Author: Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The use of reduplication in the following four poems is inconsistent with the original poem: the answer is 4.
The original poem should be "from the temple, in the depths of its tender bamboo, came the deep voice of the late bell."
What are the last four sentences of ancient poetry, grass? Fu De Gu Caoyuan Farewell
[Author]
Bai Juyi
[Full text]
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Thank you for your adoption.
Whose poems are these four? What are the original poems? 1, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ;
Pipa player's song
Bai Juyi
I am seeing the guests off. At night, on the banks of Xunyang River, maple leaves are in full bloom in autumn. I, the master, got off the horse and my guest boarded his boat.
We held up our cups, hoping to drink, but, alas, there was no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name.
The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin, tried a few strings,
We can feel her feelings, even before she plays. Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them and plucked them.
First the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six-year-old children. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.
We heard a stream sobbing painfully along the beach. The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase was suddenly broken by a stream of water.
Jump out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Put it on the plucked string thoughtfully,
She stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Quba once taught good people to surrender,
Her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy follows joy,
The autumn moon and the spring breeze have passed, but she didn't notice them. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. He values money first and doesn't care how he left her.
A month ago, I went to Fuliang to buy tea. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh,
Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Xunyang has no music,
Neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. In the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight,
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. ,
I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ,
This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
2. How does the water of the Yellow River flow out of heaven?
Invite for a drink
Lipper
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! ,
Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! . Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! ,
Let your ears listen! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Prince Chen gave a banquet in the completion hall.
Ten thousand coins in a barrel of wine, with a lot of laughter and one-liners. Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
3. The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man;
Zaofa baidicheng
Lipper
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
4. Yuyu clarified Wan Li.
Seven Laws and Comrade Guo Moruo
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November 17, 1961
Wind and thunder together, there will be fine bones piled up. Monks are fools, and they can teach demons that ghosts will cause trouble.
The golden monkey rose and tried his best. Yu Yu clarified that Wanli and Egypt cheered for Sun today because the demon fog came again.
The last four sentences of "Weeding Poetry" are: When weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
Two ancient poems/two poems of compassion
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
translate
As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn.
All over the world, no piece of land is idle and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death.
At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil.
Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
What are the last four sentences of Xu Youchun's poem in Ming Dynasty? The wind blows fine waves and low fields, and the rain dives early. Mangroves are half open, peaches are tender, and blue waves reflect long willows. This is a palindrome poem. On the other hand, the filaments reflect deep waves and green, and the tender face is half red. Water shortage can be divided into early rain in wheat fields, low waves and fine blowing.
What are the first four sentences in the poem "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance"?
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
To annotate ...
1, put out the candle: I was in a trance when I wrote about lovesickness, and I didn't feel like walking from indoor to outdoor. Love the moon, put out candles, get dressed and write sleepless.
translate
A bright moon rises slowly from the sea;
Look up with me, there is Iraq in the distance.
Lovers are far apart and share a common hatred for the long night;
I stayed up all night, tossing and turning.
Put out the candle and enjoy the moon, and the clear light pours all over the ground;
I got up and put on my clothes to relax, and suddenly I felt dew invade my muscles.
Although the moonlight is beautiful, it is hard to pick and send it to distant relatives;
Might as well go home to sleep, or dream of meeting each other.
Hope to adopt, thank you.
Four poems that cherish Yin, and those four poems "Zoysia"
I advise you not to cherish witch hazel,
I advise you to cherish your youth.
Bloom can be folded straight,
Don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches.
The last four sentences of the ancient poem "Spring" in primary schools are "Spring".
1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia)
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Farmers")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
10. Spring Garden can't be closed. (Ye Shaoweng's "Garden without Value")
1 1. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the spring soil. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
12. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")
13. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
14. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. (Zhu's Spring Day)
15. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
16. It's beautiful at sunset, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. (Du Fu's quatrains)
17. This spring has passed again. When is the year of return? (Du Fu's quatrains)
18. The bridge is broken in the spring rain, and people don't cross, so the boat supports Liu Yin. (Xu Fu's Spring Tour on the Lake)
19. The poor sunset, the fragrant English, the marriage without media and the spring breeze. (Li He's Thirteen Poems of South Garden)
20. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. ("Yuefu Song Long Songs")
2 1. When the snow comes in late spring, she wears the garden tree as a flying flower. (Han Yu "Chun Xue")
22. Why should a strong brother blame Yang Liu? Spring breeze is not enough. (Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci)
23. In front of Miss Huang's tower, in Jiangdong, spring is lazy and sleepy. (Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
24. Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild. (Wei "In Xixi Chuzhou")
25. I hate that I have nowhere to find in spring and I don't know where to ask for help. (Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple)
26. Apart from firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su. (Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri)
27. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When it shines, I will repay the bright moon. (Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou")
(2) Spring scenery poems without the word "spring"
1. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. (Han Yu's "Giving Eighteen Members to Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring")
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
Butterflies dance from time to time, and beautiful warblers just crow. (Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone on the Riverside)
4. If you want to wet your clothes, it will rain with apricot blossoms, and a dark flower will bloom in another village. (Zhinan's "Jueju")
5. Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. (Du Fu's quatrains)
6. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat. (Zhang "Yu Gezi")
7. But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
What is Xiao Chun's original poem? Spring Morning
Author Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
[translation]
Spring is a good sleep, and it will dawn before you know it;
I suddenly woke up and there were birds singing everywhere.
At night, there seems to be a rustling sound;
Oh, it's stormy. How many flowers have fallen?
[Appreciation]
Poetry comes from the sound of birds singing in spring, the sound of spring breeze blowing, the sound of flowers falling in spring, and so on. Let readers transform their hearing into vision, and then unfold the spring scenery after a stormy night in front of their eyes with imaginative thinking. This concept is very unique. The language of poetry is natural and simple, easy to understand, but intriguing: unconsciously, it came to a spring morning, unconsciously, another bloom. Thinking about this annual spring, the feeling of life will come to mind, either light or strong.
Xiao Chun shows us a spring scene in the early morning after the rain. It seems dull, but it has infinite charm. Don't write flowers, don't write intoxicating fragrance, just use a few strokes to outline the deep spring that you felt at that casual moment. Poets cherish spring because of love, and spring because of love, concise and sincere. From "but now I remember that night, that storm", we can imagine the splendid spring scenery with birds and flowers.
[Note]:
1. Xiao Chun: Spring morning.
2.smell: listen.