow in Xiling, and ships in Wan Li, Wu Dong were moored at the door. At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. (Bai Juyi's Watching the Wheat Harvest) You can easily know that the east wind is always spring. (Zhu, "Spring Day") (Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.

In my north, in my south, spring is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls.

Hate you is not like the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west.

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south, and fish hits the lotus leaf north.

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, sunny but sunny on the road, which means that the night is deeper. The moonlight only illuminates half of people's houses, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou.

These two sentences are from "Moonlight Night" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu. It is a seven-character quatrain, which describes the author's unique feelings about the warming of the moon and night in early spring.

Original text:

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Translation:

The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.

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Evaluation by famous experts

Linguist Liu is commenting on this poem in Tang Poetry Review: "In Tang poetry, it is a unique technique to reflect moonlight with the help of other scenery. In the quiet pastoral world, it brings readers a fresh and harmonious feeling. "

Scholar Zhang Zhigong commented on this poem: "It is a breakthrough and an innovation to keep style in a calm atmosphere."

Poetry appreciation

The first two sentences of this poem are quite poetic, depicting the silence of the moonlit night. The contrast between one bright and one dark highlights the silence of the moonlit night and the silence of the empty court. In the sky, both the Big Dipper and Nandou are oblique, which not only further points out the "deeper" visually, but also leads the reader's vision from "others" to the vast sky, making people feel that the blue sky is also shrouded in the silence of the night, and only an oblique moon and an oblique Nandou silently imply the passage of time.

Three or four sentences are naturally the corner of a moonlit night, but what it actually contains is the spring in Yamashita. Midnight is deeper, which is the lowest temperature in a day. However, just when the night was cold and all was silent, there was a crisp and cheerful insect sound.

The insects in early spring may be sparse and faint at first, but the poet not only noticed it sensitively, but also heard the information of spring from it. On a quiet moonlit night, the sound of insects is particularly eye-catching. It marks the germination of life and the revival of all things, so it causes a beautiful association of spring back to the earth in the hearts of sensitive poets. There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south.